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shotorozu · 4 years

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you like their hands

character(s) : shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou, monoma neito (2/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk left unmentioned

post type : headcanons + small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice] not even nsfw

note(s) : i was gonna put denki in this but i had a hard time thinking about what kinda hands he’d have, so i’m putting him in the next post

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shinsou hitoshi

his hands are big, and his fingers are quite thick.

really likes wearing rings and bracelets, but he usually doesn’t wear them when he’s working (i’d say that bc wearing jewelry while doing physical activity HURTS)

regarding texture, his hands were initially soft— but due to transferring in the hero course, they roughened up over time

he’ll use hand cream if you want, but he doesn’t go the extra mile. and his nails are trimmed at all times. painting his nails a black color would be great once in a while.

lol i forgot to mention nails in the last post

he notices right away that you like his hands when he catches you staring at them when he’s cracking his knuckles

like.. people have said that his hands are nice, but he doesn’t really say much about them bc they’re not you

scenario

a crack sound is briefly heard in the rather silent room. the scrolling on your phone halts, and your eyes follow the sound of the crack.

ah, he’s cracking his knuckles. you think to yourself, and you’re left just simply admiring the way he applies pressure on a knuckle. who knew that his rather— large hand would look appealing, even while cracking his knuckles.

you snap out of your observation, but instead of just simply going back to whatever you were doing, you’re met with lilac eyes. “you were staring again.”

your cheeks heat up, and you opt to just turn your head to the opposite direction. “sorry,” you apologize. however— that’s not what hitoshi was looking for apparantly.

“if you like my hands alot,” he scoots next to you, hands sliding up and down your arms— his firm grip practically making the pre existing butterflies in your stomach act up again. “then you should’ve said so, kitty.”

is he conscious of his actions? hm. you could say that

he’ll purposely play with his capture tool right in front of you— the material wrapping around his hand. and he can only laugh when you immediately get absorbed into it

the back of his hand will brush against your cheek. then, when he comes in to kiss you, he’ll cup your cheek— kissing you with his other hand resting at your nape

under the table, his hand will start to slide against yours, interlocking hands with you. he’ll act like nothing is happening, but on the inside— he’s taking in your reaction

a little spicy, but when he wants you to look at him— he’ll do that thing where his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, as it almost dips right into your mouth

if he feels a little extra, his hand will also be tugging on your hair (if you’re fine with that. otherwise, he’s sticking to the one above)

oh and he also does that thing where he rests his hand on your neck, thick fingers squeezing your throat lightly.

overall— THIS MAN omg, he’ll entertain your interest in his hand nicely, just for you. and every single thing he does is memorable

kirishima eijirou

his hands are quite normal regarding size, they are almost always veiny, a lot more than bakugou’s actually. i think at some point he was concerned about them

his hands are rather flushed in color, but that’s because of his quirk. his fingers have a few tiny scars here and there,

he occasionally has pen marks on his wrists due to bad penmanship, and his nails.. don’t look the best, but they’re not the worst it’s bc of his quirk

the palms of his hands are ridden with callouses. but he wears them with pride because it’s the pure evidence of his hard work with his training.

but he starts to get worried about them when he goes to hold your hand.

you always had a thing for kirishima’s hands, but you just never had the chance to tell him that. i guess asking you did it for him

scenario

did you even realize how hard you were staring at his hands right now? it happened every single time he enlaced his arms around you, his hands resting at the sides of your arms

at first, he thought it might’ve been because his hands are too rough, or you might’ve been in discomfort— because maybe, just maybe, he accidentally activated his quirk?

the fact that he can’t exactly tell what it is worried him, maybe he should just ask you.

but his worry washed off when you told him upfront that you ‘liked his hands’

“wait so.. you’re staring at my hands because you like them?” kirishima wants to confirm your words, and— so casually, by the way— nod in agreement.

tracing the veins on his hands, you elaborate “your hands are really nice, i can tell how hard you must’ve worked.” pressing your smaller hand against his, you smile.

eijirou takes a moment to process it, but it’s surprisingly quick. “oh t-thanks!” he sheepishly took the compliment, a small blush sporting on his cheeks. “i’m glad it wasn’t because you thought they were weird.”

kirishima unintentionally feeds your interest with his hands. like sometimes.. he’s just not aware of it, but yes— he is feeding your interest well

will always make you compare hand sizes with him, chuckling softly at the dazed look on your face when your palms touch

if you allow him, he’ll fix your hair for you. doesn’t matter what hair type you have, he’ll do LOTS of research to know how to style it

those hands are magical

if you get a papercut, or a wound from cooking— he’ll patch you up, then he’ll press a kiss on the bandaid.

he’ll do this thing where he’ll squeeze your sides when you pull in for a hug. but if you’re not okay with that, he’ll opt to just rubbing your back with his hand— rocking you softly as he hugs you

a little spicy, but his hands do wander a lot. you might need to even hold them in place to make sure they don’t go too wild

in addition to that, he’ll just SLIGHTLY, activate his quirk to make sure you’re conscious of his touch. his finger tips gliding against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

but of course, he’s careful. he doesn’t activate it to the point it causes scratch marks, nor will his actions draw blood. he doesn’t wanna do that

in short— kirishima’s a little clueless at first. he wouldn’t really tease you in public, but he’s surprisingly attentive to your interest.

monoma neito

his hands are on the tipping edge of slightly above average. he doesn’t have a lot of veins on his hands, but they do pop out depending on what quirk he’s using

monoma’s hands are pretty spotless of any scars (from cuts, abrasions, etc.) because he gets REALLY annoyed with wounds pretty easily

to the point he’d want to attend to the wound immediately, he doesn’t let them sit— it’s just a personal preference

his nails are at the perfect length. not too long and not too short to the point it hurts, you don’t know how he does it.

wears watches on his wrists, and not the digital type— he sorta acts like he can read it easily, but it takes him a few seconds to even get to know the time

you know this because kendo snitched on him and told you LOL

you secretly hate yourself for this, but you really like his hands because of how he takes care of them. you’d never tell monoma even though you’re dating him

scenario

you’re unsure of yourself on how your boyfriend— monoma, found out about your fascination with his hands. it was supposed to be a secret for the rest of your life, and you only remember talking about it once out loud

which you assumed was a close call, considering that you thought he didn’t hear it at all— but he did.

“so i heard you like my hands, huh Y/N?” monoma’s teasing tone does not aid the situation. your cheeks heat up with embarassment, and you can’t get yourself to answer his question— without sounding like a fool anyway.

you fake annoyance, “where’d that come from?” you ask, and monoma doesn’t seem to want to switch the topic

“i’m asking you a question, dear Y/N— i heard you like my hands,” his tone would’ve sounded condescending to any other person, but you can tell that he’s either genuinely curious

or just teasing you, because that’s how he is.

to aid his question, he brushes his fingers along your neck— near your pulse. you jolt, stunned by the sudden action— heart beating rapidly against your chest.

“see,” monoma presses his hand against your chest, where your heart is palpitating, grinning in a way that’s teasing you “it’s true, isn’t it? sweet Y/N has a thing for my hands, hm?”

you furrow your eyebrows, and flick his forehead— and he hisses in reaction, “fine then, i do like your hands.” you finally give in, admitting final defeat.

ever since then, you haven’t heard the end of it

definitely that person that’ll just randomly bring it up to you, no matter what hour of the day it is.

“oh Y/N, you were totally fawning over my hands earlier—”

“i will castrate you.”

you know he means well most of the time, but sometimes he just loves teasing the heck out of you.

but that doesn’t mean he neglects your obvious interest in his hands.

he’ll compliment you, he’s a snarky person in general— but to you, he’s totally smooth with it.

slides his hand from your forearm to your hands, only to bring them up to his lips, pressing a kiss against your hand

squeezes your hand everytime he sees you, it’s kind of a nonverbal greeting at this point

similar to kirishima, he likes comparing hand sizes— teasing you about the size difference (even if it’s not even a big of a difference, he’ll take that chance.)

does this thing where he rubs his thumb against his palm. does it a lot when he’s concentrated about something, or just out of the blue

a little spicy, but he’ll make you tell him what you like about his hands, and what you like about the things he does with those hands of his. if that makes sense

he wants all of the details, doesn’t care if it’s mundane, or things he does when he’s feeling a certain way.

he wants to know, because as soon as you’re done with your spewl, he’ll do exactly what you like, teasing you while he’s at it. and so he can start incorporating those habits whenever he’s around you.

totally someone that’ll make you suck on those fingers. oh, but he’ll purposely get some dessert on them— asking you to suck them off

“good grief, i got some dessert on my fingers again. Y/N, come suck them off”

sometimes he’s serious, sometimes he’s just teasing.

overall— it’s pretty adventurous. he starts to act on it as soon as the revelation is revealed to him.

but i’d say he does just fine.

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vee-double-u · 4 years

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having a bath with their s/o headcanons - haikyuu

❤ summary: little scenarios and headcanons for a random selection of haikyuu boys detailing how they would bathe with their s/os. some are nsfw, others are not

❤ includes: bokuto, kenma, tendou

❤ B O K U T O ❤

❤ having a bath with bokuto is all giggles and romance

❤ he’s not the type to have one on his own but will spontaneously run a bath when the two of you are having a lazy day and he’s bored

❤ loves the fancy bath products you buy and even has favourites but doesn’t like going into the shop without you so is often dragging you along

❤ his favourite bath products are anything that makes lots of bubbles that he can mess around with and/or dump on your head

❤ sex is great but bokuto’s mostly in it for the shrieks of laughter he can draw from you as he throws water in your direction

❤ an actual menace but at least its not boring

you observe bokuto with amused eyes from your side of the bath as he carefully arranges the bubbles around his spiky hair. the image of him constructing his masterpiece is complete with the tip of his tongue occasionally poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter in a way you hadnt felt since the two of you had started dating.

how am i looking? he asks after what you decide is too damn long making a bubble crown. he even poses for you as you take in the final image.

missing something i think, you say considering him seriously.

oh yeah?

like a flash, you scoop a healthy handful of bubbles and rub it against his jawline, smearing around his mouth

a beard~ you tease as he squawks in indignation and slaps your hands away

oh you are going to pay for that, he threatens. his eyes darkening in a familiar way as he moves closer to you.

❤ K E N M A ❤ (slight nsfw)

❤ loves baths with you cause he’s a lazy motherfucker and being able to just lie there as you lovingly massage and clean his body is his favourite way to de-stress after practise

❤ most nights will find you being the first one home for the day and running a bath for yourself at around the same time kenma is due home from volleyball. you keep the bath products to a minimum, putting in something subtle like a simple vanilla bath melt cause you know kenma hates the frivolous stuff

❤ in bed kenma’s normally pretty dominant but there’s something about him coming home, exhausted from practise, barely able to mumble out responses to your questions, that always makes him switch into someone who’s softer and vulnerable. you just want to take him into your arms and rub soothing patterns onto his back while he cuddles into your chest and allows you to take control

❤ he’s normally a pretty quiet guy in general but when you’re lavishing him with your attention, he’s been known to reward you with tiny little whines as you run your fingers through his wet hair, gently detangling it. the rare, sometimes needy sighs of pleasure you can draw from him when he’s in your arms are like music to your ears.

❤ a switch!kenma’s soft side just works wonders for me okay

im never having a shower again, kenma quietly declares to you as his tired body eases into the hot water to join yours.

not when we can be doing this instead you agree.

you offer him a tiny smile and hold open your arms to your boyfriend, signalling him to come closer. and he does - maneuvering his body so that he can press his back against your chest, turning his head so he can nuzzle into your neck. both your bodies adjusting to get comfortable in an almost mechanical way, your bodies dancing their usual practised routines with each other

you move your fingers to the base of his head so that you can free his hair and begin gently rubbing his scalp, concentrating on the sensitive areas that normally make your boyfriend melt. everytime he lets out a happy sigh after you brush your fingers against one, you follow it up by placing a small kiss there.

continuing to work in silence, your fingers work quickly as they isolate tense knots in his body and you concentrate your attention there until you can draw more delicious noises from kenmas throat. Neither of you talk. But you don’t need to.

in the quiet tiled bathroom where every noise is amplified, kenmas mind can be pleasantly blank and he’s close to falling asleep to only the sound of two heartbeats and his own deep breathing.

❤ T E N D O U ❤ (nsfw, dom/sub themes)

❤ will often use baths as a form of aftercare. he just loves soaking in the bath with you after sex, could (and often does) spend all day cuddling up to you, smothering you in gentle kisses and loving praise as he massages your fucked-out body

❤ likes all bath products, mostly oils though because it makes bathtime with you more sensual but will always have a fun reaction to the more exciting ones you buy - whether they’re glitter explosions or fizzing colours

❤ very picky about the temperature of baths and loves making the baths as hot as you can bear. he says the heat and steam of the bathroom helps set the mood

❤ often can’t keep his hands to himself though when the two of you are naked together so if you’re not too over stimulated and you’re ready for another round, his intimate massages will often lead to more

❤ okay but imagine washing tendous hair in the bath. he comes home after a long session of volleyball training and you’ve run him a bath like his good little angel. you slowly massage your fingers into his scalp, rubbing shampoo through his long, red hair and you can just feel him melt against you as the tension leaves his body. might even let a few mewls of contentment escape his mouth as you make him feel good - payment for all the times he makes you feel good.

if I just wanted to relax kitten, I would have stayed in bed tendous breath is hot as he whispers into your ear. you can’t see him when your back is pressed up against him like this but you can feel him. and god can you feel him, his hard dick making itself known as it pokes against your back. his attention sends a white-hot shiver down your spine thats not helped by the heat of the water around you.

his spider-like fingers move under the water to dance up your thighs and your breath hitches as he draws closer to your core, teasing you. always teasing you. tendous fingers move in a way that is confident and practised, much like in everything else he does

you tilt your head back so that you can see your boyfriends face and place hungry kisses against any part of him you can reach. he uses his other hand to grip onto your wet hair and yank backwards, a little too hard.

patience pretty girl he mutters and hes looking down at you with that look he always gets when the two of you are intimate. its a look that always makes you feel like something inside of you could break. sex with tendou is always rough and demanding, leaves you deliciously broken in more ways than one. but the way he looks at you when youre together in the bath like this is entirely different to the rough way he often treats you - he looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world and he’ll do whatever he can to protect you.

the thought makes you whimper and you feel his hard cock throb at the pathetic little noises he can draw out of you

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #kenma x reader #tendou x reader #kotaro bokuto x reader #kenma kozume x reader #tendou satori x reader #tendou smut #haikyuu preferences

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 4 years

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Hongjoong “Boyfriend Headcanons”

A/N: I’m going to be making a series and trying to do this with as many idols as possible

Hongjoong version // Seonghwa version // Yunho version // Yeosang version // San version // Mingi version // Wooyoung version // Jongho version

- okay so our leader

- our precious bun

- a man I greatly admire

- Let’s gooo

- Now Hongjoong is crazy creative and that is something I seriously admire about him

- I think he would like someone that isn’t scared to think outside of the box

- Someone that can provide him inspiration when he doesn’t have any anymore

- this leads me into the first date

- he’d love to go do something out of the box

- maybe a little art workshop

- or maybe just hanging out with some food and drinks and diy-ing some of your clothes together

- just something relaxed and fun so that he can get to know you.

- it’s easy to talk over things like this

- he can also get a feel of your style too because we all know style is important to Hongjoong

- When it comes to kissing

- Hongjoong always puts a meaning into his kisses

- but he won’t kiss you after the first date

- he loves the slow build up of a relationship and might even wait until after the fourth or fifth date to kiss you

- but when he does it’s really sweet

- always asks permission before kissing you

- always with a beautiful smile

- and when you say yes

- he cups your cheek with one hand and kisses you very softly

- but it’s generally just really sweet and he can’t help but blush a little

- So if you’re upset

- Hongjoong’s heart breaks

- he wants to take everything that is hurting you and fight it??

- he hates seeing you upset it hurts him so much

- Hongjoong will take care of your problems if he can

- If not he will be by your side and help you through things

- definitely the type to grab your cheeks harshly, forcefully kiss your forehead and tell you to go kill em if you need motivation

- When Hongjoong is upset it’s kind of heartbreaking

- Because he kind of bottles things up because he doesn’t want to worry you

- So he never gets angry

- but he gets really emotional and wants to be held

- and he just wants to vent

- he just wants a listening ear and maybe advice if you can offer it

- Also arguments rarely happen

- If they do they are resolved as quick as they started

- He doesn’t want to fight with you ever

- so if there is a problem

- it normally just gets brought up in an adult conversation

- He never raises his voice at you

- He can’t bring himself to do that

- Very great at motivating you but all of Ateez is

- Speaking of Ateez

- You just got 7 brothers by dating Hongjoong

- they’re a package deal

- You can’t help but clown Hongjoong sometimes

- which is okay because he’s used to it and finds it funny

- He’s good at clowning you too

- you’re reactions are just too good

- Hongjoong likes being physically close to you

- If you’re hanging out with him in the studio

- he wants you near

- sitting next to him

- on him

- it really doesn’t matter as long as you’re close

- He doesn’t mind when you worry about him when he’s working alot

- but he doesn’t want you to assume he can’t take care of himself

- because he can but he also knows that it can be stressfull to watch someone you love possibly overwork themselves

- cuddling is so nice with Hongjoong

- he likes having his head on your chest

- your fingers running through his hair

- he likes sleeping like this too

- He’s very easy to wake up

- so mornings aren’t ever really lazy

- if you aren’t good at getting out of bed in the morning

- Hongjoong is a great motivater to get you out of bed

- sweet morning kisses as you’re getting ready for the day are a must

- brushing your hair?

- in comes Hongjoong with a kiss on the cheek

- getting dressed?

- In comes a back hug and sweet kisses on the back of your neck

- on his days off

- Hongjoong likes watching movies with you

- a whole bunch of different genres and languages

- he just find it interesting and finds it fun to watch films with you

- HONGJOONG PAINTING YOUR NAILS

- he thinks it’s fun

- he’d love to match his nails to yours

- also going back to like the first date

- he would really like to have clothing modification to do with you

- it’s cool and it’s really fun to him

- it makes things unique and you can have some fun matching things together

- Hongjoong really admires your critique and admires that you are willing to critique his work

- he doesn’t want you to sugar coat if you don’t like something

- he wants your constructive criticism

- Hongjoong adores the relationships you have with the other member’s

- he finds it important

- they are his family and you are his love

- it’s important you mesh well

- Also it’s important to him that you are really there for his career

- which really should speak for itself but he really needs that support

- in turn he equally supports your career and whatever you want to do

- A relationship with Hongjoong is purely based around equality and fairness

- You need to be equally dependant on eachother

- Hongjoong doesn’t get too jealous

- uhm he doesn’t get mad or too annoyed when he’s jealous

- but he get’s kind of pouty and sulky

- He just wants your attention and love

- but he doesn’t dwell on jealousy too long

- because at the end of the day you go home with him so

- He’s the real winner and he knows that

- When he’s on tour he tries his best to call you every night and if he cant

- yes he feels bad but he just texts you through out the days and makes sure you know he’s thinking about you

- Hongjoong does a lot to make sure you know he loves you

- Of course telling you he loves you

- but also writing songs for you

- taking care of you in small ways

Nasty nasty time

- okay so I’m convinced Hongjoong is a switch (I’m convinced most of Ateez are switches)

- in reality he doesn’t care who’s on top or who’s dominant

- as long as you both are comfortable and feel good

- I think Hongjoong likes biting

- he has amazing teeth so idk i just feel like he would like that

- especially nipping at your skin

- the surprised sound you make when he bites you

- he loves that

- Likes it when you bite him too I should have said this lmao

- he especially likes when you bite his neck

- He is audio inclined

- he loves your sounds and he want you to let him know how he’s making you feel

- Hongjoong’s also always watching you and the way you move

- it’s inspiring almost

- seeing the curves of your body

- your facial expressions

- Loves it when you ride him

- it gives him the best view

- especially in the studio

- studio sex isn’t studio sex without you riding him in his chair or on that couch in there

- He kind of has an oral fixation

- not necessarily giving oral or receiving

- but like kissing and biting and watching your mouth

- He just finds it an incredibly attractive

- I don’t think Hongjoong is very experienced

- partially because of his age and because of his school history and then trainee history

- not a virgin but not a cassanova in the bedroom

- so he’s very open and okay with making mistakes and laughing about them

- Aftercare is shy?

- Soft smiles and shy laughter as you take care of eachother

- making sure you’re okay and he’s okay

- looks at you like you’re his whole universe all the time

- not just after sex

- but like all the time

- but after sex it tends to be more noticeable

- He likes stroking your skin

- drawing little shapes as you 2 slowly fall asleep or come down from your highs in general

- Morning afters always make him clingy

- He just wants to be attached at your hip

- Okay that’s exagerating but he does just want to be around you

- mainly because he feels like everytime you have sex

- be it rough or soft

- you guys get closer to eachother

- A relationship with Hongjoong is an equal amount of give and take

- equal amount of trust and support

A/N: part 1 in the ateez series KAJAAAAA

#ateez #ateez scenario #ateez reaction #hongjoong #hongjoong reaction #hongjoong smut #ateez headcanons

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fiction-in-my-blood · 4 years

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Switching Sides: Part 4 (HLITF)

if anyone possibly wants to get on a tag list I’d be happy to make one

👉 @theshove 👈

If you wanna catch up, Part 3 is right here! Happy reading :)

Premise: Growing up in a life of crime in a Japanese mafia, Atsuko Motomori has seen enough injustice to last her a lifetime. To try and give back to the universe her family has taken so much from, she dreams of being a detective from a young age. Her twin, sharing her disgust for her father and many uncles, just wants an ordinary life away from the crime, paing and suffering. Instead, she wants to be in the spotlight with the soft notes she makes with her cello. In their escape of 2015, on their coming of age birthday, they must split ways, never to be together ever again. If one was found, they didn’t want the other dragged down with them. Atsuko, having changed her name and appearance as best she can without a scalpel, sets off to start her life of car chases and arrests.

Four years in a seemingly dead-end police station in the middle of nowhere, being passed over time after time for promotion, Atsuko finally gets a shot at her dream, having been sent to an academy for the best candidates in the country by her boss who had always kept an eye out for her. After discovering her boss may have made her bite off more than she could chew, Atsuko must become the slave of a dominating instructor!? Who so just happens to be the captain of the most famous police unit in Japan? Not to mention a total knockout! Will Atsuko finally achieve her dream? Or will her new instructor put her through the wringer?

Warnings: Language, Reference to sexual activity, Forceful nature.

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A few days after my monstrous task of intensive filing, I was carrying Kaga's documents to class with him.

"Is this all?" I asked, begging really with all the weigth ripping my arms out of their sockets. I was struggling as it was.

"You can't carry enough. You'll have to make more trips." He frowned down at me and my seemingly weak for. I certainly wasn’t carrying a light load, but that still didn’t seem to be enough for him.

"I can't, I'll be late for the lecture," I explained, used to his mentality of his jobs being more important than my education. I had settled pretty well into life at the academy. As I thought, most of my aide work was Kaga's grunt work. Filing, organising and documenting investigations. It was pretty interesting to read about what he did in his day to day life.

"You learn more with practice rather than lectures and whatever." Kaga sighed as I hurried to keep up with him. His long legs propelled him further than my shorter ones, so most of the time I was jogging to keep up. I had also gotten accustomed to hearing him say stuff like that. Appreciating that I would rather practice in real-life situations, how was I supposed to practice something I hadn't even learned? Besides, it wasn't like he actually took me out to learn to things! It was infuriating!

As we walked behind the school, Kaga's phone rung. "Ayumu?.. What for?" The call was for an investigation, of course, Kaga wouldn't pick up and continue a conversation if it was for any other reason. Although, it looked like something was wrong by the way the Instructor's brows furrowed. "A stupid screw up like that... you're gonna have to clean up after his ass." Kaga's tone became more agitated the more he spoke. "Yeah, axe that moron. The rest is up to you." The instructor ordered as we neared the building.

"Whoa, yikes. Got it." I could hear Ayumu on the other end of the call, much more relaxed than Kaga's tone was.

‘He's going to fire some guy?’ Forgetting that the man beside me would have the authority to do something like that, I began to pity the guy who screwed up.

Kaga then ended the call and glanced at me as if just noticing my presence. "Looks like you want to say something." He grunted as we continued walking.

"Just curious what a guy has to do to piss you off." Jokingly implying he was a whimsical and fun person, the instructor frowned down at me.

"Guys who can't do anything without causing trouble; get cut." The statement reminded me of my father when he would send his henchmen to ‘cut something loose’. I knew that was code for killing or making sure that no one ever found the trouble maker again. It was difficult to imagine Kaga handling situations in any other way.

"No second chances, huh? What if they could learn from that mistake? I'm sure you've had your fair share of trials." I chatted informally, not meaning any offense by what I said or having a hidden meaning behind it at all, but Kaga seemed to grow a little more tense than he already was. I couldn't help but speak my mind, even if I had the memory of getting punched in the face everytime I did that in my childhood, I did want to know more about him and how his mind worked. I wanted to be able to distinguish this detective from my mob boss of a father. So far, it had been hard to spot the difference.

"And what if that one mistake gets someone killed?" Not realising the guy's mistake was that disastrous, I was a little thrown off by the gritting of Kaga's teeth. I hadn't ever thought of making a catastrophic mistake like that, I never had that much influence. I looked down in embarrassment as Kaga stared me down.

"That naivety is fatal." He sighed once again. "If you're chasing credit for school, I have no need for you. You can just disappear." His statement was harsh and unforgiving, brushing me off like I was some lint from the dryer. The collection of insults snowballing through the past few days helped me get used to his constantly sour mood and I had somehow come to enjoy our conversations- usually. Even though he called me moron every other sentence.

Although, I never thought he could think I was just chasing credit. I frowned, having not earned the trust I thought I was building with the detective as he walked away.

~~~~~~

A few days later, after a night lecture from Instructor Kaga, I headed over to a common room with Naruko.

"Wow, it's already this late?" My gaze wandered up to the clock on the wall.

"I'm tired today too..." Naruko sighed out as she collapsed on a couch. "Oh, did you hear? Someone saw Kaga at the entrance!" Naruko’s insistent gossiping finally caught my ear the second she perked up so suddenly.

"Why's he in the dorms?" I questioned, having never seen him anywhere near the building before.

"Maybe he's staying for the night? He had the lecture and all." Naruko thought aloud and it seemed as good a reason as any. Even though Instructors were allowed to live in their own homes, they had dorms reserved for them if it was too late for them to return home.

"Kaga staying here... I feel kinda tense." Our classmates fretted around us as we all sat as leisurely as we could with this new information.

"We could hear his private conversations!" Our other friend gasped, excited to hear something personal about the captain.

"Wow! I want to listen too! Come on, Atsuko!" Naruko grabbed my hand, pulling me off the comfortable couch. I had started to feel drowsy and a little homesick.

Not from my home, but from my twin sister. Overnight, I had read somewhere that the name she had undertaken in our new lives had quit the orchestra she worked so hard to be a part of, which is not like her- at all. She's a cellist and only ever wanted to perform in front of the masses. I warned her how dangerous it was to be a public face when we were basically on the run, but she was so stubborn, she said she'd be fine. As we had no way of getting in contact, I couldn't call her and ask if she was okay. The eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach hadn't gone away since I read the article just 24 hours ago.

"Why me?" I panicked as Naruko started dragging me out the door.

"Aren't you his servant, Motomori?" Our classmate spoke up again and I frowned.

"Yeah, that's what everyone says."

"Come on, guys, stop it with the rumours! It's not true!" I pouted at their persistent teasing. However, at this point, it was hard to tell. They all seemed to take fiction as fact if the story was juicy enough.

"But Instructor Kaga is sexy. He may be scary, but that's still a good thing." Naruko finally let go of my hand as we began walking to the cafeteria.

"Of course you would say that, Sasaki." Our classmen sighed nervously at her preferences in men.

"Well, he is the most dignified instructor." Trying to deviate our conversation, our other classmate brought the instructor back up.

‘But he thinks we're all morons’. I frowned to myself, not wanting to dishearten my classmates as they continue to gossip about the captain.

~~~~~~

In the cafeteria, I'm about to line up with my friends when the kind voice of the lunch lady called my name.

"Could you deliver this midnight snack to Kaga?" She asked, pushing a tray into my hands.

"Midnight snack..?" I pouted at more servant work I seemed to be doing.

"His room is on the top floor." Ignoring my frustration, the lunch lady encouraged me to go before I could even decline.

"You're going to be alone with him behind closed doors... at night." Naruko's suggestive comment made me jump as she appeared beside me.

"Naruko." I sighed loudly at her ability to just appear places. It was good for her detective work, but not so good for my heart. She made me more on-edge than I usually always was.

"You may have to do chores, but you're his favourite and now... you become a woman."

‘I can't tell if she's being serious or teasing me’, but either way, the comment put me in a higher state of unease. I was already starving and tired, I didn't need this extra work.

"A forbidden relationship between student and teacher!" She gasped dramatically, one hand flying to her mouth like she had just witnessed something completely shocking.

"Naruko! Get your head out the gutter, please!" I beg her, not wanting to draw more unwanted attention to the strange relationship I have with the instructor.

"Good luck, Atsuko!" Ignoring my complaining, she ushered me in the direction of the door.

‘This little excursion is more dangerous than forbidden’. I sulked that I would likely be reprimanded for disturbing my instructor in his private time as I leave the cafeteria.

~~~~~~

Nervously, I approached the instructor's room with his tray of food in hand.

‘This is his room’. I sighed before knocking on the door, balancing the tray on my other palm.

‘Hurry up! I'm hungry.’ Once he doesn't respond through several knockings, I start to wonder what I'm supposed to do. ‘The food's gonna get cold, you slow ass!’ Not having the will power to insult him fully, I looked around for any instructor that might be able to help me. With a heavy sigh, I decided opening the door would be my best option, while announcing my presence again.

Inside the chic apartment, I find no sign of the captain. ‘Oh, thank you, god.’ I sighed in relief of not having to explain myself, setting the tray on the coffee table in the centre of the room. As I stood straight again, I felt a looming presence behind me.

"What're you doing here?" A scarily familiar voice echoed from that presence and I hesitantly turned around.

"The lunch lady w-." Before I could explain myself, I saw Instructor Kaga, topless and dressed only in a towel. My heart stopped and I felt my face pale.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. The door was unlocked and-." As I directed my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted body, I gulped.

‘Wait, I sound like Naruko!’ I complained to myself as I couldn't get the image of Kaga's torso out of my mind. As I had a mini-mental breakdown, Kaga just stared at me. He had clearly just come out of the shower, his hair was still wet. ‘Naruko would be so jealous right now...’

Still shirtless, my instructor passed by me: standing to attention like a soldier in front of a drill sergeant. He then fell to the sofa and began reading documents that had been left on the table.

‘What do I do? I've never been in a man's room like this? And have him basically naked.’ I continued to freak as I just stood there. ‘He is hot thou- Atsuko! No! Now is not the time.’ I reminded myself as I watched him reading the same type of documents he always reads.

"So?" Pulling me back to earth, Kaga doesn't even bother looking up at me as he continued reading. My throat felt dry, so I cleared it, and the extra attention made my face redden.

"The, er, the lunch lady in the cafeteria asked me to bring you this." I gestured to the food on the table. He finally looked up at me and nods towards the sofa.

"Sit." He commanded, but I couldn’t help but want to reject him.

‘I'm too tired to keep my cool right now.’ With my heart beating fast for some strange reason, I was ordered to sit for a second time.

I hurriedly sat down and took half of the documents still sitting on the coffee table. It was strange I could somehow read his mind, and was so ready to help him. "Sort them by year." He added to my task and I couldn't help but want to cry.

‘Why God? Is this because of what Naruko said?’ I judged my inappropriate thoughts on Naruko's forbidden-relationship talk and made a silent prayer that I could make it out of here alive.

"I swear, that damn four eyes should have someone else do this grunt work," Kaga complained to himself, but he keeps doing the work nonetheless.

"You're not good at sorting documents?" Trying to calm myself down by acting like nothing was different, I decided it might be nice to know a bit more about my instructor.

"Do you think it's my forte?" He didn't seem very amused by my question, the sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I guess not." I laughed sheepishly, hoping I wouldn't offend him like I had the last time I got a little too inquisitive for his liking. That look of pure irritation was ingrained in my memory.

"I don't do desk work." He smirked as if it was some sort of achievement to not do half of what your job requires.

"I thought as much," I replied, too tired to think about what I'm saying. When I saw him scowl at me, I clamed my mouth shut with wide eyes.

Concentrating on sorting the documents, I occasionally watch him grab a piece of food. When I look over, I find he's only eaten the meat. I stifle a chuckle when I realise what a childish action it is to leave his vegetables. I was always reminding my sister to eat well to keep strong. Well, when we were fed vegetables.

"What?" He frowned. Obviously, I wasn't so good at hiding my amusement.

"Sorry, sir. But do you not like vegetables?" I showed a nervous smile, worried I've pissed him off beyond return.

"It's not like I'll die if I don't eat them." He responded nonchalantly and I couldn't help but smile at the vegetables pushed to the edges on the tray.

Having put down his documents, Kaga reached for his dessert. A mousse. Once I realised there are two on the tray, he snapped at me for being so nosey. As he wolfed the food down, I couldn't help but stare.

"Right, you can leave now." He announced once he was done. To say the least, I was confused with his sudden demand.

"What? Did you come here expecting more?" He smirked, leaning forward to impose himself on me. The blood rushed to my face as I worried about how stable that towel around his waist was.

"The lunch lady asked me to bring your food! I wouldn't have come to a man's room otherwise!" I began to panic as he neared.

"Yeah, you don't seem all that comfortable around men." He sighed, leaning back.

‘Have you ever thought that it's you I'm not comfortable around?’ I complained in my head, too scared of what he would say if I voiced my opinion. But, he wasn't wrong. Every man I've ever been close to, with a select two, have literally almost killed me. I was still uneasy around the guys I used to patrol with when I lived in Nagano.

"I don't see how that's an issue?" Arguing to save my confidence, I raised a brow. Growing up, I never even wanted to look at a man's face, more specifically the men I had seen doing horrible things. I won't say that it has made a prejudice against all, but the men that are more forward don't catch my favour much.

"No good. If we need someone to use seduction for a mission, you'd probably be helpful to that end."

‘There he goes again, talking about my body like it's a chunk of meat to distract some dragon in a den of gold.’ I couldn't help but get annoyed.

"What're you going to do?" Referring to if that situation ever came up, he glanced over his shoulder to his bed in the corner of the room. Wih me frozen into silence, he lit up a cigarette and sunk back into his sofa.

The moment he does, I heard a phone ringing. I jumped to pick it up, not looking at the caller ID and thanking that I had a distraction. I quickly pulled my flip phone out of my back pocket. Yes, I had a low tech cell phone. It may seem suspicious, but it doesn't have any tracking software like GPS, which smartphones do. Besides, if I needed to ditch it, I wouldn't worry too much about how much it costed to replace.

Flipping the phone open and listening for a few seconds, I pull it away from my ear to see an unknown number pop up on the screen. I'm usually wary of answering unknown, and not to mention blocked, numbers, but with the news of my sister quitting her job, I thought it'd be best if I continue listening.

"Hello?" I questioned the caller, my stomach tossing and turning. I gulped, not hearing anyone on the other end but a shallow breathing. "Hello?" I called out again, nervousness building higher and higher as I listened for any clue as to who it could have been.

After a few seconds, a voice spoke up. "I was told to call you if my friend went missing." The caller announced and my breathing hitched the same way theirs did when I spoke up. Could this have been my sister trying to send a message? Had she enlisted one of her friends to warn me if anything bad happened to her?

"What are you talking about?" I lowered my voice so that the captain didn't hear me.

"My friend, she's a cellist. We're meant to go on tour soon, but she suddenly quit and no one's seen her since. She said if anything ever happened, to go to this payphone. Your number was scratched on the bottom of it." The man on the other end, voice shaking with worry, explained. I felt my heart break as reality was thrown right in my face.

"Sir, you need to forget about this number," I commanded, trying to sound annoyed so that my instructor wouldn't get suspicious.

"Please, she needs help!" The man began to shout, getting angry as well. It broke my heart to abandon someone like this, but if they were connected to my sister, close enough for her to trust them, I didn't need the contact. Who knows who could be tailing him in an effort to somehow find me?

"Sir, I can't do anything for you. Please, leave me alone." Without another word, I cold-heartedly ended the call. My heart shattered as I realised what had happened. My sister had been discovered and was likely kidnapped. She was either dead, or close to it, and there was nothing I could do. ‘

This is why I told you we had to cut ties.’ I gritted my teeth, trying to steal my nerves and not run to her aid. What could I do? I knew no one in the gang and had no way of knowing if she was okay enough to save.

"Hey, moron, you have a job to do," Kaga spoke up behind me, having finished all the food he wanted to eat. I clenched my fist around the folded phone, trying to remind myself that he could have no idea what was going on. I took a deep breath and turned.

"Sorry, Instructor." I tried my best to smile and slid my phone back in my pocket.

"You don't have a smartphone?" His brows furrowed at my communication device and I forced out a laugh.

"Old habits die hard I guess. I'm too clumsy for all the screens." I made up a quick lie that made me out as the idiot he thought I was before walking back to the table, having completely forgotten about the most recent confrontation between the two of us.

"If there's nothing else, Instructor. I'm going to take this back to the cafeteria." I picked up the tray, vegetables rolling back and forth with my sharp movements.

"I see. If you're in the mood later, come by." I could see the smirk on his face as I walked towards the door.

"Don't count on it!" I called back before slamming the door shut behind me.

~~~~~~

Walking back to my room after returning the tray, I forgot to even buy my own food. I was too worried about my sister.

‘What do I do? The plan was to never get in contact again, but what if he's hurting her? What if there's still a chance...’ I can't stop my thoughts from wandering from one bad scenario to the next. I bit my thumb so hard it was probably bruising and I wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on around me.

‘Why couldn't you have been more careful?’ I frowned at my sister's face that I pictured in my brain, exactly the same as mine but smiling the way she used to in our hardest times.

"Motomori, what're you doing up this late?" I heard a familiar voice speak up in front of me, but I didn't take much notice.

"Sorry, Instructor." Not looking up at the owner of the cheery-toned man, I kept walking towards my dorm room.

"Atsuko, are you okay?" The voice asked as someone grabbed my arm. I threw it back in panic to see Instructor Soma; whose arm I've slapped away.

"O-Oh, Instructor, I-I'm so sorry." I bowed deeply as I became embarrassed for assaulting my superior. I looked up to see Soma looking at me with a confused smile.

"Are you okay, Atsuko?" He asked and my eyes darted around the room. I didn't want him knowing, I'd rather everyone leave me alone with my thoughts so I could at least plan something. Spending all my time with Kaga, who has the most hectic schedule I've ever seen, I wanted to see solace in my private time.

"It's fine, Instructor Soma. I... I'm just tired." I quickly made up a lie as I forced myself to smile at him.

"Well, I'm the night-watch tonight, so if you need anything, I'll be on the top floor." He greeted me with his own cheery grin as the memory of what happened moments ago flashed through my mind.

"Thank you, sir. Excuse me." Before I could get myself riled up in front of the unsuspecting detective, I turned on my heel and disappeared into my room.

~~~~~~

Days later, I was sent from one instructor to deliver some documents to Kaga. I had planned to forget about the phone call, telling myself it was a prank, hallucination, anything to convince myself it wasn't real so I could just concentrate on my own life. There was nothing I could do for my sister anyway, I had no one to help me and no clear evidence that she had actually gone missing. Well, I knew my father could make it seem like everything was fine for the public, but I didn't want to think about what he could do or was doing to interfere with our lives.

As I approached the Instructor's Staff Room, I remembered the incident between Kaga and I. He has had me pretty busy over the past few days, which helped to distract me, although he didn't know he was helping me. But, I felt so rushed, it was hard to relax when I did clock-off. All I could do was sleep, and even that was restless.

Thinking about what happened, I sighed, clutching the documents in my hand and knocking on the door. "Excuse me. I was asked to deliver-." Before I could finish my announcement, I stopped myself, realising how many more people were in the staff common room than usual.

"That's why it's your role." Kaga, talking to Ishigami, had a frustrated expression, which wasn't anything entirely out of the ordinary.

"You can't decide that on your own. You're making teamwork pointless." Ishigami gritted his teeth to somehow hold himself back, but he wasn’t doing a very good job at it.

"Well..." Soma interrupted with a smile as gentle as the one I had seen that night. There were people around the three that I had never seen before, which likely meant they were Public Safety detectives.

When I stopped in the doorway, Kaga noticed me. He ignored me, but I knew now that was a sign to continue with what I came here to do. I moved silently so I didn't interrupt the meeting and handed over the files. As I'm about to leave, Kaga grabbed my arm to keep me in the tense office.

‘Is he going to give me one of his ridiculous orders in front of all these people?’ I looked out at the group of men dressed in smart suits. It almost looked like a gathering of businessmen, if it wasn't for the badges pinned to various places depending on the person.

"This training will be the biggest one yet. Naturally, cooperation is a must." Ishigami began to try and negotiate with my mentor again. With all the confrontations I've seen the two have, I've never seen logic prevail.

"Give it up." Kaga sighed, tired of the mere discussion of getting on well together.

"That's what I'd like to say to you. If you run in on your own, you'll get us in trouble." Ishigami matched my mentor's negative expression.

"Shut up. Don't take credit then start complaining about it."

"There'll be no problems if Hyogo has my information," Ayumu spokle up for Kaga's side of the argument; being on the same team together. The other detectives I didn't know contemplated the superior skills of Kaga and Ayumu against the likelihood of a lone mission being a success.

"The target is Takeda, a politician accused of corruption," Soma explained and I could have sworen I had heard the name before. And not from the news or the academy. "He's quite the big shot, so this will be difficult." It seemed like Soma was backing up Ishigami's debate, but his calming smile was hard to not see as neutral.

"Isn't it a mistake to use a dangerous target like him for training in the first place?" Ayumu retorted.

"If the trainees can't pass this, they're not needed." It was clear what side Goto was on as he piped up as well, although probably for a different reason than Ishigami.

"I agree with that much. We can weed out the morons who can't do it." Kaga's statement confused me, however, since the beginning he's been against any student interference, even when it came to training us.

"In any case, Goto's team will assist those who go undercover to contact Takeda," Ishigami explained, which seemed to put an end to any disagreement.

"We can't do this like always... We need to catch him off guard..." Kaga looked around the room. "Ah, right, a woman." His eyes finally landed on me and my eyes grew wide with confusion. Ishigami was also confused by his statement. "Me and this one." Kaga gave my arm a sharp tug as if showing off his latest catch.

"What?" Not even having a clue what they are talking about in the first place, I was more than hesitant to sign up.

"If we're working as a man and woman, he won't even notice us," Kaga explained to everyone but me.

"Will it be alright? This might be a little much for Motomori." Shinonome glared at me and I so wanted to talk back. With the previous couple days being a little rough, I was more... temperamental with his obvious passes or him trying to coax me into quitting.

"I already told you, we cut morons who can't do it." Kaga's statement pulled me from my daydream of throwing daggers at a pinned up Shinonome. "Hey," he got my attention by tugging my arm again.

"Ye-Yeah?" I looked down at him as he was sitting.

"You wanna do it, right?" I wa left speechless at Kaga's first-ever offer that I had a chance to refuse. Obviously, I wasn’t going to, it sounded like a mission, which I could learn from. But, not knowing everything about the situation did make me a little uneasy. Instead of speaking, I nodded sharply, not wanting to sound unsure if I spoke aloud.

"You and this team will be support. Information analysis is your forte." Kaga smirked over at Ishigami as it seemed all the pieces of his puzzle were falling into place.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You rely too much on your intuition-." Ishigami began a lecture I had seen many times in the Staff Room, but I was surprised he would say this in front of so many of their subordinates.

"Yeah, yeah. There's too much of a risk. I can't give my approval, right?" Kaga grumbled the same words he's heard time and time again. "You say the same thing every time. But how many times has my intuition failed us?" It seemed like Kaga was trying to plead his case, no matter how indifferent he sounded.

"It's not about failing. It's just about you doing things differently. I've told you. Alternatively, your intuition always-." Ishigami was, once again, interrupted.

"You still spouting off?" Kaga complained, having ignored most of what he just said. He then pushed me towards Ishigami like a wall, as if sick of dealing with him. I stumbled a little but quickly regained my composure. "Then use her to infiltrate or as a decoy, whatever." Kaga seemed so indifferent about what I could possibly offer to the investigation. As I questioned his alternatives, he started degrading me again. "This is my faithful servant. She's well trained."

Ishigami was left silent, as if contemplating my worth as well. Sparks flew between the two during their silence, then Ishigami looked away. "There's no end to this." He complained under his breath. "Goto and Soma; decide on the organisation of your teams." Ishigami started directing the room and the other detectives gathered around him.

"Atsuko, things have gotten difficult for you, haven't they?" Soma approached me. I wasn't sure if he was referring to what happened the other night, or just now, but he had no idea about the extent of it. I sighed, wondering what I had gotten myself into when I was just here to deliver documents. "But, I'm kind of looking forward to seeing you two cooperate." Soma flashed me a smile, looking at Kaga who's still sitting in his chair.

"Cooperate?" I questioned whether that was even possible for a man like Kaga and looked at him. Then, realising I heard a chuckle, I find that Soma must have found this funny. I pouted, about to bring that fact up, when Shinonome walked over.

"Yeah. I'm sure you two going undercover together will be interesting." As Shinonome judged me from head to toe, I wondered how well the Captain and I could actually interact well. It seemed how unsure I was was shown on my face as the two looked very amused. "To put it simple, you'll be pretending to be a couple, right?" Ayumu showed his innocent smile and I almost felt ill at the statement. "There are lots of places only a man and a woman can sneak into together."

At Shinonome's words, I remembered when Kaga brought me to the love hotel. "It's just a mission." I shrugged, growing used to the fact I would have to start using my qualities men wouldn't be able to use.

"Right, but..." A sly grin appeared on Ayumu's face. "You might get eaten up by Hyogo." Those words made me think back to the time I was locked in an interrogation room with the instructor. Kaga could be forceful and push the sexual harassment laws a little too far, but surely he wouldn't force me to fail this mission?

"Ayumu, if you've got time to flap your lips, get to work." Kaga is suddenly in our circle, staring the youngest detective down.

"Sure thing!" Acting like nothing had happened, Shinonome left without another word.

"Move." Kaga then turned to me with his blunt order before leaving, I question whether I heard it or not.

"O-Okay?" I rush after him, not wanting to get the bad end of the stick by delaying his orders.

~~~~~~

Following Kaga up to the roof to find him leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his lips, I gulped, watching the sun's rays light up his features. Cursing all of Naruko's fanciful jabberings, I approached him.

"What did you wan-?" Before I could finish speaking, Kaga had his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me exceedingly close. My eyes widened in surprise at the sudden move.

"What?" I asked surprisingly calmly, not knowing how else to act in a situation like this. He remained silent as he stared down at me. "Can I help you with something?" I asked again, wondering if he had heard me the first time.

"Come to my room tonight." He smirked down at my face, my brows furrowing in worry. "I'll love you all night long." His voice was low in a raspy whisper and his breath tickled my ear. I instantly started panicking, wondering where the sudden request came from.

"You're not serious, right?" I spoke low in return, afraid I'd stutter under his handsome glaring.

"Geez, of course not." He sighed, letting me go. I gulped to try and wet my throat, which had run dry with my shock.

"Don't you realise that we'll have to go at least this far?" He complained as any type of gentleness he was going to show me was gone from his features.

"This far..?" I blushed, never having done that with anyone. I didn't realise being as inexperienced as I was would hold me back here of all places.

"We have to look like a real couple when we're undercover. If you give us away, it will all have been for nothing." I felt an oncoming lecture as he glared at me.

‘How can he switch that quickly?’ I stared right back at him, fascinated with his seemingly bipolar attitude.

"Well, what do you think will happen if we do it more?" He cornered me to a barrier, pressing my back into the railing and slowly bringing his face closer to mine. I was stricken into silence, watching him near. "What do you want? I'll do whatever you desire." His smirk was back, but his eyes were empty once again.

As he read my expression, I could feel my face redden. "Continue what happened earlier? Well then..." He paused, thinking back to our time in his dorm room at the school. "Yeah, it wouldn't be so bad to do that outdoors." He looked down at my body. As it had been after school hours, I had untucked my blue shirt and undone the top buttons, only because it was so hot. I didn't think I would have to hide myself from his predatory glances.

With my silence, trying to judge what he'll do next, his expression turned from looking like he was enjoying himself, to despising me. "You ruin this and I will get rid of you instantly." His threat was cold and severe and I had to gulp to make sure I could still breath.

"I won't," I announced, although I could feel my fear in my toes.

"I have no need for useless pawns." He repeated and took his hands off the railing either side of me, leaving as quickly as ever.

Desperately trying to calm my flaming blush, I can't help but feel defeated by his insult.

‘I'll show him I'm not just some piece.’ I clenched my fist triumphantly, watching the roof door shut slowly.

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I Have Your Heart (part one)

Rating; Fluff?

Warning ⚠️; None

Pairing; Moonbin X reader

Plot; (credit to _writing_ideas_ on Instagram) "You know I wear my heart on my sleeve."

"No! You know..you know it's not yours. It's my heart and you took it."

"I'm sorry you still feel that way."

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'You know I wear my heart on my sleeve.'

'No! You know... You know it's not yours. It's my heart, and you took it.'

'I'm sorry you still feel that way.'

To anyone else, this simple exchange of dialogue would bring one answer clearer than the others; You had been in a relationship and had broken up, but you still harboured feelings for the man before you.

But they would be wrong.

The man before you- Moonbin - and yourself hadn't broken up, nor had you ever dated in the first place. You hadn't even really been friends before the..incident. But, you had lived in the same neighbourhood as children. Your families had been friends and frequently had dinner at each others houses. You had spoken a few times though, and you could hazily remember telling Moonbin that you wanted to live forever. And he had remembered.

When he was approached by some unidentifiable supernatural being, telling him that he would be spared (from what, he still doesn't know) and could live forever, but he had to chose someone to bear the burden with him, he instantaneously thought of you. The catch of the offer? He had to take their heart and wear it on his sleeve forever.

Moonbin decided that either way you would be the one he chose.

So, one day, he confronted you with a few other people you'd never seen before, apologising softly. Then, with a noise and a jolt of pain, your heart was out of your body, a quickly healing wound on the left side of your chest the only thing clueing you in to what had just happened. Your jaw hung open, looking at your heart, now sitting on Moonbin's sleeve.

There were no words for the apologetic look on his face as the other people outlined what your life would be like, you’d stop aging, yadda yadda. Then they dismissed themselves, leaving you both in silence. After countless moments of glaring from you and meek blubbering from him, you spun on your heel. 'I'm going home.' You snapped, not giving Moonbin time to speak. But as you got home, you found that you had no way in, and nothing was working.

Your keys fit the door, but they were useless in unlocking it. The back door wouldn't open no matter how much you willed it. The phone line cut out just as you were telling the locksmith your address.. And it did so everytime you tried. Slumping down on your front step and ignoring the stubborn tears wetting your cheeks, you yelled in frustration. Then, you allowed yourself to cry.

But it was different this time. Because unlike other times, where you could feel your heart hammering against the confines of your ribcage, there was an extremely apparent absence of that pounding. It didn't hurt, and there was no evidence of you literally not having a heart. No scar, no mark, no nothing. And you were still alive and functioning. Was all of this a fever dream that you'll wake up from soon? You sure hoped so. Just as you were muttering about how it'll probably rain soon, that it's just your luck, a certain man wandered up, head turned down, and tall body slouched in something like fear.

'What, Moonbin?' You snapped, covering your face with your hands. 'Listen, I'm sorry. But they, they approached me. They told me that I'd be spared from something if I obeyed and chose someone to live with me. You always said you wanted to live forever, so I though of-' Your sigh cut him off to see you standing up, peering at him through teary eyes. 'Spared? They? Live forever?'

'I don't know!' He wailed in frustration. 'It sounded bad, so I agreed. I-I should've asked you, but I got caught up in the moment and-'

'Shut up.' You sighed in defeat. 'What happened...happened. It's over now.' You glanced around, throwing a glare over your shoulder at your door, still stubbornly closed. 'I'd ask if you'd like to come in, but my door has decided that it will not open today.'

Moonbin, feeling that you were in a bit of a better mood (or so he thought), and wanted to try something. 'Did you offer the door a puppy?' You squinted at him, brain drawing a blank. 'Huh?'

'A Puppy. Did you offer the door a puppy? If I were a door, and someone offered me a puppy, I'd do whatever they wanted me to.' Moonbin explained, moving the stray strands of hair tickling his eyelids away while talking. You couldn't help but laugh, ending it with a sigh. With a shrug and a sudden urge to humour him, you turned toward the door a bit more. 'Jeez. I didn't think of that.' Softly so that you wouldn't alert any of the people wandering by, but loud enough for Bin to hear, you offer your inanimate front door, a puppy. You offered the cutest puppy to the door, yet it stayed closed.

'Huh. Usually works for my door. C'mon, I'll show you if you want.' Seeing as he didn't live that far away, you nodded, hesitantly gathering your things and following the man. 'I really am sorry.' He muttered, glancing briefly at your heart, still resting on his sleeve and beating away softly, as though it never left it's warm enclosure. You shook your head. 'Stop it. It's done now, and I guess I'll just have to get used to not having one. God forbid something happens to me and they need to find my pulse.' After a pause, you spoke again. 'Bin, the people said that neither of us will age after this, right?'

Bin nodded, tucking his hands into the pockets of his loose work out pants. 'Then what about dating? You can't date someone for too long. It'll get weird if they're aging and you're not.' It was like you were Bin's young child, asking your father about the world, and deep in thought as you trailed behind him, kicking at the concrete beneath your feet with each step.

'You'll trip yourself up if you keep doing that,' He murmured, wistfully looking into the distance. 'And I suppose that's true. Dating will be hard from now on. So will life. Every lifetime where we would die, we'll have to change our identities. Or..maybe not. We'll just have to see.'

You smirked at him, picking up both your speed and your feet. 'What if we dated each other. I mean, we both know what's going on and if we have to change identities, perhaps it would be easier to say we're married. It'll make it easier on both of us if we are. Then we're not looking at other people. Only at each other.' You were playing, to a certain extent. But you were also serious. Bin seemed to pick up your seriousness but not the playfulness, stopping and staring at you. 'You want to marry me? The person who just made your life- Fine. Let's date, then marry. You have a point, after all.' His sweet smile made its appearance, eyes softening into little crescents.

You spluttered in a flustered manner, gulping in air like a fish out of water. You hadn't expected Moonbin to take you seriously. He started walking again, pushing open the little gate that separated the footpath you'd just been following and the dainty little walkway that lead up to his front door. Your legs took over when he looked back at you, still holding the gate. 'Are you coming in?' You recovered, clearing your throat. 'Why'd you hold the gate? I can open it and let myself through.' You mumbled. Moonbin chuckled. 'My apologies for trying to be a gentleman. It won't happen again.' He mocked, holding the rim of an imaginary top hat between his thumb and first finger, tucking one leg behind the other and bowing.

His laughter bubbled out again when you shoved at him, pulling a face. Bin pulled out his keys, unlocking his door with ease. To humour you, as he did so, he murmured to the door about a puppy. The cutest puppy ever, he called it. Turning back to you, he shrugged. 'Told you the puppy thing worked.' He smirked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. 'Well, thank you for showing me.' You sighed heavily. 'God, this marriage thing is going to be fun!' You groaned, brushing past him and into his house.

The house hadn't changed from when you were kids. The only thing that had changed was that the house had been moved to Moonbin's name, in case something happened to his parents. 'It still smells of warm chocolate and honey.' You murmur, memories of simpler days popping into your mind. Bin smiled, leaning down to your height. 'Really?'

You smile at him. 'Yeah. But it smells better without your cologne invading my nose.' Bin laughed, straightening up and wafting air toward you. "I'm sorry m'lady. Here, some air smelling of warm honey and chocolate.'

'Warm chocolate and honey. It's your house, how did you mess that up?' You poke his stomach, surprised at the amount of muscle that flexed beneath your finger. He was never a squishy kid when he was younger, always tall, thin and good looking, but he definitely wasn't the most muscular. It seemed that things had changed.

It was then you found yourself studying what you could see of his body; his thighs, straining against the soft material of his Adidas sweatpants; the slight bulge where his bicep engaged beneath the long shirt covering his torso. And of course, the apparent abdominal muscles. His soft laugh was beautiful, eyes closed again in soft crescents. His voice was soft as well. Not what you'd call very deep, but deep enough to tell you that he had hit puberty. His voice didn't squeak anymore, or so you could tell, and it honestly was something you missed. You were positive Bin didn't miss it though.

You quickly snapped yourself out, mentally scolding yourself. Bin hadn't noticed your staring, too busy moving this and that, chattering to you as he calmed himself down. He flopped down on the couch beside you, arm resting on the back of the material, and switching the television on. 'Really? No drinks? No food? What kind of a host?' You mutter at him, standing up. 'Mi casa es su casa.' Bin murmured in a soft whisper. You paused to send him a glance, unable to hold back from smiling.

"Mi casa es su casa", meaning "My house is your house" was something you learnt at a young age and parroted to him a few times when his family was over for dinner. To know that he knew it, even if he himself had heard the phrase and didn't remember you telling him all those years before; even if he was simply repeating it, it made you feel a certain way.

You turned away again, leaving him to stare at the television, busying yourself with raiding the well-kept kitchen, gathering snacks and drinks. To tease him further, you waltzed out of the kitchen, placing a bowl of chips in front of him, patting his head as you left to go and get the rest of the snacks. 'Don't touch them, darling.' Bin hummed, still staring at the movie playing on the screen.

He was still staring at the tv when you came back, a blank stare, as though deep in thought. 'Bin, you okay?' You ask, leaning forward to put yourself in his range of vision. He simply gestured to the tv, or so you thought. The two people who had been with him when he first told you what had happened just a few hours prior we're standing just beside the tv. The woman smiled, stepping forward.

'We forgot to tell you,' She started, looking between the two of you. 'but you must stay together. If you're apart for too long, y/n's heart will start to slow down and it will stop eventually. Which, you know. Wouldn't be good.' Bin groaned softly, resting his head in his hands. You sough and leant back against the settee, turning your head to look at Bin. 'But,' the man standing beside the woman spoke, flicking his eyes between you both. 'clearly, you've both already worked that out, yes?'

'I guess.' You muttered softly. 'Were you the ones who-' 'stopped you from getting into your house? Yes. As we said, you both must stay together. It won't kill you, but it will affect you in other ways. It's within your best interests to stay with Bin. If you must be apart, make it only for a short time.'

With warm wishes, they left again, leaving both of you in silent contemplation. There was nothing to say, and so you both stayed silent, watching the tv and softly crunching on chips. As bedtime drew nearer, you searched Bin's house for a blanket and stole a pillow from his bed. He watched as you placed the pillow down on the sofa and laid the blanket out, laying beneath it and closing your eyes. He then copied you, stretching his long body out and shutting his eyes, listening to the sounds of the tv as he drifted off.

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emdythewriter · 5 years

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Let me be your shield | chapter eight (elriel)

“What do you think of this one?” Elain turned around with a new dress in her hand to show her sisters, friends and bodyguard.

“Too flowy,” Mor, Feyre’s friend that had tagged along since the two were going out to shop and eat after leaving Elain’s, said.

“Do you have anything else?” Cerridwen asked from her spot on the bed. Everytime Elain looked at bed she blushed thinking about what she had done hours before.

“This is it,” Elain answered gesturing to all the dresses she had pulled from her closet and laid about the room for all six people to see.

“And we don’t have time to shop for anything else,” Nuala added for anyone that thought of asking the question.

“If he had stayed in town maybe we would’ve,” Nesta said obviously bitter at Lucien still. Elain wasn’t surprised considering her sister thought no one was ever good enough for her. It even took Rhys sometime to win over Nesta after he had met her.

“His job is unpredictable,” Elain said and normally she would’ve added a “sometimes” at the end but it was no longer accurate for them.

“Whatever let’s see the blue one again,” Nesta said gesturing to one she had said was alright when Elain had first pulled it out. She picked it up from where she had laid it and held it in front of her. The dress was a royal blue that was strapless and flowed out as it went down.

“That might be the best one,” Feyre said though her nose was scrunched up and told a different story.

“I’m going to look,” Azriel said getting up and no one stopped him as he headed for the walk in closet.

“Tell us about where he’s taking you again,” Mor said probably hoping that would add context and help them choose the closest dress for the occasion.

“It’s this old country club that olds events based around a single dance or decade. Tonight is simply just slow dancing.” Elain answered for what felt like the hundredth time at this point. She liked Mor but sometimes she found the blonde annoying.

“What about this?” Az asked causing all of the women to turn towards him. He was holding a black dress where the top was all lace, the sleeves hanging off the shoulders. The skirt was fluffed out and would land just above her knee when she put it on. It was a fifties style dress and something her mother had modernized for Elain when she was in high school. Lucky for her she hadn’t changed in size since then.

“That’s the dress mom re-did,” Feyre said looking at the dress Elain had completely forgotten existed.

“I forgot I still had it,” she said taking it into her hands and smiling at the memory of unwrapping it. Her mom had finished it just in time for a movie premiere that her nor her sisters ended up attending in the end. It had also been the night of the accident their mother had been killed in, so Elain had neglected the last gift she had gotten from the woman.

“It’s perfect Elain,” Cerridwen said her voice dreamy as she looked at the dress.

“You’ll look so beautiful in it,” Nuala added.

“You’ll be getting lucky tonight,” Mor smirked causing all the girls to laugh.

“I think I found you the perfect dress,” Azriel said with a smile. Elain smiled back as she took the dress from his hands and thanked him.

Everyone piled out of the room as Elain got ready, saying goodbye to them as they left as well. Azriel was the only one left when she started to get ready. The whole time she showered and dried her hair, did her make up and got dressed she had a bright smile on her face. She hadn’t smiled like this in almost a year. Part of it was the fact that she was finally getting her Lucien back, but most of it was that she would be dancing the night away in her mother’s dress.

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She was pissed. Furious. Enraged. None of those adjectives did justice to describe how Elain currently felt sitting in Azriel’s SUV outside of the dance hall and listening to Lucien cancel their date.

“I’m sorry babe,” Lucien was saying but Elain was so mad she was barely letting him finish whatever the hell he wanted to say.

“You promised,” she seathed, phone tightly grasped in her hand Azriel almost thought she would break it.

“I know but this is a big break for us lainy, we’ve been trying to get these rights for months and now we have,” he was saying. Elain rolled her eyes hating how it was always something keeping them apart these days, keeping them from healing.

“I don’t care Lucien you already made a commitment to me,” she said.

“My commitment was to this job first and you know that.” He said the wrong thing. He had said the fucking wrong thing and Azriel knew it, Lucien knew it, everyone in the building knew it and soon the whole world would know it.

“Don’t bother coming home tonight,” Elain said with a calm Azriel hadn’t been expecting to hear. “Or for the next few days, and if you do I will kill you.” Then Elain hung up the phone and turned to face her friend. “Will you dance with me?”

“Of course,” He answered without hesitating. They both got out and he held his hand out to her, which she took as they headed for the club. There she found happy and madly in love couples dancing with stupid smiles on their faces and she was pissed all over again.

“Hey,” Azriel whispered in her ear, drawing her attention. “Ignore them and Lucien. We’re here to have fun.” With that had dragged her to the center of the floor. Placing her hands on him, one holding his and the other on his bicep, they started to dance.

“I really hate him,” Elain said as the song started to switch to a new one, a Taylor Swift ballad.

“Then why are you still with him?” Az asked her knowing they were talking about her horrible boyfriend.

“Because the world expects me to marry him,” she answered thinking back to everything that had led up to her romance with Lucien.

“Why’s that?”

“You know why.”

“I want to hear you say it,” Elain looked up at her bodyguard and saw the challenge in his eyes. He knew she needed to talk to someone about her past with Lucien, and he was the only one she felt she could. Yet at the same time she was terrified of his response.

“I chose him in the end,” Elain whispered, hating how weak she was sure she sounded. “When the dust settled I was holding his hand, I was kissing him not Graysen. I ruined one relationship for another.”

“You told me he had been jealous about you and Lucien being friends,” Azriel started, both of them still swaying to the song. “My guess is he gave me an ultimatum.”

“He did,” Elain answered. “I had no choice but to choose Lucien for the sake of my father. I couldn’t hurt his company.”

“Maybe you should’ve.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because then you would be happy.” Elain thought about and knew Azriel was right. Her time with Graysen had been her happiest of moments, even compared to the good days with Lucien. Yet lately her adventures with Azriel had been something different. She was happy, but on another level than before. She was herself, but with someone else that didn’t make her fake anything. Graysen had asked her to only speak when spoken to at a charity ball once. Lucien had always asked for her to only be in the pictures at premieres, never in interviews. They were afraid she would be too much herself, but Az didn’t fear any of that.

“I’m happy with you.” And it was the truth. They smiled at each other as the song changed and Angel by Aerosmith came on. “I love this song,” Elain said as she gripped Azriel tighter, pulled herself closer and they began to dance.

They did their own though. They each twirled and swirled and moved around the center of the floor like they were the only ones out there. Eventually a little space had been carved out for them and everyone circled around to watch, but neither Elain nor Az noticed. They were both only looking at the other.

She laughed and smiled as he spun her. He chuckled and brightened up the room each time he brought her back to him. They were pressed to each other, every inch glued to the other and unrealistically happy. Elain felt lighter and so did Azriel, though he didn’t know why.

The music stopped and the clapping started. Both of them laughed as they bowed, breaths heavy and chest heaving but their night had turned for the better. Having danced their fill Azriel led Elain out of the dance hall and to his SUV.

She was still smiling as she climbed into the passenger seat, brushing her hair back and pulling it up. “I needed that,” she said as she turned to look at her bodyguard, her closest and most trustworthy friend.

“I’m glad I was able to lift your spirits,” Az replied as he started the vehicle up and drove out of the packed parking lot. “Now I’m hungry so how does burgers and fries sound?”

“Amazing,” Elain groaned practically drooling, a smile still present on her beautiful face.

“Good I know the best place.”

“Then take me to heaven,” Az chuckled as he turned down a back road and head for the fast food place that was open well into the late hours of the evening.

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ezmodo · 5 years

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Calling Home

(Happy Mother’s Day!)

https://zaheela.tumblr.com/post/184836905126/part-two-of-the-commissions-from-ezmodo-for-a

Summer Rose lay propped up against the base of a tree and studied the faces of her family.

Tai smiled up at her even as their daughter Yang shoved a palm painfully into his cheek. He was the rock of their family, switching from active field huntsman to teacher at Signal so he could be home for the girls while Summer went on missions for Ozpin. He did it all, from cooking to cleaning to training to pigtail fixing, and he did it all happily on top of teaching full-time. Summer had worries aplenty while out on missions but, thanks to Tai, her daughters were never one of them.

Yang, her sunshine, pushed unceremoniously off of her father’s face as she smiled back at the camera. Summer only met Yang after Raven had left and she couldn’t understand how anyone could leave such a perfect little girl behind. After moving in, she was worried - could she really be Yang’s mother? Would she ever be good enough? But the first time Summer heard ‘mama’ all those fears melted away, replaced by a warmth that threatened to overwhelm her. That time and every time since, hearing Yang call her that made Summer’s heart swell. She would forever be proud to call herself Yang’s mother.

And finally her precious Ruby, so excited to be taking a picture that she couldn’t settle herself in the frame. Summer thought Yang was an endless bundle of energy but Ruby could run even her ragged. She followed her sister everywhere - if Yang was doing something, Ruby needed to be doing it too. Even down to the pigtails, though Ruby’s hair was too short for them. Otherwise, she was definitely her mother’s child. She was growing so fast and guilt gnawed at Summer everytime she came home to see her little girl suddenly so much bigger, so different. She looked into Ruby’s eyes, bright and silver, so much like her own.

Summer’s eyelids began to sink as she felt herself slipping, torn cloak bunching up against her neck as she slid further down the tree. It would be so easy to let herself slide the rest of the way down until her head rested on the grass. Just a moment to rest her eyes, to give her the strength to…

She bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood as she forced herself up. Her left arm lay uselessly at her side, broken in more places than one. Her right arm burned as she pushed and clawed her way back into a sitting position. The attempt felt like it drained what little strength she had left. The pain in her tattered right arm began to feel muted and far away. It was a warm spring day and yet Summer felt the cold settle in, the chill creeping up her limbs.

She pawed blindly for her scroll, panic flaring briefly before her hand brushed against it. She thumbed through the menus until she found where she needed to be. The faces of her family smiled up at her again, though smaller and surrounded by various buttons and options. The contact name was simply Home. Where she should be. Summer paused, thumb trembling over the call button.

You’ll hurt them.

They deserve to know.

You’ll break his heart.

He’s strong. He’ll be strong for them.

Is this the last memory you want to leave them?

I’m scared.

The tears were coming but Summer couldn’t lift her arm high enough to wipe them away. Some big bad huntress you are, she thought bitterly as she wept. Finally stifling her crying, she found the option she wanted - audio only - and hit call. She grimaced as she lifted the scroll and rested it on the bloody ruin of her stomach, trying to steady her breathing while she waited for the call to connect.

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“Daaaaaaaaad! Your scroll is going off!”

“Bring it here!” Tai shouted back as he tried to wrangle his youngest daughter. “Stay still, missy. You wanted a cool cloak, right?”

Ruby vibrated in place as her father finished fixing her ‘cloak’, a large white pillow case pinned to the girl’s shoulders. As small as she was the pillow case reached down past her knees, though it looked more like a cape a superhero would wear than a proper cloak.

“Okay darling, I think the huntress is ready for action.”

Ruby jumped forward and spun on her heel, striking her best hero pose. “Am I cool?!” she asked excitedly. The effect was mostly lost as the girl struggled to stay still, sock-covered feet slipping on the hardwood.

“Super cool,” Tai agreed, giving his daughter a thumbs up. “Just like Mom. Take your socks off if you guys are playing inside, okay? You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Kay!” she shouted happily before dashing off, slipping and sliding in her socks down the hall to her room. Tai heaved a sigh from the couch as he watched her go.

“Hello, Mama? Helllloooooo?”

His eldest came in from the kitchen with his scroll pressed to her ear and he couldn’t help but snort at her getup. Yang would be playing the terrifying Grimm to Ruby’s huntress, it seemed, and Yang did her best to look the part. A black trash bag was pulled down over her head, holes cut out of the sides for her arms to stick through. A pair of pink heart sunglasses completed her transformation into the dreaded Grimm Yang.

Yang held the scroll out to him. “It says it’s Mama but no one’s saying anything.”

“Maybe she butt dialed,” he said, rolling his eyes when Yang snorted at him saying ‘butt’. “Or the reception’s bad. Lemme see.”

Audio only? Probably poor signal. “Summer? You there babe?”

Yang made a gagging noise and he swatted playfully at the girl. “The huntress is ready,” he whispered to his daughter. “Better go ambush her.”

Yang gave a big nod and snuck off down the hall as quietly as the trash bag would let her. He waited for Yang’s roar and Ruby’s happy squeal before turning his attention back to his scroll.

“Summer?” he asked again, listening. The line wasn’t entirely silent. He could hear breathing on the other end, definitely Summer’s. Maybe she couldn’t talk? He waited, listening as her breathing finally slowed and she forcefully cleared her throat.

“I-I’m here,” she said with a sniffle. “Sorry. Think the pollen’s really bad or something.”

“Mission already wrapped up? Wasn’t expecting you to call until tomorrow morning. You done on your end?”

There was a brief pause before she responded. “Yup...I’m done here.”

“Sweet!” Tai said, rising from the couch. “Think you’ll be back by tomorrow? I’ve been dying to see you. The girls have been too.”

“Not tomorrow,” she said, quietly. “How are the girls doing?”

“Terrors as always. They’re playing huntress now, a miniature Summer Rose vs a...Beringel, I think?” he laughed. “It was kind of hard to tell. Here, let me get them.”

Tai held the scroll away from his face as to not shout in his wife’s ear. “Giiiiiiirrrrrllllllsss! Come talk to your mother!”

Yang barreled into him as he made his way to the girls’ shared room, jumping to snatch the scroll from his hands.

“Hey Mama!” the girl shouted. Noticing her father’s wince, she lowered her voice apologetically. “Sorry. Hey, Mama. You win?”

There was a short pause before Yang responded. “Yup! Me and Ruby are playing. I’m a Grimm and-”

Tai smiled as he watched his daughter pace up and down the hall, rambling excitedly at her mother. Tai was terrified for Yang when Raven left. No mother and a half-assed dad wasn’t what she deserved. But then Summer came. Summer was more than Raven could ever dare to be, becoming the wife he would never be worthy of and the mother Yang deserved.

“-and I told him if he pulled my hair I’d punch him right in the face and he went and pulled my hair so I kinda HAD to punch him in the face and-”

Tai nodded proudly. Summer might not approve, and the principal definitely didn’t, but the sooner boys learned to keep their hands off his daughter the better. Besides, Yang could get away with punching boys her age. The police might have words if Tai was the one who had to do it.

Yang paused to catch her breath but Tai caught her before she could start a new barrage on Summer. “Okay okay, you can tell her the rest when she gets home. Get your sister.”

“Fiiiiiine. Love you Mama, bye!” Yang said, handing the scroll back to Tai before skipping down to her room and poking her head inside. “Mama’s calling!”

Ruby dashed out of the room covered from head to toe in weapons. She had no less than three plastic swords jammed down the front of her pants, a bow strung across her chest, and a squirt pistol in each hand. Tai offered the scroll to her but she just stood on her tiptoes instead, bringing her mouth close to the receiver.

“Busy fighting monsters Mama, can’t talk, byyyyeeeeeee!”

She dashed past him into the living room, turning to fire pretend shots at her Grimm sister. Yang roared in response and gave chase.

“Ruby!” he shouted angrily after the brat.

“Looooooovvvvveeeeeee yooooooooouuuuuuu!” she called back, voice fading as she pounded her way up the stairs.

Tai grunted as he lifted the scroll back to his ear. “I swear, that girl. So, how’d the mission go? If not tomorrow, when do you think you’ll be back?”

At first there was no response. And then he heard sniffles quickly give way to heaving sobs as Summer broke down.

“Summer? Summer!” he shouted. Looking to the girls’ room, he blocked his mouth and whispered urgently. “What’s wrong? What happened? Talk to me.”

She either didn’t hear him or just couldn’t respond as she sobbed into his ear. Panic was starting to gnaw at his stomach. Summer could be emotional when it came to the girls, but never like this, never while still out in the field.

She went on for some time, Tai muttering what comfort he could to her. It didn’t seem to help as she continued to cry, occasionally gasping as she tried to catch her breath. Finally she started to settle, her long shaky breaths filling him with dread.

“Summer,” he repeated. “What happened?”

“I…I...” she stuttered, “I-I’m sorry. I messed up. I won’t...I’m…”

Tai felt an icy fist grip his heart. “I need to run next door!” he yelled up the stairs, already tearing the front door open. “Stay inside and lock the door after me!”

He didn’t wait for his daughters to reply before he was out the door, leaping down the front steps, and tearing down the dirt path towards the next house down the road. Their nearest neighbors were over a mile away, not far at all for him. The fist around his heart squeezed down harder and he dug in, pushing as hard as he could.

“Tai,” she whispered in his ear, “don’t, there’s nothing-”

“Where are you?” he panted, cutting her off.

“I-I don’t know. I was lured away from the village and got lo- lost,” she moaned. “I think it was a semblance. They got me turned around and-”

“They?”

“Huntsmen. S-six. I got them Tai, but…” she gave a forced laugh that tore at his gut. “But they got me too.”

“Where’s Qrow?” he asked, mind racing. Anytime she teamed up with anyone it was with Qrow. He’d be closest, he’d be able to do something.

“Different mission,” she replied, voice strained. “Different continent.”

“Raven! She can-”

“She won’t,” Summer answered, voice thick as she started to cry again. “You know she won’t. I stole her family from her, she won’t-”

“The only reason we have a family is because of you!”

His vision swam with unshed tears as he continued to sprint down the dirt path. Halfway there, just a bit more. He’d call Ozpin, he’d call Raven, anyone that would bring Summer back home again.

“Tai.”

His stomach twisted as he ignored her. One arm pumping, he ran harder.

“Tai, please. Please.”

He wouldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t let their children lose her.

“Tai!” she shouted, and the anguish in her voice caused him to slow. “Please, say something.”

“Keep fighting,” he choked out as he stumbled to a stop. “I can’t lose you. The girls need you.”

He was crying now, ugly sobs that rooted him to the spot. He could hear his wife doing the same.

“Tai,” she finally managed. “I-”

“I love you, Summer,” he interrupted. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You’ll tell the girls, won’t you? Tell them how much I love them.”

“They know, they know,” he said, fresh tears pouring down his face.

“Ruby’s so little,” she cried. “She’ll forget me.”

“She won’t,” he argued. “You’re her mom. She loves you. She’ll never forget you.”

“You have to tell them,” Summer begged. “Everyday. Tell them.”

“I will,” he promised. “Every single day. They’ll know how much their mama loves them.”

“Thank you,” she whispered over and over again as she wept.

“We’ll be alright,” he lied. The girls took after their mother. They were strong. He wasn’t. “Don’t you worry.”

He stumbled off the path and found a tree. Letting the rough bark scrape his back, he sunk down to the ground. Summer’s cries slowed and eventually she let out a long, shaky breath.

“Tai…?” she asked quietly.

“I’m here, love.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.

He told her stories from school, about the garden he was finally going to start, and their plans for the following weekend. But mostly he talked about their daughters. He kept talking late into the afternoon as the sun began to set and he continued on, long after Summer Rose fell silent.

#rwby #summer rose #taiyang xiao long #ruby rose #yang xiao long #mother's day #writing

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belgrade25 · 6 years

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Rainbow Woman

Foxxay one shot: Misty colors in Cordelia’s wrist tattoo. Inspired by The Rolling Stones’ She’s a Rainbow.

Cordelia turned the page of her alchemy book as she sat against the headboard of her bed. With a wine glass in her another hand, she relished the rare occasion of serenity. And, of course, the company of the swamp witch. Misty was lying on her stomach on the other side of the bed, a botany book propped up against the headboard.

The days of the Supreme were hectic, and while it was a pleasant kind of chaos for Cordelia, she needed some serious time-off. So, she felt more than grateful when Misty had showed up in her room with that bashful smile tonight. Loosening up wasn’t something Cordelia was good at, and Misty always seemed to sense it, visiting her at night like a pacifying fairy of a sort.

Without Misty, she would’ve broken to pieces a long time ago.

“You got a tattoo, Miss Cordelia.”

Cordelia looked up from her book, turned her head to Misty, and looked back down at her own wrist. A tattoo of a plant with four leaves and bare roots. “Yes, I do. It’s an embarrassing story.”

“When’d you get it?”

“When I was eighteen. I--” Cordelia hesitated. A vague thought flashed across her mind, that it might change Misty’s view on her.

Misty got up. “Yeah?”

“It’s silly, really. This used to be the initials of the guy I was dating at the time. He was the first person I ever dated, and I felt like that was something I could be proud of. Also, getting a tattoo was, to me, a form of rebellion against Fiona-- Well, I guess the latter part played a bigger role.”

“But you covered it up.”

Cordelia realized she was rubbing the tattoo with her thumb as if to wipe it off. The initials of the boy she’d thought was her dream-come-true was still discernible, if you knew where to look, among the wiggly line work of roots.

“It wasn’t worth having his name on my skin,” Cordelia said.

Misty slid her finger across the tattoo as she brought her face near it. “I’ve seen people with colorful tattoos. Didn’t you wanna have colors?”

“The idea of colorful tattoos wasn’t that common when I got it.”

Misty nodded. She didn’t seem to notice how close their faces were. Then, her pensive expression turned into a smile.

“I got an idea! Wait here. Will be right back.” Saying this, Misty left the room.

Beyond some knocks on other doors, Cordelia couldn’t hear anything. But a smile was already on her face. Whatever Misty had in mind, she knew it would overshadow any negative memories she had of the tattoo.

A moment later Misty returned with a pack of paint and a palette. Closing the door with her butt, she held the pack so Cordelia could see it was a face paint kit for kids.

“Queenie sometimes paints Nan’s face for fun,” Misty said. “I can do that for you.”

“You mean, on my face?”

“Nah, your tattoo. I used to have tons o’ coloring books as a kid.” Misty sat back in the bed, spreading the borrowed stuff across the pearl-white bedsheets, and held a brush in front of her face. “Queenie said this is called a dagger brush, ‘cause of the shape of it.” She pretended to throw it like a real dagger, making it land on the back of Cordelia’s hand, fake-stabbing her with the soft tip.

Cordelia giggled. “Okay, okay. You can paint on me, so stop tickling me, please?”

With a huge grin, Misty rolled up her sleeves. “I’m gonna paint like Picasso.”

“Are you sure? Picasso was a child prodigy. He could draw realistic figures since he was very young.”

“Really? Then, why do his paintings look like he was on drugs when he painted ‘em?”

“That’s his style, Misty.”

Misty paused in thought, and then shrugged. “I’m gonna paint like the gay artist, then.”

Cordelia almost choked on her wine. “Which one?”

“The guy who painted the Mona Lisa.”

They had to figure out a comfortable position for both of them. Eventually Misty found her place on the left side of Cordelia, while the other woman had the palette on her lap and a cup of water in her other free hand for cleaning the brush. This way, the Supreme could extend her arm in front of Misty and hold her wine glass at the same time-- She just needed to remember to switch from the water cup to the wine glass. Neither drinking paint water nor having the brush dunked in her wine sounded enjoyable.

Misty started with the leaves. The sensation of the wet tip of the brush sent chills down Cordelia’s back, but it grew rather calming in time. It felt similar to the feeling of Misty’s muddy hands. Cordelia liked that.

She rested her head on Misty’s shoulder as her tattoo become vibrant. Each of the four leaves had a different color, and so did the roots. Cordelia found that a pleasant surprise. And instead of stopping there, Misty expanded her canvas and began painting lively shapes all across her forearm. Hearts, clouds, rainbows, and what seemed to be alligators and birds, and more hearts.

Da Vinci would be damned. “That’s a whole lot of hearts,” she said instead.

Misty hummed. “I’m gonna use all the colors, ‘cause you are a rainbow.”

There was no need to ask what that meant. Cordelia already knew.

Misty seemed determined to paint every inch of her forearm. And as she neared the elbow, pushing the boundary in a literal sense, she tucked up the sleeve of Cordelia’s nightgown a little so it wouldn’t touch the paint. The result was ringed fingers pressing against the inside of Cordelia’s upper arm. Goosebumps broke out on the sensitive skin. And with Misty occasionally blowing air to dry the paint, Cordelia couldn’t help but notice the intimacy of it all.

That was the thing about Misty. She didn’t need any sexual or romantic act, or expensive gifts in order to make Cordelia feel loved.

“Are you asleep?” Misty said in a whisper.

Cordelia shook her head on the other’s shoulder.

“I wanna say something crazy.”

“You? Crazy?” Cordelia laughed. “Hit me with your best shot.”

“Well, I’m happy that you let me stay with you tonight, is what I wanted to say.” Misty kept her brush working on Cordelia’s skin. “You’ve become so powerful, an awesome leader and teacher. Everyone, both inside and outside the Coven, admires you. And, sometimes I feel like you’re so far away now and don’t need me anymore like this. Everytime I stand at your door, I get a li’l scared that you might turn me down.”

Cordelia lifted her head to look in her face.

That made Misty smile nervously. “See? Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Misty.” She put a gentle hand on Misty’s and made her stop working. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“You’ve been awfully busy. Ain’t your fault.”

“Misty, listen,” she said. “I need you. I always have and will, like this and in every other possible way. Don’t you know? Every morning, I walk in the dining room and sit beside you, no matter where you’re sitting, because I need you to be the first person I talk to before starting another day. Because sometimes it can be really brutal out there. It can’t be another person. It has to be you, to keep me going.”

Misty nodded with a tearful smile.

“You are special to me, Misty Day.”

Misty nodded again. She wiped away her tears, but with her paint-covered hand, some of it ended up on her face.

There had never been a more precious sight than that, Cordelia knew. So, she put her hand on Missy's cheek, spreading the paint with her thumb, drawing a tiny heart just below her eye. She then made Misty rest her head on her own shoulder.

They waited in silence until Misty felt calm enough to resume her work.

---

When Misty finished her masterpiece at last, it was almost midnight. Cordelia was dozing off.

“It was fun. You should be my canvas more often.” Misty's voice had no vestige of the earlier confession. There was only the tiny heart under her eye, telling Cordelia it wasn't a dream.

The Supreme examined her own arm. Although the psychedelic color scheme was shocking enough for her sleepy eyes, she could only smile. “So, what’s the message here?” she said.

“Hm?”

“Art is a form of self-expression. What did you want to convey with this piece?”

Misty looked at the painting as if it was her first time seeing it. Her hand came up, pressing down on each of the hearts with her index finger. She met Cordelia's gaze.

“I adore you,” she said.

Cordelia wished she could tattoo that phrase, in Misty's voice, on her heart.

#foxxay #misty day #cordelia goode #she's a rainbow

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bbbarneswrites · 6 years

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Bucharest Diaries | THE LIBRARY

Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Summary: Snapshots of Bucky’s life in Romania. In which he meets someone when he least expects to. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings 1,568 words

Notes: OKAY. I’ve been thinking about expanding this whole Bucky in Romania thing and I don’t know what happened today that this came out. It’s really corny though, LMAO. Any Romanian readers out here willing to help a girl out with some info, hmu! The poem down there is originally titled Poveste Sentimentală and both it and the book are written by Nichita Stănescu. Guess that’s it! Happy reading! <3

Tied to The Apartment Chronicles and Two Sides!

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Life in Romania is quiet. Dull. Repetitive, at times.

But even so, Bucky doesn’t complain about it. After the shitshow that his life has been, he’s thankful to be just another face in the crowd, just another body to bump against in the street. Despite the blood stained past, he’s content in rebuilding his life as just another random person.

(As random as he can be, that is. Somewhere deep down, Bucky knows this is likely to not last).

Getting settled in Bucharest had been fairly easy for someone like him.

He gets a job. Heavy manual labor, perfect and low-key, no paperwork needed but with fair pay. He gets an apartment. Small and old in a communist era apartment building but just enough for someone like him. No neighbors or tenants.

And then, with time – Bucky builds a routine.

Sometimes he works during the day. Sometimes at night. Sometimes he gets days off. The free nights are mostly meant for his journals. Re-reading them is a good pastime and it often sparkles his supressed memories. In the free mornings, he likes to sleep-in. To feel the softness of his blanket, watch the sun slip through the newspapers covering the windows of his place.

But It’s different when he’s got the whole day.

He can go to the market that stays two blocks away, visit touristic points that aren’t too crowded, walk around the Old Town and hide in the mass of people.

Or like today, pick a book in one of the local libraries.

Trying to look as inconspicuous as someone like him can be – because he might not be an assassin anymore but he still has a figure – Bucky walks from corridor to corridor, eyes silently scanning every book’s spines.

As he reaches the poetry section, he stops by a title. O viziune a sentimentelor. Though he normally wouldn’t go for a poetry book, the name catches his attention like no other did so far.

His fingers reach out for the cream colored book and just when he’s about to pull it out–

“That’s one of the best Romanian books. Ever.”

Bucky can’t help but freeze at the sudden appearance, hand tightly closed around the book, too startled at not hearing the steps after him.

You don’t seem to notice though, your input falling unasnwered in the empty corridor for a few moments as your attention diverges for a row of books in the opposite shelf, your hands trailing through the dust until finally picking up a bright red one.

The soft, whispered ‘a-ha!’ you let out is enough for Bucky to turn around.

Eyes trailing from your feet and up, he stops midway through it. It’s creepy and it might make you uncomfortable. He knows he doesn’t look like the friendliest of men. Between the white sneakers, lace trimmed shorts and white top that flashed a silver of your skin, Bucky doesn’t look up to your face.

Until you speak up again.

“It took me two weeks to read this book.” You mention to the book in his hands with your own, an amused smile forming on your lips as you roll your eyes. “The Romanian was a bitch to crack through.”

Bucky doesn’t say anything – feeling suddenly torn about striking a conversation or posing as an uneducated son of a bitch.

You don’t mind the brief silence, taking the time to watch him.

Even though the summer is just a few weeks away, he wears a heavy, maroon jacket. You know the gray top underneath is long-sleeved too. Black cap and black glove and jeans, brown hair brushing against the light stubble of his jaw. He’s tall and his broad shoulders are nothing but imposing.

If by chance you’d met him after a night-out in Old Town with your friends, you’d switch for the other sidewalk.

Right now, he looks somehow familiar. Despite everything, he manages to look soft as he finally talks to you.

“My Romanian is rusty.” He says, lips pursing for a small moment as he shrugs and clears his throat, blue eyes settling on you again. “It will be good practice.”

At the realization he speaks English too, you smile. And Bucky swears it lights up your face, the gloss of your lipstick looking more appearent as you do.

In another time of this life, he knows exactly what his old self would do. For the first time in months, he wishes to be like him again – easy with words and blessed with natural charm. To be the guy a pretty girl would give the time of her day.

He’s on the run but he’s not blind. He knows you’re pretty.

(Even more when you bite your lip. Not that he should be noticing all that).

“Then you should have this one.” You shake the book in your hand, cheeks warming up when his gaze lifts from your lips to your eyes again. “For practice.”

You hand him the bright red covered book and Bucky reads in worn golden letters. Poezii by one Mihail Eminescu.

When he looks up again, you have a smirk playing on your lips, fingers pulling another book from the shelf. A green one with similar golden letters. He can’t read the title, not even when you hold it against your chest and start walking backwards and out of the poetry section.

“This one is yours.” Bucky retorts, two books fitting easily between his metal fingers, lips quirking in an unexpected side smile. “I don’t mind waiting one more week.”

The words feel odd at the tip of his tongue – somehow flirty, almost feeling like an invitation, a plead.

And just before you turn around to leave–

“I don’t mind it either.” You tip your head to one side and raise your free hand, pressing a single finger to your smiling lips. “One week.”

An invitation that you take it.

One week that turns into two and then turns into three and soon it’s a month (and a half).

You become friends.

Bucky learns a lot about you in the short period.

He knows you’re an interchange student that switched the last year of your graduation to try your luck somewhere else. He knows you’ve been reading Romanian novels to improve your language skills because you’re terrible at it. He knows you like fashion and he always takes note on your clothes.

He watches – it’s a natural trait of the soldier – and he learns a lot about you in the short period.

Quirks, likes and dislikes, moods.

Bucky draws a line at friendship but it’s hard to ignore the feeling flaring in his chest everytime you smile around him.

You never ask anything about him. As far as it goes, he’s just an American man trying life in different country. Bucky guesses you might think he’s a veteran, a regular soldier with a backstory similar to many men that come back from war.

(He almost wants to be suspicious at your disinterest. But it’s you so he doesn’t).

His routine is a little less dull now. His days off are spent in the library and each time he comes back home with a new novel to read, often Romanian authors you’ve heard in your classes.

Sometimes his late mornings are replaced for early meetings, like today, as he watches you switch from tab to tab in your laptop, sitting in a study desk at the back of the room with books and papers all around you.

And between watching every little detail from you – to the little flowers in your pants to the glitter of your nails, Bucky frowns in confusion when you smile softly at the screen.

“Look at this poem.” You say quietly, turning the laptop screen to his direction with a knowing smile, your shoulder brushing against his as you rest back on the chair. “Nichita Stănescu.”

As he leans closer, words in Romanian come to him as easily as if it’s in English.

Then we met more often. I stood at one side of the hour, you at the other, like two handles of an amphora. Only the words flew between us, back and forth. You could almost see their swirling, and suddenly, I would lower a knee, and touch my elbow to the ground to look at the grass, bent by the falling of some word, as though by the paw of a lion in flight. The words spun between us, back and forth, and the more I loved you, the more they continued, this whirl almost seen, the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.

Ignoring his ridiculously fast beating heart, and how much the poem speaks to both of you, Bucky turns his head to you–

Already looking at him, with your lips miserable inches away from his own. And he doesn’t pull back. Maybe because he’s too startled. Or maybe because he simply doesn’t want to.

“It’s beautiful.”

You sigh and it falls right into his mouth. Bucky recognizes the poem from the book he got when he met you and he knows what it means, how it fits what you have, if there’s something to think of. He pulls back anyway.

“It is.”

He doesn’t specify what but he knows you know by the way you look at him.

Bucky draws a line.

And he thinks everything will be fine – at least until the nightclub incident happens.

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erule · 7 years

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The surrender

Title: The surrender

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Word Count: 4.3K+

Warnings: romantic, fluff, angst, OOC!Kai

Summary: The reader is gonna marry Kai, but someone from his past comes to make him pay his debts.

Notes: This is the story I wrote for the Fandom Writing Challenge, my prompt was gym. This contest is such a great idea! Hope you like the fic :) This fic takes place after s6 of TVD, but some things are different.

She had met Kai four years ago. It was like she had been known him since forever. They shared multiple passions together, they had the same interests and the same black humour. She loved the way he used to wake her up in the middle of the night to start deep conversations, kissing her on the cheek so slowly and in a very sweet way, she felt home with him; she loved how they made up after a fight, ending everytime with her unbottoning his shirt and him pushing her closer, so close it would feel like even their skin was too much to separate them; but most of all, she loved how he made the proposal special. He had prepared the house they bought together with roses all around the living room, candles, their song played by the vinyl (Sweater Weather, by the Neighbourhood) and he was wearing a smoking. He kneeled down and he showed her the little blue box in which there was the ring. She was in tears, with her hands on her lips, astonished. Then she smiled, murmuring softly Yes.

Now, he was taking the boxes from his apartment to the new house. She was sitting on the couch, staring at the picture the camera - that he had prepared before that moment - took of them when she said that word. It was the only thing that always made her smile, no matter what.

<< Honey, would you like to help me out a little bit? >> Kai asked, entering in the house with a lot of boxes in his hands, his forehead was sweating.

She giggled, holding back a laughter.

<< Of course, honey. >>

<< Oh, come on, it was just a cute nickname for you! >> he exclaimed, leaving the boxes next to the stairs.

<< Since when you’re so cheesy? >> she asked, coming closer to him.

He grabbed her hips, pushing her against him, feeling her heartbeat racing through the chest. He grinned.

<< Since we’re getting married, darling. >> he answered, lowering his voice.

She bursted into laughing, covering her mouth with a hand. He liked so much to make her laugh like that, because her smile was brighter than the sun, behind her hand and her laughter was crystalline.

<< It’s so strange. >>

<< What? >>

<< Saying that we’re engaged. It’s weird. >> she said, while his hands were still laying on her hips.

<< Well, get used to it, because I’m gonna tell everyone that you’re mine, from now on. >> he replied, then he kissed the tip of her nose and got back to the boxes.

<< You already are, Kai. >>

He stopped for a second, then shrugged, smiling like an idiot.

<< Yeah, I am. >>

She rolled her eyes: that guy was gonna be the end of her.

It was late, when she felt these kind of kisses on her left cheek. It was more like lips were touching her skin very softly, she was barely aware of them. She moaned, hoping that Kai would leave her alone, because she really wanted to sleep - she had to get up early in the morning -, but he didn’t. He kept going, caressing her arm, slipping down to her hand, then he went back, like he was driving a car and he stopped on her hip, drawing circles on it. It was his way to make her know that he had to talk to her, that it was important.

She snorted.

<< Are you going to repay me after this at least or I just have to stay up for nothing? >> she asked, her voice a bit low.

<< I’m gonna make it up to you, I promise babe, but can you just turn around and look at me now, please? >> he replied and his voice was rough, it made her shiver, but there was also a tone of concern in it. She didn’t like it.

The clock was striking: 4AM. Like always. She turned in order to look at him. He was barely illuminated by the moon. His left side was bright, but the rest was covered by the dark. He didn’t want her to notice it, but there was fear in his eyes. He couldn’t trick her, to be honest. She was the only person who really knew him.

<< Kai, what’s wrong? >> she asked in a sweet way.

He took her hand in his, brushing his lips on it, like children do. It was his way to calm down, because it made her more real and she was his anchor.

<< What if… hypothetically… there was someone looking for me? Someone from my past, that I didn’t tell you about? >> Kai asked, remembering that figure he saw while he was taking the boxes in the house. He recognized him, of course. He didn’t change in all that time.

She tried to catch his gaze, but he avoided eye contact with her. Damn, he was surely hiding something relevant! He was looking at the ring on her finger, bright under the stars’ shine.

<< You’re gonna tell me everything or you’re gonna tell me everything, there’s no in between. >> she responded.

He put a hand through his hair, breathing out the air. He needed more oxygen. She was his oxygen. He couldn’t allow himself to lose her.

<> he answered closing his eyes, even if he knew that it was gonna piss her off, because she hated when he did this, but he had to keep her safe.

She slowly held back her hand from him, looking anywhere but him.

<< Then, we’ve got a problem. >>

He clenched his jaw.

<< I’m sorry. >>

She nodded, biting her bottom lip.

<< Yeah. >>

<< Don’t be mad. >>

<< Are you kidding me, Kai? >> she asked, totally angry, switching the light on. He sat on the bed immediately, as soon as she got up from it. << What the hell is happening? Who’s coming for you? >>

<> he said, smiling, but it was a fake one and she knew it.

<< Damn Kai, I know when you’re lying. It’s not a game! What happened? >>

He thought about it, about confessing her who he was before, about the merge with his siblings, about the others letting him go for mercy, but that was his life before her. He wasn’t that person anymore. But, also, she would have looked at him with different eyes and he couldn’t let it happen.

<< Promise me you’re not gonna forget your feelings about me. >>

She gulped, her heart skipped a beat.

<< You’re scaring me. >>

<< Just promise me. Do it, please. >>

She looked at the ground, torching her hands. She moistened her lips, before talking.

<>

He breathed out, relieved.

<< Come here. >>

She got back to bed, her arms around his waist and his hands caressing her hair. She didn’t feel safe, that night. There was something wrong and she had to discover what it was. But, despite everything, when she closed her eyes, listening to Kai’s heartbeat, she fell asleep almost instantly.

***

She was getting dressed to go to the office, when someone knocked at the door. Kai went to open, she heard his footsteps from downstairs. She finished to put her hair in a ponytail, when Kai asked to the visitor something with low voice. She decided to investigate, so she went downstairs slowly, without being heard. A guy with dark hair was talking to him and he seemed very angry.

<< Now that I’ve found you, Bonnie’s gonna lock you up forever. >>

<< Look, I don’t want trouble. I’ve changed. I won’t come after you or Elena or Bonnie or anyone, this time. >>

<< Oh, sure as hell you won’t, because we’re gonna send you again to a prison world. >> he answered, grabbing his wrist.

<< Damon, please… don’t make me do it. >>

<< Kai? >> she called.

He turned to face her. His eyes grew wide, frightened. The last thing he wanted was she getting hurt. And Damon would have done it. They voted, but Damon and Bonnie weren’t glad to see him leaving Mystic Falls, even if the majority of the others let him go. They were afraid he could harm somebody. He didn’t.

<< Y/N, go away! >> Kai exclaimed.

<< Who’s she? >> Damon asked, then he saw the ring. << Are you getting married? While Elena’s still in a coffin because of you? No, no, no, if I can’t have the happy ending with the woman I love, neither are you! >> Damon said, just a second before he could run onto you.

But Kai was faster and when she was about to get bitten by a vampire, he sucked some of his life from his wrist with a hand, knocking him out. She looked at him, afraid of what he could do to her too for the first time in years. He took a step to get closer to her, but she took a step back, instead. It was the moment he realized he had lost her. It hurt his heart like only a punch could do.

<> he said, showing his hands. A bit of electricity seemed to jump from one finger to another, because it was the first time he used magic since he got away from Mystic Falls.

The tears burned behind her eyes.

<< You already did. >>

Kai felt his heart fall from his chest to his stomach. Feelings were really the most horrible thing to handle in a human life. He tried to be human, he did, a lot, but it wasn’t him. He still liked the smell of magic, the power running through his veins, the way it made him feel. Powerful. Indistructible. Whole. Not damaged, like his father always told him. Not evil. Not fragile.

<< I’m not human, Y/N. >>

<< That was pretty clear to me. >> she replied, crossing her arms.

<> he stopped, gulping. He couldn’t reveal all of his story to her. She would have looked at him differently. She wouldn’t recover after this. << Look, I did terrible things and my coven, the Gemini coven, kicked me out from there and they were right, but then I changed. I made ammend for my mistakes. I’m not that man anymore, you know it. >>

<< How could I be so sure of that, Kai? >> she asked and her voice was trembling.

<< I’m the same man who asked you to marry him. You loved me yesterday and you have to love me today, still. >> he answered, clutching his shirt where his heart was laying. His eyes were circled in red and he looked so tired, old. It was like he was a totally new person. A stranger. <>

<> she reponded and her voice cracked down.

His heart broke into millions of tiny little pieces. He could feel them so sharp, they could even cut him from the inside and make him bleed, like fragments of a glass could do with the palms of the hands. He tried to breathe, but it was like he was going under, adrift, without his anchor. He was drowning. Then, the worst thing that could happen, was now real. She took the ring from her finger and gave it to him. He shaked his head, but she grabbed his hand and put it on his palm. He clenched his fingers around the ring, biting the inner of his cheek, until he could taste the metallic sense that the blood leaves.

Damon got up. He was furious. The first thing he did was sending her across the room. She tossed, after she was thrown away against a wall. Kai got immediately angry at him, so he used magic to fling Damon onto the ceiling. Damon took a stick from a chair, hurt Kai’s leg and then went straight to her. She tried to crawl back, but her head hurt.

<< You don’t wanna do it, Damon. >> Kai threatened.

<>

She looked back to see if something could help her, but she didn’t know what to do. It was like her brain freezed. Could she use a pillow? A lamp? Maybe she could throw a lamp against him. She made it fall from the table, along with the photograph of the proposal. The glass of the frame broke. Kai saw it, while the last magic he had sucked from Damon, was slipping away from his hands and it hit him in the chest.

<>

She looked at him, her eyes grew wide. No, he couldn’t do it! He couldn’t play the part of the surrender, just to save her!

<< You, what? >> Damon asked, turning to look at him.

<>

Damon grinned, raising an eyebrow.

<< Great. Now let’s go to Mystic Falls. >>

Kai gulped, standing in front of the door. Damon went away, faster than anyone could ever do. Kai was about to use some teleportation? She didn’t know, but she couldn’t let him doing it alone.

<< I’ll come with you. >> she whispered, trying to get up.

<< If I have to die, I have to do it alone. >>

A sob slipped away from her throat.

<< You know I love you, right? >>

Kai’s lips trembled, then he nodded, not able to talk.

Then, she saw him disappearing from her visual range. So she jumped from the floor, in order to reach him, running to fill the distance that tried to take them apart and finally hugged him, holding him tight, fading away with him.

It happened just before they got together. It was raining outside and it was very late, that night. They had been known each other for weeks, but she never moved a step, even if he kept gazing at her or winking at her. Everytime she saw him training in the gym, it was like her heartbeat was going faster and faster, looking at his muscles, his body, his rings that continued to shine under the lights… there was something, something dangerous, that had attracted her to him and she had to vent the repressed lust making exercises. She waited and waited and waited, until she couldn’t do it anymore.

So, she waited for everybody to go out from the male dressing room, except for him and then she entered. She heard the sound of a shower, biting her bottom lip, because of the dirty thoughts she had about him. She wasn’t supposed to had them, he was her friend after all, but luckily they weren’t so close to make the situation weird. That was her opinion about their relationship, at least. The sound stopped. She listened to his footsteps coming closer, until he went out from the shower with a towel tied to his hips and one another between his hands to dry his hair. He noticed her, put the towel away and looked at her. At the beginning he was surprised, but then he grinned.

<< Took you long enough, uh? >>

She gulped, less confident in what she wanted to do or say. Now she was paralyzed by fear. What if he didn’t feel like her? What if he didn’t want something more than a night of passion?

<< What? >> she asked, her voice sounded like a murmur.

<> he replied, moving closer to her, his voice rough and low, with water slipping away from his hair and his lips so red, it seemed like blood. Her heart began to race. << …if you’d ever do something about this situation. >>

She shaked her head, trying to focus on his words and not on his damn chest.

<< What situation? >>

<< Oh, you know, >> he answered, caressing a limb of his towel with his fingertips. He was teasing her, she got it. Hell, she hated him, << the fact that you’re disperately trying to stay away from me, even if the only thing you want is to rip my clothes off and… >>

She couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted it, she wanted it, they both wanted it. She kissed him. Their lips moved in sync, like they were supposed to meet as two pieces of the same puzzle a long ago, but they couldn’t and now they were recovering the past. He pushed her against the wall, taking control of the situation, his fingertips moving up on her hips, crashing his lips against hers twice, three times, four times, until she had to stop him to catch her breath.

<< I’ve been wanting this for… >> << Me too. >> he said, putting a lock of her hair behind her ear with softness. It didn’t seem like him, after what they had just done.

She looked in his eyes and saw torment, melancholy, but also sweetness, that kind of sweetness that comes from pain. She had noticed that just now.

<> she said and got his attention.

<< You won’t. This can just get better and better. >> he responded, smiling and that maybe was the moment in which she fell for him.

She didn’t know why, but falling in love with Kai felt like falling in love with the devil.

She crumbled on top of him, falling on the ground. He looked at her, astonished. Then, he bursted into laughing. Why the hell was he laughing? Was it funny? She was about to lose him forever and he was laughing?

<< You’re such an idiot, Kai! >> she exclaimed, trying to stand up.

<< This reminds me the first time we got laid, in the gym, remember? >>

She blushed, standing up.

<>

<< Liar. >>

He got up after her, checking if the ring was still in the jean’s pocket, then looked around them. That was Mystic Falls. Damn, he wished to never see that place again.

<< What’s this place? >> she asked, confused.

It was the time to tell her the truth. He didn’t want to do it, he just wanted to keep her away from his past, he wanted to be a better person for her, the person she already thought he was, but it was hard now. He was gonna lose her forever.

<>

She crossed her arms.

<< What did you do to them? >>

Not Why didn’t you tell me? or You’ve been a liar since the moment I’ve met you. She gave him the chance to explain.

<< It’s complicated. >> he answered.

She sighed.

<< We’re gonna fix this and then you’ll tell me anything at home, okay? >>

<< Home? >> he asked, shocked. He thought there wasn’t a home to come back to, he thought she didn’t forgive him, but maybe she did. Maybe she… Oh. Oh, no. He closed his eyes, breathing out. Her eyes were like an open door to her heart. She was just tired, that was the truth, tired of his lies and his silences. << Yeah, we’re gonna talk at home. >>

That would have been the last time they could. He was sure about that.

She followed him, while he was placing the ring she gave him in the necklace he had around his neck. She was behind him, walking calmly, but he could feel her heart going fast, concerned.

<< Why did you follow me, Y/N? >> he asked, outside the Salvatore’s house. She didn’t answer. <>

<< …easier. >> she finished the sentence for him. He turned to look at her. << Yeah, I could. Damn me and my stupid feelings about the man I was supposed to marry, I guess. >>

Kai closed his eyes. The sense of guilt grabbed his throat and cut his vocal cords. He understood it, he just wanted her to say it, to say that she still cared about him, somehow.

<< I’m sorry. >> he said, opening his eyes, cirlced in red and glossy. << I’m sorry I dragged you into this. >>

She nodded.

<< Me too. >>

<< I’ve been wanting this for… >> << Me too. >>

He knocked. Two seconds later, Damon opened the door and grabbed him by his collar.

<< Whoa dude, calm down! >> she exclaimed, opening her palms in front of her chest, to make him understand they came in peace. << He just surrendered to you, show a little respect for your enemy, couldn’t you? >>

He shaked his head, looking at her.

<< Why are you here? >>

<< Who’s she? >> a blonde girl asked. << Kai was the only one supposed to be here. >>

<< She’s his fiancé. >> Damon replied.

<< What? >> another girl asked, surprised. << She’s not wearing any r… >> she was saying, but then she interrupted, when she looked at Kai’s chest, where the ring was, tied to his necklace.

Y/N looked at him too and she saw it. She held her breath. It was like a demonstration of his love for her. She was angry with him, she was furious, but the guy she had been known for four years was a different person. He wasn’t bad, he wasn’t violent, he wasn’t kind either, but he was one of the good guys and she loved him. She loved him with every inch of her body.

<< Are you insane? Are you crazy? >>

<< Caroline! >> the other girl called.

<< Bonnie, that would be the only motivation to be with a sociopath like him. >>

<< No, wait, maybe there’s another explanation. >> she stated. << Since the merge with Luke and Liv, he changed. Now he’s kind of different, I think. That’s why he found someone who loves him. >>

Damon shaked his head, still holding Kai by his collar.

<>

<< Wait. >> Y/N said, trying to be brave, to show confidence, like that time in the gym. << Maybe there’s something Kai could do to fix your problem. Can you, Kai? >> she asked him, looking in his eyes, praying him to show them compassion.

She basically begged him to let himself go (for her).

<< Yeah, there is. >> he replied. He heard her pray.

She breathed out, relieved. Then, he started to talk.

They got home. He knew he had to tell her the whole story, he knew he had to be honest with her, but he also knew that he hide a lot of terrible things to her and they were hard to digest. They stopped on the doorstep. She had her back laying on the door, while he was staring at her, the keys between his fingers, moving, trembling. He was scared of what she could say. He almost prepared for a death sentence.

It never came.

<> she said.

He gulped.

<< What? >>

She glanced at the ring on his chest. He nodded, understanding it. He took the ring away fromt he necklace and gave it to her. His fingers met hers for a second and that contact made her shiver. He didn’t seem to have noticed it, because his eyes were locked into hers.

<> she affirmed, putting the ring around her finger.

<< Look, Y/N… >>

<< No, let me finish. >> she interrupted him. << I’m still angry about the lies and I still don’t understand a lot of things about your past, but I believe that you’re different, now. The fact that you didn’t attack Damon until you had to and that you surrendered to him, even if it meant losing everything, shows me that you’re still the same. You’re still the same guy I had feelings about and I remember it. >> she explained, referring to the promise she made him earlier. He clenched his jaw, gulping. She forgave him, even after all the awful things he had done, someone loved him enough to forgive him. He held back his tears, that were burning behind his eyes. <> she said and a sob slipped away from her lips. He felt the urge to grab her hand, but he stopped himself. <>

Kai nodded.

<< Neither am I. >>

Y/N’s lips trembled.

<< Do you love me? >>

He caressed her cheek. He needed to feel her skin against him, her warmth.

<< Of course, I do. >>

She hugged him. She held him so tight, her knuckled turned white. She closed her eyes, hoping that everything could be alright, finally. Just feeling him so close to her, was like being home again. He wasn’t the bad guy anymore, even after all the terrible things he had done. He was just her boyfriend.

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