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azucanela · 4 years

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pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross.

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there.

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.”

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him.

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed.

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around.

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.”

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride.

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?”

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him.

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own.

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would.

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares.

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.”

“Cool.”

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA.

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating,

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face.

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down.

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point.

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own.

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing.

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces.

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist.

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features.

Shoto nods in agreement, “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.”

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amour393 · 3 years

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"Lloyd, no. Stop. Wha- Lloyd! What are you- ow!"

Kai yelps as the handlebar of Jay's old bike rams into his side. He wheels on the little pain-causing menace. Said menace looks up at Kai with innocent, bright red eyes.

Kai glares at him. "I said stop. When I feel that in training tomorrow, I'm blaming you."

Lloyd scoffs, crossing his arms as he lets his foot down to balance himself now that he's stopped. "I don't know how to stop, idiot. This is the first time I'm riding a bike ever and you expect me to know how to stop? No one at Darkley's-"

"Oh, be quiet, you little gremlin," Kai groans, dragging a hand over his face. "To stop, just put your foot down like you're doing right now."

Lloyd shrugs, grinning slightly mischievously.

Kai draws in another deep breath. "Okay. You made it three feet without me holding on. That's an improvement!"

Frowning, Lloyd shoves his hands in his pockets and hangs his head. "I should have it by now."

"Whoa, whoa, hey." Kai kneels down to Lloyd's eye level. "There is no should when learning to ride a bike. Either you get it or you don't. Don't beat yourself up, okay?"

Lloyd glances up at Kai, giving a small nod.

That's enough for Kai, so he grins a little. "And hey, at the very least you've given me plenty of bruises, so that should make you happy."

Lloyd giggles. "It does."

Kai rolls his eyes, sighing as he stands up. "Of course it does. Okay. You see that pile of junk over there?"

Lloyd looks up at Kai, looks at the mounds and mounds around them, looks back at Kai, and raises an eyebrow.

Kai sighs. "That one. With the...mattress? The one I'm pointing at, with the green thing sticking out on the right."

The kid follows his gaze, squinting a little, but nods after a moment. "What about it?"

Kai holds the back of the bike. "You're gonna bike over there, got it?"

Lloyd gapes. "All the way over there?! But that's- that's so far!"

"Relax, Lloyd," Kai says. "I'll hold on the whole way."

He looks up with pleading eyes. "Promise?"

Kai nods. "I promise."

Though he seems a little suspicious, Lloyd nevertheless firmly fixes his gaze on the junk pile, curls his lip the way Kai's noticed he does when determined, and sets off.

He's a bit wobbly at first, but eventually gets the hang of it, even on the sand. Kai grins at the wide smile on Lloyd's face.

"You're still holding on, right?" Lloyd calls, not looking back.

Kai doesn't answer for a moment, but Lloyd successfully reaches the junk pile. He drags his foot in the sand to slow and then stop, and looks back to see Kai laughing and cheering from halfway back.

Lloyd leaps off the bike, horrified. "Kai! How long were you not holding on?!"

Kai strolls over, smiling ear to ear. "Only like halfway through. But you made it, bud!"

Lloyd flinches.

Bud.

An affectionate nickname.

Something besides idiot, stupid, worthless, good for nothing-

"Lloyd?" Kai suddenly appears in front of Lloyd and snaps his fingers under Lloyd's chin. "You good?"

Lloyd nods his head. "I..yeah. Yeah! I just rode a bike! Of course I'm good."

Kai laughs, ruffling Lloyd's hair. "Alright then, kid. Let's go have lunch. Jay's mom made sandwiches."

Lloyd follows Kai to the trailer, grinning all the way.

***

Kai is completely befuddled a day later.

"You had it so well yesterday! What do you mean you're not sure now?"

Lloyd shifts his footing a bit, so Kai lowers his voice. Stupid Kai, being loud, scaring the kid, stupid no-filter, stupid, stupid, stupid-

"I dunno," Lloyd murmurs. "It just doesn't feel right."

So Kai gives him another lesson. And another the next day. And the next. Lloyd improves, but astonishingly slowly for someone who has proved himself a quick learner time and time again.

One night, Kai goes out to clear his head from a nightmare.

He pretends not to see Lloyd riding his bike back and forth throughout the junkyard with ease.

And he doesn't mention it.

#ninjago #my fic #*slams down shot glass*#ONE SHOT DRINK IT UP #love them #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #kai smith #lloyd garmadon

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strawwritesfic · 3 years

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Steve Rogers x Pregnant!Female!Reader: Where Gods do Fear to Tread [Ch. 2]

Summary: If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Abortion

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; pregnancy; pregnancy symptoms; foul language; crude humor; abortion; realistic birth defect; Steve & Bucky friendship; Reader & Bucky friendship)

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers/Female!Reader

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Master List

Chapter 2: Finding Out

Five weeks later, someone knocked swiftly against the door to the Rogers apartment. The noise hardly had any time to begin before that door was thrown open from the inside. On the step stood the familiar figure of Bucky Barnes. He was dressed for the sweltering August outside in a tank top that showed off his gleaming metal arm, and he had his dark hair pulled away from his neck in a messy bun.

“Did you bring the stuff?” you asked.

Wordlessly, Bucky lifted his flesh arm to show you a thin plastic bag. You grabbed his other wrist and yanked him inside your home. The door swung closed behind you.

“What the hell?” said Bucky as he staggered toward the couch.

You ignored him in favor of digging through the bag he’d dumped on the coffee table. “God, bury it in vitamins, why don’t you? Don’t you get enough of these things coursing through your blood naturally?”

“I wouldn’t call it ‘natural,’” he grumbled, “and I had to buy something else! Why didn’t you get your damn sister to buy it for you?”

“Cate’s in Hawaii.” Fingers finally finding your prize, you pulled the box you’d been hunting for free of Bucky’s useless supplements. “Besides, Hell will freeze over before I ask her to buy me a pregnancy test.”

“But it’s okay to ask me? You know what it looks like for an unmarried man to buy one of those?”

“Like he’s getting more than you actually are?”

Bucky scowled.

You affectionately tugged at his cheek. “Keep that up and Steve’s gonna put more drawings of you as Grumpy Cat on the fridge.”

“You said Steve was at work.”

“He is. Now quit your whining. It’s not like you’re getting nothing out of this transaction.”

He brightened at once. “You made me borscht?”

“It’s cooling as we speak.”

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.” With a happy sigh, he spread himself more thoroughly across the couch.

“No, Steve’s the best friend you’ve ever had.”

“Steve never makes me borscht.”

That was true. You had cultivated a friendship with Bucky (and a relationship with Steve) through cooking several meals for Cate’s VA PTSD group. Now, staring at the pregnancy test in your hands as you kneeled on the carpet, you couldn’t help but wonder if all that work would turn to waste. After all, how likely was it that you’d got pregnant your very first week of having sex? Would Steve believe you still when you said he was your first?

“Hey.” Bucky prodded you with his foot. “What’s the matter? You look all sweaty.”

A watery smile was shot in his direction. “Just worried, I guess. Steve and I have talked about having kids, just…not so soon.”

“Please. Steve’s been ready to be a father since before your mother was born. You’ve seen how he handles Wanda.”

“Wanda isn’t a baby.”

“Eh,” he said with a dismissive flick of his flesh hand.

“What if he thinks I was lying to him, Bucky?” you said tearfully. “What if he thinks I did sleep with someone else before we got married?“

“Then he’s a bigger idiot than I gave him credit for.” Bucky’s flat tone did little to convince you. Upon seeing that, he sat on the floor next to you and pulled you against his side. “That’s not going to happen. And if it does, don’t worry about it. I’ll help you raise the kid. I’ve done it before, with Natasha even. I think.”

A frown creased his forehead. Not wanting him to worry himself into a foul mood, you sniffed, pressed a kiss to his cheek, and stood.

“You’re a good guy.”

Bucky snorted.

“I’m gonna go take this before I lose my nerve. Don’t touch the borscht yet,” you added. “It’s not done.”

You heard him muttering darkly about your tone as you walked down the hallway and into the bathroom. His voice disappeared when you closed the door. Above your head hummed a light that set all the clean surfaces aglow. The blood in your veins buzzed right along with it, nervous and excited all at once.

Reading the instructions for the test took you no time at all. Doing the deed went just as quickly. Waiting for the results, on the other hand, felt as though it took forever and a day. You had left your phone in the living room (no doubt Bucky had already broken into it and was using your account to kick Steve’s ass at Words with Friends), so you had nothing to do but sit and stare, watch and wait.

It felt like you’d aged thirty years by the time the test gave you your answer: positive. You gaped at the thing before dumping it in the trashcan nestled next to the toilet. Of course, it might have been a false positive. Several extra tests remained for you to make sure later, but…pregnant?

Shakily, you stood and pressed your palms to your stomach. The woman in the mirror didn’t look pregnant. In fact, she looked much the same as she had on her wedding day, especially now that the glow from her honeymoon had started to fade. But somewhere deep inside her, something was starting to grow, something that belonged to you and Steve. A baby. You and Steve were going to have a baby.

“Bucky, we’re leaving!” you shouted, bursting out of the bathroom.

“What? What are you talking about?”

He found you in the bedroom in the process of gathering your purse and keys. “Grab your stuff. We’re going to tell Steve.”

“Tell Steve what?”

“That I’m pregnant!”

“The test was positive?”

“Yes. Keep up!” You glared at him, but Bucky didn’t budge. “Move! He should still be at headquarters, but so help me God, he isn’t going on any life-threatening missions without knowing he has a baby on the way!”

“Can’t you just call him?” Bucky asked, and earned himself a dirty look in doing so.

“This is something you say in person. Now, I’m leaving, whether you’re coming or not.”

You attempted to shove past him toward the front door. He allowed you to struggle for a few seconds before he pushed you gently backward.

“You are not taking your motorcycle in your condition.”

“What condition?”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re pregnant.”

At last, you halted the effort to shove Bucky’s rock hard body aside and properly looked at him. There was no malice in his expression. Just typical Bucky Barnes irritation. You gave up.

“Fine, Mom,” you said. “We’ll take your car. Happy now?”

“Delighted.”

You followed him to the front door, where he pulled his keys out of his pocket. That was when it hit you: “You’re going to be such a good godfather.”

“Shut up.”

You could tell, though, despite his usual demeanor, that Bucky didn’t really mean that. Why else would he have been so careful to drive you straight to the front of Avengers Tower? It wasn’t said, but you really were pleased it had been him that had been the one that helped you out. Steve wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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stillgirlfrommars · 3 years

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you’ve got news

So, I already talked about this with @missmorwen and I know I don’t have the time to draw and make an actual comic out of it, BUT I cannot stop thinking about this SamSteve-post-engdame-fix-it story (with a dash of BuckyNat, ‘cause that’s just who I am) which is kinda crack and very rom-com (a bit you’ve got mail) inspired and doesn't make much sense, because... PLOT HOLES but * sigh * I kinda wanna share at least the idea so - bear with me:

So, instead of Nat dying, Steve sacrifices his Captain America powers on Vormir and comes back as Skinny!Steve and starts running a political blog called you’ve-got-news in secret, uncovering all kinds of shady business/corruption and becoming the bane of existence of every politician and greedy CEO - but it takes a while for his friends to figure out it's him who’s running that increasingly popular blog (which the new Captain America is actually a big fan of ;)). And the way that happens is as follows:

So, Steve almost died at the end of Endgame. The idiot (affectionate) of course still wanted to fight Thanos, but even with Thor’s Hammer, he took some serious, serious injuries which led to a tough talk with Sam, Nat and Bucky

Like I imagine, that while Steve would not have any regrets whatsoever about giving up his powers, he would still need some time to come to terms with the fact that he won’t be able to participate in the action like he used to. Even though, he actually wants and knows... it’s time to ... start something new, it’s still a process. So, there he is, trying to figure out who he is without the mantle of Captain America, re-defining the way he can and will fight against bullies in the future (cause there is no way he’s gonna stop that).

And to the surprise of everyone, Steve actually doesn’t press for participating in Avenger-style-fights anymore (he still does some of the practical mission planning and shit like that) but most importantly, he starts taking up new hobbies, like cooking or old hobbies like drawing - and he seems happier than he has in a long time, and yeah maybe it’s a bit too good to be true, if Sam starts thinking about it. But, hey, Steve finally seems to be happy so -

Meanwhile, Sam still becomes the new Captain America, and Steve is there while he is adjusting, finding himself in that role. He is there when Sam needs to talk things through, and yeah, it would still be a process like in tfatws series, but ... a little bit less alone, I guess.

So, the new Captain America fights alongside Nat and Bucky - and it’s good, they work surprisingly well together, but also: those two are stuck right in the middle of a weird assassin!flirting situation (I’m imagening a lot of veeery intense staring at the other while cleaning their weapons or beating someone up, innuendos en masse, dark humour etc.). And frankly, it’s getting on Sam's nerves because they seem to be so oblivious about the whole damn thing. Neither of them is actually admitting to anything, no, they are too busy teasing him about the ‘crush’ he has developed on that mysterious dude who is running the famous political-youve-got-news-blog that gained momentum a while ago and is currently keeping all the corrupt politicians and CEOs on their toes.

So, yeah, Sam might have been caught a couple of times reading or reciting from that blog because - it has actually turned into a pretty efficient way of mobilising people to demonstrate for change and it did give him some tip-offs in regards to who the bad guy really was and yeah. But it’s not a crush... Sam just really likes reading the blog posts, okay. That dude seems pretty cool and they share the same moral code, so... whatever.

What Nat and Bucky and Steve don't know (and he’ll never tell them), is that Sam is actually kiiiiinda already frequently talking with the guy who runs the blog. Anonymously on both ends, of course (because for good reasons both of them are pretty careful about giving away information concerning their identities). And in a way that whole anonymity-thing makes it a lot easier to talk about stuff he finds harder to admit to the people who he knows directly. So, you could say, blog-guy has kinda become Sam's internet friend, but not his crush, no.

Honestly, the crush he is more concerned about (that he also isn't planning on telling anyone about any time soon, cause Bucky would just tease him and Nat would start scheming) is, well, it’s Steve. Because, damn, he likes their get-togethers a lot, the meals Steve's cooking are honestly to die for. They watch baseball together, they do museum-trips... And the way they can talk about (almost) everything... He just feels understood and... yeah, loved (maybe not in the way that he wishes for, but still) and it’s nice to see Steve so happy and okay, maybe it’s getting a bit out of control because Sam took Steve with him to visit Sarah and his nephews and Sarah kinda saw right through his act of ‘hey, this is my best friend’ and ‘what do you mean, I don’t have feelings- okay. Yeah maybe I do’ and told him in no uncertain terms to fucking do something about it and get his shit together.

The thing is, he’s got it bad. But Sam is also torn, because this is the best fucking friendship he's ever had and he does not want to jeopardise that. So, in the end he ends up talking about this with his Internet friend... about how he kinda has this huge crush on his best friend, and his Internet friend is like, ‘TELL ME ABOUT IT, big fucking same here UGH. And I feel like I’m being SO obvious about it all. It’s honestly embarrassing. My other best friend keeps teasing me ‘bout it and tells me to just go for it, but that guy still hasn’t managed to ask out the girl he’s interested in, so, what does he know, right?’. And Sam laughs - at least he’s not alone.

So the days go by (Sam’s pining only increases, Steve took him to a wine tasting the other night and he almost... in his drunk state... almost... but he didn’t) until one day, while blog-guy and Sam are chatting, all of the sudden the blog-guy is like, ‘Shit, I think someone's breaking into my apartment’ and then like, ‘Okay, yes they are’ - and Sam's like, ‘call 911′, and blog-guy writes back ‘mmh think I can handle them’ (and Sam’s like ‘WTF... I know way too many people with zero regards for their own well-being, myself included’)

But then blog-guy is not answering anymore, so Sam frantically calls up Nat who rushes to his flat and Sam says: ‘You need to find out where that IP adress is located ASAP - the dude with that famous blog is in danger.’

And Nat does that multitasking thing where she’s working on the problem while ribbing Sam about the fact that, apparently, Captain America's Internet bestie is that famous blog dude, and- 'Are you sure it’s not a crush?'

But after another minute, Nat sighs and is like, ‘I can't find the location, this thing is encrypted af, it’s impossible.’ Suddenly, she notices something about the setup of the encryption and-, ‘Hang on a second, it was me who set this up for someone back in 2011.′ And as she slips on her jacket, she says to Sam, ‘Come on. I know where we have to go!’

So they make their way to what turns out is Steve's (!!!!) apartment and find him in the middle of a fight against over half a dozen heavily armed people, and yeah - he’s actually doing pretty okay for himself ‘cause he outsmarted a couple of them, but also- they kind of outnumber him, so Nat and Sam get to work.

And Sam doesn't even have time to fully register what that means re:blog-guy until they have successfully defeated the bad guys. After that's done, Steve is like, ‘Thanks guys, but how the hell did you know I was in trouble? Nat... you didn’t bug my apartment, did you??’

And Nat tstsk and then she just laughs because this is priceless and OF CoURSE it is Steve who is behind that blog... (she's a bit mad at herself for not figuring it out sooner, and a bit sad that Steve didn't feel like he could tell her, and that he assumes she has is flat bugged but, also,... kinda impressed.) But then she looks at him with a warm smile on her face, shaking her head, saying, ‘No, I didn’t, Steve.’ Her gaze wanders back and forth between Steve and Sam and she humms- 'That actually makes so much sense oh my god.' So, she leaves them ‘to talk’ ;) and for Sam to explain everything’ - and then it’s just the two of them.

And Sam does explain everything and is like, 'So you're that Blog dude, erm...' He's scratching the back of his neck, cheeks flushed, 'Turns out, we've been talking for months over that blog of yours. I'm (insert-Sam’s-username-here).'- and Steve's eyes go wide and you can literally see him processing that information right then and there and he's sputtering out a light laugh, and he's like 'Hang on a second... I... umm, okay, I gotta ask. So, that best friend you've got a crush on...' Well, it’s now or never -'Is you, yeah..', Sam admits and starts, 'and....' They both laugh again and Steve nods and just says- 'yeah, it’s you, too.'

And then they kiss and yaaay, happy ending!!!

And then the epilogue would be about them having a nice dinner with Bucky and Nat a couple of months later, and the whole time, Sam and Steve are being very much in loveTM. The three guys are standing in the kitchen, while Natasha is in the bathroom and Bucky's making a funny quib about how sickeningly cute Sam and Steve are together - and Sam, well, Sam just raises his eyebrows and is like, 'You know what, you're not allowed to say anything bout that, you and Romanoff have been acting waaaaay worse over the last year. At least we got our shit together in the end, what's your excuse, you are obviously absolutely in love with her!', and of course Nat chooses that exact moment to enter the room, hand on Bucky's waist, dropping a kiss on his cheek and is like, 'What do you mean, we've been dating for 6 months?' And Steve laughs and Sam groans bc .... he loves his friends, he does, but clearly, CLEARLY they ALL have to work on their communication skills!

The End.

#samsteve #buckynat #endgame fix it #Sam Wilson #Steve Rogers #Skinny!Steve #I know it's stupid and cheesy but everything else in my life feels a bit too much at the moment so I needed something cute to think about #Seriously though if anyone wants to use this as a prompt to draw or write... please do

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hermannsthumb · 3 years

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I've read fics where Hermann disapproves of PDAs but what about the reverse? As in he's so stunned at winning the most amazing man in the Shatterdome (6 phds, literal rockstar, gorgeous Newt) that he deliberately provokes contact and shows of affection. Just to show off to people and send a clear back off signal. And Newt just dotes on him obliviously.

ok this one is another super old prompt and when I was writing it this week it KINDA got away from me. but I hope everyone enjoyyyys. partially inspired from conversations with @k-sci-janitor 👀 totally sfw, except for one brief reference

anyway, a fic about hermann being all affectionate with newt and also discovering what relaxation is

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The day after the world doesn’t end, Hermann brings Newt breakfast in bed.

Honestly, it surprises Newt more than the whole world not ending thing. Up until the previous evening, after all, Newt was pretty damn sure the guy absolutely hated him, and that if Hermann was gonna do something as out of character as bringing him breakfast, it surely meant he’d spat in it first. Or maybe poisoned it. If hated isn’t the right word, Newt would say Hermann at the very least barely tolerated. And then the whole sharing the neural load thing happened. And, after that, hugging, not once, but twice, and then falling asleep in bed together. And now Hermann’s perched on the edge of his bed (which they shared while they slept) and handing him a plate.

“You had quite the busy day yesterday,” Hermann says kindly. Hermann has never spoken to Newt kindly before. Atop the plate are two pieces of toast, a soft-boiled egg, and a mug of coffee. The coffee and toast (Newt notices) are exactly the shade he prefers. He wonders if Hermann picked up on it before or after the whole mind-melding thing. Before wouldn’t surprise him—Hermann has always been weird about noticing details like that. The egg, however, is something purely Hermann in taste. “I imagine you could use a nice spot of breakfast,” he adds.

Newt shoves his glasses on and blinks at Hermann groggily. He struggles to sit up, partially tangled in his sheets, and then takes the plate. A little bit of coffee sloshes down onto one of the slices of toast. “Are you wearing my sweatshirt?” he says.

Hermann smiles and looks down at the ragged old MIT sweatshirt he’s tossed on. He may have a few inches on Newt, but he’s still one skinny motherfucker, and it hangs almost comically off his frame. “I am,” he says. “I poked around in your closet, I hope you don’t mind. My clothing was in a rather sorry state.”

Sorry state is an understatement for both of them. Newt’s surprised they haven’t been formally ordered to burn the shit they wore to the bone slums yet. Blood, dirt, and kaiju guts aside, Newt’s, at least, reeks to high heaven with sweat. “No worries,” Newt says. He picks up the coffee and blows on it. He wonders where Hermann got coffee that smells this good. It’s been hard to find anything decent and non-instant on the base these days, and (thanks to limited rations) chain shops like Starbucks cost an arm and a leg for even a small. He also wonders what people thought when they saw Hermann strutting around the base with bedhead in a sweatshirt that obviously wasn’t his. Newt almost wants to blush on his behalf. Scandalous.

Before Newt can so much as take a sip of the coffee, Hermann is suddenly unbuckling and shucking off his grey slacks. “Dude!” Newt yelps, flushing bright red to the tips of his ears. Hermann blinks at him innocently. “What are you doing?”

It’s not so much that Newt is upset as it is that it’s so wildly out of character for Hermann that he feels he owes it to Hermann to act at least moderately scandalized. In all his years of knowing and working alongside Hermann, he’s never so much as seen Hermann’s bare wrist before. Now he’s in Newt’s goddamn bed flashing calves, and thighs, and neatly-pressed little white briefs… Hermann rolls his eyes and tosses the slacks (unfolded!) onto Newt’s desk chair. “Making myself comfortable,” he says. “Would you like me to stop?”

Does Hermann iron his underwear? It would be at odds with the rest of his clothing if he did, which is usually in various stages of frumpy to outright wrinkled, but Newt can’t think of how else it would look like that. He wonders if Hermann’s stitched his name on the inner waistband. It seems like the kind of thing Hermann would do. Newt suddenly realizes he’s been staring at Hermann’s briefs (and, worse still, considering how cute Hermann looks in just them and Newt’s sweatshirt) for an uncomfortably long time, so he quickly shakes his head and drags his eyes to Hermann’s face. One of Hermann’s eyebrows is quirked up. Newt hasn’t been subtle. “No,” he says. He clears his throat. “No, dude, you’re—all good.”

He chokes down a too-hot sip of coffee to have something to do with his mouth.

Hermann smirks.

The bedcovers are drawn back. Hermann slips under them and drapes an arm across Newt’s chest, his hand curling protectively over Newt’s hip. With his other hand he snags Newt’s coffee from his grasp and takes a sip. Newt watches his jaw and throat work as he swallows it, a funny feeling blooming in the pit of his stomach. The mug is handed back over, Hermann’s fingers brushing against Newt’s, which make Newt feel even funnier. “Newton,” Hermann declares. “I think we ought to have sex.”

“Oh,” Newt says. “Can I finish my breakfast first?”

“Certainly,” Hermann says.

Newt’s heart pounds as he spreads a little packet of margarine across one of the pieces of toast; he can feel Hermann’s eyes on him, never straying once. Hermann’s hand draws little circles on his hip. Newt drops his toast twice to the plate before he can successfully take a bite, and even when he does, he doesn’t taste it. Hermann’s fingers dip under the hem of his t-shirt. Newt swallows his toast. “Why?” he says.

Apparently it’s the right question. Hermann nods, like he’s pleased Newt has asked. Like they’re talking theories or something. “I came to the conclusion while I fetching your coffee,” Hermann says. “It occurred to me that I wouldn’t have gotten up at seven in the morning to get coffee for just anyone. Then, of course, there is the whole drifting business—”

“You realized you wouldn’t have done that for just anyone too, huh?” Newt says with a smile. Hermann’s hand on his hip stills, and his cheeks go pink. Newt’s relieved to have gotten some ground back here. “Hermann, that’s sooo romantic.”

“The world was at stake,” Hermann sniffs.

“It’s okay,” Newt says. “I won’t tell anyone the great Dr. Gottlieb has feelings. So, what, you realized you have a big ole crush on me?”

Hermann takes the unfinished piece of toast from him and sets it down on his plate. He pulls Newt’s glasses off, kisses him soundly, and then puts Newt’s glasses back on. His mouth tastes like toothpaste. “On the contrary, I’ve always suspected it,” he says. “It’s just that now I have the time to confirm it.” He reaches up and strokes at Newt’s hair. “We have the time for lots of things, now, Newton. Whatever we’d like.”

Newt finishes off his coffee quickly, not even caring when he burns his tongue, and then tosses the remainder of his breakfast to the floor. His egg spills onto the massacred skinny corduroys he wore yesterday. Whatever, Newt’s burning them anyway. “God, get overhere already, man,” he says, tugging at Hermann’s borrowed sweatshirt. He needs to help Hermann confirm his crush or whatever, pronto.

It’s a few days before Newt and Hermann finally drag themselves out of bed and to the lab to tackle what little work remains for them to do—cataloguing what are apparently the last kaiju samples known to man (Newt), recording and backing up their drift data (Newt’s solo drift, and then their joint data), drawing some random scribbles on the board and pretending they’re important calculations about the possibility of the Breach reopening (Hermann. Okay, whatever, maybe they are important). Unfortunately, the delay isn’t for any sexy reasons, as much as Newt would’ve liked it to have been. The events of the last day of the war caught up with them pretty quickly after that morning in Newt’s bed, and they mostly just slept, ordered out dinner, popped ibuprofen for their various aches, and avoided medical at all costs. (Rumor had it the medical staff on base were looking for him and Hermann so they could do some brain scans. Apparently drifting with a kaiju brain is potentially dangerous, who knew.)

A rancid smell washes over them the second they push the heavy lab doors open, and Newt spots several hunks of kaiju organs rotting away on his workbench. Hermann clamps a hand to his mouth. “Oops,” Newt says, turning to Hermann sheepishly. He can’t help but cower as he does. He and Hermann got along swimmingly the past couple days—it’ll be sad to see all that hard work go down the drain over this. “Guess I forgot to clean up the other day. In my defense—we were kind of busy.”

But Hermann doesn’t snap at Newt, or thump his cane on the ground, or call Newt an idiot, or even look annoyed; he lowers his hand from his mouth and laughs. Albeit a terse laugh, but still. Newt gapes at him. “We were rather busy,” Hermann concedes. “So long as you clean it up in the next ten minutes, I—what, Newton?”

“Nothing,” Newt says, quickly. “I’m gonna—um—deal with it now.”

Hermann disappears from the lab while Newt is digging around in the storage closet for extra heavy-duty trash bags. When he comes back an hour later, he’s holding a cardboard tray of small plastic cups, and Newt has just hefted his last spoiled sample into the lab’s airtight biohazard bin (a bit mournfully, if he’s being honest, since he’s sure there’s still more to learn about the kaiju from them). Newt squints at the cups in the tray while he rips his messy disposable work gloves off. “What’s that?” he says.

“Iced coffee,” Hermann declares.

The gloves slap, wetly, into the biohazard bin, and Newt lets out a low whistle. “Dude. No way. From where?” He’s not sure when he gave off the impression that the way to his heart was good coffee, but maybe it’s true. Then again, Hermann could probably win him over with a cup of lukewarm tap water. Not because Newt is desperate or anything. He just really likes Hermann.

“A little shop a bit away from the base,” Hermann says. “I took the bus.” He draws back his chair and sits down with a soft sigh, setting his cane against his desk. Then he draws out a small brown paper bag from his parka pocket. He tosses it to Newt; Newt catches it with one hand. “They had these funny little cakes on sticks. I thought you might like one.”

“Cake pops?” Newt says.

“I presume,” Hermann says. While Newt inhales the little chocolate-dipped cake pop (which is so good, oh my God, Newt hasn’t had dessert that didn’t come from a vending machine in plastic shrink wrap in years), Hermann adds, “I wasn’t sure what sort of iced coffee you liked, so I made sure to get a variety.”

“Sick,” Newt says, spewing crumbs on his shirt. “Um. But, like, why though?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Hermann says. “I suppose I wanted to do something kind for you.” He carefully slides a straw out of its paper wrappings and pokes it into the lid of one of the coffees. Once he crumples up the wrapper and tosses It into his train bin, he grips his cane, and uses the handle to nudge Newt’s desk chair towards him. “You worked awfully hard cleaning the laboratory.”

Newt preens a little, even as he privately wonders why Hermann’s acting so weird. Well, nice. But nice is weird for Hermann, so they’re basically the same thing. Is this part of his whole deciding whether or not he digs Newt thing? Newt just assumed the awesome morning they spent together would be proof enough of that. Then again, Hermann’s pretty thorough. “I guess,” Newt says. “It was kind of my mess, though.”

Hermann pats at the empty chair with a smile. Hermann’s smiles are so rare—crooked, and stupid cute—that Newt’s heart gives a painful little twist at the sight of it, and he realizes he doesn’t actually give a shit about why Hermann’s being all weird, actually. “You’ve earned a break,” Hermann says. “Besides, I’d like to spend time with you.”

Newt’s too stunned to argue with that one. When he sits down, Hermann inches their chairs together until their knees are touching.

They don’t necessarily fall back into their usual habits by the next week, but the better ones they’ve picked up (being a little kinder to each other, a little more patient, a little more respectful, and also the fact that Hermann can’t seem to stop touching Newt) all but fall into the background as Newt throws himself into his work with renewed determination. Unfortunately, his desire to get it all done as soon as fucking possible speaks less to his awesome work ethic, and more to the fact that he’s just not sure what else to do with himself now, and he likes that work gives him the excuse to not think about it. Hermann said they have all the time to do whatever they like now. Well, Newt likes working. He knows working. Relaxation is a foreign concept to him, and it was a foreign concept to Hermann up until recently. While Newt is toiling away over his decaying kaiju samples in the lab, Hermann is out—

“Where?” Newt says.

Hermann gives Newt the most serene smile Newt’s ever seen cross his face. “I took a bath,” he says. “It was very nice. I bought some nice soaps, and lit some candles, and looked online to see how to do one of those mud masks. It was very relaxing. You ought to try it.”

“Try bathing?” Newt says.

“Yes. Well, no. I mean taking a bath. Is there something you’re not understanding?”

Newt tries to imagine Hermann with a mud mask on his face and cucumbers over his eyes and fails miserably. Hermann hates messes. He would never stand for mud, let alone on his skin. Where’d he even find a bathtub? Did he break into the rangers’ locker room again? Aren't candles banned on base for being a fire hazard, anyway? “Yeah,” Newt says. “Pretty much all of it.”

Hermann shakes his head with a snort, and Newt catches a whiff of something floral and fragrant—his fancy new soap or oil, he guesses. “I’m not surprised. You know, Newton, you are awfully tense.”

Hearing that from Hermann of all people, the king of having-a-massive-stick-up-your-ass, is probably the funniest thing that’s ever happened to Newt. He laughs out loud and plunges a bare hand into his kaiju sample with a gross squelching noise. “Sure, dude.”

He’s almost too engrossed in his sample to feel Hermann sidling up behind him and setting a hand at his waist. He definitely feels Hermann nose a kiss behind his ear, though, and the hot flush that spreads down across his neck from it. Newt’s hand goes sweaty around his scalpel. One thing he definitely wasn’t expecting from a post-no-apocalypse Hermann is how free he is with affection in any and all forms. “Give it a rest, love,” Hermann murmurs. He nudges at the heel of Newt’s boot with the end of his cane. Love? “Why don’t we head back to my quarters and watch a film? You can pick.”

“But.” Newt fidgets. “I have—my sample—”

Another little kiss. The soapy-oil smell is stronger now. Newt thinks it might be lavender. He wonders if the mud mask left Hermann’s skin all soft. “It won’t be going anywhere, Newton.”

Newt sets down his scalpel.

When they they pass by a group of LOCCENT staff in the hallway, Newt makes to drop Hermann’s hand (which Hermann had laced together with his own before they left the lab), but Hermann holds fast, maybe even faster than before, and looks at him with his stupidly sweet set of big eyes. Newt waits until they round the corner to say anything. “Sorry,” he says, lamely. “Um. I thought—you wouldn’t want—” Hermann continues to stare at him. His iris is still ringed red like Newt’s. “I just mean I know you’re weird about stuff like that. Public stuff.” Hermann has been a closed and tightly-bound book for as long as Newt’s known him; he can’t imagine that would suddenly change and he would start broadcasting his emotions far and wide in the course of a week just because he’s a little less stressed.

Or, you know. Maybe Newt’s totally wrong on this. “Ah,” Hermann says. He nods, very seriously. “Yes. I have been considering that as well. I see no reason to hide recent developments in our relationship.” He squeezes Newt’s hand. "In fact, I see no reason to not be quite, er, proud of them. You’re quite the catch.”

Newt remembers the stolen sweatshirt. Maybe Hermann wearing it out to get them breakfast was more calculated than he realized. “So if I made out with you against the wall right now you wouldn’t be mad?” Newt says.

“Well,” Hermann says, inclining his head to his door, "seeing as my quarters are right there, it seems a rather unnecessary inconvenience.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Newt smiles as Hermann leads him in. “Can I really pick the movie?”

“Within reason.”

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #esperata

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wiypt-writes · 4 years

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Stark Spangled Banner

Ch42: Maybe Baby Part 1- I Made That

Intro: Katie and Emmy both meet a new friend, and Tony and Pepper welcome their baby girl to the world. As the family enjoy the happiness the new addition brings, it leads Steve and Katie to a big decision of their own…

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut! (NSFW) No under 18s. Teeth rotting fluff…

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 41 Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

May 2019

“Come on, Emmy, throw me a bone here!” Katie sighed as she sat in the chair of the coffee shop. “I can’t do anything about it if I don’t know what’s wrong.” She paused and rolled her eyes. “Jesus I sound like Steve.”

Emmy sighed and looked out of the window. “Why do I have to go back?”

“Because.” Katie said, rubbing at her temple “Look, you’ve already been out of school for like nearly a year, and it’s only for a couple of months and then it’s gonna be summer.” “So what’s the point of going then?” Emmy persisted. “Can’t I just wait and go back in September?”

Katie let out a groan, dropped her head into her hands before she heard a soft chuckle. She looked up to see the woman who was behind the counter had come across to clear away the empty mugs on the table. “She sounds just like my daughter.” The red haired lady smiled. “Nothing but back chat.” “I thought a hot chocolate and a muffin would help.” Katie side eyed her foster daughter. “Clearly I was wrong.”

Emmy scowled at her in response.

“The Decimation screwed a lot of things up” The woman sighed. “Tell me about it.” Katie breathed out. At that point the woman was joined by a girl who was the spitting image of her, Katie assuming it to be her daughter.

“Oh.Em.Gee!” The girl spluttered, looking at Katie “You’re Katie Stark, I mean Rogers!”

Katie grimaced and glanced around the shop. There were only three other people in and as they looked over she let out a relieved noise as they simply nodded to her and turned back to their drinks. “Brooke!” The woman chastised before giving Katie an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry, you’re clearly here for a quiet drink and-” “It’s fine.” Katie hastily said, glancing at Emmy who was looking at the girl, frowning.

The woman looked at her daughter before she glanced at Katie, then to Emmy. “Brooke here goes to MS in Brooklyn.” she offered suddenly.

“What’s MS?” Emmy looked at Brooke.

“The Maths and Science Exploratory School.” Brooke nodded. “It’s really cool. Before the err…well, before they used to do all sortsa stuff…” “Brooke, why don’t you take Emmy into the back and show her some of your work and the website?” the woman offered “If that’s ok with you.” She looked to Katie. “Fine by me, what do you think Em?” Katie asked.

Emmy gave a nonchalant shrug. “Whatever.” “Manners!” Katie looked at her sternly. Emmy had the good grace to look a bit abashed when she stood up and turned to Brooke.

“Sorry, yeah I’d like to see.”

Katie watched her go before she looked at the woman “Thank you.” The lady smiled and nodded to Katie’s mug “Refil?” “Please.”

“Coming right up.”

Katie leaned back on the comfy sofa and pulled out her phone. She had a message from Steve, asking her how it was going. She responded with three words ‘Fucking hard work’ before she slid her phone away as the woman came back with two mugs.

“Mind if I join you? Might as well take a break whilst we’re quiet.”

“No, of course not.” Katie gestured with her hands and the woman took a seat on the chair at the other side of the table.

“I’m Jennifer by the way.” She held out her hand “I own this place.” “Nice to meet you.” Katie smiled “I would introduce myself but…”

“My loud mouth daughter did it for you.” Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sorry about that. I wasn’t sure she would recognise you and I didn’t want to draw attention to you by warning her not to say anything…”

“Don’t worry about it” Katie shook her head “I mean it’s not like my identity is a secret. It’s just not everyone is particularly pleased to see us now-a-days. They seem to flip from either thanking us all for our efforts or screaming at us that it’s all our fault.”

“People are idiots.” Jennifer said simply “Anyone who blames you guys for any of this needs to get a check of themselves.” Katie smiled, sipping at her coffee “You know this is a really good roast. I’ll have to tip Steve off about it, he’s a coffee fiend.”

Jennifer smiled and then she looked over to the counter before glancing back “So, sorry for being nosey but I know you didn’t have a kid before, well, you know.” “Oh, she’s fostered.” Katie smiled. “I’ve known her since she was eighteen months old and she lost her last foster carers in the snap. We took her in for a night and she never left.”

“That’s good of you.” Jennifer smiled

“Least we could do.” Katie glanced at her coffee “When I look round and see what others lost, it brings it home to me how lucky I was, you know. I mean don’t get me wrong we lost people we cared about, a great deal. But my brother, my family, my husband, all still alive.”

Katie trailed off and thought to their baby. It had struck her on the first anniversary of the snap a few weeks earlier that their baby would have been with them now. Either a boy or a girl, blue or green eyes, blonde or dark, they’d never know.

“You can’t think like that.” Jennifer shook her head. “It doesn’t matter who you didn’t lose, you still lost. Hell, everyone lost, and everyone hurts, regardless of whether it was 1 person or 10. It doesn’t feel any less shit.” “You lost someone?” Katie looked at her.

“My dad.” Jennifer looked at her hands “My mom died a few years back and my husband was killed in Afghanistan not long after Brooke was born. So now it’s just us” “Sorry.” Katie bowed her head as the woman wiped at her eyes “I didn’t mean to…” Jennifer waved away her apology and smiled “Don’t be. It is what it is.” At that point the two girls came back into the main part of the shop, and Emmy was clutching a pile of paper.

“We printed some info off, mom.” Brooke said, “So Emmy can read it later. And we exchanged numbers, so she can text me later if she has questions and stuff.” “Good thinking!” Jennifer smiled.

“Right, you ready to go?” Katie looked at Emmy. “Steve’s cooking so we should go make sure he hasn’t burnt the compound down.”

“You live in the Avengers Compound?” Brooke looked at Emmy, wide eyed “Man that’s awesome.” Emmy smiled before she looked at Katie “What’s Steve-o making?”

“I think he said he was doing carbonara.” “Oh, that was good last time he cooked it.” Katie smiled, pulling on her jacket. “Yeah, it was actually.” She stood up and smiled at Jennifer. “It was really nice to meet you.” She reached into her bag for a twenty to pay but Jennifer waved it away “On the house.” “Oh, no.” Katie protested, dropping the twenty to the table, but the woman picked it up and handed it back. Pursing her lips, Katie spotted the tip jar on the counter and quickly strode over to it, depositing the note through the slot before giving the woman a smug look. Jennifer laughed and shrugged before she reached over the counter and handed Katie a business card.

“My mobile number is on there.” She smiled, “If you ever fancy a chat or a drink some time, anything at all.” “Thanks” Katie beamed. “That’s really kind of you.”

“Bye!” Emmy waved as they exited the shop. She turned to Katie as they walked to the car. “They’re nice.” “Yeah, yeah they are.” Kate smiled “Come on, let’s get home before we’re late and we get the eyebrow of disappointment.”

****** The last week in May brought some unusually cold and wet weather for the time of year, which wasn’t surprising as the climate was still all over the place. It was normally the time of year they celebrated Tony’s birthday on the 29th with a BBQ or something, but there was none of that this time. Not least because of the weather, but more over that his birthday was overshadowed spectacularly by the arrival of his daughter, Morgan Hope Stark some four days earlier on the 25th.

“Guys.” Katie gulped, tears welling in her eyes as her baby niece gently stirred in her arms, her eyes not opening as she moved her hands gently, “She’s…” “Amazing, I know.” Pepper gushed beaming up at Katie from where she was sat, propped up in the hospital bed.

“I made that.” Tony bragged, his chest puffed out. Katie knew how genuinely proud he was simply by the affectionate gleam in his eyes. Pepper rolled her eyes playfully, sharing a look with her sister-in-law.

Steve’s arm curled round Katie’s waist as he gazed down at the baby in her arms, smiling gently as he smoothed the blanket down to get a closer look. She had a light dusting of dark hair, Tony’s cheekbones and Pepper’s nose.

“Wanna hold Uncle Steve?” Katie asked, looking at him.

“Erm, yeah, sure, that ok?” Steve looked at Pepper and Tony.

“Just don’t drop her.” Tony narrowed his eyes “Or throw her, she’s not a shield.” “Tony, you’re such a dick.” Katie sighed, passing the precious bundle to Steve who gently took her, supporting her head with his large hand.

As Steve cradled the tiny baby in his large arms, filled with wonder at the miniature human he was holding, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

This would have been them.

As Morgan curled her hand around his large index finger the lump grew larger and he fought to keep the tears that had sprung into his eyes from dropping down his cheeks.

Across the room, Tony curled his arm round his sister’s shoulder and dropped a kiss to her head as she wiped away the single tear that she herself had shed hastily before Steve saw.

Steve collected Emmy later that evening from Brooke’s. Emmy had decided to go to MS after all, and as such the two girls had fast become inseparable during the week and often at weekends too.

“She’s been ever so well behaved and polite.” Jennifer smiled, handing Steve Emmy’s rucksack. Steve nodded and gently placed a large hand on the back of Emmy’s head

“Good.”

“Gerroff.” she shrugged him away “I’m not six.” Steve rolled his eyes as he looked at Jennifer and raised an eyebrow “Clearly just us she gives back chat to.”

Jennifer chuckled “And they say it’s gonna get worse as they get older” “I can’t wait!” Steve replied, sarcastically. The woman laughed, Steve thanked her again and they headed to the car.

“So what’s Morgan like?” Emmy asked as Steve set off back up the main road to head out of Manhattan and towards the Compound. “Does she look like Tony?”

“A little, more like Pepper really.” Steve smiled

“Phew.” Emmy grinned and Steve gave a snort.

“Katie got some photos so she’ll show you when we get home.” Emmy glanced out of the window at the passing trees before she turned back to Steve “Do you think you and Katie will ever have a baby?” Steve’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as he took a deep breath, and he instantly regretted it when he felt Emmy recoil in the seat next to him.

“I’m sorry.” she began, and Steve cursed himself for being so damned easy to read. He hated it when she got scared and fearful that she’d done something wrong. Every time they tried to discipline her for misbehaviour she would end up trembling out of deep rooted fear she was going to get a beating.

“Sweetie, I’m not mad, and you have nothing to be sorry for.” Steve sighed, “It’s just, well,” he bit his lip “,in the Snap, Katie and I lost a baby. Katie, was pregnant and we didn’t know.” “Oh.” Emmy frowned, looking back at her hands “That’s sad.” “Yeah.” Steve said with a small smile. The simple words she had used were spot on, there was no other way to describe it. “Yeah it is. But, we got you to look after and you can throw some spectacular tantrums so it’s kinda like having a baby in a way.”

“Rude.” Emmy glared at him, and he couldn’t hide the smile on his face at her indignation.

The two of them arrived home to Katie declaring from her spot on the sofa that she didn’t want to cook so had ordered take-out Pizza much to Emmy’s delight, but one look at his wife told Steve she’d been crying. As soon as their foster daughter was out of earshot and had gone to her room he sat down next to her and turned to face her.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“I’m fine.” She shrugged, and Steve quirked an eyebrow.

“You forget Mrs Rogers, I can read you like a book.” He snaked his fingers in between hers and she took a deep breath “Talk to me, honey.”

“Just seeing you there with Morgan before, I couldn’t help but feel that…” she stumbled over her words as her tears began to form again “That could have, should have been us, you know?” Steve sighed and gently reached out to her, pulling her to his chest.

“I know.” He whispered softly, dropping kiss to her head “I know.”

“They would have been coming up for six months old now, give or take.” Katie sighed gently and his arms tightened around her. Taking a deep breath he decided to voice what was on his mind and dropped his head slightly, nudging her face up with his nose.

“You know, we could always…” He trailed off, and she licked her lips as she looked at him, understanding immediately what he was suggesting.

“I dunno.” She sighed, “I mean I like the idea, but…” “But?”

“I’m scared, Steve.” “What of?” “Well, that something will go wrong.”

“Why would it go wrong?” he frowned.

“It did last time.”

He sighed. “Katie, nothing you could have done would have made a difference. Once he snapped…”

“Do you really want kids?” She cut him off, looking at him.

“Yeah, I do.” He answered honestly “I wasn’t that bothered about it before but now, well with Emmy being here and Morgan, the thought of our own child, running around, one that’s half me half you…I can’t even begin to explain how amazing that feels.” Katie looked down at her hands and Steve took a deep breath. “But if it’s not what you want then it doesn’t matter” He gently titled her face up to look at him.

She looked at him, her eyes locked onto his and her words were almost a whisper. “I do want. I want a baby with you.” His eyes flashed and he gave a grin. “Well that’s good, I’d be worried if you wanted one with someone else.” “Jerk.” She scoffed, hitting his chest as he laughed before she took a deep breath “Maybe we could like try but not try.” “I’m not following.” Steve frowned.

Katie sighed. “I don’t wanna get hung up on it.” She shrugged “No pressure. So maybe not try as such, just don’t try to stop anything.”

Steve smiled, if he was honest, a baby to him should be borne out of love and not some kind of weird planned parenting mission.

“Is that ok with you?” she looked at him. “Oh, Kitten.” Steve’s face split into a huge grin and he took her face in both his hands “It is very, very ok.”

******

August 2019

“Thor came here?” Katie asked as she looked at Tony, the two of them sat on his porch. Katie was bouncing Morgan on her knee whilst Emmy was busy helping Pepper feed Gerald, Tony’s newest addition, an Alpaca.

“Yup.” Tony nodded “He came to see Morgan. He’s errr, changed.” “Changed?”

“Yeah, erm, he’s a little bit portly.”

“Portly?” Katie stopped what she was doing until Morgan let out a screech, encouraging her to continue. “As in…” “Fat.” Tony nodded.

Katie snorted “Bullshit…” “Straight up Kiddo. Apparently he’s got his brewers working on a new beer. Clearly been sampling it a little too much.”

“Other than that how did he seem?” Katie asked. Despite herself she couldn’t help but wonder how the man she had once been good friends with was holding up. Tony took a deep breath “Ok, I think. I mean it was a surprise him showing up. I haven’t seen him since, well, that day at the compound.” “He took what happened really hard” Katie sighed. “But the rest of us had to move on, he needs to do the same. I tried to talk sense into him…” “You punched him in the face.” Tony raised an eyebrow. “He deserved it.” “I know.” Tony paused “And for what it’s worth, he hates himself for it. He told me.” “Well maybe he should apologise.” Katie shrugged, and that was the end of the conversation. They stayed for a few hours before heading back to the compound and, given that it was a nice night Katie and Natasha retired to the large garden area and the hot tub for a girl’s night in.

“You talk to Steve today?” Nat asked, pouring Katie a glass of wine from the ice bucket at the side.

“Not yet.” Katie shook her head, turning from where she had been watching Emmy playing fetch with Lucky to look at her “I’ll speak to him later. He’s ready for home though. Keeps moaning about how the chef doesn’t make Mac and Cheese as well as me.”

“He loves it really.” Nat grinned.

“Yeah, he does.” Katie smiled “It’s nice to see him so focussed, you know with something to do.”

“When’s he back? Feels like he’s been gone for ages”

“He has, it’s been almost three weeks this time” Katie smiled, “But he’s home in a couple of days and on that I got a favour to ask. Could you maybe have Emmy for us? Thought we might go out or…” “Or stay in?” Nat raised her eyebrows, smirking.

“Something like that.” Katie snorted.

“Yeah, no probs. We can have a girl’s night in my apartment.” She nodded over to the pre-teen who was running across the lawns. “She’s never any trouble.” “Thanks Nat.” Katie smiled, sipping her wine and pulling a face at the sour taste.

“How’s she been recently?” Nat nodded to Emmy.

“Good.” Katie nodded. “The nightmares have pretty much stopped. She still gets a bit reserved now and then but I think getting her back to school has helped a lot. She’s a bright kid, good at art as well as the technology and science. Should see her and Steve when they get going.”

“Yeah they seem pretty close.” Nat smiled.

“She’s like his shadow when he’s here.” Katie snorted. “I don’t get a look in.” She took another sip of her drink and shook her head. “Does that taste right to you?”

“It tastes fine, but then so did that Tuna you said was off.” “It was off.” Kate grimaced, nodding to the dog that was currently splashing in the shallows of the river, after his ball “Even Lucky wouldn’t eat it.”

“Well I ate it and I’m fine” Nat shrugged.

Katie took another sip shook her face before tipping her wine into Nat’s glass “I can’t drink that. It’s nasty.” “Errr, that is a fifteen year old vintage, stolen from Tony’s old stash in the cellar!” Natasha grinned.

“Don’t give a fuck what it is, it’s gross.” Katie shrugged, standing up and stepping out of the tub. “I’ll stick to the beer.”

She pulled a Bud out of the fridge, twisted the top off and threw it into the garbage. She took a swig as she walked back outside and, as she sank back down into the water, Nat took a deep breath and leaned forward.

“I got an email from Rhodey. More bodies have turned up, this time in Johannesburg, some drugs baron and his cronies.” “Clint?” Katie asked, pausing her beer half way to her mouth as she nodded.

“It’s his MO.”

Over the past six months more and more bodies had been turning up, along with numerous witnesses, which led them to the conclusion that Clint was acting as some kind of vigilante, hunting down Crime Lord Syndicates and taking them down one by one. Natasha at first had point blank refused that it was him, until one of Rhodey’s contacts had sent an extremely clear shot from some CCTV footage. There was no denying, it was Clint. Natasha had been heartbroken, locking herself away and refusing to speak to anyone, emerging only when Steve threatened to kick her door in. She’d opened it, red eyed but with a glimmer of a smirk on her face and called him a “bossy, interfering bastard.”

“Any leads on where he could be?” Katie asked

Nat shook her head “he doesn’t want to be found. But then, when have I ever listened?”

They drank and talked until late in the evening, probably more than they should have done which is why the next morning Katie woke up with a killer hangover and barely made it to the toilet. She threw the contents of her stomach into the bowl before standing up, splashing cold water onto her face and heading to make sure Emmy was up and getting ready. Sometimes, being a responsible adult sucked.

Once she had managed to get Emmy packed off to the summer day-camp her School was running, she grabbed a slice of toast and an orange juice and felt ready to face walking and talking at the same time. She called Steve quickly, who wasted no time in telling her that they’d drunk called him the night before. Katie groaned as he laughed down the handset, before the conversation grew slightly more serious and he said that Rhodey had filled him in on the murders in Johannesburg. They discussed it for a while when he declared he had to go and after promising to speak to him later that evening, sober, Katie cut the call.

She headed down to the common room to find Nat was already in there.

“Hangover too?” Natasha looked at Katie pulling a face. “I feel like shit. How much did we drink?”

“Enough.” Katie sighed “You sank two bottles of that wine, I went through a full crate of bud.” “And that was before the vodka.” Nat groaned, dropping her face into her hands. Katie grimaced, picking up a bottle of water and taking a long drink before they got down to business, looking over some plans for an old School they were intending to acquire to make into a half way hours for the older teenagers that had been left without homes or families in the snap. Too old to be in an orphanage or children’s home, Natasha had pointed out they probably needed somewhere they could live independently, but safely. It was a great idea and one Katie was fully behind.

“I’ll get it typed up into a formal proposal this evening,” Katie nodded to Nat “then we can start the ball rolling. All goes according to plan we can get the Real Estator on the phone tomorrow and push ahead with the purchase”

Nat nodded. “Yeah, about that.” Katie groaned “You’re going to Johannesburg aint you?” “I have to.”

“Nat…”

“He’d do the same for me.”

“When?” Katie sighed, knowing there was no point in trying to talk her out of it. “This evening. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”

“Just be careful,” Katie said, “and prepared. Chances are you won’t like what you find.”

“I know.” She said, her eyes tearing over. “But I have to try.” Katie nodded, dropping a hand to her shoulder as she picked up the files and laptop before leaving her to her thoughts.

She was sat in the office working on the proposal that evening when she heard the jet taking off. Glancing out of the window Katie watched as it shot into the grey sky and vanished behind a cloud. Emmy paused to look up from where she was outside on the lawn with Lucky before she tuned to look at Katie, mouthed the universal sign for “I’m hungry” and Katie grinned, deciding to call it quits for the night.

**** Chapter 42 Part 2

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Return the Flames - Chapter 8

All at Dead Bird Studios knew of Amos' (The Conductor's) ability. How the owl could suddenly erupt into flames if angered enough. When the studio first opened, Dominic (DJ Grooves) was told that Amos had his ability under control. Nothing to worry about. No possible loss of anything from an open flame.

A few years later however, and that control seems to have lessened to a dangerous degree.

It should have just been a simple, week long drive to fix the problem. It really should have been.

Dominic should have asked a lot more questions and should have been prepared for a twist ending.

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Fandom: A Hat in Time Rating: General Audience Relationships/Pairings: The ConductorXDJ Grooves Warnings: Eventual depictions of violence, slow burn relationship, named characters, attempt of an accent, being hunted down, a race against time (sort of).

“What do you think about these?”

Amos was not prepared to be greeted with Dominic wearing the largest, ‘normal’ pair of sunglasses the owl had ever seen . So startled, Amos laughed hard, pulling the glasses off of Dominic’s face. Who was looking rather smug.

“Yer peckin’ crazy. I know ya like the gaudy, but I don’t think ya could pull that off.”

“Are you saying my charm is not enough? I’m rather upset about that.”

“Guess ya have a limit.”

“I don’t believe you.”

They shared another laugh as Amos placed the sunglasses back on the spinning rack.

It was their sixth day out. Around this time they should have been returning home if they weren’t being hunted down. But now they were one day away from finally arriving. Which neither of them were too worried about. They hadn’t run into C.A.W. again. They were doing well when it came to their money. Amos hadn’t even had another flare as they had experienced at the beginning of this journey. All was going well in their mind.

After that day spent at the fair, the relationship between them seemed to have become...stranger. Amos wasn’t sure what to call what was happening. So odd to know that the bird he once called an enemy had given him such care and comfort. A hard hit of reality came when he realized wouldn’t have gotten this far without Dominic. Once as rivals, now…

Friends? More? How the peck was he supposed to tell?

Amos shuffled nervously as he pretended to be trying to select a bag of chips. His attention darted over to the penguin, who was further down the same aisle.

The owl wasn’t sure what to make of this growing bond between the two. If he was going to be honest with himself, Amos couldn’t tell the last time someone took care of him. Probably his mother. Before she passed away. After that, it was him against the world. Now Amos has this over-the-top dressed penguin who could wear platform shoes that could kill anyone else watching out for him. One who didn’t seem to be deterred that the owl was a walking bonfire with a target on his back. Amos was worried he was putting a bit too much hope into these kind actions.

“You ready to go Sweetheart?”

“Huh, uh, aye. ‘M ready. I’ll meet ya at the counter.” Amos’ heart fluttered, the flame flickering dangerously as Dominic passed by with a warm smile.

It didn’t help the owl’s predicament when Dominic decided to give such an affectionate nickname. Amos had thought it was a one time slip up. Until the penguin used the same term the next day. And the day after that. Dominic seemed to have exchanged the nickname over Amos’ proper name.

That had to mean something...right?

Don’t fall for this. Don’t jump from that ledge. You weren’t even planning to return from this. Now you want to pick out towels with this guy? And how is that fair to him? Pull Dominic along and then abandon him. Let him see your body burn as you pass away. How romantic.

He͉ de͕ser͜ves̩ ͟so͢ ̼much̠ ̦b̝e͇t͎t͕e̖ṛ ͜than ̻y̦ou and y̟ou̝ k͇n̜ow itͅ.

Amos had subdued his heart when he joined Dominic at the counter. The penguin gave another smile, one that Amos tried to reciprocate. If the furrowed brows were any indication, Dominic didn’t find the gesture believable.

They left the small convenient store, bags in each arm as they made their way back to the car. Which was parked a few blocks away. A decision made by the two of them in case they needed to lose an unwelcomed party member.

“Come on, just try a piece.” Dominic offered, holding out a small strip of salmon skin jerky. Amos' face twisted in disgust.

“Get that peckin’ stench stick away from me.”

The penguin merely laughed before eating the strip. Amos rolled his eyes...only to freeze, heart hammering. A familiar crow was standing at the corner of the street they were approaching. The crowd passed by as if it was normal for a large bird to just stand in the middle of the sidewalk.

Amos frantically reached out and grabbed for Dominic’s arm. To stop the penguin who kept moving forward, completely unaware of what was now blocking their path.

“Amos-”

“Just ahead.”

Dominic faced forward, eyes widening in fear seeing the crow as well. “...Okay. Let’s backtrack. We can get to the car another way.”

“Right…” Amos turned, only to find a row of crows blocking their exit strategy. The owls became nervously aware of how empty the surrounding streets suddenly became.

“Hello, Phoenix spawn.” The lone crow spoke. Amos assumed this was the same who’d spoken to them before . “It would do your health well to turn yourself in. An exit for you in this situation seems very unlikely.

“Last I checked, ya peck necks’ wanted ta kill me.” Amos growled.

“Then do so for the health of your companion. We will allow him to leave, unharmed, if you come with us.”

“I highly doubt that offer is very genuine.” Dominic replied.

The crow huffed. “You are surrounded. Without a moving wall of metal to protect you. There is no way out for you.”

“Did ya seem ta forget about the flame burnin’ within me that I can use ta burn ya peck necks.”

“Do you want to take the risk, to possibly burn another building down?”

Amos growled dangerously, feathers puffing up. He stepped forwards, to do what he wasn’t sure, only for Dominic to grip his hand. “Don’t. We need to run.”

“What are ya suggestin’.”

“There’s an alleyway behind us. If we can distract them, we can make a break for it and circle back for the car. Hope you were too attached to your purchases.”

“If it means I don’t have ta worry about yer salmon jerky, then let's toss them.”

“Fair enough.”

The surrounding crows let out squawks of surprise when plastic bags were flung their way. The contents opening and splattering on the ground and over themselves.

Dominic didn’t wait, grabbing Amos’ hand and pulling him towards the mentioned alleyway. It was a small sense of relief seeing that there was another exit to this place. The penguin worried he’d actually lead them into a dead end. He heard numerous footsteps following closing in. The agents had clearly recovered quickly from their lethal attack.

They turned left as soon as they escaped the alleyway. A clear shot to the car was before them. All nearby agents had apparently decided that being part of the show was more important than setting up a proper perimeter.

“Idiot peck necks!” Amos smirked.

“Don’t get overconfident!” Dominic warned, keys already in hand.

“They ain’t gonna catch us! Keep doin’ the same peckin’ thin’, thinkin’ they’re gonna trip us-”

Amos winced when something hit his neck. Reaching up, the owl pulled out a dart. The center of it hollow with some remnant of a blue liquid that had been held inside.

He was suddenly hit with a numbingly cold sensation. He collapsed, his limbs submitting to the cold and stopped working. It almost felt as if he had just lost them, as if his appendages had disappeared. Breathing became a struggle as he laid on the sidewalk. Heart hammering as all he could do was watch as the agents closed in. He couldn’t even call his flame, it felt as if he’d never had it. It hurt so much.

Amos heard someone call his name. But he wasn’t able to respond. All he could do was watch with increasing fear as the agent continued to draw closer.

He wasn’t sure if he blinked or passed out for a second from whatever was injected into him. But Amos was shocked when a wall of ice suddenly appeared before him. Effectively cutting the agents from their path. It was the last confusing thought, wondering where that ice had suddenly come from, before he was picked up and the darkness of unconsciousness swallowed him.

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Dominic’s hands were shaking as he clutched the steering wheel. Even as the miles added up in the distance set between them and the city, the penguin was still absolutely terrified. His eyes traveled up to the rear view mirror, which was pointed towards the backseat.

Amos was draped over the entire seat. An arm dangling off the side, the owl sleeping (Dominic hoped so, please let him just be asleep) on his stomach. He hadn’t moved, only making small noises when the care would hit a particularly hard bump. It was the only way that Dominic knew that Amos was still alive.

The penguin had been absolutely terrified when Amos just dropped. His heart hammering as he raced back to his fallen companion. The agents actually slowing in their pursuit, as if knowing the owl wouldn’t be able to fight back. Dominic hadn't intended to build such a blockade. He only intended to make enough to ice the street, trip the agents up.

The adrenaline caused the ice wall. But in all honesty, Dominic was thankful for that coverage.

Now, it was a frantic search for some kind of help. Someone, anyone, who could tell Dominic what had happened to Amos.

“No hospitals. That’s part of the government...right? Does it even matter? We’re so close to the mountains, they’ll probably narrow down which road we took,” Dominic’s eyes darted to the mirror again hearing Amos let out a groan, “I know Sweetheart, I know. I’m trying. Please just hold on…”

Slowing the car, Dominic’s attention was drawn to a partially visible path. Narrow and primarily made of tamped dirt, it was hidden by the overgrown native foliage. Dominic knew there were small villages dotted around the mountain base. It was a rumor, anyway. A large gamble to think there would be anyone out there that could help. But the penguin wasn’t sure what else he could do.

One last check to make sure they weren’t being followed and Dominic turned off the main road and down the hidden path. He wasn’t really sure how long he traveled for. Taking it slow as the road was horribly uneven and the car was not built for off road travel. But there was a wave of relief when the road cleared out and a village, an honest to everything village, appeared before him.

Dominic stopped the car a few feet back as to not scare the locals that had emerged from their domed huts and congregated near the end of the road.

“Please, I need… I need help. My friend’s in trouble. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” Dominic rambled frantically.

One of the smaller nomads parted from the crowd and joined the penguin. Gesturing for Dominic to lead the way back to the car. Upon seeing Amos, the villager called back to the awaiting crowd in a language the penguin didn’t understand. A few departed into the village proper. The nomad with Dominic gestured for the penguin to lift Amos out.

“A-Alright…” Dominic was a gentle as he could be when taking the owl out. Amos let out a small noise of discomfort as he was moved. “I know, I’m sorry. You’ll feel better soon, I found help.”

Cradling the owl close, Dominic was able to maintain composure as Amos desperately pressed against him. A hand clenching at the penguin’s shirt. Now was not the time to have an emotional breakdown as Dominic was led deeper to the village. The penguin watching as some of the larger nomads pushed the car into the wild foliage to hide it.

The village was relatively small, at least to Dominic’s opinion. He truly never seen another nomad dwelling to compare. He was being led down what he would consider the main street. Domed huts lining it with a few more placed further back, large trees providing protection from the sun. A few faces were peeking out from the huts with curious looks as the group passed.

The tamped down path ended at a small market. Large and circular, with stands outlining it with a few more domed buildings on the opposite side from where Dominic stood. Which was where the penguin was led towards. As soon as they were spotted, a nomad draped in red cloth stepped forward. Standing before Dominic with their own arms stretched out.

“Um…” The penguin turned to the nomad who had first helped him. They pointed to Amos before gesturing for the owl to be handed over to the red-dressed nomad. “Oh, no, I-I’m fine. I can carry him inside.”

Dominic started moving towards the hut he’d seen the red-dressed nomad had exited from. Only to be grabbed by a larger nomad from his shoulder. The penguin panicked as Amos was rather forcefully pulled away and taken into the hut. A cloth dropping over the entrance and two more large nomads positioning next to it.

“Wait, no, let me in! I-I need to know he’s okay! P-Please, please, I need to stay with him…”

“He’s in good hands, dear visitor. I promise you. Please, I ask you to calm yourself.” Dominic turned to the voice behind him. An aged nomad had appeared. A large white beard draping out from his purple robes. Large, curled horns weighing his head down, a knotted staff to keep him upright as he walked.

“...Who are you?”

“Ah, pardon me dear visitor. You may refer to me as the Elder. For that’s who I am.”

“I’m Dominic. My friend, Amos, he’s in… I would like to join him to make sure he’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, but we must leave our healers to work. Please, take a walk with me Dominic. We have a few things to discuss apparently.”

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I *need* a JJ and Leah "in the water" kiss for the kiss prompts.

places where people kiss: in the water + mayson

stop omg i love this, love this for my lil water babies. jj is a whiny little attention whore, but we love him anyways. anyways, uh, lot of build up, not a lot of kissing.

Alone time was hard to come by when you were dating someone within your circle of friends. Leah and JJ knew that well enough.

It was normally wasn't that bad. The two had been best friends first and foremost and the group dynamic honestly hadn't changed that much, which worked well in all of their favors. The others had been worried that their newfound love of macking on each other was going to flip everything on its head, but that wasn't the case.

Except sometimes, they just wanted a moment to just themselves, where they didn't have to worry about the others telling them to get a room or to quit acting so "lovey dovey" (which, honestly, Leah liked to argue that they didn't? At least, not in public?). Having a tight knit group of friends was great until literally every time you got to see your significant other, it was within the confines of a group activity.

So when JJ had suggested a boat day out on the marsh, just the two of them, while the others had work? It had been like music to Leah's ears.

JJ had somehow convinced John B to lend them the HMS for the day, which he'd only agreed to once JJ promised to chip in gas money and to not mack on Leah all over his beloved boat — and if JJ had his fingers crossed behind his back for that second clause, well, John B didn't need to know.

They'd gotten an early start on the day, heading out alone to a vacant spot on the water, cooler packed with beers and snacks, and wide grins on their faces as they finally got to have a complete, fully uninterrupted time with each other. The water calm and cool, lapping against the boat gently, and the sun warming everything around them. The marsh was the picture of serenity.

Y'know, if it wasn't for JJ's incessant bitching.

"Baby," he whined, drawing out the word obnoxiously, flopping down onto his back next to her.

The second he'd parked the boat, she'd made a big show of stripping down to her bikini and JJ's mind, literally existing in the gutter sometimes when it came to his girlfriend, had been very interested to see where all of this was going to go.

Only for Leah to lay herself out on the front of the boat, announcing that she wanted to get some sun before doing anything else.

Leah's head raised only an inch from where she had rested it in her arms. She was on her stomach, stretching like a cat in the sun every so often. As much as she adored the water, she didn't want to look like a ghost in the middle of July.

Adjusting the hat on her head (which was actually the one JJ had been wearing before she snatched it off his head), she gave him the same exhausted look she had seven minutes ago. "What now, you big baby?"

He narrowed his eyes playfully at her, rolling onto his side so he could look at her. "Is this all you're planning on doing today?"

It wasn't, but with the way he was pestering her, it might as well be her new plan. "I told you I just wanted like ... half an hour to tan and then we could go swimming. You can literally start without me if you're than antsy to get into the water."

What JJ wanted was for her to get off her ass so they could get in the water together and spend time together. Look, when it came to being around other people, JJ was affectionate, sure, but the way he was with all of his friends. He was never really all over her and never tried to be the only thing she focused on.

But one thing Leah had learned about how he acted when they were alone? He was kind of an attention whore.

Most days it was cute. Today it just made her want to shove him into the marsh.

"You said that ten minutes ago."

She snorted, raising a brow at him as she peeked out over her arm. "What do you have against me laying out in the sun and relaxing, Maybank?"

"As much as I'm enjoying this view," JJ said, shameless in the way his gaze trailed across her body, "I thought we came out here to have fun."

"I am having fun."

"No, you're being boring."

Another eye roll. "Big baby," she repeated. And then seriously, she added, "J, it's my first day off in a week, I'm tired. I'll play with you later."

"That's what she said."

Leah groaned, burying her head back in her arms. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

"Yesterday you said I was cute," he quipped, a grin on his lips.

She rolled her eyes. "That was yesterday, feelings change."

He scoffed, rolling onto his back in faux offense. Leah giggled against her arm before closing her eyes, thinking she'd bought herself a few more minutes of peace and quiet.

Until JJ decided to change his methods of persuasion.

She could hear him roll back over onto his side to face her, but he kept quiet as he scooted closer to her. She turned her head just enough to peek with one eye, catching a soft yet determined look on JJ's face. A hand was light against her back, tracing up her spine while a soft kiss was pressed to her shoulder.

She hummed happily at the affection and JJ was quick to notice the half hidden grin breaking across her lips.

"Feelings change my ass," he said, poking her cheek.

Leah snorted, before pushing herself up with one hand so she could lay on her side facing him. "You're not going to stop until you get me in that water, are you?"

"C'mon, I don't want to look like an idiot swimming by myself."

Leah raised an eyebrow. "You think that's what's gonna put you over into looking like an idiot?"

His jaw dropped, giving her a small shove to her shoulder. "Mean."

Shaking her head at him, she laughed, figuring she'd tortured him enough. Pushing up into a sitting position, she quickly got to her feet. JJ looked at her questioningly as she stood above him.

She tried not to grin as his eyes once again trailed across her form with a dopey smile on his lips. Although, to be fair, she'd worn this specific swimsuit for a reason. Before they'd gotten together, JJ had once mentioned offhandedly that she looked pretty in it.

If Leah had started putting it in her bikini rotation a little more than her others ... well, that was between her and her dresser drawer.

She pulled the hat off, tossing it behind her. Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looked down at him in question. "Are we doing this or not?"

JJ barely had a second to get up before she faced away from him, taking a perfect dive off the boat and slicing into the water. He stood on the edge for a moment, seeing her slip through the water with ease.

Watching her swim had always been something he'd caught himself doing, even back when they were strictly just friends. The Pogues liked to joke that she could drink like a fish and swim like one, too, but JJ had always felt like he was watching a damn princess movie about mermaids with how easy she made it look.

When she started to resurface, he didn't waste another second before jumping in after her, letting out an excited whoop as he did so.

He broke through the marsh's surface only seconds later, shaking excess water from his hair and wiping a hand across his eyes. Only a few feet from him, Leah was bobbing in the water with a smile and he was swimming towards her before he could even realize he was moving.

JJ tugged her into him, hands catching her under the backs of her thighs. He pulled her in until her legs were wrapping around his waist and he was comfortably holding her in the water. She rolled her eyes at him, but draped her arms loosely around his neck, giving him an amused grin.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hey." Mischief was painted across his features as he stared at her and she had no time to question him before he was leaning in.

She fell into the kiss without question, melting into the moment like ice cream on a hot summers day. It was soft and sweet and tasted like warm beer and saltwater. If you asked her to, she'd stay there forever in his arms.

Eventually she pulled away, hands slipping to JJ's chest when he tried to follow after her lips like it was a game. He groaned in defeat, giving her a look that expected an answer of why their fun was being interrupted.

"Thought you told John B we weren't going to mack on the boat."

JJ grinned, that same mischievous glint dancing through his blue eyes. "We're not on the boat."

That was all it took for Leah to cup his face between her hands, leaning into steal another kiss.

#asks #kiss list prompts #mayson #claryxjackson

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ghostboybabies · 4 years

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little ghost boy || [JATP Agere/CGLRE] “Someone Who Cares”- Chapter 10

A/N: This is sad, warning for Reggie kinda talking badly about himself. This is an important plot point that needed to happen at some point, might as well get it over with. I hope you guys like it!

"Why're you pouting, Little Rockstar?"

Luke, Julie, and Alex sat side by side on the couch in the studio, Reggie previously busying himself with coloring at the coffee table. Julie let him use her old art supplies, crayons and markers and stickers, and do whatever he wanted. Now, he sat, tapping a red crayon rhythmically against his paper, holding it between two fingers.

With every tap, a red dot appeared on the paper. He seemed bored, and pouty, as Luke pointed out. He looked up to see all three of his friends staring at him.

"Not pouting." he mumbled, adjusting his crayon in his hand, interrupting the rhythm, and drawing a little heart with it on the edge of the paper.

"Yeah you are. What's up, Flower?" Julie asked.

Alex looked at Julie curiously. "Flower?" he questioned.

"Pwetty as a flower," Reggie explained in his childish voice, not replying to Julie's question. He bit at his lip, switching out his crayon to another color.

Alex nodded, "That's cute."

Julie ignored Alex, still waiting for a response from the toddler-minded boy. Reggie looked up, "I'm fine," he whined, only pouting even more. Luke sighed, leaning forward a bit towards him.

"Come here, Reg," he ordered, patting his lap a bit. Reggie hesitantly jumped up, making his way over nervously, and sitting on his lap. He settled, feeling better as Luke wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him close. "You stopped pouting," Luke noticed. "Did you just want cuddles?"

Reggie blushed a bit, nodding as he casted his eyes down to Luke's hands around his waist. "You could've just asked, baby." Luke sighed, kissing the side of his head. Alex watched the whole scene, smiling a bit. Luke and Julie were really good with Reggie.

Julie and Reggie had a different bond then Luke and Reggie did, you could tell. Both were affectionate, and close. But still different. Reggie seemed to prefer playing with Luke, but usually requested affection from Julie. Julie was usually the one to correct his behavior if he needed it, while Luke was better at praise and compliments.

To Alex, someone who took care of Willie alone, it was interesting to see them work together.

Reggie and Willie hadn't talked yet, but there was a playdate scheduled for the next day. It had been around a week since Reggie told Alex, and not much had happened. There was no need for a long educational conversation on age regression, because Willie had already done that for him.

Reggie had been big besides a few quick moments the whole week due to an gig that took place the day prior, focusing on band rehearsals and such. This is where Reggie's internal struggle began.

When he found out and processed that Luke had cancelled band practice for him, he immediately felt bad about how much time Luke and Julie gave up for him. Luke and Julie had other, better things to do besides take care of him. Reggie used to go long periods of time without regressing, he didn't need it.

If Luke and Julie really knew what was going on, there'd be a lecture about repressing regression waiting for him. It wasn't like he was planning on telling him.

Today, Reggie didn't even count on slipping. He woke up small the morning after the gig, the regression probably being a result of a combination of things. He had just worked hard for a week or so to make sure everything turned out perfect. He also switched from almost daily regression to none at all, so eventually, it happened without his control.

Reggie didn't seem to realize it, but Julie and Luke were kinda relieved when he regressed. They had been kind of worried about the sudden decline of time in littlespace, and they missed taking care of him if they were honest.

But this internal struggle, of feeling guilty for needing help and extra care, was what caused Reggie's weird behavior. He wanted cuddles and attention but he didn't wanna waste anyone's time. But he was already small and being big felt so hard, and he knew that Luke and Julie weren't gonna leave him alone and not take care of him while he was little.

Well, there was one exception to the "not leaving him alone" rule. Nap time.

It wasn't a requirement that Reggie took naps every day. But sometimes, if he got sleepy, one of his friends would lay him down and come back half an hour later to wake him up. Sometimes, they'd stay with him and they'd cuddle. Others, he'd be left alone with a stuffie and lots of blankets while Luke helped Julie make herself a snack.

And if Reggie woke up before they came back to check on him, he'd play with a stuffie quietly until someone did. Today, when he woke up in Julie's bedroom, he did something different.

His decision was impulsive and not thought through. One moment, he was sitting in Julie's bed, feeling bad about everything. And the next, he was in CD Sundays, surrounded by a few toys.

How had he gotten here?

Reggie tried to play by himself. He really did. He used to do it all the time.

A few toy cars would entertain him for hours. But now, it seemed that occupying himself without a caregiver was impossible. But he kept trying.

He didn't need them. He was only wasting their time.

He got frustrated eventually, throwing the red toy car to the ground with a huff. A million questions seemed to take over his mind at once, overriding the childish, innocent, and playful thoughts that usually occupied his mind while he was small.

Why wasn't this fun? When did he start crying? Why did he want a hug from Mama and Daddy so much right now?

These were to many questions for a baby. To many emotions. He needed them, he realized. Everything felt like to much without them. Taking care of himself was harder then he remembered.

"Where's Reggie?" Julie's panicked voice sounded as she ran out of her room and down the stairs.

"In your room?" Alex questioned from his spot on the living room couch, sitting up. Julie shook her head,

"He's gone. Is he hiding?"

Luke jumped up, running his fingers through his hair. "Maybe he woke up early and went to the studio?" He looked to Alex, who nodded.

"I'll check. You two, search the house."

They all agreed on roles, splitting up in an effort to find the little.

But when they came up empty handed, Julie became panicky, while Luke grew frustrated. Alex paced around the room, while Julie searched it, and Luke sat on the bed. "Who the hell decided to give a little teleportation powers?"

"An idiot." Julie replied. She had one thought lingering in the back of her mind that made her scared. What if Caleb got him?

Yeah, it was unlikely that the evil ghost appeared in her house, took only Reggie, and left. But it was technically a possibility. A scary one, at that.

"He could be anywhere," Alex sighed. Luke ran his fingers through his hair, pausing.

"Technically, yes," He began, sitting up all the way. "But I know one place he used to go to while little." he realized, jumping up.

"I'm gonna go check somewhere. You guys just stay here in case he comes back, okay?"

Julie and Alex nodded, watching Luke poof out.

"Baby!"

Reggie glanced up from his curled up position when he heard Luke's voice, revealing his teary face. He made grabby hands immediately, "Dada!" he whined.

Just like Luke had done around a month ago, he ran over and dropped down to sit next to him. He hugged him close, holding him in his arms tightly. "You scared the hell out of us, you know that?" he pulled away, taking a deep breath and he looked over Reggie's face.

"Sowwy, didn' mean to scawe anyone." Reggie mumbled with a sniffle, rubbing at his face. Add that to the list of thinks he felt guilty for.

"What are you doing here?" Luke questioned, looking around. He noticed the toy cars and his stuffed animal scattered over the floor, looking back to him. "You disappeared during your nap and came here? Why?"

"Felt bad. Didn' wanna waste your time." Reggie explained.

"What? You're not wasting my time-" he cut himself off, pausing. "I love taking care of you, and so does Julie. How long have you felt like this?"

"Y-you cancelled band practice," his voice became a little clearer as he managed to force himself into a slightly bigger headspace so that he could talk. "You and Juwie give up lots of time for me. You shouldn't have to."

"I know we don't have to, we do this because we want to. And because we care about you." Luke sighed, cupping the side of his face and wiping his tears with his thumb. "And you came here to be little by yourself?"

Reggie nodded. "I used to play by my m'self, a-and take care of m'self," he explained, bringing his thumb up to his lips. "B-but it's to hard, Daddy." he cried, his eyes glossing over as he began to sniffle and sob again. Any 'big' part of his mind slipped away as he cried, reaching out for Luke. Luke opened his arms once more, allowing him to bury his head in his chest and snuggle into him.

"Shh, baby. I know," he swayed in place a bit, rubbing his back as he tried to help calm him down. "Little boys shouldn't have to take care of themselves. That's what Mommy's and Daddy's are for, Rockstar."

"I wish you would've talked to us before things got this bad," he spoke as Reggie pulled away, wiping at his eyes again.

"m' sowwy." Reggie muttered, bringing his thumb to his lip again. He felt a lot better now. He wasn't a waste of time, or annoying. He wasn't getting in the way of anything. Luke and Julie simply cared about him, so they liked caring for him.

That's just how it worked.

"Don't be. If this is anyone's fault, it's mine, for not talking to you when I thought something was wrong." Luke sighed, seemingly upset with himself. Reggie tilted his head curiously. "After regressing with Alex for the first time, you stopped regressing completely and avoided talking about it at all costs. Something felt off and I should've asked about it." Luke explained.

"It's okays!" he assured, settling his thumb into his mouth and speaking around it.

"Still. Talk to me next time you're feeling bad, okay? Or talk to Julie, just don't keep it inside. It'll build up to something like this eventually."

Reggie nodded.

"We're gonna clean up these toys and then go home, okay? We'll have a movie night and cuddle and talk more about this later, alright?"

Another nod.

They did exactly what Luke said they would. They picked up the toys and went home. Julie and Alex fussed over Reggie, hugging him and asking him if he was okay a million times over before helping Luke set up the laptop to play a movie for him. Luke explained to Julie what happened, and they agreed to actually talk to him about it later.

For now, they just needed some family time. Then when he was big, they'd talk it over. And the next day, they'd go have fun in the park.

Sometimes, things didn't always work the way Reggie wanted them to. He never wanted anyone to know about his regression. For a long time, he didn't want to be a little. Sometimes, the things he viewed as bad turned out good.

Luke finding out about him led to him feeling safer regressing, and adjusting to a cute family dynamic they were slowly building. Being little made him happy. Hiding in the CD Shop taught him that his friends cared about him, no matter how insecure or anxious he got.

And that lesson was one of the most important things he could learn. Remembering that he wasn't annoying, and that he had people there for him, was important. Not just important for him, but for anyone.

You have someone there for you, just like Reggie. Someone who cares about you, flaws and all. And if you think you don't, then you'll find them soon.

Reggie was just lucky enough to find those people early on.

A/N: Please leave feedback in the reblogs/replies/my askbox! Do you like how I wrote this situation? This whole book is about Reggie adjusting to and accepting his headspace, and this was an important step. He knew that he had his friends, but he realized how much they really cared in this chapter.

also I'm pretty sure this chapter makes the word count of this fic like 20,000 so that's cool!

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #jatp littlespace #little!reggie #little!reggie jatp #cg!luke jatp #cg!julie jatp #jatp agere #jatp age regression #julie and the phantoms agere

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interestray · 4 years

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Widofjord/Mchanzo

brought to you by my hyper fixations

So the other day I was talking to a friend about Widofjord (a ship from critical role between a half-orc fjord and a human Caleb) and while talking I happened across some Mchanzo (a ship from overwatch between Hanzo and McCree) fanart and got deja vu. After thinking on it for a little bit I realized that the same appeal I saw in Mchanzo was in Widofjord not all of it but enough for me to write out a chart.

Before I begin SPOILER WARNING! I’m gonna be talking about critical role and the backstories of some of the characters from campaign 2 if you haven’t seen it I highly recommend its a great show I love it, I’m also talking about Overwatch lore (a lot less) so if you don’t know hanzo’s past you should watch the dragon short for context.

Note- neither one of these ships is canon and in the case of Mchanzo there are very few interactions between them.

Lets start with the similarities

1. Hanzo and Caleb both hate themselves, both of them have done horrible things in their past that causes them to have very low (nonexistent) opinion of themselves.

2. Caleb and Hanzo were both trained to be assassins (Hanzo by his family clan and Caleb by Trent Ikkithon)

3. Both ships have friendly banter on their interactions. In the case of Mchanzo they have only a few voice line conversations but none of them are angry ex- McCree: You know, that sake's not half bad but... I prefer a little bite to my liquor. Hanzo: How predictable! Such an unsophisticated taste. Now with Fjord and Caleb they have had multiple moments of light affectionate banter (seriously watch critical role these two are adorable)

4. Fjord and McCree both having a father figure in a commanding officer, for McCree this is a little more blurry because Overwatch lore is nonexistent and we don’t fully know if the relationship between him and Reyes (reaper) was like father and son. Fjord on the other hand has made it clear that his old captain Vandran was like a father to him.

5. Hanzo attempted to murder his younger brother Genji (it failed but he did live ten years afterwards thinking he had succeeded) because of the manipulations of his clan, Caleb did kill both of his parents after being manipulated by his academy teacher into thinking they were traitors to their country.

6. Fjord has a pirate atheistic(and a Cowboy one at the beginning at the campaign), McCree has a cowboy atheistic they might not be the exact same but it does show how extra both of them are.

7. Though their pasts are a bit different (more on that later) McCree and Fjord are both trying to move forward from a couple wrongdoings. McCree was part of a black ops group that made some shady choices while Fjord almost released a spoiled demi god that would have fucked over the world so they both have some shit to work through.

8. this one kinda annoys me but people have a habit of assuming McCree and Fjord are idiots (in their respective universes) when neither one is.

9.Both Hanzo and Caleb are great long range attackers (Hanzo with his bow and Caleb with his spells) but are very fragile and squishy short range.

10. Hanzo has two spirits that are summoned when he uses his special attack, Caleb has a fey cat he summons for comfort and recon missions.

Both ships have a lot in common and I’m sure there are a couple more things I could have mentioned but I think this includes all the big things. Now onto their differences.

1. lets get the biggest ones out of the way the medium these two ships exist are very different, one is a mmo shooter game with only voice lines and the odd short to tell a story through so the only Mchanzo interacts happen with their voices. Looking through all the Overwatch events there’s a good amount of them talking but nothing else to draw from. Meanwhile Critical Role is a group of nerdy ass voice actors playing dnd and telling a story with their characters, interactions between Fjord and Caleb are plentiful and awesome to see along with all the other characters but that means we have way more info about them to compare.

2. McCree had a criminal past of being in the deadlock gang before joining Blackwatch that does affect him as a character, but Fjord’s past was the opposite completely boring (not a bad thing with how he is it would have been weird and not made sense if he had a complicated backstory) working on a ship.

3. Early in the Mighty Nein Campaign Fjord threatened Caleb with a sword to the neck if Caleb didn’t put back a scroll he wanted to take while escaping from a house they broke into, this has affected their friendship and been brought up a couple times months later. With what lore we do have for Overwatch McCree has not threatened Hanzo.

4. this one might seem a bit strange to include but it’s a major difference to me. In Blackwatch McCree actually worked alongside a recently almost killed Genji, I don’t know how friendly their relationship might have been but there’s a good chance McCree heard some version of how Hanzo tried to kill Genji. Fjord Has had to learn Caleb’s backstory from Caleb himself and he still doesn’t know the full story (not even after 103 episodes lol)

5.Redemption and the possibility of it is a big thing in both Hanzo and Caleb’s backstories and current actions but is different for each one. Hanzo did something horrible but he has a chance for complete (or almost complete) redemption for his actions as long as he works with and towards making it up to genji, except he doesn’t take it in his interactions with Genji in game he’s hostile, angry, and in denial (in the dragons short hes pretty much the same). Caleb on the other hand has a chance for partial redemption (there’s no way for him to bring his parents back without fucking up everything else but he can work towards stopping other kids from being hurt) and he is working towards it. Its worth mentioning that before learning that Genji is still alive Hanzo had his own way of earning redemption (and I think he did believe he could earn it) but Caleb has said multiple times he doesn’t deserve it and it’s impossible for him until recent arcs. I also don’t think one is better than the other they’re just different ways they’re reacting to possible redemption.

at the end of the day I love both of these ships and all the characters involved, they both have potential for angst and fluffy romantic shit. I’m happy to get this out of my system it was fun thinking about it but I have way too many thoughts to look at to keep thinking about this. check out critical role campaign 2 if you have free time or need something to play in the background while ya work and I’m gonna hope for more McCree/Hanzo interactions in Overwatch 2 goodnight!

#Overwatch #Critical role #Widofjord #Mchanzo #Rays interest

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Chapter Two: Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand?

AO3

Warnings: Light angst, Soft Din (b/c he needs a warning for being SOFT) and bed sharing.

Chapter 1

Aurora had been on the road with Din and the child for about two weeks now. She had learned a bit more about Din in that time. That he was Chilean and spoke Spanish, (she did not know what he was saying most of the time) that he wasn’t very chatty but he was very kind when he did talk with her and that he was a badass bounty hunter and almost always got the job done. Sometimes coming back a little worse for the wear but usually nothing terribly serious.

Din had a job that was taking a few days for him to complete in Northern California. Gone during the day and in the evenings he was on his laptop or tablet doing research on the guy he was hunting to turn into the local cops. So he’d gotten them a campsite in a campground that had a lake nearby for swimming and they could cook on the grill. But Din always insisted on cooking on the grill for them.

It was mid afternoon on the third day and Aurora had taken the boy to the lake for a swim. It was a hot day and they had been cooped up in the van most of the day so far. Her new and clean phone Din had gotten her was on and nearby, in case he called and she had also left a note in case he came back early for the day. She was helping the boy chase fish in the shallow end of the lake when she looked up to hear steps. She assumed it was a hiker, but Din had told her to be careful for both her and the child’s sake, so she was always alert.

She smiled when she saw him. He smiled back from behind his baseball cap and aviator sunglasses but she could tell he was tired. “Hey.” He greeted her, unable to take his eyes off her in her short shorts and blue bikini top she wore while the boy was wearing his dinosaur swim trunks Aurora had bought for him at a Walmart one day.

“Hi. Guess you got my note.” She told him as she helped the boy onto the rocks as he scrambled to get to Din to greet him. He squealed when he was close enough and wrapped his arms around his legs in a hug.

“I did.” He nodded and winced as he bent a bit to hug him back.

“Are you okay?” She asked him as she picked up a towel and dried her top half off before slipping her loose tank top over her. “You look…” She scanned him for a moment and her eyes widened. “Jesus Din, you’re bleeding.” She mentioned to his side where she saw red seeping through his dark grey t-shirt.

“Just a surface wound.” He grunted as he took the towel from Aurora and wrapped the boy up in it before picking him up.

She shook her head at him. “You should let me take care of that.” She insisted as she slipped on her sandals and followed him back to the van. “And you shouldn’t be carrying him either.” She chided him as the boy patted Din’s face affectionately and took his sunglasses off his face and put them on his own, with a giggle.

“I’m fine Aurora.” He reassured her as he opened the side of the van and set him on the steps while he helped him change. All the while letting his wound bleed.

“Like hell you are. Get on the damn bed Din.” She ordered him softly. “I can take care of this.” She insisted as she gently took charge of the boy and changed him quickly. “Take off your shirt.” She told him while she retrieved the well stocked first aid kit she knew they had for incidents like this.

“Stubborn woman.” He muttered but did as she asked, all the while watching as she settled the boy on the ground with his drawing book.

“Yeah well, I’m the stubborn woman who’s gonna stitch you up now.” She tsked at him and carefully threaded the needle before cleaning his wound. “You gonna tell me how this happened?”

He shrugged as she cleaned the wound. “Just an asshole bail jumper. Thought he’d try and slice me open. He got one swipe in before I got him in a chokehold and cuffed him.”

“Is that all?” She asked him wryly, a smirk on her lips as she slowly began to stitch up his wound with the precision of a professional.

“Yup.” He looked down and watched her work. “How do you know how to do this?” He asked her after several moments.

“What? Get a stubborn as hell, bounty hunter to listen to me?” She teased him.

“Mujer perfecta.” He muttered, partly to himself and partly to her. “I mean this.” He nodded to her, stitching him up.

She wondered what the first sentence meant, perfect… Something but she didn’t have time to consider it with his second comment. “Oh… I was in nursing school for a while.” She told him softly. “Was about a year from graduating when my parents died and I had to quit to be able to afford to put my brother in the group home he needed to go into.” She explained, her eyes going up to his for a split second before going back to focus on closing him up. “We uh… My parents couldn’t afford both and I knew I had to give up nursing school to put him somewhere he’d be well taken care of.”

“I’m sorry.” He told her softly. “That you had to give that up.” He wondered how someone as sweet and selfless and kind as her… Ended up being constantly given the short end of life it seemed. Having to give up nursing, losing her parents and then her brother in a way… And having that asshole ex of hers.

“It’s fine. It was a while ago now. Guess I’m able to put my knowledge to some use now, taking care of you.” She teased him again.

He smirked at her. “Me and my stubborn ass?” He teased back.

She finally finished and knotted up the stitch before rooting around the kit for the gauze and tape. “Yup.” She told him and smirked back as the boy stood up and held his drawing book to his chest.

“Hey kid.” He told him fondly as he watched as he noticed he started to cry. “It’s okay.” He assured him and ruffled his hair gently. “I’m fine.” He promised the boy.

Aurora looked up from where she was working and her heart broke a bit at the sight.

Din looked to Aurora and then back to the boy. “See? Aurora helped make me better.” He showed the boy who’s brows furrowed in confusion before he peeked to see.

“Yes.” She turned to meet the boy’s gaze and smiled at him. “He’s fine.” She promised him and then stood to grab the bottle of Advil they kept in the cabinet and gave him a few. “Take these.” She instructed as she watched him for a few moments as the boy crawled into Aurora’s now vacant spot and showed him the fish drawings he did.

“Did he have fun swimming?” Din asked her after a longer silence.

“Yeah. He can’t really swim yet, but he had fun chasing the fish and splashing around. And we laid out on the rock.” She smiled at them.

“Maybe we’ll teach him to swim sometime.” He suggested casually.

“We could, yeah.” She agreed with a small smile.

“I uh… The campsite is paid up till tomorrow so we can stay here tonight.” Din told her. “I’ll take the-”

“I swear to god, if you say you’re going to sleep in the front seat I will rip out your stitches.” She warned him. “Just sleep on the damn bed Din. It won’t kill you.” She insisted.

“Can’t. That’s where you sleep.” He shook his head.

“You’re an idiot. It’s your bed.” She sighed at him. “Just sleep in the damn bed tonight. Please?”

“Where are you gonna sleep mi querida ?” He asked her, the endearment slipping out but he didn’t want to take it back either. Because he had become fond of her, not that he wanted to admit that outloud to her.

She paused, she knew he just called her some kind of a nickname but she didn’t want to ask him either. He would just deny it or change the subject. “We’ll figure it out later. Let’s make dinner for now.” She told him softly.

“Okay.” He nodded at her. “We can do burgers. Grill by the pit.” He nodded outside where there was enough firewood.

She was going to tell him she could do it but she knew she was pushing her luck with bossing him around for the day and had already won the bed argument so she simply nodded. “Sounds great. We have chips and apples. And I may have told him we’d do s’mores one day.” She admitted with a grin.

The boy looked up at the mention of s’mores and squealed in excitement with a grin before going to the cabinet he knew the marshmallows were stored and took them out and shoved them in Din’s lap.

“Okay kid. I promise we’ll make s’mores tonight.” He smiled softly back at him with a chuckle and grunted as he leaned down to pull out a clean shirt and pulled it over his head. “Come on, we’ll give Aurora a break and let her change. You can help me with the firewood.” He told the boy and picked him up on his good side.

“You really shouldn’t be-” She called after him.

“I’m fine!” He called back to her, exasperated huff in his voice.

“Stubborn man.” She muttered to herself as she closed the van door so she could change into dry clothes. She pulled out a pair of yoga leggings, a tank top and her favorite cardigan before slipping on some shoes. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun and stepped out of the van with an armful of groceries for dinner.

By the time she emerged with everything, Din had the fire going and the boy was watching the flames in fascination and delight.

“You uh… Got the burger meat?” Din’s voice pulled her attention away from the boy. She turned to look at him and he was gesturing at her arms full of the food.

“Oh um… Yeah.” She nodded and smiled softly at him as he pulled out the meat and went to work on making patties.

“I’ll just cook all of it and we can reheat them on the road, if one of us is hungry for them.” He suggested.

She kept an eye on the boy as she set everything else out on the picnic table. “Good idea, there’s foil in the van so we can wrap the extras after dinner.”

“Sounds good.” Din nodded and let the boy hold the plate so he could place the cooked patties on them while Aurora put everything on the picnic table so they could eat.

After the burgers were done, Aurora helped the boy fix his up and put all his food on a plate while Din opened up a couple of beers for himself and her. “Thanks.” She told him with a smile as he handed her one and she fixed her own meal. Now that the boy was happily eating his dinner.

“You’re welcome.” He told her simply as they sat and ate dinner in a comfortable silence.

After dinner, Aurora cleaned up and put everything away while Din showed the boy how to toast marshmallows and make S’mores. By nine, he was exhausted and falling asleep in his lap in his chair. So Aurora set up his little bed that was able to sit above the front seats and he could see the stars through the moonroof.

By the time Din got him in his bed, he came back out to see Aurora curled up in a chair staring at the fire. Lost in thought it seemed, almost sad.

“You… Okay?” He asked her softly, not wanting to startle her. She still seemed to be jumpy.

“Hmm?” She looked up to him and nodded. “Yeah just… Thinking.” She finished.

Din could tell something was on her mind, but he decided not to press it. Not right now anyhow. “Okay.” He nodded at her and looked up when he heard a faint rumble of thunder. “Storms coming in. You want to get ready for bed first?” He offered her.

She looked up at the sky and then back at him. “Sure. Thanks.” She told him. “You’re still sleeping on the bed though.” She insisted with a look to him as he started putting the camper chairs away.

He considered her words while she disappeared quietly into the van to change. They were both adults, he wondered how she would take it if he told her they should share. He would never hurt her or do anything to her without her consent. Hell, they were practically co-raising a kid together.

Once she was done changing he slipped inside while she waited outside to change as well. When he was done, she slipped back inside while he did a final check of the campsite before the rain came. “All good.” He told her as he shut the van door.

“Great.” She nodded at him as she took a pillow off the bed and her blanket. Prepared to go to the front seat and curl up. “Goodnight Din.” She told him softly.

“Hey…” He called to her gently, fingers grasping onto her wrist to keep her from going up front. “I don’t feel right, you sleeping up there.” He motioned to the front of the van. “If you’re comfortable with it… We’re both adults and the bed’s big enough for two.” He offered.

Aurora halted when he grasped her wrist, he didn’t touch her often. Usually when he did, it was casually. But this, this was something different. “Oh…” She breathed out, blue eyes wide and staring at him. “Are you sure?” She asked him hesitantly.

“I am. But only if you’re comfortable with it. Just… Thought I’d offer.” He stated bluntly. A long silence filled the van, only interrupted by the steady fall of rain outside and the child’s steady breathing behind them.

“Okay… Yes… Thank you.” She told him as she slowly walked to the bed, where he sat.

“You um… Sleep to the back of the van. In case… Anyone shows up.” He explained. Din was notoriously paranoid. She knew he had at least one hand gun hidden under the mattress and she had a feeling he was worried her ex would show up and hurt her.

She tensed when he mentioned the possibility of danger and he shook his head. “Hey… Look at me, I got you.. Alright? I just want to make sure you’re safe. So I’ll take the side closest to the door.” He promised her.

“Yeah… Okay.” She whispered at him and crawled into the bed. Getting under the covers and laying her blanket over her as well.

Din watched her get in and he followed suit. It had been a long time since he’d shared a bed with anyone, let alone a woman. And he wasn’t sure what to do as he laid on his back.

“Do you really think he’s looking for me?” Her cracked voice breaking the silence.

Din debated on lying to her but he wanted her to be careful and safe if he was on a job. And realistically, he probably was looking for her still. He turned on his side to face her. “Yes. I think he probably is.”

“Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Always looking over my shoulder and afraid of him?” She asked him.

“No.” Din growled in the darkness. “I told you I’ve got you. And if he comes for you, I’ll take care of him myself. You don’t deserve to be scared your whole life.” He could sense she was upset and he was fiercely protective over this woman he’d come to know over the past couple of weeks.

“Thank you.” She whispered out. Tears falling down her cheeks now and she was grateful Din couldn’t see her. “I’m just so tired of being afraid of him.”

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore.” His large hand came to her face and gently wiped her tears. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.” He murmured.

Instinctively, she leaned into his touch. Purely because having a man touch her so tenderly was so rare for her. “Okay.”

“Get some sleep, mi querida .” He told her gently as he stroked her cheek until she fell asleep.

#My writing #Din Djarin x OC #Be With Me #Pedro Pascal #*shows up so fucking late with Starbucks*#Din Djarin #The Mandalorian

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That’s not how Imaginary Friends are Supposed to Work!

This is a fic based on a comic by@franeridart which can be found here

This fic is also on ao3

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When Eijirou was really young, he had an imaginary friend. Most children do. Except he didn’t really make someone up like everyone else did.

Eijirou was in his family’s living room, sitting on the floor and leaning over the coffee table as he drew pictures with both hands at once and hummed a made-up tune.

But the tune he was humming was the only thing he made up in this experience.

Because one moment, Eijirou was drawing peacefully, and, the next, he was interrupted by shouting, the sound making Eijirou tense up.

“WHAT THE FU-” A man suddenly appeared, blurry at first, but he soon came into focus.

Eijirou relaxed slightly as he and the man started staring at each other. This gave Eijirou time to observe him.

He was big, or, at the very least, much bigger than Eijirou, and his bigness was accentuated by the huge red cape he wore that had a tattered edge and a furry collar. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he was wearing a bunch of necklaces and a pair of earrings that looked like teeth. He also had really spiky blond hair and red eyes.

As they continued staring at each other, Eijirou figured that if the man wanted to hurt him, he would have done so by now, so he was maybe, probably, trustworthy.

“Uhm,” Eijirou began, tilting his head to the side and bringing his hands closer to himself. “Who are you, Mister?”

The man’s eyes widened as he leaned a little bit away from Eijirou before answering.

“I’m Bakugou Katsuki, the Barbarian King!” Katsuki said very proudly, puffing his chest out as he said it.

“I’m Eijirou. It’s nice to meet you,” Eijirou wasn’t really supposed to talk to strangers, but this Katsuki guy didn’t seem all that bad. And he looked super cool! “And, um, if you don’t mind me askin’, how’d you get here?”

“Uh,” Katsuki seemed to be a bit at a loss for words, so Eijirou quickly tried to think of something.

“Here!” Eijirou handed over one of his crayons - the red one. “You could draw it out!”

“Smart idea,” Katsuki praised, and he took the crayon and started doodling on one of the papers Eijirou had.

Katsuki’s expression quickly changed from surprised to angry.

“I was fighting a mage with the powers of time and space,”

“Uh-huh,” Eijirou nodded, looking at the picture of Katsuki he drew. It was a drawing of what was definitely Katsuki with a depiction of the person who was probably the mage. “You have a sword!”

“It’s a cutlass,” Katsuki corrected. “But yeah, I do.”

“Where is it?” Eijirou asked excitedly, and Katsuki’s face turned sour.

“I dropped it what this nasty fucking bitch transported me to god knows where.”

“Gasp! Those are bad words, Mister!” Eijirou declared, and Katsuki let out a chuckle.

“And she’s a bad person, so it fits!”

“Ehhh! So you’re a hero!” Eijirou picked up the drawing Katsuki did, grinning at it and imagining what was surely an awesome battle in his head.

“Hah! You may say so, yeah!”

“So cool!” Eijirou praised.

“You bet!” Katsuki grinned before he turned more neutral, looking down towards the crayon he still held. “More importantly, what kind of charm was used to make this stick write red?”

“That’s a crayon!” Eijirou answered, very confused as to why Katsuki would ask a question like that.

“Crayon? What’s that?”

Before Eijirou could explain, Katsuki got all blurry again, and it seemed his words did so too, sounding almost garbled.

“Ah. Looks like I’m going b-” And then Katsuki was gone.

“...oh.” Eijirou said, feeling pretty sad and very surprised that his new friend had disappeared. It looked like Katsuki had dropped the crayon he was holding too. “Bye-bye then.”

Eijirou wasn’t all that sad for long, getting distracted easily enough. He started to draw out Katsuki and imagined adventures he went on.

After he finished doing that, he grinned at his work, picking up his favorite and going over to one of his moms.

“Mama! Mama!” Eijirou shouted out. “Look what I drew!”

“Oh!” Mama gasped. “It’s so nice! And who is this in the picture?”

“He’s the Beerbarian King!” Eijirou announced, and Mama tilted her head a bit.

“The Barbarian King?”

“Yeah! He’s a hero!”

“Oh yeah?” Mama smiled. “And Barbarian King is his hero name?”

“Uh-huh!” Eijirou confirmed. “He told me about how he was fighting a villain! And the villain could use time and space powers.”

“That’s some powerful quirk. And how did this fight go?”

“I think he’s still fighting it,” Eijirou answered. “He dropped his sword before he came here because of the villain’s quirk.”

“And what’s the Barbarian King’s quirk?” Mama asked. Eijirou thought for a moment, his face in deep concentration.

“I don’t know,” Eijirou finally said. “He didn’t tell me. He had to leave because he was still in battle.”

“And he didn’t want to harm you because you’re a civilian, right?”

“No, it’s cause he’s still being affected by the villain’s quirk.”

“I’m sure he’ll come out on top, no matter how powerful the villain is. Heroes always win after all.”

“Yeah!”

“What do you want for dinner, sweetie? I’m trying to decide between donburi and tonkatsu.”

“Tonkatsu! It’s got, um, katsu! For victory! And Katsuki!” Eijirou then brought his voice down to a whisper, or at least as much of a whisper as he could manage. “That was the Beerbarian King’s name.”

“Surely making tonkatsu will bring him victory, then!” Mama grinned. “Now, do you wanna help me?”

Eijirou nodded vigorously, and, when dinner was finished, Eijirou spoke about Katsuki for the duration of the meal.

Maybe making tonkatsu wasn’t necessary because Katsuki already had victory in his name, but Eijirou figured a little extra victory couldn’t hurt.

After that, Eijirou almost forgot about Katsuki, but especially when his quirk manifested, and he had to be rushed to the hospital.

It hurt a lot, but Eijirou got a cool scar from it, and heroes always had scars, so it was obviously a sign that he would become a great hero!

After his quirk came, Eijirou also started losing his baby teeth, which all came out pretty quickly as his adult teeth came in. And his adult teeth were cool! And sharp!

One day, while Eijirou was bundled up in a hoodie while playing games on his DS, he heard a familiar voice.

“-ack.”

Eijirou quickly turned his head towards the source of the noise, a smile already on his face.

“Gasp! Mister! You’re back!”

“Or not,” Katsuki had his body posed for a fight, but his stance relaxed as Eijirou jumped off the bed and approached him.

“I thought you had left forever!”

Katsuki kneeled down so that he was at eye level with Eijirou.

“Hey, Eijirou, how long was I gone?”

“How...long?” Eijirou’s grin dropped as he thought.

“Yeah, how long.”

“Uh...uhm…” Eijirou puffed his cheeks out before giving an answer. “...Three?”

“Three what?”

“...Maybe more than three?” Eijirou looked down in frustration.

“Y-yeah?” Katsuki snorted as he held back laughter.

“Hm…”

“More than three?”

“Hm-hm.”

“I-I see,” Katsuki was hiding his smile behind a hand, but he soon became blurry like last time. “Ah fuck, there I go again.”

“Aw, already?”

And Katsuki was gone. Eijirou frowned, but he did his best to rationalize that Katsuki probably couldn’t control when or where he went.

But Eijirou didn’t have to wait too long for Katsuki to appear again, with him showing up about a week later.

“Ah, I’m here again,” Katsuki spoke, and Eijirou grinned up at him.

“Yay!” Eijirou cheered. “Hopefully you can stay for longer this time.”

“Hopefully.”

“I wanna know more about you,” Eijirou said.

“Yeah? What do you wanna know?”

“Uhm…” Eijirou thought for a moment. He didn’t really prepare any questions beforehand. “What’s your quirk?”

“What’s a quirk?” Katsuki tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing the word.

“It’s like, um, a power that a person has,” Eijirou decided on. “Mine is hardening! See! I can make my body go all sharp and rocky!”

Eijirou did his best to demonstrate, but he couldn’t harden all that much.

“It’s not all that strong now, but if I train a lot it will be!” Eijirou declared, and Katsuki nodded in understanding.

“So like magic.”

“Sure!”

“I can summon explosions,” Katsuki explained, opening up his palm towards Eijirou and making small explosions.

“Woah! That’s so cool!”

“I can go bigger, but I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Eijirou frowned at that before grinning.

“I’ll just have to get good enough at hardening! Then you won’t be able to hurt me!”

“That’s the spirit!” Katsuki affectionately ruffled Eijirou’s hair before disappearing again.

“I’m gonna have to think of better questions,” Eijirou announced to himself.

Eijirou spent the next few minutes attempting to think up questions.

“Favorite color is always a good one! Or is it too boring? Hmmm...No, it’s a classic for a reason! And, um, favorite animal? Hobbies? Oh! I could ask about his sword! Like, is it special? He said something about magic...maybe I can ask about that? Obviously favorite number. His friends too! I gotta know about them!”

Soon enough, Eijirou got bored and started playing with his toys.

Katsuki doesn’t come back for a long time. For basically forever, to the point where the winter months were over. But he did show up, and Eijirou was prepared, more or less.

“Tell me about your friends!” Eijirou shouted as soon as he noticed Katsuki appear.

“Huh? I don’t got friends,” Katsuki responded.

“What!? What about your adventuring buddies?” Eijirou asked. “You have those, right?”

“I guess I do have a few travel companions. They’re all annoying though.”

“Tell me! Tell me about them!” Eijirou demanded, and Katsuki caved and sat down. They were surrounded by Eijirou’s action figures, so Katsuki picked one up to demonstrate.

“Obviously there’s me. I lead a group of five idiots right now.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

“I’ve only got one permanent companion,” Katsuki explained. “My lover and best friend.”

“I thought you said you didn’t have any friends.”

“Shut up.”

“Well, what’s she like?” Eijirou questioned, and Katsuki made a face at it.

“He’s a guy. And he’s super manly and strong, and he’s a dragon.”

“A dragon!?” Eijirou exclaimed, his eyes lighting up in excitement. “I wanna be a dragon! What’s he look like?”

“As a dragon?” Katsuki questioned, and he continued when he was met with a nod. “He’s huge. Bigger than a house, and he’s covered in red scales that are impervious to pretty much everything, and he can breathe fire.”

“Awesome!”

“He sure is!” Katsuki boasted.

“What about the others you’re traveling with?”

“Well, Sparky’s the whole reason why I have to travel with a bunch of idiots in the first place. He’s an envoy who’s supposed to deliver a message to the Kingdom of Endeavor, although he mostly flirts and plays the lute badly.”

“Is Sparky his actual name?”

“No, but he has lightning magic. With how powerful that kind of magic is though, I suspect he’s actually a runaway prince or something.”

“Ohhhh.”

“He brought along Ears, who’s a knight. She’s good at finding out information.”

“Why Ears?”

“Her magic manifests physically, so her earlobes are really long,” Katsuki answered. “Sparky also brought along Tape-Face and Black Eyes. Tape-Face was, like, the owner of some establishment, but he owed Sparky a favor, so he joined in on the trip, but he’s got some useful survival skills. Black Eyes was part of my kingdom - she’s another barbarian, which means she’s super strong, obviously. All barbarians are strong.”

“Why did she come with?”

“Overheard us talking about the trip in Tape-Face’s tavern, and she decided to come with for some reason.”

“Why do you got mean names for all of them?” Eijirou frowned. “You brag about them, but why are you mean to them?”

“I’ve got a reputation to uphold,” Katsuki said.

“Then change your reputation,” Eijirou advised, as if really was as simple as that.

“I’ve gotta act scary to protect those I care about,” Katsuki announced. “Scares away all the villains.”

Eijirou nodded in understanding but frowned.

“That’s sad. You should be able to scare off the villains and be friends with people.”

“It’s fine. I’ve got you.”

“I’m your friend?” Eijirou asked, pointing towards himself, and he grinned when Katsuki confirmed. “Yay!”

And Katsuki left, and, while Eijirou was still bummed about it, Katsuki managed to stay for much longer than usual, so Eijirou was pretty happy about that.

At dinner, Eijirou talked about what Katsuki told him.

“He’s got a buncha people traveling with him, but he calls them all mean names,” Eijirou spoke.

“Why does he call them mean names?” Mama inquired, looking somewhat concerned.

“Uhm, he said that he wants to scare away villains to protect people. I said that was sad and that he should make friends, but he said I was his friend, so I hope that will help him make more friends!”

“And you want him to have lots of friends?”

“Yeah! Heroes shouldn’t feel lonely because, um, because they save us, and they deserve to be happy.”

Eijirou continued to chatter away about the Barbarian King, and, sure enough, Katsuki would always appear again, sometimes after a month or more, sometimes after a few weeks, and sometimes even after just a few hours. The time he stayed varied too, although more frequent visits seemed to mean shorter visits as well, although he rarely stayed for more than half an hour.

“I wanna be a dragon!” Eijirou declared when Katsuki appeared one day. “Let’s play pretend! I’ll be a dragon protecting the castle, and you’ll be the king of the castle. We’re protecting the kingdom from villains!”

“Of course we’ll win! No one’s gonna even touch our kingdom!”

“Wait! Is your dragon husband a king too?” Kirishima asked, and Katsuki blushed.

“We aren’t married yet, so no.”

“Oh,” Kirishima frowned. “You should marry him cause then he’ll be a king, and being a king AND a dragon is awesome!”

“You’re right. If I marry him, he might even become cooler than me,” Katsuki smirked. “Tell you what, I’ll propose to him the next time I see him, yeah? Then he’ll become the coolest and manliest person in the world.”

“Yeah!” Eijirou cheered.

“Hmmm, and I’ll love him with all my heart and-” Katsuki started, but he was interrupted by Eijirou making a disgusted face.

“Gross!”

“What? You were the one just encouraging the marriage,” Katsuki pointed out.

“Yeah, but the mushy stuff is gross!”

“Even if I say something like I’m going to fight side by side with him for the rest of my life?”

“Mmmm, that’s fine,” Eijirou decided. “Because it’s fighting. And a dragon king is cool. But love is all mushy and gross.”

Katsuki laughed.

“Sure is.”

“Yeah, you should just duel him instead of kiss at the wedding.”

“Sounds good to me,” Katsuki was doing his best not to laugh hysterically, but he ultimately failed, and so Eijirou started laughing along with him.

Once they finished laughing, they managed to get in a few minutes of playing pretend before Katsuki blurred and left.

That night, while Eijirou was explaining his adventures with Katsuki to his moms, he found out exactly what other people thought of Katsuki - that he was imaginary.

Something about that didn’t sit right with Eijirou. Katsuki wasn’t imaginary. He was definitely real, and Eijirou was going to prove it.

So, the next time Katsuki showed up, Eijirou set his plan into action.

“Sit down,” Eijirou ordered, and Katsuki sat down as Eijirou climbed into his lap. See! If Eijirou could touch him and be above the ground while doing so, then Katsuki was real!

“What’s this for?” Katsuki asked, absentmindedly picking up an All Might figurine that was lying around.

“Mama says you’re my imaginary friend,” Eijirou announced, looking down at his own figurine - a Crimson Riot one.

“Does she now?”

“What’s imaginary mean?” Eijirou questioned, more to have something to say than through any actual curiosity.

“It means you got what it takes to be a bard, kid,” Katsuki answered, and Eijirou immediately protested.

“I don’t wanna be a beard! I wanna be a hero!”

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki let out a little laugh. “I think you’d make an amazing beard though.”

“I don’t care!” Eijirou declared.

“Too bad,” Katsuki mocked. “You’re a beard now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Noooooo!” Eijirou dramatically whined. “I’m gonna be a hero! Like Crimson Riot!”

Eijirou brandished the toy he was holding towards Katsuki.

“Is that him?”

Eijirou nodded.

“He’s got a quirk like mine.”

“Sounds like you can be his successor.”

Eijirou’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah! That’d be so cool! I’ll be, um, uh…” Eijirou froze as he did his best to come up with a hero name. “Like, Crimson Riot Jr. or something.”

“How about Red Riot?” Katsuki suggested, and Eijirou grinned.

“Perfect! I’ll be Red Riot! And I’ll protect everyone!”

“Yeah, you will,” Katsuki’s voice got garbled near the end, and Eijirou found himself falling backward, and he landed on his back. It didn’t hurt a lot, but it was very clear that Katsuki had held him up away from the ground.

Eijirou had his proof that Katsuki was real.

Eijirou saw Katuki a few more times before he arrived for the last and final time. They played superheroes and played pretend and talked.

Eijirou found out Katuki’s favorite color was orange because it was the color of fire, his favorite animal was a wolf because they represented strength, his favorite number was one because he was going to be the best at everything. His second favorite number was four because it sounded like die.

Eijirou learned that Katsuki’s hobbies included fighting monsters and kicking ass, which he apparently also got paid to do. Eijirou found out that Katsuki’s cutlass was special and that he got it from saving his lover when they first met. Eijirou didn’t get to learn as much about Katsuki as he wanted to, but he was glad when Katsuki showed up.

But the last day Eijirou saw Katsuki was the day before Eijirou started primary school.

Eijirou was nervous and excited. Nervous because he’d be starting school and excited because he would meet new people. And, while he was in his room looking over the items he had to bring with him tomorrow, Katsuki showed up.

This time, Eijirou didn’t really greet him with open arms, so Katsuki crouched down to eye level.

“Hey, Eijirou. What’s wrong?” Katsuki asked, his voice much softer than Eijirou had ever heard it.

“I’m scared to start school tomorrow,” Eijirou admitted. “What if the other kids don’t like me? What if I don’t do well? What if I don’t understand anything!”

Eijirou couldn’t help but start crying.

“What? No, no, no, shh, it’s okay,” Katsuki blabbered. “It’ll be okay.”

“But what if it isn’t?” Eijirou cried as Katsuki held him in a hug.

“Then I’ll beat up whoever makes fun of you,” Katsuki announced, and Eijirou let out a burst of choked laughter.

“Th-that’s not nice.”

“Even if they’re villains?”

“Maybe,” Eijirou said, tears still going down his face and snot starting to run. “But what if I’m not good at school?”

“Then you work at it until you are good at it,” Katsuki answered. “Becoming the best takes time and effort.”

“Okay,” Eijirou paused for a bit. “Mama’s making tonkatsu tonight. It’s supposed to bring victory for school.”

“Then I’ll be a little extra victory for you, yeah?” Katsuki responded, and Eijirou nodded slightly.

“Thank you.”

After that, Eijirou and Katsuki were silent as Eijirou clung to Katsuki. Eventually, Eijirou relaxed and ended up falling asleep.

When Eijirou woke up, he was tucked into his bed, and the sun was going down.

Eijirou remembered Katsuki’s words as he ate the tonkatsu Mama made, and he thought of them again as he went off to school the next day. He would work real hard! Then he could show Katsuki how good he had gotten at school!

But Eijirou never saw Katsuki after that day.

It wasn’t too sad of a realization, as Eijirou soon forgot about Katsuki, only remembering him as an imaginary friend he had, likely conjured from being homeschooled for his preschool education and not really interacting with too many people his own age.

Now Eijirou was working hard to get into UA to become the hero he always wanted to be. Even if he didn’t move before he could think, he could train until he did do so.

And when Eijirou got his results back, he found that he was second in the practical exam, only behind a guy who got seventy-seven villain points and zero rescue points. The complete opposite of the guy who got zero villain points and sixty rescue points.

Eijirou dyed his hair red and spiked it up for the first day, promising himself that he would live his life with no regrets.

Eijirou found the large door of the 1-A classroom and walked in, and the very first thing he saw was something that was much, much too familiar.

What the fuck!

What Eijirou saw was an angry-looking guy with blond hair that was basically the spitting image of Eijirou’s imaginary friend.

That’s not how imaginary friends were supposed to work!

After Eijirou’s initial shock wore out, he figured that it was just a strange coincidence that the blond looked so similar to the Barbarian King. He was sure that it was only a physical similarity.

That was, until Eraserhead called up the man using the name ‘Bakugou Katsuki’, and Katsuki backed the ball he threw with an explosion.

It was the same name, and the same quirk, and Eijirou had to seriously wonder if his imaginary friend legitimately became real through the power of something he couldn’t control. Maybe it was a secondary quirk that Eijirou had, or maybe he ran into someone who could make imaginary friends real, but a quirk like that would probably only create temporary people, and this Katsuki was certainly not going away any time soon.

Not to mention that Eijirou was pretty sure that the Katsuki here was much younger than his imaginary friend. The Barbarian King had been an adult while Katsuki was his own age.

But it had to be a coincidence, right? Had to be. Absolutely had to be.

Maybe it was possible that Eijirou had met Katsuki or someone he was related to when he was young, and Eijirou ended up creating his imaginary friend based on that. Yeah. That made sense, right? That made more sense than anything else anyway.

Regardless of how strange it was that Katsuki looked and acted so much like the imaginary friend he had when he was young, Eijirou ended up befriending him.

And Katsuki was amazing! Smart! Manly! Strong! And, even if he was pretty rough around the edges, to the point where he was basically a cactus, he still had a good heart. Hell, Katuski even tutored Eijirou! And he enjoyed hanging out with their friend group, no matter how much he protested that he didn’t.

Katsuki loved them, and Eijirou could tell.

But there were occasional things that happened that reminded Eijirou so much of his imaginary friend that shook Eijirou to his core whenever they occurred.

“Sparky! Tape-Face! Get over here!” Katsuki shouted, and Eijirou suddenly remembered the rude nicknames that the Barbarian King gave his traveling companions. And, sure enough, Katsuki called Mina “Black Eyes” and Kyouka “Ears.”

Katsuki would tell Eijirou certain things, and Eijirou would get the sense that he already knew the information.

It was really weird, so, one day, Eijirou decided to tell Katsuki.

“Hey, Bakugou?” Eijirou called out, leaning away from the desk to look towards Katsuki, who was on the bed.

“What do you need help with now?” Katsuki questioned.

“Ah, it’s not really anything about the material,” Eijirou admitted.

“Then why say anything?” Katsuki scoffed.

“Cause I wanna tell you something weird!” Eijirou said. That seemed to get Katsuki’s attention.

“What kind of weird?”

“You know how kids tend to have imaginary friends? Like, making up a friend, which includes their appearance and personality and background and stuff?”

“What about it?”

“Well…” Eijirou laughed a little, suddenly very self-conscious about the topic. “I had an imaginary friend when I was really young.”

“Yeah? That’s not fucking weird, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki pointed out.

“That’s not the weird part!”

“Then get to the point.”

“My imaginary friend looked like you,” Eijirou stated.

“So?”

“No! Seriously, dude! I walked into class the first day, and I saw you, and I was shocked by how similar you looked! And then you had the exact same quirk as him, and I genuinely had the thought that I ran into someone with a quirk that makes people’s imaginary friends real! Even down to the names you call people - it’s completely unreal.”

Katsuki had an expression that was a mixture between confusion and disgust.

“What the fuck.”

“That’s what I thought!” Eijirou shouted. “It was so fucking weird! And-”

“Oh, this is new,” A new voice appeared, along with The Fucking Barbarin King. Just. Appearing. Into the room Eijioru was in. Just like Eijioru remembered happening as a kid.

“What the fuck!” Eijirou screeched, and it sounded like Katsuki had the same reaction. And, apparently, so did the Barbarian King.

“Why do you look like me?” The Barbarian King demanded. “Is this some kind of trick? I’m gonna kill that fucking witch!”

“Eh!?” Katsuki growled out. “I’m the only me there is, you shitty extra!”

“Hold on!” Eijirou shouted in an attempt to stop any sort of escalation. Both Katsukis turned towards him. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I was fighting a mage with space-time powers,” The Barbarian King answered.

“I know that!” Eijirou yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. “But I thought you didn’t exist! I thought you were just, just an imaginary friend I had! When I was a kid!”

“I thought we established that I was very much real,” The Barbarian King said.

“Okay, okay, hold up,” Katsuki got up and held up a very dangerous palm towards The Barbarian King. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Bakugou Katsuki, The Barbarian King.”

“Bullshit! I’m Bakugou Katsuki! And what the fuck is a Barbarian King? Some kind of title you gave yourself?”

“Of course not! I’ve trained my whole life to be a king!”

“Kirishima-” Katsuki was cut off suddenly.

“You don’t call each other by your first names?” The Barbarian King questioned, his eyes widening in surprise.

“What!?” Katsuki’s palms were popping, and his face was red. “Why would we do that?”

“Oh, okay, yeah,” The Barbarian King scowled. “You’re in that stage of your relationship. Got it. Good fucking luck dealing with this emotionally-constipated mess, Eijirou.”

“Don’t call me that, you-”

Someone was knocking at the door.

“I’ll get it!” Eijirou said, getting up to grab the door.

“Hey, dude, Sero and I were wondering if, uh,” Denki had just looked at the madness behind Eijirou. “You...wanted to come…play some video games…”

“Maybe later?” Eijirou grinned sheepishly as Denki took in the scene.

“Holy shit. The squad needs to see this,” Denki proclaimed before bolting before Eijirou could discourage him from doing so.

“Sparky’s here too?” The Barbarian King asked, and Katsuki seemed to get angrier.

“Hey! Only I get to call him that!”

“Awww, Bakugou! You do care about us!” Eijirou grinned, only for Katsuki to respond with a middle finger.

“God, I just want to get back to my own world already!” The Barbarian King groaned, leaning back and shoving his hands in his hair. “And finish beating the ass of that stupid fucking time-space witch! And then propose to Eijirou!”

“To me?” Eijirou asked, only to be met with a scoff.

“Not you Eijirou! My Eijirou! The fucking dragon I told you about when you were a kid!”

“You’re gonna propose to a fucking dragon?” Katsuki questioned.

“Yes! I’m gonna propose to a fucking dragon! Gonna marry him too if I have anything to say about it!”

“Older Bakugou is going to marry a dragon?” Denki asked. The door was open and behind Denki were Hanta, Mina, and Kyouka.

“That’s AWESOME!” Mina declared, barging into the room. Soon enough, the entirety of the bakusquad in addition to The Barbarian King were in Eijirou’s room.

“Are you even real?” Kyouka stared intensely at The Barbarian King, who scowled.

“Of course I’m real! Why the fuck wouldn’t I be!?”

“I’ll be honest,” Hanta commented. “I really didn’t expect there to be an older Bakugou here like Kami said, but I guess I stand corrected.”

“Dude!” Denki’s eyes were twinkling. “We should play some video games with older Bakugou.”

“What the hell is a video game?” The Barbarian King questioned, and Katsuki grinned manically.

“Something I’m going to kick your ass at!”

“Like hell!”

Soon enough, the Bakugou squad was playing video games, and, after explaining what video games were to The Barbarian King, he was kicking everyone’s asses in the games.

“How are you this good when you didn’t even know what video games were until like ten minutes ago!?” Hanta shouted as his character got absolutely obliterated.

“Because I’m the best, obviously,” The Barbarian King gloated.

“Fuck off! I’m the best!” Katsuki retorted.

“Yeah? Then beat me in this, coward!”

“Eh!? I ain’t a coward, you bitch!”

Katsuki plopped down on the couch, grabbed a controller, and starting beating The Barbarian King’s ass into the ground.

During their rematch, however, The Barbarian King blurred and disappeared in the middle of the game, leaving Katsuki to grumble.

“Couldn’t even handle a second beating, the bastard.”

“Nah, he just can’t control the jumps,” Eijirou interjected, a statement which caused the Bakusquad to look at him in confusion. “Okay, you’ve got to give me a minute to explain.”

Eijirou gave the basic rundown of how The Barbarian King was his imaginary friend when he was young and how he had just found out that his imaginary friend was actually real and existed.

“So let me get this straight,” Mina started. “This older Bakugou just kind of...showed up in your childhood, and you just passed it off as being an imaginary friend?”

“What else was I supposed to think!?” Eijirou exclaimed. “A random adult stranger just shows up sometimes and plays with a kid? Someone would have called the cops! It’s a miracle my moms never managed to see him!”

“You know, he does have a fair point,” Hanta pointed out. “It is pretty bonkers.”

“That just makes it weirder!” Mina proclaimed. “Why didn’t you think it was weird?”

“I was a kid!” Eijirou shouted. “How was I supposed to know that was real? As far as I knew, that was how all imaginary friends worked!”

“It’s really not,” Kyouka said, causing Eijirou to groan.

“Well, I know that now.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, imaginary friend stuff, blah, blah, but why the fuck was he an alternate version of me?” Katsuki questioned, and Eijirou shrugged.

“I don’t know, but apparently we’re getting married in that universe, so maybe that has something to do with it!”

“Wait! Kiri’s the dragon!?” Denki yelled. “Holy shit!”

“Awww, it’s true love!” Mina declared, only to get shut down by Katsuki.

“Shut up! True love ain’t shit!”

Kyouka nodded in agreement.

“Booo!” Mina whined. “You’re both terrible and hate love!”

“I don’t hate love!” Kyouka argued. “I just don’t think true love is a thing.”

“It totally is!” Mina countered.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Bakugou and Jirou on this one, Ashido,” Hanta admitted, a shy smile on his face. “Sorry.”

“What! Kami, Kiri, please tell me you two believe in true love! I can’t be alone in this!”

“Well,” Eijirou rubbed the back of his neck. “I like the idea of it, I guess, but isn’t it more appealing to be able to choose who to love and putting time and effort into that relationship no matter what?”

“Kiri!” Denki spoke, a tear in his eye. “That was so manly!”

“Ugh!” Mina groaned. “You’re all terrible!”

“Well, you’re never gonna find love if you don’t work for it, bitch,” Katsuki had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Don’t tell me I’ll be all alone!” Mina complained. “I just want a nice guy or girl or whatever to love and smooch a little!”

“He didn’t say you’ll be all alone,” Kyouka interjected. “He said you have to put time and effort into a relationship like Kirishima described.”

“Awww, Bakugou! You do care!” Mina jumped up in an attempt to pull Katsuki in a hug, only to be rejected.

“Stay away from me, you witch!”

“Let me love you!” Mina shouted.

“NO!”

“Guys, Bakugou clearly needs our help,” Hanta said before grinning wide. “And you know what that means!”

“Group hug!” Denki launched himself towards Katuski and Mina, knocking both of them over in the process.

“Fuck! No! Get off of me!” Katsuki screamed as Hanta and Kyouka joined in on the hug, which was now less of a hug and more just trapping Katsuki on the floor.

“Nope. You deserve this,” Kyouka said.

“I would help you out, Bakugou…” Eijirou started before joining the hug. “But that would mean missing out on a great group hug!”

“You’re dead to me,” Katsuki said, the ire fading from his voice. “You’re all dead to me.”

“Shush, you love us!” Mina gleefully cheered.

“Like hell I would ever admit it!”

“But you DO love us!” Denki yelled.

“No, I don’t,” Katsuki denied.

“Sure, and that’s why you’re hugging back,” Hanta pointed out.

“I’m going to crush you all.”

“Feel free, bro!” Eijirou exclaimed as Katsuki began his attempt to squeeze the life out of all of them. It was a little bit difficult, but fuck if Katsuki wasn’t trying.

At some point, the hug ended, and the respective members of the Bakusquad started to return to their dorms.

Eijirou walked back with Katsuki because their rooms were right next to each other, but Katsuki stopped him before he entered.

“So,” Katsuki started. “That whole imaginary friend thing was fucking weird.”

“Yeah, it really was,” Eijirou responded. “But I doubt we’ll ever see him again.”

“What about what he said!?” Katsuki’s voice suddenly raised in volume, his cheeks tinting red.

“Which thing?”

“About...him and his world’s Kirishima and all that…”

“Ah, you don’t have to worry about that, Bakugou!” Eijirou claimed. He really didn’t know how to handle this conversation. Eijirou was usually really good at reading Katsuki, but, right now, Katsuki was revealing something that Eijirou had never seen from him. It was new territory.

“What if I wanna worry about it?” Katuski spoke in a rush.

“Wha? Bakugou-”

“Katsuki,” Katsuki corrected.

“Wh-what?” Eijirou stuttered, unsure if he had heard that right.

“I don’t give a shit about what that fucker in another dimension says, but, I guess, he was right about one thing. I like you, and I can’t fucking believe it’s taken me this long to tell you,” Katsuki looked Eijirou directly in the eyes, and Eijirou found that he couldn’t breathe. “So, call me Katsuki.”

“Okay,” Eijioru breathed out, not being able to say anything more.

“And I’m taking you out on a date on the weekend," Katsuki punctuated his statement by poking Eijirou in the chest.

“Okay,” Eijirou repeated, his words still stuck on the back of his tongue.

“And...I’m calling you Eijirou, alright?” Here, Katsuki got shy, his voice decrescendoing as he finished his statement.

“Okay,” Eijirou nodded. “Okay, yeah, yes. Okay.”

Eijirou took a deep breath before smiling wide.

“I like you too, Katsuki!”

“That much was obvious!” Katsuki responded, but he was still a little bashful.

“I’d love to go on a date with you!” Eijirou confirmed, now that he was finally able to get words out.

“Obviously,” Katsuki said with a wobbly voice. “Who wouldn’t want to go on a date with me? I’m great.”

“Of course you can call me, Eijirou, Katsuki.”

“Okay, Eijirou,” Katsuki said softly.

Eijirou couldn’t stop himself from grinning widely, and the brief moment of silence between the two of them was quickly interrupted as Katsuki suddenly raised his voice.

“Goodnight, Eijirou!” Katsuki pointed a finger up towards Eijirou, as if accusing him of something. “I’ll text you the details of our date!”

“Can’t wait! Goodnight, Katsuki!”

Then they parted ways, going to their respective rooms.

Once the door closed behind Eijirou, he found himself giggling and squealing to himself. He started jumping around the room as his heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest.

Katsuki had told Eijirou that he liked him! Katsuki wanted to be on a first-name basis! Katsuki had asked him on a date!

He couldn’t wait!

However, given that it was the start of the week, Eijirou had to wait for basically forever for the date. The days passed by like molasses, to the point where Eijirou felt like he might die of old age before the weekend.

But he didn’t. And, finally, finally, the day came, and Eijirou found himself frantically trying to find a good outfit to wear for his date.

“Kaminari!” Eijirou whined. “Please help me put together an outfit for my date! Please, please, please! I’ll owe you forever, dude!”

“Bro, you don’t need to do anything,” Denki insisted. “It’s basically in the bro code to help your bro with their date outfit.”

“Thank you so much!” Eijirou thanked, but he might have spoken too soon as Kaminari decimated his entire closet.

“Do you have anything in here that isn’t athletic-wear?”

“Uh, I think I have a suit in the back of the closet?”

“Too formal!” Denki cried. “Wait! There’s hope!”

Denki pulled out Eijirou’s Crimson Riot jacket.

“I mean, you’ll look like a huge jock wearing it, but I’m pretty sure that’s one of the few aesthetics that you won’t look super out of place in.”

“I can’t wear that!” Eijirou cried. “It’s limited edition!”

“Jackets are for wearing, Kirishima. You don’t have anything good. Please at least wear this jacket.”

Eijirou and Denki locked themselves in a staring contest that ended with Eijirou sighing in defeat.

“Thank god,” Denki then continued to rummage through Eijirou’s closet. “Please tell me you have jeans somewhere in here. Or just any long pants. I would lend you some of my own stuff, but, let’s be honest, you are way buffer than me and would probably rip everything.”

“That’s fair.”

“Although I’m sure Bakugou would go nuts over you ripping a shirt just by flexing, I’d rather the clothing you wear stay intact by the end of the date,” Denki turned from the closet to shoot Eijirou a flirtatious look. “Or maybe on the floor.”

“Shut up, Kami!” Eijirou shouted, a red flush on his face. “It’s only the first date!”

“Suit yourself,” Denki shrugged and went back to looking through Eijirou’s clothing.

After a long while, Denki managed to get Eijirou into a black graphic tee, the Crimson Riot jacket, a pair of baggy dark wash jeans kept up by a punk rock belt of Denki’s, and some combat boots.

“Holy shit,” Eijirou spoke once he saw himself in the mirror. “I look good.”

“Of course you look good!” Denki proclaimed. “I helped you with the outfit! Now, what do you think about having a little bit of eyeliner? Just to make your eyes pop.”

“I mean, I’ve trusted your judgment this far.”

“Perfect,” Denki took out some eyeliner and carefully held Eijirou’s eyelid down. “Don’t move your eyelid too much. And, there!”

“That was quick.”

“Hold still - I’ve still got to do the other eye,” Denki announced as he did the other eye. “And we’re done. What do you think? I, for one, think your date is going to end up lost in your eyes.”

“Maybe not that extreme,” Eijirou commented, a blush on his face. “But you’re right. It does look really good.”

“Hey, Kirishima, is Kami in here? I-” Mina walked into the room, and she suddenly zeroed in on Eijirou’s outfit. “Holy hell, Kiri, you’re looking fine.”

“Outfit curated by yours truly,” Denki took a dramatic bow.

“Kiri!” Mina gasped. “Are you going on a date?”

“He sure is!” Denki proclaimed.

“I can’t believe you asked Kaminari for outfit advice and not me,” Mina whined. “This is best friend erasure.”

“I can have more than one best friend!” Eijirou defended. “And, sorry, but I didn’t really trust you to put me in something that wasn’t crazy.”

“I’m not that bad!”

“Currently, you are wearing a pink leopard print tank top and leggings that are split in half so one side is space and the other side is purple tiger print,” Denki pointed out. “And how could I possibly forget your famous sequined flip flops.”

“Like you’re any better with your black sweatpants and t-shirt with a lightning pattern on it!” Mina countered.

“I have a brand!”

“Just because you have a lightning quirk doesn’t mean all your clothing has to have lightning bolts on it!”

“Not all of my clothing has lightning bolts on it!” Denki defended.

“Oh, yes, I forgot all your clothing with electric type pokemon on it.”

“Hey! Pikachu is a classic!”

“But you don’t need him on your ass!”

“Guys, guys,” Eijirou interjected. “We got to stop arguing about this.”

“He’s insulting my taste in fashion despite the fact that he has a Benjamin Franklin t-shirt, which he wears without an ounce of irony,” Mina argued.

“Well, yeah,” Eijirou sighed. “But he’s better at fashion than me, and his style is a little more tempered than yours, so.”

“Why couldn’t you have asked Bakugou then?” Mina questioned. “Aren’t his parents fashion designers or something like that?”

“It’d be a little weird to ask your date for advice on what to wear on the date,” Eijirou admitted.

“What!? You two finally got together!? When did this happen and why did you not tell me immediately?”

“I wanted to wait until I actually went on the date, but then I found I desperately needed help with my outfit, so I went to Kaminari,” Eijirou quickly explained. “Please understand.”

“Alright,” Mina sighed before giving Eijirou a hard look. “Those better not be the pants with Geodude on the ass.”

“They’re not!” Denki claimed, but he looked at Eijirou’s rear to check anyway. “Yeah, they’re not.”

“I hate the fact that you had to check,” Eijirou said.

“Wouldn’t you of all people notice if you had Geodude on your butt?” Mina inquired.

“I was just putting on whatever Kaminari handed me.”

“Fair enough,” Mina shrugged. “But you better ask me for help next time.”

“Yeah, I’ll just go one by one through my friend group asking for advice on what to wear on dates,” Eijirou said. “I’ve started with Kaminari, and then I’ll ask you, and then I’ll go to Jirou, then Sero, and then I’ll go over to Tetsutetsu, and, afterward, I’ll start asking other people in our class. Eventually, it will get to the point where I’ve asked every single person in the school what I should wear on a date.”

“Maybe by the end of that, you’ll have a sense of style,” Mina said, and both Eijirou and Denki reacted to the statement.

“Ohhh, sick burn,” Denki said.

“Harsh, but probably fair,” Eijirou stated.

“But seriously,” Denki interrupted. “You should get going. Have fun on your date!”

“Wait!” Mina shouted, leaving and coming back about two minutes later. “You’ll need this!”

“Oh thank God it’s just a rock,” Eijirou breathed out. “I thought it was going to be something else.”

“It’s rose quartz!” Mina explained. “It’s for luck in love! What else would I bring you?”

There was a silence in the room before Mina realized exactly what Eijirou and Denki thought she would bring for Eijirou to take on a date.

“Just! Go on your date!” Mina flushed as she shoved Eijirou out of the room.

“Let’s go,” Katsuki spoke the moment he saw Eijirou, grabbing hold of Eijirou’s wrist and pulling him along.

Eijirou frowned.

“Oi. What’s that face for?”

Eijirou opted not to speak and instead gently guided Katsuki’s hand to let go of his wrist and intertwine with his fingers.

“We’re on a date, right?” Eijirou said as a way of explanation, and he felt a rush of victory when he saw Katsuki blush.

“I guess,” Katsuki grumbled, looking away from Eijirou. Eijirou smiled and swung their arms slightly. He did have to harden his hand slightly so that the crackling of Katsuki’s palms wouldn’t hurt him, but knowing that Katsuki was so flustered around him made Eijirou all bubbly inside.

They weren’t really able to get permission to go off-campus on such short notice, so their date mostly consisted of walking around while holding hands before getting bored and going to work out at the gym.

If Eijirou had to say, it was an amazing date. And, he did have to admit, he was very happy that his imaginary friend wasn’t so imaginary.

After all, The Barbarian King helped Eijirou date and eventually marry the love of his life. Eijirou couldn’t be happier.

---

It was a little jarring to go from seeing Eijirou as a kid to seeing him as an adult, even if Katsuki did see him as a teenager at one point. And, the more Katsuki saw of him, the weirder it was.

Katsuki stayed for a little bit each time when Eijirou was a kid, and then once for a long time as a teenager. Now, he was watching Eijirou as an adult, but almost in snapshots.

One moment he saw Eijirou chatting with friends and the next he was watching his skin turn into stone as he got hit with a hundred swords.

It was like watching his life flash before his eyes, except that it wasn’t his memories, and it was happening in real-time. Eijirou fighting. Eijirou helping. Eijirou getting married.

Suddenly, everything stopped, and Katsuki found himself surrounded by a familiar emerald forest.

“Ah, I’m home,” Katsuki and Eijirou, his Eijirou, ran up to him with tears in his eyes.

“Katsuki! You’re back!” Eijirou cried, bringing Katsuki into a tight hug as he sobbed into Katsuki’s cape.

“Yeah, yeah. No need to be dramatic. It was just a few hours.”

“I missed you,” Eijirou mumbled, and Katsuki could feel the tears on his neck, so Katsuki pulled Eijirou into a more proper hug.

“...I missed you too,” Katsuki whispered, his voice as quiet as he could get it, but it still had Eijirou pulling away from the hug suddenly to look at Katsuki.

“You missed me!?” Eijirou’s eyes again filled with tears, which Katsuki did his best to wipe away.

“Yeah, now shut up and stop crying, Ei.”

“I’m so glad you’re back,” Eijirou gave Katsuki a watery smile, the ghost of tears still on his cheeks, and suddenly Katsuki was speaking before he could think.

“Marry me.”

“What!?” Eijirou’s eyes widened in surprise, but the surprise in his face soon faded as he was right back to crying, but he was smiling joyfully. “Yes! Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

Eijirou gleefully picked up Katsuki and spun around, laughing all the while.

“Put me down!” Katsuki demanded, but he was smiling as well.

Once Eijirou put Katsuki down, Katsuki spoke again.

“We’ll get married after this mission, okay?”

“Okay!” Eijirou agreed, and so they met back up with the rest of their traveling companions and finished the mission.

There were lots of ups and downs to it, and they left with plenty of scrapes and bruises, but, finally, Katsuki and Eijirou were able to have their wedding.

It would have been small, but Eijirou was excitable and insisted on inviting all the people they’d gone on adventures with over the years.

So it wasn’t small. But at least the majority of it was simple.

Katsuki and Eijirou’s outfits were the only things that weren't.

Katsuki was shirtless, as always, but he did not have sleeves, instead showing off his many tattoos, but, most importantly, the K on his shoulder that he received when he and Eijiorou started to travel together. He had a different cape on, still red, but one that had a finished edge and golden trim. His pants were simple and white, a little more tightly fitting than his usual garb, but he still wore his normal adventuring boots. His cutlass also rested on his waist.

Of course, Katsuki’s outfit would not have been complete if it weren’t for the array of necklaces he had, evidence of his conquests, along with bracelets that served to decorate his arms beyond his tattoos, not to mention his usual earrings, the ones he obtained from Eijirou himself. Finally, a crown sat atop his head, and his heart beat wildly at the thought of Eijirou receiving a matching one.

Eijirou wore armor, a red chest plate covered in designs. Runes of protection and love and good fortune adorned the armor, and the shoulder pads depicted dragon crests. Eijirou’s tattoos could be clearly seen on his arms. Like Katsuki, his pants were white, but Eijirou’s were baggier, and he had also worn his adventuring boots. Eijiou’s own weapons, his long knives, were also worn at the waist.

Eijirou’s accessories were a little more sparse than Katsuki’s, but he still wore charm bracelets on his wrists. They were decorated in offerings of goodwill. Eijirou’s hair was spiked in the usual stupid way, but it meant the earrings he wore were on clear display. They were orange to match Katsuki’s, and the way the light reflected off of them made it seem like Eijirou was glowing.

There were a few official people at the wedding - after all, this was as much a coronation as it was a wedding, and the crown that was meant to go on Kirishima’s head was resting on a soft pillow.

As the two of them reached the altar and were told to say their vows, Katsuki knew there was only one way to say them.

Katsuki moved to kick Eijirou’s leg. He made contact, and Eijirou began to fall but not before making a move that brought Katsuki down with him.

They spent about a minute freely wrestling on the ground and probably horrifying whoever made their outfits before they were questioned.

“What are you doing!?”

“Our vows, duh,” Katsuki answered as he and Eijirou continued to fight.

After another minute or so, Eijirou had Katsuki pinned, and Katsuki grinned up at Eijirou.

“We’re equals, got it?” Katsuki declared, and Eijirou responded with a megawatt grin.

“Of course!”

With that, the two of them got back up, a little dirty, and held hands at the altar. The ordainer awkwardly said that the two may now kiss, so Katsuki went in for the kill.

He couldn’t believe he was kissing his husband. Husband!

When they parted, Katsuki couldn’t help but go in for another kiss.

After the wedding ceremony, the coronation ceremony began, and Katsuki watched as his husband (!) kneeled down as someone listed off all the things a good king should do before the crown on the pillow was finally delicately placed atop Eijirou’s head.

Katsuki did have to laugh a little because the crown did somewhat mess with Eijirou’s hairstyle, but he had a hard time caring as Eijirou stood up and looked over to him.

Katsuki kissed him again. He would fight a million space-time mages for this man.

#kiribaku #bakushima #franeridart #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kaminari denki #jirou kyouka #sero hanta #ashido mina #bakusquad #bnha #my hero academia #fantasy au

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One Night Only Chapter 1 (Poly! Giomis w/ Artist! Reader)

(more reposting, reader’s nickname is ember)

((the gangbangers names are a reference to the three stooges))

“This is nice” (Y/n) said to herself laying on the floor with her sketchbook open and a pencil in her hand. Her phone was unlocked and was displaying a picture she’d taken that morning. There was a light knock on her apartment door that was then followed by the handle being turned as her boyfriends let themselves in.

“Shit it’s been a long day” Mista groaned kicking off his shoes and tossing his hat and coat on the couch before sinking into the floor next to (Y/n).

“Hang your coat up Guido, at least be a courteous guest,” Giorno said clicking his tongue, he hung his coat up and put his shoes away before joining his lovers on the rug in front of the couch.

“Nope, too tired” Mista replied slumping back and using the couch as a back pillow as he stared up at the ceiling. (Y/n) let out a chuckle as she blew a kiss at her boys before returning her attention to the sketchbook.

“Whatcha drawing?” Giorno said leaning down to squint at the few lines of graphite already on the paper before glancing at (Y/n)’s phone for context.

“Don’t look! It’s not ready yet!” (Y/n) protested trying to swat him away. “It’s supposed to be a sketch of the Veiled Christ, but I’m having some trouble with drawing the fabric,” she said glumly. Giorno let out a soft hum before pressing a kiss to the top of (Y/n)’s ear.

“I think it looks nice,” he said with an affectionate purr that was answered with a light punch from the girl who’s face had turned pink with a blush.

“Oh shush, how would you know? You say that about everything I draw, you know flattery will only get you so far” (Y/n) mumbled with a serious expression despite her flushed cheeks.

“Oh? How far will flattery get him, Ember?” Mista chimed in his eyes dropping down as the pet name left his lips and he grinned at (Y/n). She rolled her eyes and sat up closing the sketchbook with a sigh.

“Maybe a kiss or two. Anyways it doesn’t look like I’m not gonna get any work done until you idiots go home” (Y/n) said getting to her feet and putting her sketchbook away in her bedroom. When she returned, Mista was still sitting on the floor but Giorno had moved into the kitchen and started preparing dinner in her brief absence.

“Since I told you what I did today, mind filling me in on what shenanigans my gangstars got up to since I last saw you?” (Y/n) said sitting down next to Guido and leaning against his shoulder. (Y/n) had learned that Giorno and Mista were in the mob very early into their relationship.

To be honest, it kinda bothered her, but she understood why they did what they did. Between the choice of having them in the mob and having them behind bars for their crimes... she’d always chose the former without a second thought. (Y/n)’s only rule was that they were as honest as possible with her about what they did as mobsters.

“Nothing much ran from the cops, shot some drug dealers. You know the usual” Giorno provided nonchalantly as he mixed something in a pot as a pleasant aroma began to permeate the apartment. When he was finished cooking he called (Y/n) and Mista to the table so they could eat.

Halfway through the meal (Y/n)’s phone began ringing loudly. With a bemused expression, she rose from her seat to answer it, walking to her bedroom so she could have some privacy.

Giorno and Mista exchanged looks, shrugged before continuing eating. They stopped eating upon hearing a mournful cry from the bedroom. Rushing to the door and peeking in to watch (Y/n) pacing back and forth with the phone pressed to her ear.

“Summer’s in the emergency room? She was shot ten times? In the head and spine?! The surgery’s been going on for two hours? Is she gonna be okay?! Yes, I want to see her! Yes, I’ll be over soon!” (Y/n) said before hanging up and shoving her phone in her pocket.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, lock the door when you leave. I love you!” she said throwing a passing glance at the boys as she went. Running as fast as she could down the street before hailing a taxi to speed her the rest of the way to the hospital.

Bursting out of the cab and sprinting to the front desk, (Y/n) slammed her hands down on the counter in front of the receptionist. The woman to her credit did not jump and instead looked calmly up at the frantic girl.

“Hello, how can I help you?” The woman said smoothly in a tone meant to put others at ease. But (Y/n) was not at ease as she panted furiously trying to catch her breath so she could speak.

“Which room is Summer O’Reilly in?! I’m her sister (Y/n), O’Reilly! I want to see her as soon as possible!” She babbled out still a bit out of breath. The receptionist, with a smile still on her face, looked down at her computer screen and typed something in. A few moments later she looked back up to address (Y/n).

“Officer O’Reilly is still in surgery but I can direct you to which room she will be taken too once the operation is complete,” the lady said helpfully and wrote down on a sticky note the location of Summer’s room before handing it to (Y/n) who uttered a quick thank you as she rushed towards the elevator.

Waiting for and then riding the elevator felt like an eternity to the girl who spun around impatiently. Once on the correct floor, she dashed to the room to find it mostly empty. The only person present was Summer’s patrol partner Officer Arabella Aramina who was slumped in a chair by the window.

“Well, it’s about time you showed up kiddo” Arabella said barely gracing (Y/n) with a glance. She kept her face neutral even though on the inside she was seething with rage and sorrow.

“The hospital just called me but they didn’t tell me much. Only they Summer had been admitted to the emergency room with multiple gunshot wounds” (Y/n) said dragging a chair over to Arabella and sitting beside her.

“Yeah gunshot wounds that’s putting it lightly,” Arabella said with a derisive snort. “It was more like those motherfuckers were trying to turn her into human Swiss cheese” she added with a growl. (Y/n) gave her an inquisitive look and she sighed deeply.

“Let me give you the facts before anybody tries to feed you shit. It wasn't supposed to get nasty yah hear. Me and Summer were scoping out a drug deal undercover. We were gonna find the perps and arrest them no pain no foul. But then a third party decided to show up. Turns out the deal was just a set up by Passione to clear out the bottom feeder drug dealers on their turf” Arabella explained her eyes darting around the room trying to avoid making eye contact with (Y/n).

“It turned into a firefight and Passione’s men slaughtered the dealers in a matter of minutes. I managed to get to cover but Summer didn’t and took the worst of it. Weird thing is they quit shooting after her sunglasses came off. And one of the thugs said something about them getting killed for injuring the Don’s member or whatever” Arabella said finishing her story and leaning back in her chair.

“What do you mean the Don’s member? And were they talking about Summer?” (Y/n) said more questions forming in her mind as she proceeded the details of Arabella’s story.

“I don’t fucking know, I couldn’t tell what they were saying! I was hiding in an alleyway. Though if I had to make a guess, I think they mistook Summer for a member of their Don’s inner circle” Arabella said with a sigh. (Y/n) felt her stomach twist into knots as she slumped down into the chair.

About half-an-hour later Summer was rolled in on a gurney and transferred into the hospital bed. Leaping out of her chair (Y/n) was by her sister’s side in an instant hugging the older girl lightly and crying.

“Sumi! You’re okay!” (Y/n) babbled using her sister’s childhood nickname as she pressed her head against the other’s chest. Summer raised a gauze-covered head to weakly ruffle the younger girl’s hair.

“Yup I’m okay, sorry for worrying you Emby” Summer said using her childhood nickname for her little sister in an effort to calm her. It didn’t help much as (Y/n) continued to sob against Summer’s hospital gown. The sisters remained embraced for a long time neither speaking until Summer began drifting off from all the drugs still in her system.

(Y/n) didn’t want to leave her sister’s side but the night-nurse kicked her out after about an hour. She began walking home to jittery to call a cab, her eyes darted mistrustfully down every alleyway she passed as she balled her hands in her pockets.

“Well, well, well what do have here? A little lamb wandering out in the night all by her lonesome” a creepy man’s voice said as he sidled up to (Y/n). His grin was rotten and half the teeth were missing from his mouth.

“She’s a real cutie ain’t she? What’s a fine young thing like you doing with a frown on your face?” Another man had snuck up on (Y/n)’s other side also grin unpleasantly. He had more teeth than his friend but his face covered in scars and bumps from brawls.

(Y/n) kept her head down trying to ignore the men, she even tried to walk faster to shake them off but they easily kept pace. The men (Scars and Smiles is what she decided to call them in her mind) were soon joined by a third man who walked directly behind the girl.

“Did your boyfriend dump you, sweetheart? I could be your new boyfriend sweet cheeks” this third man said, (Y/n) glanced over her shoulder and shivered at the sight of the man’s heavily tattooed skin.

“S-s-sorry, I’m not interested. I already have boyfriends, but thank you for the gracious offer” (Y/n) said her stomach flipping like a fish. She quickly dubbed the third man Tattoos as she tried to get away.

“Aww the little lamb is so flustered she can’t even think straight” Smiles groping (Y/n)’s ass and chuckling cruelly when she let out a squeak.

“I bet that pretty mouth of hers can make lots of other cute noises when it’s wrapped around my cock” Scars growled and smacked his lips loudly before grabbing at (Y/n)’s ass as well. Unlike Smiles though, he didn’t let go and continually squeezed the girl’s rump like a stress ball. Without thinking (Y/n) swung her fist and slugged him in the jaw. Scars released her ass to grab his face while Smiles and Tattoos stared dumbly.

Not wasting a moment (Y/n) began running as fast as she could. If she could make to her street she’d probably be safe but that was eight blocks away and the men chasing her were closing distance fast.

One of them took the lead and threw himself on top of her slamming her to the cement. Her hands were torn up by the friction of the concrete against her flesh and her nose was broken on impact.

“Gotta now you little bitch” Tattoos hissed and leaned down to lick (Y/n)’s neck having been the one to tackle her as Smiles and Scars finally caught up.

(Y/n)’s head had hit the ground pretty hard so it was understandable that her ears might be ringing a bit and her vision might be cloudy as a black limo pulled up to the curb beside her.

“Well, what do we have here? If I’m not mistaken it’s Liario, Elmo and Ricci~” A familiar voice said as the limo window was rolled down. “Weren’t you three already warned that the Don won’t tolerate this behavior anymore” the man in the limo went on in a bored tone.

“Help me! Please!” (Y/n) croaked spitting out blood that had trickled down from her nose into her mouth.

“Shut up bitch the men are talking!” Tattoos snarled slamming (Y/n)’s head back down against the ground. She let out a howl of pain which was answered by the sound of a gun being cocked.

“Please don’t shoot me! I don’t wanna die! Please, my sister’s in the hospital!” (Y/n) blathered the blood running into her eyes now as the limo door was opened and the man inside stepped out before slamming the door shut behind him.

“I told you to be quiet!” Tattoos roared bringing his hand back to strike (Y/n). She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the hit but when it didn’t come her eyes popped open in curiosity. The man from the limo had grabbed Tattoo’s wrist mid-swing before pressing a pistol against his temple with a grim expression.

“I wouldn’t hit her again if I was you Ricci” the man from the limo said coldly. “I really wouldn’t, do you know how many times you just insulted the Don just now?” the man said in a low tone his eyes dropping down to look tenderly at (Y/n) before returning to gazing at Tattoo with an icy gaze.

“What the fuck is going on?” Scars muttered massaging his still sore jaw as the man from the limo clicked his tongue.

“By my count that was two acts of physical assault and two acts of verbal abuse against the Don’s property,” the limo man said his brow furrowing in annoyance. “Of course it had to be four, absolutely unforgivable” he added which rung a faint bell of recognition in (Y/n)’s pain-addled mind.

“I don’t think you even deserve a second warning for this heinous crime. No one disrespects the Don of Passione or his prized Ember” the limo man said firing a bullet through Tattoo’s brain killing him instantly. Scars and Smiles received similar punishment even as Smiles tried to run yelling “Please Capo forgive us! Have mercy Capo Mi—“ but he was dead before he could finish the plea.

With all three thugs dead, the limo man pulled (Y/n) up from under Tattoo’s corpse and off the pavement into his arms. He opened the limo door and gently placed the girl inside before sliding in himself. Blinking weakly (Y/n) felt her heart skip a beat as she realized there was a second man in the limo.

“Well, I didn’t expect you to get out to scold them Guido, or kill them for that matter. They must have really ticked you off and—” the second man whose voice had been causally bored came to an abrupt stop when he looked down at (Y/n). The girl felt herself blushing under the blood on her face and tried to sit up but the first male put a hand on her chest to keep her laying flat. The second male gently cupped her face in his hands with an expression of concentration.

“Stay still Ember, this is going to hurt but please bear with it” the second male said his golden curls of hair resembling an angelic halo to the bewildered girl’s unfocused gaze. A moment later sharp pain shot through (Y/n) and she began moaning out in pain. The first male had taken up petting her sides and mumbling encouraging words while his partner fixed up her wounds.

The shock of the fix-up was too much for (Y/n) to handle and she passed out before it was over. When she next woke up somebody was dabbing a wet towel against her face. Her eyes flickered open to see an unfamiliar girl with a determined expression dipping the towel back into a bowl of warm water and continuing to clean up her face.

“I’m Shelia E” the girl provided before (Y/n) could even open her mouth to ask. “The Don and his right-hand man brought you in about an hour or so ago” she added answering the second question (Y/n) had planned on asking as she looked at the room around her: it was a very ritzy looking bathroom.

“You were covered in blood and your clothes were filthy so they were throw out” Shelia E went on moving the towel to clean behind (Y/n)’s ears. At the mention of clothes the girl’s eyes darted down and she blushed when she saw all she had on was a silk bathrobe. Even her bra and panties had been removed making her shift uneasily as she became aware of the sensation of the air on her nethers.

“Hold still, I’m almost done. I had to cut part of your hair off because of all the blood and dirt. Hope you weren’t too attached to it” Shelia E said sternly as she finished cleaning (Y/n)’s face and surveyed her work with a satisfied nod.

“Let’s get you dressed,” Shelia E said pulling (Y/n) to her feet and herding her out of the bathroom into the small sitting room attached. (Y/n) sank into a large comfy looking loveseat that took up a quarter of the room trying to process what was going on.

“Wait what? Why do I have to get dressed?” (Y/n) said confusedly as Shelia E dropped a large box with a bow on it in her lap.

“Well I don’t want to judge but I think you need a little more clothes than just a robe. I don’t think the Don would like want your first introduction to his underlings to be so racy... but hey that’s your decision, not mine” Shelia E said with a shrug. Blushing vividly (Y/n) opened the box to find a beautiful red dress made of crushed velvet. Lifting out it out of the box, the bottom of the dress fell to the floor and the shoulder straps tied behind the neck.

“Where are the undergarments?” (Y/n) said turning the box upside down with a perplexed expression, a throng dropped on her lap but there was no matching bra. Shelia E shrugged and gave (Y/n) a nonchalant look.

“Great he’s a pervert just my fucking luck. I hope my boyfriends never find out about this, they’d never let me hear the end of it” (Y/n) grumbled and untied the robe dropping it on the floor. She slid the panties up before letting Shelia E help her into the dress which zipped up the back and fortunately had a build-in bra so her boobs were under control.

She refused Shelia E’s efforts to style her hair or put makeup on her face. Tying her hair back into simple braids that wrapped around her head like a circlet before joining into one braid that ended at the nape of her neck. Then applying some light make-up before turning back to Shelia E with a nervous smile.

“Okay, I’m ready to meet the Don... I guess” (Y/n) said allowing Shelia E to lead her out of the sitting room and down a set of carpeted stairs into the bustling club below. (Y/n)’s heart pounded and she kept her eyes down as she was led through the crowds of people talking, drinking, and laughing.

Until a familiar laugh caught her ears and made her head shot up to look for the source: Giorno. Once her eyes locked on him it was like everyone else in the room faded away as she sprinted towards him. She bumped into people and almost tripped in the stupid shoes she’d been forced to wear but it didn’t matter.

“GIORNO!” (Y/n) squealed and threw herself at the blonde. Giorno barely has time to react to his girlfriend launching herself into his lap but he managed to wrap his arms around her even as his chair tipped and toppled under the sudden movement.

The Don’s guards hadn’t been able to react in time to the girl throwing herself into the Don’s lap and knocking him over but they quickly swarmed in ready to remove the intruder. Giorno put up a hand to signal there was no need to act even as his face was covered in kisses by (Y/n).

“Hey don’t I get some sugar too?” Mista said squatting next to (Y/n) and Giorno. Without a single word (Y/n) eases her waist off of the blonde so she can tackle-hug the brunette and shower him with the same intensity of affection.

“God I’m so happy to see you! I was hoping I’d have a chance to... before I had to go see the Don and his lieutenant and thank them for saving me from some thugs” she said half-laughing and half-crying from the stress. Her head dropped to press against Mista’s chest as the laughing devolved into just crying.

“I’m a fucking mess aren’t I?” (Y/n) said between sobs. “Summer got shot by mobsters and I think she might have accidentally gotten involved with Passione’s Don because.... because” she was too distraught to speak as Mista scooped her up and carried her into a quiet drawing room with a couch at the back of it. He sat down on the couch with (Y/n) curled up in his arms like a puppy.

Giorno followed after his boyfriend and girlfriend into the drawing-room shutting the door behind them. He placed a hand on (Y/n)’s back petting lightly as he sank onto the couch beside Mista.

“Start from the beginning, all we know so far is that you left your apartment in a hurry and ended up on the bad side of town,” Giorno said in a soothing tone as he continued to pet the girl’s back.

“You’ve met my sister Summer right?” (Y/n) began and received affirmative nods. “And you know she’s a cop...” again she paused and again she was given the go-ahead to continue speaking. “Well while she was on a stakeout for a drug deal there was a firefight lead by Passione. And they stopped after hitting her cause they didn’t want to get in trouble for killing the Don’s member. She’s at the hospital now and in critical condition” (Y/n) managed to say without falling back into sobs.

“And then on my way home from the hospital I got jumped by gangbangers but a limo stopped and I guess the man erm men inside were the Don of Passione and his right-hand man. So now I owe a debt to the Don for saving me and I need to make sure my sister won’t be attacked by anyone while she’s in the hospital” this time she fell into sobs and Giorno and Mista let her cry until she regained control of herself.

“You look nice” Mista offered trying to lighten the mood. He hated seeing his girlfriend cry and he hated seeing her stress over things even more. He was hopeful that the flattery would trigger the normal response of brushing-off the words yet secretly accepting them as well.

“Don’t you even start Guido! I didn’t pick this monstrosity! Apparently, the Don had my old clothes thrown out and left this red eyesore as my only choice of attire” (Y/n) irritable said before Giorno’s nose pressed against the nape of her neck under where the dress was tied.

“So you don’t like the dress?” The blonde commented nuzzling absentmindedly at her neck. (Y/n)’s cheeks turned almost red as the dress as she let out a nervous giggle.

“Well okay, I guess calling it an eyesore is a little strong. It’s just... this dress must have cost thousands of lires. It’s too expensive for me and I’ve got practically nothing on underneath this thing” (Y/n) admitted quietly, noticing with some secret satisfaction that both boys looked hot and bothered now. Giorno has started kissing down the expanse of her bare back and Mista’s face had burrowed into her bosom to motorboat.

“Stop it! I still need to look presentable for the Don! I’ll come find you after my appeal and—“ (Y/n) was cut off by Mista’s head popping up from her boobs to crush his mouth against her lips playfully.

“—Nope, your appeal is happening right now” Mista said pulling back briefly then sticking his tongue in (Y/n)’s mouth and reaching around to untie the straps of her dress. Giorno has taken hold of the dress zipper in his mouth and began pulling it down. The drawing room’s door opened as Shelia E poked her head in. Both boys paused while (Y/n) scrambled to make herself presentable again.

“The car is ready and waiting out front Don Giovanna,” Shelia E said neutrally before shutting the door. (Y/n) stared blankly at the door before beginning to laugh nervously.

“Funny, that’s funny I could have sworn she called you Don just now” (Y/n) said still laughing uneasily when Giorno and Mista stared at her calmly her laughter began to fade into silence.

“Y-y-you’re the Don of Passione?” the girl said incredulously. When she received only cool nods, she felt her stomach twisting and her limbs became wobbly. If Mista hadn’t been keeping her on his lap with one arm around her waist, (Y/n) was sure she would have fallen onto the floor.

“I think I’m gonna faint” she mumbled as Giorno and Mista led her to the limo the blonde sliding in first before (Y/n) was set in his lap and the brunette sat beside them slamming the car door shut as he did. (Y/n)’s brain struggled to put all the pieces together but when it all came together her face fell into a grimace.

“Summer’s going to be targeted for being my sister isn’t she?” she said numbly. “I’m entwined with the mob now and that means I’ve put her in danger just for sharing blood” (Y/n) tearfully melting against Giorno’s chest desperate for the stability he usually brought.

“Don’t worry about your sister, I’ll have some of my men sent over to the hospital to watch over her. Nobody will lay a finger on her except for the doctors until she’s at full health again” Giorno soothed running his fingers up and down (Y/n)’s sides in a calming matter.

“Really? You’d do that for me? Th— How much will I owe you Don Giovanna?” (Y/n)’s tone warped halfway through her response going from cheerful relief to cold resignation. Giorno felt a painful pang in his chest at hearing his title leave her lips.

“There’s no need to call me that Ember. Giorno or GioGio will be fine” he said nuzzling her forehead and kissing her. “Nothing’s changed, I’m the same person I was a few hours ago” he added pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s chin.

“But I’m not! A few hours ago I was just (Y/n) O’Reilly. Now I’m Don Giovanna’s hussy!” (Y/n) said as a troublesome thought started worming its way into her mind. What would happen when Giorno and Mista grew tired of her? Surely they wouldn’t have her killed right? But the memory of how Mista had coldly executed the gangbangers was still fresh in her mind and she shivered in silent terror.

“Don’t worry so much, everything will be fine. Believe me” Mista murmured into her ear reminding (Y/n) that he was present and slipped his hands under her dress, pulling at her panties so they slid to her ankles. “We’ll be home soon so we can resolve some unfinished business” he added with a purr and kissed her bare shoulder.

Despite these words sounding like there’d be a brief respite for the girl, the dress was already on the floor of the limo before the three reached their destination. (Y/n)’s shoes had also been lost somewhere in the car amidst the passionate chaos.

Mista took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around (Y/n) making her decent enough as he lifted her up into his arms to carry inside the mansion and upstairs to the bedroom he shared with Giorno. The girl hid her face against his chest which made his heart skip a beat excitedly. Once in the seclusion of the bedroom he set (Y/n) on the bed and began smooching up her neck before making hickies. However, he didn’t get much further before the sound of light snoring ruined the mood. Somehow, someway, (Y/n) had fallen asleep despite the romantic attention.

“Heh guess somebody’s too tired to get freaky” Giorno commented yawning and stretching as he began to undress. Mista threw him an evil look but also began changing out of his suit. (Y/n) continued to sleep sprawled out naked as a babe until one of the boys’ finally manned up enough to grab an old tee shirt for her to wear.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to talk business tomorrow then, maybe she’ll finally agree to move in with us” Mista mused as he tucked (Y/n) under the covers before sliding in beside her and pressing his face against her chest. Giorno made himself cozy against the girl’s back kissing her shoulders lazily a few times before resting his head on a pillow. Tomorrow would be a new day, and a new dawn would rise on the story of the Don, his Lieutenant, and their Artist Ember...

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