#his instinct when his friends appear to 'leave' him isn't always to be understanding (see: porker leaving the freedom fighters)

[fleetsonourgecentral]

So how do you think Scourge would handle the events of the fugitive arc of STCO?

To give context, some guy (a wolf named Kane) starts tearing down him in the media by bringing up stuff like "he created Robotnik, he transforms into Super Sonic, he's a bit of a dick (even if everyone already knows that so people don't pay attention to this part)" which makes almost everyone in Mobius but his friends hate him, then after a while there's some mega mack bombings across the zones and Sonic tries to figure out who it was but gets knocked out by a sneak attack and his friends get attacked too and then the attacker reveals itself to be "Sonic", Sonic tries to stop one of the missiles but they set him up and cut off the Kintobor computer while he was helping him disarm it so it explodes, he's arrested and when his friends (Amy, Knuckles and Tails) come to bust him out "Sonic" attacks the and left them to die (though they survive obviously) and escapes, later it's revealed he's the the Metallix Mark IV (basically the Neo Metal Sonic of the Metallix) who framed Sonic for all those crimes and swapped him after they run all kind tests in him to confirm it is him so everyone does think Sonic did all that, Sonic manages to escape the volcano he trapped him in and gets Metallix destroyed by the Lava, then right after that Grimer appears as an hologram (because he is in another dimension were Sonic can't get to him) and tells him he's behind all of it because he drove Robotnik crazy, so he seeked revenge and made Sonic despised by everyone to the point he had to leave the planet.

And Sonic does try to leave after not finding anything to prove his innocence, but Robotnik comes back so he decides to stay and help, but has to do it while being a fugitive hated by everyone with the exception of Tails...

Kay sorry for the wall of text, I tried to get the important bits (or what I think are the important bits), it's hard to explain it to people who haven't read it.

Oh man oh man. So like. I know it would be really sweet and whatever to believe Scourge would believe in Sonic no matter what, but honestly? I think he'd fall for it. Scourge is used to betrayal, he grew up around it. Betrayal was expected on Moebius, the only way to ensure loyalty is through fear, and Scourge has to actively work to trust people won't betray him at the slightest convenience. It doesn't come easily to him. Trusting Sonic is a choice he makes every day, built on the foundation that Sonic has - somehow, against all odds - proved he has no interest in betraying Scourge. It helps a little that Sonic is upfront about it when he doesn't like someone - Scourge is used to people being rude or cruel, and Sonic is so, so fucking rude, which, to Scourge, is a symbol of honesty - but it still isn't easy. It still takes work. And as nice as it would be to believe Scourge would believe in Sonic's innocence against all odds, in reality, I feel like his predisposition to be prepared for betrayal would actually just make the situation hit even harder. He doesn't, and never will, have the endless faith and trust in his friends that other Sonics have. Letting his guard down is a conscious choice, and one he'll revoke at any time if he feels threatened

So as for the fugitive arc? I think it would hit Scourge, and hit Scourge hard. The initial stuff wouldn't bother him - what does he care if Sonic created Robotnik? If he can turn into Super? And the whole reason Scourge likes him at all is because he's a dick. Being attacked would make him hesitate, but it's not the first time someone has impersonated Sonic to ruin his reputation, so he cautiously holds out hope. But after all the tests "confirm" it really is him? Any hope he has shatters. He doesn't care about what happens to Mobius, but he does care about their relationship. To hear Sonic never actually cared about him, that he was being played for a fool (which, from what you described, I imagine is the angle the Metallix would go for during the whole "attacks them and leaves them to die" thing) would be a deep, deep wound. He trusts Sonic more than he's ever trusted anyone, and this is how he's repaid? Stupid. He should have known this Sonic would be no different than all the rest. He should have known better. He never should have let his guard down

Needless to say, he wouldn't take it well. He'd lash out. Yell at Tails for being an idiot for continuing to believe in Sonic's innocence. By this point he's probably developed enough of a relationship with the rest of the freedom fighters to still consider them... if not friends, then at least allies. They were attacked too, after all, and they're angry, just like him. But he'd pull back from them, become a little harsher, more on guard around them in case they betray him, too. Maybe he'd even take over the position of leadership, although I'm sure he would butt heads with Amy over that whenever they disagree on something, and those disagreements would be far worse than her disagreements with Sonic, because Scourge is hurting and is, at all times, two steps away from completely revoking his trust in everyone, so any disagreement from Amy feels like a personal attack and a potential warning sign to him

He'd probably try to hunt Sonic down. Idk what the priorities of the rest of the freedom fighters are - probably trying to un-fuck the world - but his priority is definitely getting revenge. It's probably one of the biggest reasons he clashes with Amy when they don't agree on how to lead the rest of the freedom fighters, and could even lead to him going off on his own if he's challenged one too many times by her. Scourge the Hedgehog doesn't take betrayal lying down. He gets his revenge no matter what

(It's made worse by the fact his anger and hurt don't erase the fact he still loves Sonic. Loving Sonic is habit, and those feelings don't go away so easily. Betrayal isn't enough to erase them, and the fact that they still exist makes him feel like his feelings are betraying him, too. He's hoping that getting revenge and being angry will crush the feelings he has for someone who no longer deserves them. It's why he can't slow down, can't stop, can't control his anger like everyone is asking him to. If he does that, he'll keep loving Sonic, and he doesn't want to do that after Sonic hurt him so badly)

TLDR: he wouldn't handle the events of the fugitive arc at all

[howdoesagrapewrites]

Ok but what about a (romantic and not dating with y/n yet) hobie and pav with a y/n that has a platonic bf? Gender neutral pls ty!

𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮(𝙨) 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚

Cw: lovesick!Pavitr Prabhakar x lovesick!Hobie Brown x reader, the boyfriend is referred to with he/him pronouns, mentions of violence, manipulation

Notes: I googled it and it honestly seems pretty much like qp relationship, so I wrote it that way

>it's clear they wouldn't be very pleased

>Their actions depend in your level of intimacy with your platonic bf

>unlike other yanderes,their first instinct isn't murderous

>Hobie's very confident in himself and thinks he can win your affections fair and square, and Pavitr is delusional so he thinks to you're going to be with them sooner or later anyway

>But this doesn't mean they're above being petty, because as previously stated, they're not happy about it

>Hobie is very manipulative and will try to damage your boyfriend's reputation, he has a 50/50 chance of achieving it, depending on how your social circle is like

>Hobie is someone who appears so uninvested in other people's business, that you tend to trust him, why would he have ulterior motives? He's not that interested. This also makes the times he does "care" stand out a lot, so when Hobie breaks his idgaf persona to tell you about your boyfriend's "red flags" you're compelled to take him seriously

>Pavitr is the opposite, he seems very invested in people's lives, but always in a good way, he seems to look out for everyone, even people he doesn't know that well, so his advice is also trusted, as you continuously hear others talk about how kind Pavitr had been to them

>With Pavitr being so eager to please and Hobie being so dominant, the dynamic must be obvious by now, right? Wrong, Pavitr does not listen to Hobie when it comes to "playing it cool" he doesn't like this arrangement you have, he doesn't like your boyfriend, and in his eyes, you should leave him without thinking twice, they can give you all he gives and more, far more

>Pav will be passive aggressive to your boyfriend's face

>If you kiss and do other things that in his head are "reserved" for a "real" relationship, it'd be pretty hard for him to contain his emotions

>If your platonic bf treats you well, then they will settle with slowly drifting you apart until you think your paths separated naturally, of course this accompanied with the new found feelings of "knowing" all the terrible accusations people make about him

>If he does not, then they have no reason to be civil, they'll probably beat him up and ensure he'll never set a foot near you again

>Hobie will take his phone, make him unlock it and type a break up text that will leave everything very clear to you

>Pavitr does not respect your relationship as much as Hobie, to him, you're just playing pretend with some random guy, while they're here to give you the real deal

>Hobie understands platonic bonds are just as strong, and even if he dislikes it, dating them won't revoke the power your friend has over you

>So he does what a normal yandere would do, and manipulate you to leave him behind, he doesn't want him near you, especially if he can see through them and try to look out for you

>If Pavitr and Hobie were yandere for eachother long before you came, then Pav would feel as if you were betraying them (even though you didn't know them 💀)

>But if you were the trigger to the lovesickness, then he feels like you being with your platonic boyfriend is a punishment for him, for harboring such unhealthy feelings

[tartagliaxx]

" IT'S A BRIGHT FUTURE AHEAD OF US "

━━ ☆ INCLUDES: childe, diluc, xiao, zhongli

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: how would the boys react to being transported in the future and seeing that they married and had a family with their crush?

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: a few curse words, xiao's hits a little different

━━ ☆ SIMILAR WORK: it's a bright future ahead of us ii

━━ ☆ OOGA BOOGA: reblogs are much appreciated!!

TARTAGLIA

in the face of teasing comments from your mutual friends, childe denies his infatuation with you. no, his eyes don't drift to you every time you are within his peripheral and he most certainly doesn't see your visage in his dreams on the rare occasion that he does get them.

but when he's alone — when all that is left to judge him is the space in his bed that he so badly wished you would take — childe admits that yes, he does like you and he's just a little bit scared of the power you have over him. even the faintest smile from you had him weak in his knees and whatever strength still left in him was spent as he scurried off to hide under his blankets like a giddy teenager in love.

this vulnerability often costs people their heads on the battlefield but to him, this vulnerability also allowed him to preview the 'what-could-bes' of the world. besides, a little gamble isn't going to hurt him!

when he felt a weight on top of him, his mind immediately thought of an intruder but the childish giggle that he heard soon after disproved him. was it teucer? no... teucer's voice was a little deeper than that.

childe opened his eyes to meet similar blues and his heart, for a reason he didn't understand yet, soared. instinctively, he left a supporting hand on the young child's back as he mumbled a confused but otherwise, light good morning.

"honey? are you awake now?"

he knew that voice — a little too well actually and gods, honey has never sounded as good as it did when it came from your lips.

childe finds that, for a brief moment, he lost the ability to breathe. you peeked into the room from the doorway and you wore an easy smile. his sharp eyes caught the glimmer by your ring finger and was that... a ring? tentatively (and with a little bit of nervousness because what would he do if he was wrong?), he checks his own, and sure enough, an identical ring was wrapped around his finger.

it's a little childish but childe erupts into loud laughter as his heart began racing in a hundred miles per hour. it appears that the shadows of his mind decided to cut him some slack that night.

he's always wanted a family of his own so dreams where you and he were together didn't come off as much of a shock. this is why he didn't even consider the possibility that he traveled into the future. rather, he shook it off as another wishful dream of his.

childe decided to keep the questions to himself. inquiries are boring anyway. isn't it so much better to savor the moment? wholesome interactions came so rarely for him nowadays. it wouldn't hurt to indulge and pretend for a short while, right?

he spends the entire morning helping you with chores like a dutiful husband, popping jokes left and right, and pulling you into a random concert with brooms as your microphones. your child sits in the sideline, amused and laughing before childe picks him up and spins him in the air.

your jubilant laughter reminds him that this is such a good dream but he knew deep in his heart that as long as he remains to be 'childe,' it's all it would ever be. that dampens his mood but as he watches you spoil your son, he figured that reality could wait for a second longer.

for the first time in forever, childe awoke with a smile on his lips.

he's not one to be overly religious but that didn't stop him from putting his hands together to thank whomever deity was out there that took pity on him. while it was just a dream, it was enough to leave him feeling gleeful all day long. it was like the adrenaline high he gets after a challenging fight. the way his breathing left a tasteful burn, the way his heart thumped louder than usual — all of it left him feeling alive.

when he arrived at the northland bank, his agents tried to pretend that the skip in his steps didn't exist; the same way they pointedly ignored the way his eyes glimmered under the light when they were empty voids in the kindest of days. heck, ekaterina had to stifle a gasp when she walked in on him humming a local love song. nadia thought it to be a little sweet and she couldn't help the knowing smile from appearing on her face when you came in to say your daily greetings.

"still hanging on over there?" childe looked up from his paperwork to see you peeking from the doorway. immediately, he remembered the 'dream' and he had to swallow to hide his uncharacteristic sputters.

"barely." the connotation could go both ways. "what's up?"

"nothing just..."

he couldn't hear you over the tempting whispers in his mind. no matter how hard he tried to contain his feelings, the possibility that there is at least one way that something good could come out of his confession against the nine hundred, sixty-one thousand ways this situation could go south had his mind reeling.

"you okay?" your concern... god! why must you be so hard to deny? it was then that he decided — fuck it. he'll do whatever just to hear you laugh as you did in his dream. taking a deep breath, he tried to picture you then — your occupied ring finger, your lovely son, his and your family. it was from there that he gathered the strength to ask the questions he has been avoiding.

"are you free this evening? maybe we could grab something to eat together? i can book us a spot in liuli pavilion or... or you can pick!"

and how could you resist when the eleventh was looking far too bashful — far too vulnerable than he would commonly like to be?

"sure! how does that hole-in-the-wall we found last week sound?"

DILUC

diluc was a bit of a nagger — a true worrywart and you had always enjoyed poking fun at his 'motherly' nature. he always scoffed, muttering something about how 'unbelievable' you are and it was something so endearing to you. if it had been anyone else (such as a certain cavalry captain), you were certain that he'd issue them a permanent ban from his tavern. a true nightmare to a citizen of mondstadt.

his affections for you was something that he didn't actively deny but it was also something he vowed he would never act on. not until he had enemies, not until the world was safe enough to shed his walls because he swore to all the deities out there — one playful jab from you had him pooling at your feet.

you were right, maybe he should 'loosen up' after all... but when the world keeps playing tricks on him every second of the day, he has learned that it was better to keep his guard up.

he felt a body pouncing on him, effectively tearing him away from his sleep and he would've flung it off if it weren't for your panicked whispers.

"don't do that, sweetie! you'll wake daddy up..."

...daddy? his body stiffened up at the unfamiliar term but he can't deny the way his stomach did somersaults in a good way. still, it didn't take long before he regathered his wits. he was certain that he didn't have a son and certainly not with you (he would remember if that were the case).

his mind began racing. was he drugged? had he finally lost his mind? was this a hallucination? a simulation? dear lord, were you kidnapped and forced to play the part?

the sound of hushed laughter — both yours and the child — brought him back to reality (if it was still real at least) and reluctantly, he opened his eyes.

the sight that greeted him had his heart melting faster than his vision could and he had to pinch his thigh to remind himself that you all could be in mortal danger.

"hm? diluc darling! you're awake! good morning!"

the man in question nodded stiffly as a reply, teeth gnawing at the insides of his cheeks because the way his heart palpitated was enough proof that you weren't a fake.

but if so... was he dreaming?

the child had similar red tresses and he couldn't help but smile softly. his father once told him that the ragnvindr bloodline had strong hereditary genes. it was amusing and dare he say, cute.

as the child positioned himself in his lap, he heard you playfully chastising him for not greeting you back. at that, he scoffed. some things never change, he supposed but some... they age. while you still looked as beautiful as before, he noticed a few wrinkles that were not there before.

he entertained the prospect of being transported into the future but... it couldn't be, right? there was no way you'd want to marry him although the ring on your finger proved otherwise.

for the rest of the day, diluc just awkwardly stood there. he watched as you busied yourself around the house, sometimes offering to carry the heavier stuff. while being idle, diluc found out that his son knew how to play chess, much to his delight. he didn't know why but he offered to play against him and the smile he was rewarded with oddly made it feel as if his 'risk' was worth it.

the moves the child was making were familiar and he had to cough to hide his chuckles. they were the same moves he used to make as a child, taught to him by his father. diluc, moved by the silent determination of this young kid, decided to lose on purpose. it's something that his father did too and while he didn't enjoy being fooled, it meant everything to him when he was young and unknowing.

looking back, diluc had a few regrets. if he really was in the future, then he could've learned more about the state of the world. and if not... well, he did enjoy the time away from the business plans and abyss troubles.

when diluc awoke, he did so with renewed determination.

it wasn't as if he was lacking it but sometimes, small reminders would do the will well. he fights for mondstadt and for every family that makes it. though it was a short time, the peace he felt as he walked around the familiar manor but with the presence of his two loves (again, under the presumption that they were real) was incomparable. he fights for that. he fights so that those types of families can sleep at night and leave their worries behind. he fights so that the children wouldn't have to.

and as noble as his first thought was, a part of his mind went back to your older self — happier than ever. did he do that? did he make you happy? he only ever wishes you to be happy even if it weren't in his arms. the thought of a family with you didn't leave his mind even as he buttoned up his shirt. it remained in the backdrop as a tiny whisper that he tried to ignore as he signed one paper after another.

"diluc! are you awake already? you are! good morning!"

his heart hurts. it feels like it was going to combust in any second from now. he didn't recognize it then, too busy thinking it was some sort of plot by his enemies but now that he was in the comforts of his study, his feelings for you all came crashing down. how pretty would you look with your hand adorned with his mother's engagement ring? how beautiful would you look walking down the aisle dressed in the finest of whites? how nice would it be to build a family with you, brick by brick, piece by piece until you welcome another addition to the house? diluc was never the romantic but the way he had to hold on for support at the dizzying sugar rush he felt had him rethinking his decisions.

you rambled about the fresh apples you picked and he could hear you perfectly fine. however, no matter how hard he tried to focus on your words — or your lips because he's fallen victim to the way they move — he couldn't understand any of it. this must be what they call love. he miscalculated. his affections far exceed that of merely 'liking' your company. and what does he do with this realization? he expresses it in the one way he knows how.

"be careful. you're going to trip."

"oh loosen up! you worry more than the grandparents in springvale!"

loosen up, huh? you didn't see it because it came and went faster than the wind but for a second, diluc smiled softly. maybe he would do just that, he thinks to himself as he entertains the future ahead of you. someday... someday he'll tell you and maybe his dreams would come true but for now... he's more than content in being the man who watches and worries over you in the shadows.

XIAO

he's not human therefore, he does not have a need or the ability to feel human emotions. it's a simple concept and yet, one that was constantly challenged as you appear time and time again in front of him.

xiao denies not only his affections for you but the entire construct of love. it's foolish. why bother stripping yourself bare if you're going to receive some barely passable gratification and a generation's worth of suffering in return? he's lived long enough to know that love is not worth it. those who dared to love end up being alone — lonelier than what they started with. how is that a fair deal?

but maybe, his rejection stems from the fact that he believes that love will never come to him, the same way he will never be brave enough to give his heart away.

and yet, here he was — atop the highest stone peaks gathering qingxin flowers because you caught some sort of cold. mortals are high-maintenance and it annoys him to no end that he, a being that has lived for thousands of years, knew little to nothing about maintaining physiologies. perhaps he should've taken care of himself better if only to know how to take care of you when you're about to cough your lungs out in a room in wangshu inn.

it came all too suddenly but he felt it. he felt the lingering presence of his kin and he had to bite back his curses as the wind around him picked up. nothing good ever comes after when the dead meddled with the living's affairs.

and that was proven true yet again as when he opened his eyes, he was no longer by the mountains. rather, he was in your home by the outskirts of the city. he's been there before — watching from afar to make sure you came home safe late at night.

this, however, was different. he was sitting on your dining table and he could hear the sizzle from within the kitchen.

he wasn't dumb. he knew exactly what was happening but just as how he denied the very obvious feelings he had for you, he, too, denied reality.

"dear? can you help me bring the plates to the table?"

'dear' must be him. with a grunt, he stood up — ignoring the little tingles that littered his bare arms from the 'pointless human term of endearment.'

as he walked into the kitchen, he made the effort to avoid your eyes. he argues, in his mind, that it's because you might cast some worse illusion but he knew, in his heart, that it's because he fears what he would see.

when he kept his head low, it was easy to spot the ring on your hand. while not interested in courtship, he recognized the engraved patterns to be ancient scriptures carved by yakshas as vows to the humans in the early ages. how... senseless.

you called out an unfamiliar name and he furrowed his brows. it couldn't be... anything but that...

a near-identical copy of him appeared by the walkway not too long after that, the only difference being her gender. at the sight of her, his throat closed up and he had the urge to curl up and cry out in frustration. this girl... far too innocent for her own good carried the features of a murderer and sooner or later, her nature and the duties tied to it will hurt her. just like it did with him.

he cannot spare himself the suffering but this child deserved none of it. if he could, he'd carry the weight of her karmic debt alongside his and even better if he didn't have to.

deciding to spare you two of his unstable presence, he moved to cancel the adepti art. all the while, his teeth remain to be gritted as if it was the one thing keeping him together.

xiao stumbled for a second but when he regained his bearings, he ran.

the mountains reminded him of the events that have transpired while wangshu inn contained you — the source of his dilemma. liyue harbor and its outskirts were off the table and the other adepti would pester him if he went to jueyeun karst. with nowhere specific to go to, xiao ran and ran, letting his feet lead him anywhere because wherever is better than the looming reminder that the weight of your future resides in his palms.

he arrived at yaoguang shoal where the waters pushed back and forth undisturbed by matters such as the ones in his head. it's funny. when he was held in captivity, he didn't curse his nature as an adepti. when he was forced to bear the weight of his karma, he didn't curse his nature as a yaksha. when he was left all alone, dealing with grudges that never cease, he didn't curse his role as morax's believer.

now, however... he cursed his immortality.

perhaps if he was human, he would have the things he wished to have. perhaps if he was human, he wouldn't need to stow his feelings away. perhaps if he was human, he would have the luxury of loving and being loved in return. perhaps if he was human, he would see the future as a blessing and not a curse.

the fact remains that his karmic debt would eventually drag you into the quicksand he has been stuck in for millennia. the difference? he was made for it. you? you and your kind, compassionate and lively nature were not. he was made to suffer and you, to be happy. how could he deny that for you? and that child... when she grows up, capable of holding her own spear in her hands, what then? should she just keep quiet as she suffers the same fate that he is bound to? xiao is not selfish, never, but just this once, he hoped that she would never learn of murder and if the only way to stop her from doing so is by making sure she was never born, then so be it.

xiao has long accepted that he would never be happy and if he was going to be unhappy for the rest of his pathetic excuse of a life then he would rather be unhappy alone. after all, those even the faintest bit associated with him are bound to a fate of unhappiness as well. he wouldn't want that for anyone, especially not for you. or maybe... all of that was just half-truths and the reason why he denies himself of his seemingly happy future was because he wants to protect himself. from you and your inevitable death, from you and your potential faded interest, from you and the promises you wouldn't be able to keep. hasn't he suffered enough? hasn't he hated himself enough? must he really be reminded of the gruesome part of his soul that was happy to not be alone anymore when he saw the child that was born and made to suffer just like he was? it's all absurd and cruel — too much for him to handle.

and when fate asked him what he would do now that he has known this information? he runs, leaving behind the qingxin flowers by your bedside when you're fast asleep, never to appear in front of you again — at least not willingly. that was his answer to fate's question and xiao, for once, decided to test fate back. would it be so cruel as to let your lives collide once more?

ZHONGLI

he has lived for far too long, seen far too many things, and felt far too many feelings. if he had not learned anything from his experiences then what was the point?

zhongli was not as obtuse as some people make him out to be. in terms of mora, maybe, but when it comes to feeling human emotions? he was not a stranger to it. not completely, at least.

he has loved before and he has grieved before — for his friends and his people. all these are human emotions and the only difference between now and then was that the zhongli of today recognized that emotions, by themselves, are not weaknesses that he must strive to destroy.

when the familiar song of his heart — reminiscent of the ones he had sung to the glaze lilies of before — began ringing in his ears once more, he welcomes it. he opens the front door and lets it sit by the coffee table. he offers it a warm drink and he does not question why it took so long for it to come back. it, in question, was love.

he loved you but he chose to keep silent because he thought that engaging you when he did not know how to engage himself as a mortal man is reckless.

besides, things fell to the course of time and time? he had a lot of it.

out of all of these men, it is zhongli who takes the situation in stride. the sudden shift in the air, the crumble of the soil beneath his feet... all of these were not unfamiliar and it was precisely because he knew what was happening that he swiftly made a shield for you who was too busy in a battle to notice.

he hoped it would be enough to keep you safe until he comes back.

when he opened his eyes, it felt like coming home and it was because he knew from your very first meeting — the one held in a similar situation as this — that your eyes would be his home.

"good morning, dearest..."

he smiles softly... dearest... he liked the sound of that... would you like it if he said it in return?

before he could, the mattress dipped and he turned to meet familiar amber eyes. at that, his heart drops. no, not in a bad way. his heart dropped in the same way a bird would when they take off from their nest for the first time only to realize that nothing should be feared because they can fly and with flying came a soaring feeling of elation.

zhongli also knew that he would recognize the curves of your lips anywhere and it's right there on your child.

he tentatively ran a hand through the child's hair and his heart throbbed from the wholeness the small act gave him. perhaps he has never known peace after all... not until this.

he offers to make you tea and even invites you for a day outside. he carries your bags and lets your child cling onto his legs as you stop by stalls. he held your hand gently as you sat by a bench, watching fondly as your child played with kids his age.

zhongli knew the pains of longevity but he knew better than to let it be the reason why you would deprive yourself of life's little treasures. wouldn't it be better if you enjoyed the present and worry about the trifling matters later?

perhaps it's wishful thinking from a romantic but it wasn't his fault that the person he learned it from — guizhong — was her era's greatest romantic.

he knew that if she was seeing this, she would be happy and at peace, knowing that zhongli finally understood her little puzzle. maybe... this vision was precisely what he needed to fully let go of the past that had corroded him more than he would like to admit.

he awoke for the third time that day and for the second time, it was your eyes that greeted him.

zhongli chuckled as you began voicing your concern. rocks do not fall apart easily but when they do, they do so immensely. a displaced stone could easily mean a landslide, and truth be told, he wouldn't mind it too much — falling apart for you, that is.

"are you feeling unwell?"

"not at all... why do you ask, if i may be so bold as to inquire?"

"nothing it's just..." you laughed nervously though you didn't know why. maybe it was his piercing gaze on you? "you seemed preoccupied. is something on your mind?"

he hummed. reluctant, maybe, before he finally decided to speak a moment later.

"i had... a vision of sorts."

"a vision? what happened?"

zhongli purses his lips and the rare mischievous glint appears in his eyes. instead of a proper reply, he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss on your knuckle. all the while, his gaze never left yours. the intimacy had your mind buzzing and your skin heating. you don't mind it but it was, indeed, a little embarrassing. knowing zhongli, he'd simply laugh it off before saying that he finds your reactions (and your obvious affections for him) to be lovable. not like you can blame him... even the faintest brush of his thumb against your hand as he was doing now sends your mind in a mad search for the perfect poetry to describe his beautiful existence.

"let's keep it a surprise, shall we? i can say, however, that i am looking forward to experiencing the future with you, dearest."

a squeak escaped your lips and... ah... so you do like it... he'll keep that in mind.

━━ ☆ NOTES: 'm sorry. it's kinda shit because i made it on the fly after procrastinating for so long... not to mention, i forgot that it was supposed to be them fighting together then him getting transported eye— i'm sorry... i'll read better next time 😭

[the-final-sif]

By the way, whenever someone asks for Ponk and Dream interaction, it's always the same person, it's always me. I'm very starved and your aus are the only food I've had in years

Tbf based on tags I have an idea of who you are, and I don't mind supplying the c!Ponk and c!Dream interact.

Extra tidbit:

c!Ponk post c!Dream-remembering-how-to-not-be-a-feral-ender-dragon is a bit sad about losing his dragon friend. But he understood it wasn't going to last forever. Still, Ponk keeps a stock of fresh fruit easily accessible for anyone stopping by, and if he sometimes sees someone keeping an eye on him from the shadows or an extra set of potions show up at his doorstep, well that could be anyone.

There's an understanding between him and Dream that it's safest to keep their distance. The rest of the server basically accepts that Ponk's friendship with Dragon Dream was simply a matter of possession of fruit. Nothing deeper that needs to be examined. Nothing that needs to be held against Ponk in the long term. That's the easiest answer.

But then Ponk is out adventuring and does something stupid. He takes a nasty fall and hurts his leg, damages his flesh arm, and is generally pretty busted up. It wouldn't be such a big deal, but he's far from the main SMP, nightfall is coming, and he's got no shelter. Sure, it probably won't be a canon death, but is sure going to be a miserable night. c!Foolish is on the other side of the SMP and he's asleep by now.

So, out of desperation and knowing he's up towards the arctic anyways, Ponk sends a message to an old friend.

There's no reply. No evidence. But after less then half an hour, there's a familiar beat of wings. Quieter now. Purposeful.

Ponk closes his eyes in relief as big, delicate talons scoop him up out of the ravine he fell into. It's awkward for the Dragon to half-fly half-clamber out while holding him, but Dream manages all the same.

Once they're out, there's a healing potion wrapped up in a leather pouch with toothmarks being carefully dropped into his hand. Ponk takes it and it works wonders, stitching up most of the damage but leaving him exhausted. The Dragon won't let him sleep just yet, prodding him until he climbs up onto it's back.

They don't fly- Dream is still too small for that. Ponk isn't sure if he's just always going to be small or if he still has some growing to do. Instinct says it's the latter. Ponk wonders if Dream might take him flying one day, if he gets big enough? He's not sure. He's not sure if either of them will live that long.

For the time being, Dream races through the trees. Light on his feet despite being an entire dragon carrying a full person on his back. They aren't headed back to the main SMP. Almost certainly for the best, too many eyes there. The air grows cold, and Ponk finds himself grateful that Dream has decided to be warm. It's enough to ward off the chill in the air.

After they break the treeline into an open Tundra, it's not long before the Syndicate's cabins come into view. Ponk's never been particularly close with any of them, but he's never had a bone to pick either. When Dream skids into the settlement, landing lightly, Ranboo is the only one to open his door. Eyes purple, and a smile on his face. He sees Ponk after a moment, smile faltering before he looks to Dream.

Vroops and whoops are quickly exchanged between the two before Ranboo nods and moves to offer a hand, one that Ponk gladly takes. He's lead inside where it's warm and safe and there's a couch that looks just fine to spend the night on. Even though it doesn't appear like Ranboo is speaking English at the moment, Ponk offers his thanks anyways.

When Ponk looks outside, the dragon is gone. Footprints slowly being erased by the falling snow. Not a trace left behind of what happened, except for the memories. Sometimes it's better that way.

[apompkwrites]

love in their own way || albedo, childe, xiao, zhongli

masterlist characters: albedo, childe, xiao, zhongli genre: fluff summary: in which their s/o's aren't as forward about their emotions, but still manage to have their little tells that express their love. notes: i hope this meets the request! i had a lot of fun writing this! i just want the boys to be happy :)

albedo -

i like to think albedo is secretly clingy but doesn't allow himself to show it to anyone.

naturally, it's just because he's always holed up with his work.

when he consciously does it... it's because he's nervous.

remember the end of his quest when he's talking to himself at dragonspine?

that's why he's nervous.

anyway!!

he's not too bothered by the fact that you're more reserved.

he has a lot of work so he can't really dwell on the idea for too long.

just you being there when he's working is good enough for him :D

as we all know, this boy is very into experimentation and learning.

so trying to decipher your minuscule facial changes is actually really interesting to him!

he has a bunch of notes just on the little details he can find about you.

and since he's so observant, it doesn't take him long to realize that there are certain signs that only appear around him.

he'll notice them when he's painting you.

whenever he's waiting for results, he'll use the time to draw you <3

because he's done this, he practically has you memorized.

so imagine his surprise when he sees your expression change whenever he leaves your sight.

it takes him a while to actually be able to see this, but i'm sure it's because of timaeus and sucrose.

after all, they're around you a lot whenever albedo is busy.

they probably take a picture to show him something they did while he was gone and that's when he notices.

he doesn't even have to look at a different picture of you.

he can just tell you look different.

the little crinkle next to your eyes was gone.

your lips were more pursed than usual.

you now had a crease in between your brows you didn't have before.

the next time he sees you, he'll hold up the picture next to your face to confirm they're different.

he wants to ask why there's a "clear" difference in your appearance but he already knows why.

he'll ask you just to be sure, though--

your cheeks get a tiny tiny bit darker when you answer wholeheartedly.

it does make him chuckle when he hears that you're so smitten for him in your monotonous voice.

the picture sucrose and timaeus took isn't his favorite of you, so he ends up taking a new one when you two are both exploring dragonspine.

it's a reminder of how much you really love him <3

childe -

out of the four boys here, he's definitely (in my opinion) the most affectionate.

like, this boy will take whatever he can get to just hold you for a second.

especially if you're also from snezhnaya but came all the way to liyue to keep him company.

he's very family-oriented as we've seen, so he treasures these relationships.

now, with an unaffectionate s/o?

honestly, i don't think he'd be too upset about it.

like i said, he really treasures these familial relationships.

because of this, it's his top priority to make sure you feel comfortable in the relationship.

he won't necessarily keep his distance, but he won't be too clingy either.

he'll stand right beside you, enough to where you can almost feel his skin touching yours.

as for your expressionlessness...

it'll take him a bit to really understand how you're feeling.

it's a lot of communication because he doesn't want to mess anything up.

near the beginning of the relationship, he'd ask how you're feeling and if there's anything bothering you.

but once he finally notices the subtle differences in your face, such as a slight eyebrow raise or a tilt of the head, he'll be able to read you easier.

nothing too complex, but just enough for him to tell your emotions.

there is one subtle change that he always looks for, however.

he's realized, with the help of zhongli of course, that there is a specific characteristic that only happens when he's in your line of sight.

your lips are normally pressed in a fine line.

however, around him, the corners lift up ever-so-slightly.

the only reason he's able to see it is that he'll catch himself staring at your lips because he wants a kiss :)

once he sees that, he starts noticing your little quirks whenever you're around him.

you'll lean closer to him as you're walking through liyue harbor.

your eyes start to soften as he talks on and on about his day (and complains about scaramouche--).

he loves the idea that all of these little details about you only happen around him,

it makes him feel... important.

and loved.

even if he holds back from touching you, he'll settle for seeing your cold exterior melt around him.

xiao -

he's not too well versed in affection...

i mean, he's the vigilant yaksha that is known for being stoic just like you are.

you two are basically carbon copies of each other.

no affection and no clear expressions of love.

people (who know both you and xiao) often forget that you two are actually together.

like, they just think you two sit in silence when you're both tired of dealing with people.

they... aren't necessarily wrong.

the two of you are often found sitting at the balcony looking over liyue.

sometimes you bring him almond tofu to share :)

it's very rare for the two of you to actively show your love for each other, mainly because you both know your feelings.

although... xiao does have those moments.

it's not like he's completely oblivious to the whispers about you two.

and on the days where his karma acts up, he gets insecure.

he's... really scared that one day you'll leave just like the others.

it doesn't matter if you're a mortal or an adeptus, he's scared that one day he'll wake up and you'll be gone.

and if that ever comes, he's scared you'll pass on either doubting your feelings or his.

it doesn't help when he notices the difference in your attitude and appearance when he's around.

his first instinct is that he's doing something bad.

either you're angry or upset at his mere existence...

verr goldet's the one who has to explain why you seem different.

she's quite observant on her own, especially because you're the first person that xiao actively enjoys being around.

she'll be the one to tell him that it isn't because you're mad at him.

you have minuscule changes because that's how xiao makes you feel.

you're so soft around him and she can tell just from the small interactions she's seen of you.

for example, when you're talking to the chef downstairs, you have the same expression that xiao has when he's talking to people.

you're annoyed but you know how to handle it.

but when you're around xiao, it's like everything that bothers you disappears.

it's like you're in your own domain whenever he's around.

nothing else matters except for him.

and even if she's relying on small observations and pure intuition, she can tell that the changes are good.

your eyes that seem to look anywhere besides the person you are talking to are completely different from the ones that seem to only focus on xiao.

your normally stiff body relaxes every time you summon xiao at the balcony.

the tiny smile that graces your lips when you disappear to the top of the inn for hours on end.

verr goldet's explanation calms his heart.

his worries seem to disappear and the next time he sees you...

this is the one thing his karma can't take away. he'll be sure of it.

zhongli -

zhongli is also another person who isn't well versed in relationships.

although he isn't as inexperienced as xiao, it'll take some time for him to figure it out.

he's not someone who craves affection like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

he definitely would appreciate it but he completely understands that it isn't something you tend to give.

so instead, he'll show his love in the smaller things.

such as telling you stories, sharing tea, going out on walks, etc.

he's another person who is very observant, especially in people close to him.

his storytelling friends often ask him about your relationship with one another.

they try to bring it to his attention that you may not be as interested as he thinks you are.

of course, he'll simply laugh them off and tell them that they should listen to the person who knows you best.

he'll turn those questions into a big story and explain how they're mistaken about you.

he's never actively told anyone this, save for hu tao who tries to bug him into telling her, but he'll tell them about all of the tiny details that tell him your feelings.

when you're feeling upset, you puff out your cheeks a small bit.

when you're angry, your glare hardens at whatever is making you mad.

when you're happy, your lips part slightly.

when you're in love... well, that's a detail he'll keep for himself.

he's quick to say goodbye to his peers, practically rushing back to your shared home.

he's greeted by you as soon as he opens the door.

your stoic expressions... would be exactly the same to anyone else.

but to him, it's like you've lit up like a small puppy seeing their human parents come home after years.

you don't run up to him, but you turn to look at him and away from the book on the table.

he'll greet you with a quiet nod, pulling out the chair and sitting next to you.

he'll take the book from you, taking in your appearance for a moment.

your shoulders relax by a hair and you move your chair an inch closer to his.

you don't lean your head on his shoulder but you lean towards him as if you were about to.

it's these moments that make everything worth it to zhongli.

here, in your home and in your life, he's simply zhongli.

the man you fell in love with and allowed your reserved self to open up to.

and he would trade anything just to have these moments with you.

[babylooneytoonz]

The Vessel [Pt. 3]

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem! Reader

Summary: While you are trying to figure out why the Witcher is so abhorrent towards you, he finally gives you a hint as to why he doesn't like you. Also, you realize something— Yennefer and her spells can never go wrong.

Warnings: Geralt being a dick is what.

[My Masterlist] [My Witcher Masterlist - Read the other parts here!]

It had been weeks since you slept with Geralt of Rivia, but you hadn't been feeling any different. If it were up to you to say, you would say that Yennefer's plan didn't work— although you couldn't muster the courage to ask her directly if it did.

What made you so sure that the plan hadn't worked was the fact that Geralt and Yennefer had been fighting about something since a few nights and you could feel the strain in their relationship starting to show up. This hunch that you had only strengthened when one day, you unknowingly stumbled upon an argument between the Witcher and the Mage.

It was almost a week after that night on the Great Mount. Geralt had been indifferent towards you since then— not even bothering to spare a glance in your direction when the four of you were in the same proximity.

You were now back at Redania— your home, but so were Yennefer , Geralt and Jaskier— staying at your place like unwanted guests who were exceeding their stay.

Jaskier held two heavy logs in either of his arms, while your own hands were stuffed with the eggs from your coop, that you were intending to cook up for dinner tonight, when you heard shouting from one of the rooms upstairs.

"It was you that said that the plan would work. It didn't work, clearly."

You could recognize Geralt's voice from afar; broody, low and devoid of any emotion.

"Aren't you going to go check in on them?" You turned towards Jaskier and frowned, your eyes shooting upwards, fixing on the topmost stair before you withdrew it and fixed it on him again.

"Me? Stuck between a broody Witcher and a scary Witch? God save my poor soul then." Jaskier commented back as he placed the logs by the fireplace and began to light it.

"Jaskier—" You couldn't help but smile at him, as you placed the eggs on the table and blinked, turning towards him, "Yennefer isn't a witch, she is a mage. Besides—"

Before you could complete your sentence, Yennefer's shaky voice reached the both of you, and you couldn't help but wonder what was actually going on between the two of them.

"I don't understand what's gotten into you, Geralt. These things take time. Why won't you let the spell take it's due course?"

"Yen, your spell failed. It's high time you realize that."

You shook your head to yourself as you busied yourself with trying to prepare the stew for dinner, but your ears were fixed on them.

"You don't question my spells, Witcher. I know what I'm doing. Besides— now to come to think of it, did you even fuck her right?"

Jaskier couldn't help but snort, but when he looked at how red you suddenly were, he immediately masked his expressions as he propped himself next to you.

"Did he, [Y/N]?"

"Jaskier, I'm not having this conversation with you," You shook your head at him, exasperated that he was still bugging you with this question, "Now can you please help me out? I need help with the stew, Jas'." Jaskier stood up, whistling to himself as he fixed himself next to the pot, stirring it while you began working on getting the bread ready when the door above slammed shut and heavy footsteps began descending down the stairs. Both you and Jaskier turned to see a very annoyed Yennefer walk towards the front door, without her Witcher in tow, just like he already was.

"I've got some business to attend to in Novigrad, Jaskier." She pointedly ignored you, and you couldn't help but bite back the words threatening to spill out of your mouth. Living under your roof, she was behaving like you were an outsider. Secretly, you were thrilled that she was leaving , even though it was for a short while.

You watched, through the window as a portal suddenly emerged just outside of your barn, and she disappeared through it, leaving you and Jaskier gawking at each other, Jaskier finally speaking, "I say, trouble in paradise?"

"It's none of your concern, Jaskier. You really need to stop meddling with other people's businesses. Now would you be kind enough and go ask your friend to come down? Dinner's almost read—"

"Jaskier, come on now. We're leaving." Geralt cut you off as he finally appeared, all dressed in his tunic and breeches, his sword peeking out from behind him. You parted your lips, ready to ask him where he was off to but it was like he had already anticipated that this was going to come, so finally he looked at you, but with the same indifference with which he had treated you so far.

"It's time we move on. Keep the coin. Seems like Yennefer's plan failed after all—"

The sheer coldness in his voice stung you like a thorn but you didn't let him realize that. Slowly, you lifted the cloth, wiping your hands with it, trying to act just as indifferent towards him— even though you felt like you had been betrayed, which you mentally cursed yourself for.

This was going to happen one day or the other— and wasn't it better that they were finally going to be out of your life now? And not later when they would mercilessly pull your babe away from a mother's breast and call it their own?

"Where are we going, Geralt? We can atleast stay for dinner, a man needs to eat—"

"We will roast a deer on our way, Jaskier." Geralt's irritation was evident from his tone, so the bard turned towards you, choosing now to ignore the Witcher with a sulk on his face.

"Oh Jaskier," you whispered, softly, "Don't you worry. I'll quickly pack some food for you, for the way."

"Oh hush, woman, don't go so soft on me, I would want to switch the roles with that broody gentleman over there."

Your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire; and you were sure you had turned a tomato red. You instinctively looked away, quickly finding yourself a distraction at the table as you began packing some bread and ham in a cloth satchel for him to take along with him— fighting back the smile that craved to break out.

"Jaskier, you are free to stay here for as long as you want, the minute I get on Roach, I leave," grumbling, the White Wolf slammed the front door shut as he walked off, your eyes suddenly widening, as the smile was quickly replaced by a lingering hurt upon listening to his words. Why did he hate you so much? Was it because you couldn't give him— them— the child they so desperately wanted?

"Okay thank you for the dinner, and don't, like DO NOT mind him, he has always been a grumpy ham."

Jaskier took the satchel, flinging it over his shoulder, whilst at the same time grabbed his lute and immediately darted out, and by that time, the Witcher was already trotting towards the main path. You fixed yourself by the front door, watching the poor bard struggle to catch up with him and once the two of them were out of sight, you went back inside.

If there was anything that turned a bright way for you after the three of them stepped out of your life for good was the fact that you had enough coin on you now to last for atleast a year. You bought three new goats so you could milk them and sell the milk in the village, along with the eggs.

But the void remained—

The night's were the most difficult, because there were nights when you woke up to a dream where a certain white haired, amber eyed man was laying in bed with you, his thick palm resting on your waist, your back pressed against him as he spooned you.

Maybe it was because you couldn't sleep that night too, that you did not miss the strangled groan that you heard from outside your window. You forced yourself to sit up, rubbing your eyes as you leaned over the window to look out but you couldn't see anything. Just then, someone began pounding on your front door, startling you.

It didn't take you long to run down the stairs, still dressed in your chemise, your arms wrapped around your arms as the knocking became frantic and urgent. When you opened the door, you felt like someone had kneed you in the gut—

"Jaskier?" The bard looked a mess, his clothes were bloody and dirty, his hair slick and sticking to his face.

"I didn't know who else to go to nearby. Geralt needs—" Jaskier began, and the two of you turned towards Roach. Geralt was although perched atop, he was now arching forward, his body almost limp, his head resting against the saddle.

"What happened, Jaskier?" You ran out towards Roach, who whinnied at you, perhaps having sensed that something was wrong with her owner. You placed your palm on Geralt's shoulder, but the minute your palm came in contact with him, he grunted and looked up, and you saw how weak and pale he looked, "I told J-Jaskier — I'm f-fine.. Jaskier.. Jaskier..fuck.. Novigrad.. I asked you to take us to ... Novigrad."

Geralt of Rivia was injured, the flesh on his side had almost been ripped apart by what looked like claws, and yet he was being a stubborn pig. You grabbed him by the fabric of his tunic, balling the fabric as you began literally dragging him off the horse, paying no heed to his annoying murmurs.

"Jaskier, can you help? I alone cannot get him off, you know?"

Helping Geralt walk into your home was a difficult task but somehow, you and Jaskier convinced Geralt to do it. You sat the very injured Geralt by the fire and knelt down in between the space of his legs, using gentle fingers as you rolled up the torn fabric of the tunic. He hissed when your fingers came in contact with his clawed flesh and that's when you saw how massive the claw marks were.

"Who did that to him, Jaskier?" You let go off the big man as you stood up, your hands now caked in Geralt's blood. You ran up to one of the wooden racks that stood by the fireplace with a dozen glass bottles on it. You grabbed the mortar and pestle, placing it on the table in front of you, as Jaskier lowered himself on a chair, now wiping the blood off his face with a washcloth.

"I swear you should have seen it, it was the tallest harpy I have ever seen— well technically, it's the first harpy I've ever seen," he mumbled, and you couldn't help but give him a weak smile as you began to look for the ingredients to make a paste for Geralt's wounds.

"What are you looking for?" Jaskier asked, intrigued, as he watched you fiddle with the glass containers.

"Turmeric, Jaskier. It will stop his bleeding, although had he been human, that injury would have killed him— instantly," you pointedly stared at Jaskier, and he gulped nervously when your words finally registered into the back of his mind. You quickly turned away, resuming your search for the other ingredients. You pulled out two containers; one with lotus petals and the other one containing chamomile, placing it on the table, next to the mortar and pestle.

"Jaskier, while I prepare the paste, can you get Geralt to lie down by the fire? And take off his—" You pointed towards his tunic that was already ripped apart, hanging loosely by his side. Jaskier immediately nodded, getting to work.

You knelt down next to Geralt. His eyes were open, but his face was sweaty and his breathing was uneven; his lips tightly pressed together as he stared at the fire. Your fingers delicately moved over the gashes on his side, and he didn't flinch as much now.

"Can you sit up, Geralt? I need to bandage your waist."

That's when he turned towards you, regarding you briefly as he grunted, pushing himself up slightly and you quickly bandaged his wound with a cloth, securely tying it around his waist before he fell back against the makeshift bedding you had created for him by the fireplace.

You were finally done tending to the man's wounds so you stood up, moving to wash your hands by the sink, when Geralt's voice reached you, startling you.

"I told Jaskier not to bother you. Yennefer could have fixed this."

Your head sharply turned towards him, and you parted your lips, but it was as if your words were lodged to your throat, refusing to come out.

"You can't put all the blame on Jaskier. He could have left you to rot, stolen your mare and left, but he stuck around to ensure you were brought back to safety. You need to learn to swallow that thick ego of yours and give the bard some credit," you intentionally chose not to talk of Yennefer.

He grunted in response, shifting slightly so he could get comfortable, his body tilted at an angle towards the fire that you could see more of his back— full of old scars— this one will be adding to it soon.

"Are you a healer?"

His question pulled you off track.

You shook your head, wiping your hands with a clean cloth, reaching out for one of the blankets that you had stored for yourself as a winter supply, placing it over Geralt's legs— with half a mind that you will have to fight him for this act too— but much to your surprise, Geralt of Rivia accepted the blanket, pulling it over his chest.

"No, not a healer, just a woman with a passion to know things. You see, living alone you need to know certain things as you never know what life is going to throw your way."

"Hm," he fell quiet, and all the two of you could now listen to were the embers erupting from the fire.

The next few minutes, Geralt was quiet, so assuming that he had fallen asleep, just like the bard had; already snoring away to glory, you pulled your chair closer to the fireplace, lowering yourself against it as you began working on another blanket for Jaskier.

"You should have said no."

Startled to hear the low broody voice again, you looked up but this time found Geralt sitting on the makeshift bedding, the pads of his feet resting against the floor, his back turned towards the fire but his face turned towards you.

"Geralt, you should lie down—"

"You should have said no to Yennefer, but you agreed although you knew what she wanted to make you do."

"Says the man who makes a living slaying monsters. Would you say no to a good bounty if that meant being paid enough to last you a year?" You snapped at him, not meeting his gaze.

"You needed coin, there were thousand other ways to do it."

"Like what, Geralt? Don't you think I tried all these ways you are talking about?" The half done blanket now lay forgotten at your feet, and you were standing, towering over Geralt, your lips trembling with rage. How dare he?

"There are many brothels in Redania that I know of that would have gladly taken you in."

"You know what, Witcher?" You spat, "I'm NOT having this conversation with you. I don't like you anymore than you like me, so there's no point in even speaking. Once you are well enough, I would gladly have you out of my home."

You turned away from him, and then blinked, for you couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, as a thick chunk of a tear rolled down your cheek. Swallowing bitterly, you began climbing up the stairs, rather loudly, when Geralt mumbled, "You won't see us when you wake up tomorrow, don't worry."

Ignoring him, you reached the topmost stair, but when Jaskier began speaking to Geralt in a low voice, you couldn't help but pause, inching your ear towards them so you could listen to what they were saying.

"Why do you insist on being like that with her, Geralt?"

Jaskier's words were followed by what sounded like a bitter laugh, and a cough.

"I knew you were awake. I wondered why you didn't jump in to defend her like you always do, Jaskier."

"That is not the point, Ger—"

"If you must know why I can't stop being the way I am around her is because every single time I see her, I'm reminded of the false hope that Yennefer gave me, Witchers are sterile, and that's how it is, I should have known than to fall into Yennefer's words."

He was hating for you something you hadn't even done. You gave him hope, or Yennefer did?

You would have stood there and continued listening to what more he had to say, but you couldn't help it— your face turning sour, when sudden nausea hit you. Your palm instinctively flew up to your lip; making you almost double over and your eyes lifted up, scanning the area for anything you could use to relieve yourself. Grabbing an empty basket that lay close by, you fell down on your knees, your knees scraping against the wood of your flooring and you began wretching out the contents of your stomach, sweat trickling down your forehead as dread filled you up. You were scared that Yennefer's spell had worked. Your palm flew to your flat belly and you pursed your lips together, blinking away the tears and wiping the corner of your lips.

Now that you had wished for the spell to fail, it had perhaps, worked. Maybe things weren't destined to go about the way you wanted them to— all you wanted was to watch Geralt of Rivia leave you alone for good and never come back [Wishful thinking]. But if, the spell had worked, it meant that you were probably carrying his Witcher baby, and that meant, you will have to see more of the white haired man with amber eyes, whether you liked it, or not.

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[pretoriafics]

Russian Roulette - Pt. 6

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: Scott tells you Derek is missing, right on the night you got a nightmare with him. Then, Peter came to your bedroom trying to find out where his nephew is. Word count: 1.496 Pairings: Reader x Alpha!Peter Hale Original characters of this chapter: Sebastian, your host dad, and boss. Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Five | Chapter 7 RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You took Derek to your bedroom and take care of his injuries. The girls were already sleeping as soon as Bennie and Sebastian. Both of you had spent part of the night talking about all the situation, and you finally found out how Scott became a werewolf. But then, Derek leaves, saying that he needs to hide, and you fell asleep.

But that night, you had a weird and terrifying dream.

You were trapped. You had chains on your wrist, and you were trapped in some kind of basement. A door opens, and a blond woman got in. And when she put a light over your face, you saw a scared Allison looking at you.

Then, you realized that you aren't trapped there. Derek was the real prisoner of that scene. You were just watching things from his perspective.

Sweating as hell, you woke up scared. When you met Derek that day in the car accident, the weird lady came to you. Then, when both of you come to the hospital, you suddenly had learned how to fight. And now after taking care of his injuries and chat with him through the night, you had a nightmare with him.

Always when you see him, something weird happens to you. Is that something common when you deal with werewolves?

You stand up from your bed, ready for another day of work. You go to your bathroom and take your clothes off, ready for a relaxing bath because, God, you need it already. When you turn your back, you remember about your mark.

You put your hair up and go to the large mirror close to you. The red lines in your spine, now, are black, just like a tattoo. The quote "Ad Lunae Lumina" is legible than ever. And you have no idea of how it happened.

With your thoughts a complete mess, you finish your bath, put on your clothes, and give the girl's breakfast. Then, Sebastian entered the house with a box. You gave him a smile.

"Morning, Bash."

"Morning, super Au pair." He gave you a weak smile, and you look at him. Something is wrong. "I need to talk with you. Can we go to the living room?"

"Sure."

You gave a smile to the girls and follow Sebastian to the living room. He put the box on the floor.

"Look, (Y/N)..." He says, letting out a long sigh "I know you did a new friend. Haytham, am I right? You said he's an old and lonely man, so you were doing some company on him."

"Yeah," You said, knowing there's something wrong "What's happened with him?"

"A woman found him dead this morning. Animal attack, you know. Or just a Derek Hale thing. Me and Sheriff Stilinski still don't know why he does all of this seems like an animal attack, but we're working on it."

Your heart failed a beat for one instant. Oh, god. That was how Peter escaped from your bullet: He killed Haytham to stole the bullets as a way to heal himself.

"But, look" He opened the box and, there, he takes an envelope "He left you this letter and some books. I'm sorry for your loss. Do you need time to absorb this?"

Still shocked, you shook your head.

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm just... in shock. I really don't saw this coming."

"Okay. Let me know if you need a break, okay?"

You nod positively for him.

"Thank you, Bash."

Sebastian walks to the kitchen to talk with Sarah and Nat, and you open the envelope Haytham let you:

"Dear (Y/N),

I know I haven't finished my job with you, but I'll let those books and the name of someone who can help you. You'll find him at the Animal Clinic of Beacon Hills. His name is Deaton, you can trust him.

Sincerely,

Haytham."

You let out a long sigh. God, you were so fucked up.

.

You had just put the kids to bed and, gosh, you were so tired! When you took your phone, you saw a message from Scott.

"Hi. Be careful. Derek's on Peter's side. I saw them together. Also, Derek just simply disappeared. Be careful if he appears to you, okay? Call me if you need any help."

You narrow your eyes. Is Derek on Peter's side? Damn. Seems like thing is getting worse and worse. Well, during the circumstances, you think you should sleep with your silver dagger under your pillow.

You take your clothes off and take the second bath of the day, this one because you really need to relax your body. You put on your pajamas, and when you leave your bathroom, you almost got a heart attack: Peter was in your bedroom, with crossed arms. He is clearly waiting for you.

"Oh, good night, (Y/N)." He looks at you, even with some lust in his eyes. "It's a really tiny pajama. Matches perfectly with your... perfect skin."

His comment gave shivers to you. The last thing you need now is a psycho werewolf hitting on you.

"Sorry, but you aren't my type."

"Unfortunately." Peter give some steps forward, getting close to you. "But I'm pretty sure Derek is your type, so... I'll ask politely: Where is him?"

Yeah, he definitely was your type, but this isn't on discussion right now. You arch your eyebrows, pretty confused about the question.

"Why do you think I know it?"

"Because I felt your scent the last time I saw him. So, answer me."

"Of course, you felt my scent on him. He was here last night. I took care of his injuries."

"And you don't know where he is?"

"No."

Peter put his claws out and slides them by your skin with his eyes red as blood. His actions were a warning.

"You spend the night together, and you really think I'll believe that shit? Answer me: Where is him?"

A shiver of fear runs through your body, and your heart was punching inside your chest. God.

"Say it," Peter says, with a low and threatening voice "Or believe me, I'll love to rip Bennie's pretty neck."

"Derek just said that he needed to hide, and then he leaves. I don't know where he is, I swear!"

Then, your mind had a click. Maybe you knew where he is.

"What?" Peter looks at you, knowing you thought about something.

"You'll think I'm crazy, but I don't care. I had a dream with Derek."

"Oh, God." Peter rolled his eyes, turning his back for you, and moving away from you "I don't have time for your sexual dreams."

"He was locked, with chains on his wrists, and I saw a blonde woman. I had the feeling that she was showing Derek to Allison."

When Peter heard you, he stops to walk and turns to glares at you.

"Go on."

"I had the impression that he was in a basement."

Peter approaches you again.

"And what your feelings say about the place? Do you think you can say a place he is right now?"

"I don't know."

"No, I'm serious. Try to concentrate on yourself."

You are feeling ridiculous talking about a dream with a man who is threatening you with death. However, you lock those feelings somewhere in your heart and just act instinctively: You close your eyes and takes a deep breath. Suddenly, you feel a cold breeze on your skin and whispers in your ears - those who you just simply can't understand so well, but you are pretty sure those whispers are carrying you somewhere. Then, you felt: It was him. Somehow, you are feeling Derek. You feel his warmth, his presence, his smells. It's just like he is close to you.

You also felt he had a familiarity with the place he is right now. And you open your eyes.

"So?" Peter was looking at you, full of expectations. Your heart was beating fast as hell. You haven't even known you could do that thing! Maybe all of that was possible because of the mark you have on your back...

"I think he's on his old house... The one who was on fire."

"Wow..." Peter was looking at you completely fascinated "I had never seen one of you before."

You cringe.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You have a mark on your back, Am I right? Just like a tattoo, who says..."

"Ad Lunae Lumina. Yeah, I know. But I don't know anything about it. I'm trying to find out."

"Let me see your arms."

You show him your arms, and Peter notices, on your forearm, a few red lines taking forms. It was another mark that was being created.

"Oh, it's pretty recent..."

You pull your arms back to you, staring at Peter with a serious face.

"Don't tell anybody."

"I won't, but... I'll need your help."

"I've already helped you."

"Not enough. Come on, put on your clothes. You'll go with me."

[danceworshipper]

Giulio Moretti - HPMA Character Profile

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NOTE: I am a cisgender female. As such, I have been hesitant to make a trans oc and will not be going into much detail about Giulio's experiences specifically related to his gender. If anything in here feels iffy to anyone not cisgender, please let me know and I'll correct it

Personal

Full Name: Giulio Antonio Moretti

Gender: Male (trans)

Sexuality: Demisexual, polyamorous

Birthday: June 1st

Age: 11

Birthstone: Alexandrite

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Blood Status: Full Veela

- I'm mostly using these headcanons written by @carmilla-the-bird, though over time I might end up changing a couple details

- I'm not certain if full Veelas would even use wands/go to magic school but these ones do because I say so

- What I'm specifically adding is that since HPMA takes place later than the full HP series, there has been a new method developed to allow full veelas to better coexist with wizards. This comes in the form of a clear gemstone that can be inserted into any piece of jewelry, usually necklaces. While the stone is worn, the charm [or allure, as I call it] that all veelas have while glamored is dampened by up to 80%. Another effect is that when angered, the veela won't be able to lash out with their fire magic, unless they've trained their magic well enough that's it's less of an instinct and more of a conscious choice. Minors are legally required to wear it at all times, except in their own home with only their family around. Once an adult the veela can choose whether they want to wear it or not. The stone has a similar trace to underaged magic, so when a Veela who's a minor takes it off, the Ministry is alerted and their location will be tracked

3 Positive Traits:

- Empathetic

- Resourceful

- Playful

3 Negative Traits:

- Irritable

- Addictive

- Pessimistic

Usual First Impression: When meeting Giulio, most people see him as a spoiled and stuck up little boy. This isn't true. He's just very wary of strangers, so he doesn't tend to leave a good first impression. Once he's more comfortable around someone, his positive traits outshine the more negative ones

Location

Birthplace: A Veela-specific clinic in southern Italy. His mother travelled there for all of her children's births, and the midwife there is the woman who delivered her

Current Home: His family home in England, a medium sized house under a strict Fidelius charm, which his aunt is the Secret Keeper for. His bedroom is on the second floor, looking out over the fish pond in the backyard

Future Home(s): Fresh out of Hogwarts he'll share an apartment with Lori with heavily warded Floo access. Later homes TBD once his love interests are planned out

Favorite Place: The little house the family rents for a month every summer in southern Italy. The town is full of good culture, and better yet, good food. It feels peaceful, even when there's a loud festival going on

Disliked Place: The woods a mile down the road from his home. The woods are the last place Giulio saw his grandmother before she went missing, and now they feel like they're haunted. He refuses to go on walks there anymore

Appearance

Face Shape: Round, slightly pointy chin

Eye Color: Deep teal

Hair Color: Whitish blond

Hair Style: Self cut (horrifies his mother), slightly uneven, medium length. Not brushed every day, fluffy

Skin Tone: Pale

Freckles/Spots: A few beauty marks on his face, two near his right eye and one on the left side of his chin

Scars: None yet

Piercings/Tattoos: None

Height: 5'7" [fully grown]

Weight: ~ 135 lbs [fully grown]

Physique: Thin. Luckily for him, Giulio's family has always had rather "boyish" bodies - wide shoulders, not very curvy - but he's still got too much woman in him to be fully happy with his form

Clothing Style: Baggy tops, loose pants, nothing fancy. Giulio tries to attract as little attention as possible, because while he's glamored people stare at him a lot anyway, even with the dampener. He does like colored pants, but his tops are usually grey and black. His dampening necklace is the most eye catching thing he wears (as it was a gift from his missing grandmother) and he wishes he could take it off, but he legally can't

Carried Items:

- The last picture of him, his sisters, and his grandmother ever taken

- A lighter. He likes having the fire near him since he can't access his own fire magic

- His hair scissors, for whenever he feels like it needs to be trimmed

- A container of Silly Putty he got from a Muggle convenience store

- His water bottle

Magic

Wand: 10" Veela hair wand in Fir wood. A very pale colored wand that's a bit rough around the edges. The hair is from his younger sister Martina, who yanked the strand right out and handed it to the wandmaker after no wands appeared to choose a very defeated looking Giulio. The wand was made while Giulio watched, and he checked it many times throughout the process to make sure it felt like it would have him, which it did.

Animagus: As a veela, Giulio can transform into pretty much any bird shape. He has no need to go through the animagus process

Boggart Form: Him, fully matured, very womanly, and in a wedding gown just like the ones his older sister Alessia fawns over

Riddikulus Form: Him in a ridiculously exaggerated Bloody Baron costume

Amortentia (to others): Someone smelling Giulio would smell new pillows, the faint burning metal scent that clings to him, and the dry shampoo he uses

Amortentia (to them): He doesn't smell any sort of romantic interest yet. What he smells now are safe, comforting smells, like the cigars his mother and aunt smoke, the perfume all his sisters use, and the smell of his favorite restaurant in southern Italy

Patronus: Bird of Paradise

Happiest Memory: Receiving his wand once it was completed, and finally feeling the connection and power he'd heard so much about but thought he'd never have

Mirror of Erised: Some might consider it sad, but all he sees is him, happy, the way he wishes he was - including not looking at all like a Veela. Someday this will change

Family Spells: It's not really a spell, but the Morettis have a particular bird call that, when paired with the right charm, will alert every living family member to the caller's location, should one desperately need help. It's only to be used in emergencies. Giulio isn't sure he wants to know why his grandmother never used it

Inherent Magic: Veela stuff - storm sense, fire, bird transformations, allure, slight levitation abilities

Family

Grandmother: Francesca is not an ideal parental figure. She grew up in a time when full Veelas were treated with nearly the same suspicion and prejudice as werewolves, so she's very anti-human. However, she was still one of Giulio's best defenders and most treasured family members. She places a huge importance on family and is the one who came up with the idea of the special danger call. Francesca went missing when Giulio was seven, and there have been no clues as to what happened.

Mother: Valentina is a kind, gentle woman who cares for her family before anyone else. She and her sister were taught all their lives to be nothing more than a pretty face, and while Bianca rejected this, Valentina embraced it. Even now, with her own mother nowhere to be found, she has trouble remembering to be herself. She wears her necklace at all times, terrified to be without it

Father: Giulio never knew him. He's not sure he even has one

Aunt: Bianca is, in many ways, the exact opposite of her sister. Bianca embraces all of her less than proper instincts, and even walks around in public completely unglamored, acting as a good deterrent to anyone who might want to come say hi, innocent intentions or not. Gets angry very easily, and has caused public property damage more often than Valentina would appreciate

Sisters: Two older sisters, one younger. All Slytherins while in school

- Alessia, six years older, prefect. A headstrong young woman who takes advantage of her allure to get what she wants, and is skilled enough to fight off anyone who gets too "friendly". She likes to have a collection of boy toys she never lets get too close, but secretly only has eyes for the Hufflepuff prefect, Lina.

- Emilia, four years older, Quidditch captain. Hates her allure with a passion and refuses to even think about romance until she's out of school. Could kick anyone's ass, and will do so if she feels the need to. Very protective of Giulio, has gotten into at least eight shouting matches with those who misgender him

- Martina, one year younger. The baby of the family. A bit of a spoiled brat, and too young to fully understand exactly why her older siblings are all so wary of strangers, or letting her out of their sight. She dreams of being the Minister of Magic, and of being able to take her "stupid, ugly, and stupid" necklace off for good

Pets: The two family screech owls which trade off being at school/home, and an Abraxan Giulio found on Hogwarts grounds that likes him a lot

Family Values: The Morettis hold nothing higher than each other. The family's main priority is sticking together, and always doing whatever they can to help each other achieve whatever they wish. The family is also, as a whole, rather reclusive

Opinion of Family: Giulio loves his family. For all their faults, they hold true to their values and he couldn't imagine one of them ever betraying another. Even if they won't ever truly understand him, they've all tried and they do what they can, and it means more than he can say

Friendships

Introverted or Extroverted: Introverted

Best Friend: Oleander Loris. Her anger issues, her weird pink eyes, and her tendency to drag him along to social outings are all things that Giulio comes to appreciate over time. He originally became curious about her on the train ride to school, when she stumbled looking at his older sisters but didn't notice him at all, and they spoke for the first time in Flying class. Lori is definitely a force to be reckoned with, and the fact that she's not affected by his allure in the slightest makes him feel really happy

Worst Friend: TBD

Friend He Didn't Expect: Cassandra. They aren't the best of friends, and maybe they can't be considered friends at all, but she doesn't hold the contempt she seems to hold for most others for him

Who He Wishes Was His Friend: Kestra Fernera. She's got fire powers, and she doesn't have to be chained down by the Ministry. He thinks she's super cool, and is very jealous of her and how popular she is, but he's far too nervous to try and talk to her

List of Casual Friends:

- Brian Haywood-Reese @catohphm

- others TBD, but likely the main cast of the game. Mc friends welcome, if any are interested!

Romance

Current Crush: None

Current Partner: None

Past Partners: None

Future Partners: TBD

His Type: Pretty much anyone who's able to look past the allure that Giulio hates so much and also isn't afraid of him in his natural form, though most people haven't even seen it

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Prefect Status: No

Quidditch: Not on the team, but plays casually

Clubs: TBD

Organizations: None

Favorite Class: Flying. Duh

Least Favorite Class: Potions. It gives him a headache surrounded by all the fumes

Favorite Professor: TBD

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Timeline

Young Childhood:

- Giulio realizes young that he hates the idea of being a girl, and insists that his mother change his name. His family thought it was a phase, but once they realized it wasn't, they became more serious and started to see what they could do to help him

- He's a sheltered child, learning early the importance of staying close to a trusted adult. He sees the horrors of what can happen to a Veela caught unaware at a young age when he almost loses his mother to someone who wanted to sell her, and never looks at strangers the same way again

- At five years old Giulio is given his dampener necklace. He refuses to wear it until his grandmother forcibly puts it on him. He decides it's not that bad, though it feels like it's choking him and he doesn't like the muted feeling in his hands that comes from the loss of his instinctual magic

- At seven years old, Giulio is on a walk with his grandmother in the woods when he hears a loud screech. She sends him back toward the house, saying she'll be right behind him. Hours pass, and she never follows. There's no evidence as to what that screech was, or what happened to his grandmother

- At eleven years old, Giulio spends a week traveling to different wandmakers around Europe trying to find a wand so he can go to school in the fall. For some reason, his magic is picky and not a single wand even comes close to working for him. When he's given up all hope, his little sister Martina asks if the wandmaker takes custom orders, and rips out her own hair to be used for Giulio's wand. It's the first time Giulio cries happy tears, hovering his hand over the uncompleted wand and feeling it call to him already

School Years: TBD once I'm able to play the game

Post Graduation: Giulio moves into an apartment with Lori soon after graduating. While she immediately starts work, Giulio takes time to find some higher education, and work on training his Veela magic now that he can take his necklace off whenever he wants

Career(s): TBD

Marriage and Children: TBD

Death: Giulio will be murdered by [redacted] in order to save [redacted]'s life, but he'll be very old (around 200) and will have outlived his lovers, so he doesn't see it as too much of a shame. He'll be buried in the family garden and have some lovely flower bushes planted over him

Notable Facts Not Previously Mentioned

- The Veela magic in Giulio recognizes him as a boy as soon as he does. When his allure kicks in, anyone attracted to men finds themself affected, while those strictly into women do not, even though male Veelas are practically unheard of

- His aunt Bianca paid a personal visit to Hogwarts before he was enrolled, ready to throw flames if he was going to be put into the female dorms. Luckily, she didn't need to worry, as once the situation was explained it was settled with a simple change in his paperwork

- Giulio hates being cooped up indoors for too long. Even in the coldest days of winter, he'll spend as much time as possible outside

- Starting in third year, Lori will figure out how to get the necklace off of him without alerting anyone [putting it on herself within a few seconds], and Giulio will occasionally spend a few hours free and in his natural form in the Forbidden Forest. Unbeknownst to him, wearing the necklace saps at Lori's magical core, and it takes her a day or so to regain her strength if she wears it for more than thirty minutes

- Giulio will likely have three partners in the future. He could never even imagine having one, so if his younger self was told he would have three he would probably have a difficult time believing it

- Cutting his hair so frequently doesn't affect his magic like his mother feared it would, though he does feel nauseous when he does it

- The dark teal eyes are something only he and his sisters have, which is how he knows they all have the same "father" or whatever they had. His mother, aunt, and grandmother all have the traditional black eyes. Not even Alessia ever saw any type of man around when her younger siblings were born, so there are no clues as to how the four of them exist

- As much as he hates the dampener, it does him a lot of good when he's younger. He gets angry easily and often feels very defensive, so without it he could have gotten into a lot of trouble

- Though he doesn't like his allure, Giulio will sometimes take advantage of it like Alessia does if he wants to get out of something. He won't fight it, he'll play nice, and let whoever he needs to back off get a little dazed

- He wanted to hide the fact that he was a Veela when he first came to Hogwarts, but with two older sisters and his allure he couldn't

[imagineabrighterworld]

Psy-Cutie pt. 1

Summary // Mind Jack is an S-ranked villain who always manages to evade capture. You are a florist working in the city and never really minded what was happening around you. You kept an ear open for more relevant news, but you never heard of Mind Jack or his schemes. This works in Hitoshi Shinso's favor as he crashes into your shop one day, injured and unable to take care of himself. Lucky for him, you are just the healer he needs.

A/N: Based loosely on the song American Beauty/American Psycho, hope you enjoy! ^^

- - -

Hitoshi knew two things when he woke up in an unfamiliar bed.

One. He was in pain.

Two. He was safe.

He knew he was safe with clear surety because if the person who saved him knew who he was, he would have on handcuffs and a muzzle rather than a blanket and bandages.

-4 hours earlier-

Twisting the dial of his mask, Hitoshi tests the new vocals he had acquired.

"Help me! Please Akane!" The voice of a 45 year old woman echoes in the room, bouncing off the concrete walls. The voice belonged to Hiromi Sasaki, the wife of a broker who had ties to several Pro Heroes in the Coruscant district. She had been a thorn in Hitoshi's side what with her providing new equipment and upgraded tech to superheroes. Last month he had nearly been foiled by a beam that concentrated a hypnotic ray. But now he had the perfect plan to get rid of her.

Or rather, get rid of her clients privacy.

"Hiromi! Are you here?!" Akane yells from afar, finally catching up to him after following the sound of her wife from blocks away. Now that they were in a closed and controlled area, Hitoshi felt no need to continue this game of cat and mouse.

"How precious." His voice rings out. "You really do love her don't you. If only that love was enough to keep her safe." He steps out from his spot behind a pillar, looking at the now frozen broker who stood still at the doorway. Her eyes were wide open, a blank canvas.

He stalks forward, lowering his mask into the folds of his capture weapon. "You're going to listen to me now." Hitoshi beckons her with a finger, walking backwards to a single chair. "Come. Let's go over the terms of our agreement."

The woman sits down on the rickety chair, showing no signs of fear as it buckles under her weight.

"From now on, you'll be attaching these to all the equipment you sell to your heroes." He unties a small bag from his waist and tosses it onto her lap. They were tracking devices. "If you get caught, your wife will not come back from what I'll do to her."

Nothing, nothing showed on her face that she was listening, but he knew his instructions ran clear. He could feel his control taking over. His quirk had evolved since his time at U.A, no longer was his brain washing temporary, no, he could give long term instructions. It was very, very useful. An evolution he was sure his old classmate would have loved to jot down. But today wasn’t a day for lamenting old friendships he already burned.

Bang!

His focus snaps to the wall next to him, the concrete was beginning to crack as a barrage of fists pummeled into it.

Shit.

"Don't forget what I told you." Hitoshi pulls his mask back into place, cutting off his connection to the broker, not sparing another second to watch her as he bolts to the farthest window with his capture weapon in hand.

Breaking through the glass he sends the end of the scarf to a faraway pole, using it to swing onto a nearby building. He curls into a ball and tumbles to lessen the impact on his joints before sprinting across the rooftops. Narrowly he evades the paralyzing bullets of police officers on the ground, shouting to the heroes who were hot on his tail.

It was fun, in a way, they were finally making it fun for him after being so easily put down.

But the heroes were prepared for him. Finally, they learned to bring proper backup.

"Mind Jack!" The hero Racer yells from the rooftop next to him. The hero beside them creates a ramp of metal, allowing Racer to send themselves flying onto the rooftop he was currently on.

Hitoshi coils his capture weapon around Racer's leg as they fly midair, twisting them around and throwing them into the new hero behind him. The group that had begun to accumulate was a mixture of A and C ranked heroes, which normally would be easily handled by himself. But he was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of a telekinetic that sent him plummeting into the ground and through the floors below him.

“Damn!” His scarf wraps around the exposed edge of a steel pillar poking out of the concrete floor, allowing him to swing out of sight from the heroes that continued their path downward where they assumed he had fallen. But it didn’t mean he was safe.

All he remembers is the cold wind rushing past him as he breaks through the window of the thirtieth floor and freefalls to the unforgiving ground.

- Now -

Now he was staring at a pitcher of water with slices of lemons and leaves of mint.

Just where did he land?

"Oh you're awake!" A voice chimes in from behind a curtain. He squints at the fuzzy shadow, making out something round and human shaped.

A hand grabs the curtain and pulls it aside, the roundness now obviously a ceramic pot and the human shaped figure.. A very cute human.

He tilts his head as he watches you balance the pot of dirt on your hip, your cheeks smudged along with your gloved hands.

Who were you?

"You scared me earlier! I almost didn't get to you in time." You place the pot on a chair and pull up a stool from the vanity against the wall, crossing your legs as you sat down. "My quirk is a little reckless, so I was afraid I might hurt you more than help you. But you're a sturdy one."

"What is-!" Hitoshi cringes at the pain in his throat, reaching up a hand to cup his jugular. It felt like crushed glass was grinding against his vocal cords.

You stood up at the sound of his voice, already preparing a cup of water to give to him. "My quirk? It's repel. I can repel anything, living or non-living- but the force I exert can change from moment to moment if I'm not careful. So when I saw you falling, I had to use it in small bursts to keep you from smacking the pavement too hard."

Well, he was asking for your name but he took the water anyway, looking it over for traces of a sedative. Deeming it clean, he mouths a quick ‘thank you’ before drinking.

Using the opportunity to collect clues on what kind of person his host was, Hitoshi takes in the sight around him. A pitcher of water on a chipped black nightstand. Macrame potted plants hanging by an open window. A wardrobe with a sweater peeking out. A worn beige carpet on vinyl floors. Photographs of friends and family. Clippings of plants and dried out flowers in picture frames. 

Nothing out of the ordinary. Safe.

A part of him wanted to cringe. How long had it been since he was around something so ordinary? He didn’t live in places long enough to decorate it. He didn’t leave windows open, chancing a police officer spotting him. He didn’t have any of these things you had.

“So..”

He turns his attention back to you.

“Would you happen to be Hitoshi Shinso?”

His grip on the cup tightens instinctively. Without his voice to activate his quirk, he settles on relying on his physicality. Hitoshi reaches instinctively for the scarf around his neck-

But it wasn’t there.

He settles on a nod, preparing to bolt out of the bed should you try screaming for help. Even without his scarf, he was prepared to scale the walls if he had to.

However, it isn't a yell of fear that he is met with. Surprise floods him as he watches your face light up with a smile. You lean forward with your hands tucked under your thighs. “Really?! I watched you in the U.A sports festivals when I was a teenager! You were amazing!”

Without knowing it, his hand raised from his neck to his face, covering his mouth as you continued on, a warmth building in his cheeks.

“I live pretty far away, but I took a trip to U.A. for my second year, and to see you take down students twice your size was so cool! You really worked hard after the first festival and it showed-“ A blush of your own takes root on your face. You scoot your seat backwards. “Ah- sorry about that.. I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

He shakes his head, looking at you with much softer eyes. He was a villain. And had been a villain after leaving amid his third year at U.A. He didn’t regret his decision and never cared for the love the media gave his former classmates. He didn’t need praise or the affection of strangers. He didn’t care about any of that.

But to hear someone praise him for his hard work, and to hear someone put him in such a light? To hear that someone saw him as more than his quirk?

Hitoshi could get drunk on your words alone.

“You don't mind..? I understand if it’s creepy. I've met fans of Deku who even I was uncomfortable next to.”

Once more he shakes his head, unbothered by your enthusiasm. In fact, he liked it. More than he thought he would.

Was this why heroes strived to be popular? The warm feeling it brought? Or was it because it came from you? Someone so blissfully ignorant of what he has done. 

You still saw him as a hero.

A hero.

“Oh! I need to get back to the shop! Your fall left some of my pots smashed, I need to clean it up before someone gets hurt.” You get to your feet and take his now empty glass, refilling it before handing it back. “Take your time,I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” 

And just when he thought you couldn't get any better, you stumble on your way out, drawing out a squeak from your lips.

He was truly and utterly whipped.

[bansheeoftheforest]

Look!! Another dead bird for you!!

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Okay, have you seen Wolf Children? Because that's my thought process here. One of Jekyll's parents was a cat-shifter and Jekyll inherited that ability. When he gets emotional he can start transforming, so at times he might have to hastily smooth his hair back in an attempt to hide a sudden cat ear or something. Nobody knows what he is because his human parent was kinda sorta ashamed about him, so he's hidden it all his life.

Just.. Cat Jekyll napping in Maijabi's lap. He feels so guilty because no one knows it's him but Maijabi pets so gently and coos at him in a language he isn't quite fluent in and he feels so safe. Cat Jekyll going to injured Lodgers to purr and nuzzle them. Cat Jekyll pointedly knocking things off of tables that could very well end in Lodger stupidity if left intact. Cat Jekyll climbing Adam/Creature and he is so enamoured with this little animal that doesn't fear him in the slightest.

Okay but also Jekyll slipping up in human form. He slow blinks at Jasper and Maijabi and Zosi and everyone else he likes. He starts to purr whenever he's happy and scrambles to cover it with a cough. He plays with string and gets tangled in it. He hears someone mention that Jekyll Jr. looks a bit funny with his curled ears and bob tail and just grumbles 'that's a standard appearance for Highlander cats, you arseholes-'

Does he bring people dead animals? Does Hyde? Hyde definitely would, just 'oh there's Rachel! I'm gonna put a dead mouse in her pocket :3' and she gets a feelimg of deja vu because it feels like Hyde's pranks but cats don't prank do they?? Cat Hyde showing off his new injuries proudly to the others then trying to run away when they try to patch him up because NO, he wants them to SCAR so he can look TOUGH.

If you go the Jekffin route, maybe Griffin's cat is normally skittish of others but just.. adores Jekyll. They're always rushing to greet him and rub on his legs and Jekyll just understands their body language and needs so well and is so patient with them and ah FUCK, he's crushing on Jekyll, god this is the worst-

Y'all at this point I get so many dead critters from you guys I could make a tiny graveyard sdfsdf

I have not seen wolf children but in all fair honesty, it looks like something my weeb-friend-trying-to-force-me-to-watch-anime would force me to watch <3 ANYWAYS. Still love that idea. Ooohohoho I don't know what's better, his father being the catshifter and his mother being deeply ashamed of the relationship combined with the premarital stuff bc of societal rules (hence why she was immediately scolding Henry for that dead bird) or his mother being the catshifter in a classic fairytale-esque way but being ashamed of it herself or knowing the father is ashamed about it, trying to hide all cat-ness with both her and Henry... Mmm, angst and parental trauma my beloved <3

...My brain immediately started thinking Henry's father getting seduced by a catshifter, accidentally fathering Henry, only for the catshifter to leave bby Henry on his doorstep and then just... Fuck off into the woods again. Does not make sense bc Henry has a mo- NO WAIT. OOHOH I GOT A BRANCH IDEA. His father already being married when Henry was born or his father marrying when he already had Henry, but telling Henry that his wife is his mom and that Henry was cursed from birth and that's why he can transform into a cat? Idk if Highlanders can be black but especially if he is a black cat??? ohoohohhoho ...Maybe that's why Morcant took such a liking to him immediately when they met, because he was supernatural? oohohoOHOO

I also just want to imagine that, despite his catness, his parents still loved him, even if they were a bit ashamed of who he was. Bby Jekyll having nightmares and it made him so upset he is stuck in cat form for a bit, creeping down the stairs to find his parents in the living room in front of the fireplace, him slowly creeping up on them and his parents immediately cuddling and doting on him when they see him... <3 (also this is just a bit of a branch, any other idea /idea for how Henry's relationship w his parents are welcome! <3)

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I'm half if Maijabi should know about Jekyll being the cat bc of his spirit eye or not, bc that is used so much in my aus that it's kinda becoming cliche so I'm going to use the route that he doesn't. Just finding this lil cat with funny ears and a bobtail and immediately taking a liking to it. Debating adopting him because he knows that Jekyll would not have had the heart to kick Jr out if he has already adopted him. Scratching him under his chin and being the only one allowed to rub his belly. Henry getting so used to Maijabi's cuddles that the moment he is near him (in cat form) he stands on his hind legs and reaches his front legs up like a child wanting to get picked up and Maijabi always chuckles and picks him up, resting him against his shoulder. Henry sometimes getting a bit possessive bc Maijabi is his favorite lodger and tries to groom his beard and hair because it's always so wild. Maijabi just getting used to carrying a basket around or an extra shirt where JR can hang in bc he is so clingy and always wants attention. The Lodgers joking that Jekyll JR can sense sadness like a shark can smell blood and immediately rushes towards them to cuddle the everloving fuck out of them. The Lodgers cooing over him and telling him that he is so smart when he accidentally saves them from disaster, making sure to give him extra treats. Henry prowling the Society where he suddenly meets Adam. Adam stops dead in his tracks, having never seen this tiny cat before and being thoroughly confused as to why he isn't running away from him. Henry immediately walking up to him and rubbing his face against his leg, Adam hesitantly crouching down and reaching out his hand and Henry continues to happily sniff them and rub his face against them in that "I'm going to rub my teeth against your hand so you are mine now and you can't do anything about it" kinda way, Adam being close to tears bc this is the first time a living thing hasn't immediately run in fear away from him, Henry immediately using him as a stepping stool and climbing his arm until he can lounge over his broad shoulders, which quickly becomes his favorite nap spot.

(Adam secretly being very very amused when this tiny lil cat loves him immediately but hisses at Frankenstein)

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Catboy Henry my beloved <3 Henry often not noticing how long he lets his nails grow until he accidentally scratches a Lodger (or the Lodgers clip his claws in cat form and it suddenly feels like his nails are going down to his bone. He never forgives them for that, even if he reluctantly accepts the treats). Loving to run his hand through his own hair with the perfect excuse that he is just making sure it doesn't get in his eyes. Him being so caught up in an experiment he doesn't notice that happy little butt wiggle he makes when he is focused. Him just being very loud and very yelly whenever someone isn't listening or giving him attention (although it's much more whiney and "PaaaaYyYYY aaaAAaAattention to meeEEeEEeEEE" kinda way). Just... Oh my god. Such an adorable lil bastards sjdfhsjdfh jshd <3<3<3

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I have a feeling his instincts would get the best of him and he would start hunting the rodents around the Society when he is bored or hungry. Sometimes he sees a Lodger staying up late and the cat in him decides that they are not taking care of themselves and if they aren't taking care of themselves, they need food. Or that they have done such a good job and they deserve a reward. Maybe the longer he stays in cat form the more he gets into that "cat mindset" and doesn't realize what he just did until he is human again. Just... Drags a dead mouse over to a Lodger, jumps onto their table, proudly sets it down, and yells for them to get a snack. Maybe he would do a good job at hunting the invisible mice around the Society? Hyde definitely would hunt and bring in dead animals just because, although mostly bc he wants to show off his hunting skills. Him parading injuries and running away when people try to help him is so on brand sdfsdfsdfs

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Griffin's cat loving Henry more than Griffin my beloved <3 Griffin realizing quite quickly that if he can't find his cat, they're with Henry. Griffin being so confused as to why his cat was never scared of Henry when they were even scared of Maijabi and Lavender. Griffin wondering if his cat genuinely fell in love with Jekyll JR bc he always finds them cuddled up together. Would Henry be able to understand Griffin's cat and be able to speak with them? Would he understand other animals as well? Jekyll and Cat having a deep conversation about the best lodger to cuddle or who gives them the best treats <3

[cumbercookiebatchs]

Grantaire mostly is able to keep his emotions in check when it comes to his obvious love for Enjolras, but today the jealousy caused by it is hard to mask. It's ridiculous too. Enjolras is always cuddly with the other Amis. He just can't stand it though tonight. The look of the way he climbs onto Bahorel's lap to cuddle and point out everything extraordinary about the man leaves something bitter in his mouth, and he knows it's the bitter taste of jealousy. Which, again, is pretty ridiculous because it's clear that Enjolras and Bahorel view each othet as strictly platonic, like everyone else who he's clung onto tonight. It doesn't stop him from clenching his teeth at the sight.

Besides, Enjolras is drunk. Of course when he gets drunk all he does is espouse and emphasize just how much he loves his friends, getting extra tactile, to the point where he nearly fell asleep on Joly while giving a speech on how great he is. How could Grantaire fault or resent him for being possibly the cutest drunk in the world?

So determined he was to turn away and distract himself from these unneeded emotions that he didn't notice the way Enjolras stumbled over to him and clambered into his lap.

"Grantaire," he breathes, and Grantaire freezes. "Grantaire, how are you?"

He forces a chuckle out his throat. "I've been fine this entire time, Enj."

Enjolras cocks his head and pouts. "But you never came to me."

"You looked like you were having too much fun for me to interrupt."

"But you didn't look like you were havinf fun at all," Enjolras said, lifting his hands to run over the coarse stubble on Grantaire's face. "I saw the way you looked when I kissed Jehan's cheek."

He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment and shame. "You saw—"

"You didn't look happy, Grantaire, why?" Enjolras sways in his lap as he says this, and Grantaire instinctively circles his waist with his arms to keep him from falling. "Were you jealous, Grantaire?" Enjolras sits in his lap but he's hardly still. His breath comes out in little pants that Grantaire judges with alarm may be Enjolras trying to move for friction.

Alright, so part time cute drunk, part time horny drunk. Good to know.

"Why didn't you come get me, hm? You want to date me, don't you? Why didn't you come get me?" Enjolras is still moving, rocking in little motions in his lap, and Grantaire's own pants are starting to feel pretty tight too, but this really isn't the time because for God's sake Enjolras is drunk!

He cups the back of his head gently and feels Enjolras' head drop to rest on his shoulder. "Hey, I think you should go home with Ferre and Courf now," he whispers softly.

Enjolras, however, makes no attempt to cooperate. "No!" he slurs. "The night is young!" He draws back enough to look Grantaire in the eyes as he frames his face with his soft hands and says, "And I have a lot I want to do," as he closes his eyes and leans in towards his lips.

But he's drunk! So Grantaire halts his movement with a hand to his chest and frantically looks over at Courfeyrac, who rushes over in panic and lifts Enjolras out of Grantaire's lap, to which he lets out whine of protest.

"Alright, time to go now," Courfeyrac mutters as he throws a glance at Combeferre, who nods his head and gathers his stuff as the three head out the door, Enjolras whining about wanting to show Grantaire that he has no reason go be jealous. The words cause a flush to appear on Grantaire's bearded cheeks, and while he did want to have Enjolras get extra touchy with him rather than the others, he wouldn't want it without his full fledged consent. So he tries to calm his racing heart and see what tomorrow brings. He winces out of sympathy when he thinks of the hangover Enjolras will have.

Outside, Combeferre winces as he thinks of how Enj will feel when the memories of the night come back to him.

Enjolras, as usual, betrays all expectations and hisses at Combeferre in the morning on his way out to Grantaire's flat.

He almost kicks the door in with his rough knocking and doesn't even let Grantaire the time to realize who's he's just opened the door to, pushing at his chest until he falls down on his couch.

Grantaire blinks at him, almost sure he's about to die. Enjolras looks like an avenging angel, even more than he usually does- curls flying wildly and cheeks red and hot. He glares at Grantaire and almost growls.

Grantaire's scared, but also really horny and subtly grabs a pillow to put it on his lap. Enjolras seethes.

Grantaire gulps, "En- Enjolras? Are you- is this about yesterday? I didn't do anything I swear - I"

He doesn't get to say more because Enjolras's climbing on his lap, pushing the pillow away with too much strength and curling his hands in Grantaire’s curls. He rubs up against him and breathes in Grantaire’s scent, tugs Grantaire's hands to grab his own hips.

"What do I need to do to make you understand that I want you?"

Grantaire chockes on nothing, "uh?"

Enjolras has started to subtly roll his hips and it's doing nothing to calm down Grantaire's raging hard on; he clings to Grantaire's neck and hums, licks his lobe, "Grantaire, I'm aware there's much to talk about but please, please I need you to fucking take me right now before I lose my mind".

[karasunology]

❝ WHY ARE YOU SO JEALOUS?❞ with BOKUTO KOUTARO !

✎ . . . could i request from the prompt list no. 8 ("why are you so jealous?) with bokuto. where bokuto (your best friend for years now) is bothered by you showing interest in akaashi (you like akaashi basically).

❝ ― submitted by @momoinot <33 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ akaashi keiji & bokuto koutaro <3

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[ ♡ ] THIS WAS A LONG ONE, wrote this a few days ago so i think it's time for it to shine as a little 500 followers special, thank you all once again for all the congratulations !! <33

BOKUTO KOUTARO.

➜ you first met bokuto under the gym lights; it was when he was about to practice his spikes for a bit more but the boys' gym was closed earlier than he expected, so he decided to use the other gym where the girls' gym resided ─ finding himself staring at you trying to get the ball up with your fingers

➜ accidentally setting the ball with a slippy swerve, it's direction did a 180° as it heads to a different direction where you were supposed to send to, his direction actually.

➜ quick to noticed the ball coming to him, he received it with ease as he sends it back to you, expecting you to stop it with your hands, but instead you continued to pass the ball back to him.

“ isn't it too late for you to still be at school? ” he questioned, as he received the ball, sending it your way as you did the same.

“ well look who's talking, ” you playfully scoffed, your eyes never leaving the ball.

“ you're right, i'm bokuto by the way! future ace of fukurodani. ” you rose an eyebrow at him, amused by his honestly. wasn't fukurodani a powerhouse? you wondered.

“ really? good for you i guess, i haven't even though of a high school yet. ” you continued to pass it to him, but you decided to test his speed as you directed it to a different direction from where he was.

“ y/n, by the way. ” you spoke once again when he sucessfully received it but with the side of his head, laughing while you tried to get it up back for him.

“ huh, maybe you should join me in fukurodani! they also have a volleyball club for girls too. ” he grinned, as he managed to send the ball flying off a different direction with his unexpected spike, with you failing to get it up ─ falling down to the ground while scratching your knee simultaneously.

“ hey, hey, he ─ aGH are YOU ALRIGHT ??” he interrupted himself as he saw the small wound in your knee.

➜ he was shockingly fast to understand the situation, running out the gym doors, leaving you to wonder where tf this boy went.

➜ but your question was soon answered when a sweaty bokuto came back with an emergency kit for injuries.

➜ kneeling down to your level, he examined the wound as he first disinfected it.

“ i'm so sorry, i never meant to make you fall and scrape your knee. ” he profously apologized as he didn't realized how kinda rough he was with disinfecting your wound, bringing him back to reality when you hissed in pain.

“ oH NO I'M SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T DIE ─ ”

➜ your weird tight-knit friendship started off with that, and before you even knew it you guys were inseperable, with you also coming along with him to fukurodani.

➜ he was a good best friend, would always but if not, every other day, have lunch with you. visits your house every week, with both your parents already adoring him their heart was filled to the brim with their love for him. always somehow, and surprisingly good at advices and would always help you out with personal problems.

➜ though he had other best friends, you were the only female best friend he has, sometimes rubbing the people the wrong way as most initially got the impression of you guys being a thing.

➜ if i said that you didn't develope a small crush on him before, i would have been lying.

➜ it first appeared in your first year of high school, with your hormones rising ─ you dismissed it as a small crush, thinking that it was the hormones acting up because he was your only close guy best friend.

➜ and just like you expected, it went away after a few months and by second year you decided to start dating and seeing other people ─ sadly making you drift away a bit from bokuto as both of you were busy with other things.

➜ but what you didn't expect was to have it reappear on your third year of high school, but maybe this time you didn't want it to go away.

➜ the pounding in your heart, it's lovesick rhythm remained echoing through the most unfortunate times where you didn't want them to appear.

➜ like that one time where you were eating lunch with him and akaashi & he just fucking  l i c k s  his lips

➜ you're like : OH I'LL GIVE YOU A REASON TO LICK YOUR LIPS

➜ um ,, chile😳

➜ speaking of akaashi, you were actually interested in him the first time bokuto has mentioned him, saying how he was a pretty boy and how good he was at remaining calm and collected ─ needless to say, you were quite interested in him.

➜ and you even asked bokuto for his number, unaware of his change in demeanor, flicking his gaze away from yours as he merely just nodded at your request.

➜ but despite how small that reaction was, it impacted his whole behaviour towards you; the way he would always try and leave the both of you together, saying that he forgot his lunch and he wasn't hungry etc. but it just felt forced, forced in a way that while pushing both you and akaashi together ─ it was as if bokuto was pushing away his feelings for you along with it.

➜ you and akaashi went on a small date of sort, suggested by bokuto once again. but after getting to knew each other a bit more, he seemed more like a little brother to you at most.

➜ you guys quit attempting to see each other because it just felt too unnatural for the both of you, but your friendship with him grew. though, it left a different impression on bokuto.

➜ in the middle of whatever was going on with the three of you, you once again drifited away from him. but this time, it was intentional.

➜ akaashi noticed how the both of you would often try and avoid topics about each other ans would now barely be seen with each other; unlike before, when you were always seen together ─ and it felt weird, and once again unnatural. for everyone, and not just for the three of you.

➜ akaashi, being so tired of seeing the both of you being dumb and in despair and actually being practical, he decided to talk to bokuto about it.

➜ and by the time he got bokuto to listen to him, the ace was already a pouty mess knowing fully well that akaashi wasn't lying.

“ okay, okay, fine; i'll go talk to her. ” bokuto grumbled as he finally complied.

“ promise? ” akaashi narrowed his eyes at his captain.

“ prom, ” bokuto replied.

“ prom . . ? ” he jerked his eyebrow up, trying to prepare himself on what bokuto was going to say.

“ half a promise ─ ”

“ ─ bokuto-san. ” the authoritive and premonition in the usual calm setter's voice sent shivers crawl up the third year's spine.

“ alright, ” bokuto's hair deflaited

“ i saw her in the girls' volleyball club gym by the way. ” and before the second year could give his goodluck to him, the captain was already heading to where the other gym was located

➜ it was getting late already, since both teams were practicing later than usual for the upcoming nationals; and bokuto once again saw you under the gym lights.

➜ as he found himself staring at you trying to get the ball up with your fingers as you played alone in the squeaking gym floors.

➜ and just like before, you set a 180° from where it was supposed to go ─ swerving it to his direction as he got it up easily back to you.

➜ expecting you to spike it back at him for avoiding you; you instead sent it back towards him.

➜ a weird sense of deja vu overwhelming him

“ you're still bad at setting i see. ”

“ isn't it too late for you to be here, bokuto? ” you asked, as you received the ball he returned back to you.

“ we're practicing for nationals. ” he answered

“ oh, right. ” the awkward tension settled down between the two of you.

➜ and before you knew it, you set a ball away from where he was located as he chased back the ball before accidentally and unconciously spiking at you which hit you hard.

➜ acting from his instincts, he went to get packed ice from the nurse's office near the gym. before settling down in the ground as he kneeled to your body sitting down on the floor.

“ tell me where does it hurt? ” you pointed at the obvious growing bump in your head.

“ ah, shit ─ i'm so sorry. ” he said as he cooled your bump.

“ for avoiding me or for accidentally hitting me . . ? ” you joked, laughing before wincing at the pain from your head.

➜ bokuto blinked his eyes trying to process what you just said as he once again, turned ito a flustered apologizing mess and awfully guilty.

“ both, ” he squinted his eyes, glaring at the swelling bump in your head.

“ it's just that, you were hanging around akaashi too much and i guess ─ ”

“ ─ excuse me? but you were the one that keeps setting us up and leaving us alone ! ” you nearly shouted at him

“ w ─ well, you did say you were interested in him. ”

➜ BB BOY WAS LIKE : i'm sowrry 🥺👉👈😔

“ why are you so jealous anyway? you're still my best friend and nothing could change that. ” as much as it hurts you.

“ but that's why! i don't wanna remain as just a best friend of yours i ─ ” he stopped himself, “ nevermind, i'm sorry i just ─ god i can't do anything right ─ ”

➜ you've gotten too annoyed with him, and just wanted to shut him tf up because now your thoughts are all jumbled up. but what better way to shut him up other than interrupting him with a kiss??

➜ the kiss was long, burning and too slow ─ conveying the mutual longing of each other through desperate lips, molding together. heated; in terms of pent up feelings and flustrations and getting too caught up for the moment.

➜ it was a breathtaking kiss, one that bokuto didn't wanna pull away from. but despite of his whiney, needy and desperate moans ─ you pulled away, panting.

“ you're . . . ” you started off, seeing how eager he was to go back to the kiss with a pout resting on his lips.

“ annoying. ” you went to get up from the floor, with bokuto standing as well; but your legs were jelly & along with the throbbing pain in the back of your head, made you fall right back into his arms.

“ am i really though? ”

[sweetestlamb]

Come On Over Baby

Summary: continuation to "Keep Bugging Me". Dosan gets a new apartment and everyone has mixed reactions.

Author's note: I have so many ideas about this fake world I created and I'm just going to live here for a while 🤷🏽‍♀️ I want these things to happen but the show just keeps waking up and choosing violence when they could choose hugs and kisses, it's a damn shame. Anyway if you wanna live in ignorance with me here you gooooooo. 💞💃🏾 Am I back to naming my stories after cheesy songs? Hmmm nobody can prove it *Hums Christina Aguilera* 

It's not a easy decision, no chance at that when his mother stares at him like he admitted to killing puppies but he knows that he needs his own place. His phone calls with Dalmi are getting progressively more heated with them not able to get a moment alone since the event that must not be named.

The first time she asks him what he's wearing he looks down at his cable knit sweater and tells hers, "It's one hundred percent cotton. My mom bought it for me last week. It's very warm." Her silence and subsequent laughter makes him feel as if he's missed something important despite answering her question. With a giggle she replied, "You are really sweet Dosan. You're too good for this world." And he blushes immensely feeling hot under the collar at her excessive praise.

The next time, she simply sends him a message that causes his brain to go offline.

I miss your taste.

There's no way to misconstrue that statement and his brain supplies vivid images of what they did in this very room.

Gasping.

Slurping.

Moist.

He hurries to lock his door before letting his hands stray, her wet mouth filling his thoughts. Embarrassment isn't enough to deter him and her messages following make it clear she knows exactly the affect her seemingly innocuous message yielded.

So he starts looking for an apartment with Dalmi's help, she will be over a lot and it only makes sense that she should have some input. Her smile is honey sweet when he asks for her help, grinning at him with glee as she sips her iced Americano.

"I would love to help Dosan-ah."

The ordeal takes longer than expected but within weeks he finds a place, a mere twenty minute drive from his parents house and thirty minutes from Dalmi. They share identical sunny smiles as he signs the lease and buys their his new apartment. He has to repeatedly remind himself that he can afford this place regardless of the exorbitant amount of zero's. He's come a long way indeed.

Telling his parents about his move is uncomfortable to put it lightly, his mom is nonchalant and sulking in equal terms. Wailing that her only son is abandoning her for a pretty young thing, he's just thankful that Dalmi isn't around to hear her new nickname. His father on the other hand is over the moon, slapping him on the back and shouting about the strong will of Nam men. He fears he'll suffer from chronic back pain as a result of the thunderous pounds.

"Don't skip meals. Call if you need anything. You're always welcome to come back. " His mom promises, reaching out to smack his father as breezes by boasting on the phone that he has a free room in the house now and promises that they can use it for gatherings.

"Yes, yes! Bring the soju we should have a drink!"

But when it's time to bring all his belongings to the moving van, manned by Chul-san and Yong-san both parents are eying him with wet eyes from the doorway. He tries to keep his tears at bay but they all end up weeping in front of the gate, Chul-san screaming "They grow up too quickly!" Patting his mother compassionately on the back. He tries the same with his father but the dead glare stops him in his spot.

After a long day unpacking boxes, mostly his computer and tech supplies he collapses on the floor exhausted. With a dopey grin Chul-san is the first to leave, after Saha sends him a message complaining that she's bored and if he wants to hang him he better be there in ten minutes. Chul-san smiles like she sent him a love letter, he shakes his head but he's done trying to understand their relationship.

He waves goodbye to his friend, thanking him for his help and with then it's just him and Yong-san, who immediately starts to interrogate him about Dalmi and their relationship.

"How are things going?" Yong-san asks laying on the wooden floor with him as they both stare out the giant windows, the sunset is a majestic spill of colors.

His lips slide into an instantaneous grin, "I'm happy. Happier than I was in San Francisco."

Yong-san doesn't reply but he reaches across to squeeze his hand and wrap an arm around his shoulder.

They sit like that for a quiet moment.

Until his phone disrupts the gentle silence, the woman in question appearing on his phone. After a nod from his friend he answers the call.

"Hello?"

"Dosan-ah! Did you finish moving? I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Are you hungry? I can bring you food." Dalmi's voice is music to his ears, the rumbling of her engine vibrating in his ears.

He answers honestly, "Yes we finished, Chul-san and Yong-san helped me. It's okay I know you had to work today. I am a little hungry, fried chicken?" He knows now that he doesn't need to pretend to want fancy food, they both love fried chicken and its delicious simplicity.

She groaned knowingly, "I had a feeling you'd want chicken on a day like this. I already got some from that place you like. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

He smiles, nuzzling into Yong-san's shoulder contently before answering, "Okay. I'll see you soon."

He begins to lower the phone but then her voice rings out stopping him "Dosan-ah one more thing!" He immediately brings the phone back to his face humming to show his presence.

"I miss you. I love you."

His heart flutters never tiring of hearing those three words. If he could bottle it up and listen to it daily he would. He's addicted to her love.

"You too. I love you too."

Then they finally hang up cheesy smile etched in his handsome face.

"Wow. I see it now. You really are cockroaches in love. Gross but captivating." Yong-san teases pushing Dosan's head off his shoulder as he gathers his things. He temporarily feels a tinge of guilt, Yong-san is the only one in the group who doesn't have someone. He doesn't want his friend to feel like the fifth wheel.

His thoughts must play on his face because Yong-san mushes his face before sticking out his tongue, "Don't look at me like that. I'm fine we can't all be gross and in loveeee. I'll be stuffing my face with premium beef instead."

They both chuckle as he walks his friend it the door, saying their goodbyes with a quick embrace.

His nerves overtake him when he's alone. He checks his phone but there is nothing there to keep his attention so he starts at the spot where you would have a TV, then he realizes he has nothing here. What will he do with Dalmi? He contemplates texting her to let her know she should probably just go home. In the end his desire to see his girlfriend overwhelms his selflessness. They can be bored together.

Minutes pass and he buzzes her in, body twitching now from her nearing proximity. When she knocks at the door he all but races to answer the door, unshamed.

"Hi."

"Hey."

They stare at each other starry eyed before he moves out of the way and lets her in. Placing a pair of pink house slippers at her feet, at her curious look he explains with a shy shrug, "I bought them for you."

She smiles widely, thrusting the fried chicken at his broad chest.

"I come bearing gifts too."

The enticing aroma of the fried delicacy fills his senses and he takes the proffered bag, thankful that she thought to bring plastic plates and little plastic cups.

"I don't have anything to drink." He apologizes holding up the cups.

Pulling a bottle out of nowhere she then offers him a bottle of wine, deep red with a golden label. He is no connoisseur but it looks expensive.

"You didn't need to bring me wine."

She shrugs, "I wanted to. You're pretty cute when you're drunk."

He reddens remember that embarrassing night so many years ago, his first time sleeping at her house.

"Maybe we shouldn't drink that much."

She laughs loudly at his warning, pulling a bottle opener from her purse. He absently wonders what else is in there.

She pours the liquid into the plastic cups, handing it to him first and instinctively he leans in to smell the beverage. His nose dangerously close to the liquid before he realizes what he's doing and he hurriedly pulls away.

"Ummm... I-"

"Is that what you're supposed to do?" She asks before leaning in and sniffing her own wine loudly and without any grace. If he wasn't already in love, he would be falling right now.

They both sniff their wine gracelessly and munch on the crispy sweet meat, the dissonance of the meal doing nothing to stop their consumption.

Dalmi hums sweetly as she sits on the floor looking gorgeous with chicken grease on her lips.

"What?" She questions, licking her fingers clean.

He feels his throat tightening. Parched.

He looks at the ground, avoiding her eye as he downs his wine.

"Nothing. Just thinking. How was your day?"

And he listens as Dalmi tells him all about her long day complaining about her sister and how demanding she is, Dosan pointedly does not mention the fact that she's smiling or the fact that all of Injae's "annoying" habits sound like things that Dalmi herself does all the time. It didn't take him long to realize just how similar the sisters are but god forbid anyone mention that.

He smiles when she starts playing with her hair, thankful to be the one she shares her days with.

When he stands up to collect their garbage, walking into the spacious kitchen. She suddenly stops speaking droning off at the end of an incomplete sentence.

"Dalmi-ah?"

After throwing the garbage in the bin he washes his hands and wonders back over to his silent girlfriend, who is glaring at...the ground?

He calls her name again recapturing her attention.

Peering down he notices that she's staring at his phone. Which has a message notification.

Twisting his lips in thought he crouched down again rejoining Dalmi on the smooth glossy floor.

"I didn't mean to look. It was just right there." She's bites out taking a big gulp from her cup.

He has no idea what could possibly have her so worked up and he picks up his phone to see the answer.

I miss you stranger. Call me soon.

He gasps as soon as he sees those words on the screen: Han Ji Yoon.

He knew it wasn't mature but he'd never actually cut things off with her, he'd just slowly stopped calling her and answering her messages. Some might of considered it ghosting but he called it awkwardly disappearing, he'd never broken up with someone before so he just didn't know how. So he'd hoped she would get tired of him and stop trying to see him, it had been working until this message.

"Dalmi-ah I can explain."

He expects more of a fight but she looks at him, waiting. Expectant and glowering. Fire in her eyes.

"Okay. Go ahead."

He blinks at her stare and gulps when she scoots closer to him, invading his personal space. Not knowing how her proximity renders him useless at the best of times.

So he stutters out how he was too pathetic to tell the girl the truth and instead he'd ignored her and thought she got the memo.

Dalmi doesn't say anything at first and when she finally speaks her words make no sense and he wonders if he's drunker than he thought.

"Does she follow you on social media?"

He nods yes and before he knows what exactly is happening Dalmi is dragging him by his arm to the window and mashing their faces together to take a selfie on his phone.

"Stop looking nervous. Look natural. Smile. Dosan-ah."

She snaps away until she's satisfied and he watches in amazement as she posts the picture to his story with the caption, "New apartment with my love." She puts a little red heart and then decides against it.

"There you go. Now everyone will know that you're taken."

His chest is brimming with emotions and he finds his hands curled around her little chin, she leans into his touch easily swaying as if hypnotized.

"You're jealous."

Her lips pull into a sneer but something in his eyes kills her denial, her face breaking as she wraps her thin arms around his waist.

"Don't look so proud. I have people texting me too you know?"

And immediately he squints at her words, staring hard at the indent of her phone in her pocket as if to read said messages.

"Let's post that picture on your social media too." He demands feeling the fiery blaze of jealous lick at his heart.

Her eyes widen before she erupts into laughter, dragging him the rest of the distance between them pressing her joy into his mouth.

He sinks his fingers into her thick hair, swallowing the rest of her laughter allowing Dalmi to back her into the cool glass of the window. All his shyness melts away as he kisses her, emboldened by her moans and buckling of her knees. He catches her before she can fall, hoisting her up his long torso until he feels her legs latch around his waist. They kiss until his lips are sore, his tongue deep in her mouth as she nibbles at his mouth. The flavor of chicken and wine explode on his tongue as he licks deeper, intoxicated on Dalmi and her addicting lips. 

She teases the rim of his ears, breaking their kiss with a wet smack as they gaze into each other's eyes.

She looks as dazed as he feels. Eyes blown wide as she pants in his arms, almost boneless in his hold as she lets him take the full weight of her body. he barely notices, he has carried her too many times to count. It has become something of a habit. He’ll never recover from the spark in her eyes everything he lifts her, the faint blush on her cheeks. One of the only times that he can make her shy. 

"Dosan-ah."

He hums fighting to pay attention with Dalmi looking so breathtaking in his arms stroking his hot ears.

"We need to get you a bed. Very soon hmmm?"

This time he knows exactly what she means and he groans hiding in her shoulder as she rubs his head.

Bed. Yes. Getting that immediately. Maybe stores are open. He should go get it. 

Right now. 

[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. This is chapter 11. After you catch Poe answering an urgent, early morning hologram he confesses that the woman is an ex girlfriend from his spice runner days.

Meaning that he immediately started seeing someone else as soon as he left Yavin 4.

Why does she need Poe's help?

You feel angry, betrayed and doubt that the wedding will actually happen now.

Warnings, angst, XXX smut, not for anyone under 18.

Twenty years earlier

Poe had 0 regrets running away from home. He didn't want to be a farmer like his father. Staying on Yavin 4 made him restless, like his destiny had been sealed.

Zorii Bliss was a fellow spice runner and around the same age as him, but to Poe she seemed so much more mature, like a real woman.

He felt like a boy around her.

Unlike you, there was no girlish innocence about her.

His growing attraction, and relationship, with Zorii made him feel a little guilty. Poe was still very much in love with you when he left, but his hormones got the best of him.

Up until that evening he had only shared a few kisses with Zorii, but he would be lying if he said that he didn't want more from her.

Zorii was a natural leader too, Poe had always found himself attracted to tough, strong women.

It's shortly after his 17th birthday. Poe had been celibate for what felt like an eternity to him, nearly 6 months.

He was craving intimacy from a woman again, he wanted to taste and feel the female body once more.

Him and Zorii were alone aboard the spice freighter. The chemistry, and attraction, between them was growing difficult to ignore.

"You need to keep your helmet off more". Poe teased Zorii, smiling a little. "I'd love to see your beautiful face more often".

With a slight laugh Zorii indulged him, removing her helmet.

Poe leaned over his seat and softly caressed her cheek while looking deeply into her lovely green eyes.

She was absolutely smitten with him, and what woman wouldn't be? He may have been only 17 but he was wise, brave and mature.

Zorii and Poe share a passionate, open mouthed kiss, a far cry from the soft and tender kisses that they normally shared.

"I want you". Poe whispered into her ear.

"Oh Poe". Zorii replied with a slightly mischievous smile on her face. "You can have me".

The makeout session quickly moved into the sleeping quarters of the ship.

He was so aroused that it felt like all the blood in his body had rushed to his rock hard cock, making him feel lightheaded.

Poe and Zorii hurriedly removed their clothing, as soon as she saw his large, rock hard cock she instinctively dropped to her knees and took as much of him inside her mouth.

Zorii was extremely skilled at what she was doing. Poe scooped her up in his strong arms, placed her on the bottom bunk, and with her legs dangling over the edge kneeled in front of her.

With two fingers inside of her wetness Poe began to lick and suck on her clit, making her squirm and moan in ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're good". Zorii moaned loudly as she began to grind her hips against his mouth. "No, actually you're incredible at this, wow".

Poe replaced his fingers with his tongue, Zorii arched her back and screamed from absolute delight as she experienced an intense orgasm.

"Shhhh, the rest of the crew could show up any time". Poe warned with a slight laugh.

"I don't give a damn, let them hear us". Zorii replied quickly with a slight laugh.

He was worried about getting caught, so when the time came for intercourse Poe pulled the privacy curtain to the bunk closed.

It was a tight squeeze but Poe and Zorii managed to position themselves on their sides. As soon as his thick, hard cock penetrated her from behind she cried out,

"Damn, you're huge".

A few moments later they both heard voices and the unmistakable sound of boots on the metal floor of the ship.

Poe put his hand over Zorii's mouth and whispered,

"Shhhh, they'll hear us!"

Zorii struggled to keep quiet as Poe fucked her, he kept his hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle her moans.

With a silent groan Poe experienced his own orgasm deep inside of her.

Afterwards both of them hastily got dressed and retreated to their own bunks before they got caught.

Present day

You couldn't believe his words.

"Girlfriend?!" You exclaim, jumping out of bed. "I thought I was your girlfriend!"

"I'm not excusing my behavior but I was 17". Poe replied, looking like he was on the verge of tears. "I was young and horny, we both were, I never loved her as much as I loved you".

"But you're still acknowledging there were some feelings there". You tell him as the tears stream down your face. "How could you?!"

"Babe, please". Poe begs as he tries to put his arm around you. "You have to understand where I'm coming from".

"Noone made you leave". You reply angrily as you push him away, the bitterness evident in your voice. "You made the decision to abandon me".

"I'm not going to lie and say that I didn't love Zorii just to make you feel better!" Poe snapped back, anger flashing in his eyes. "Her mother has been taken into custody by a bounty hunter and she needs my help".

"When you get home I won't be here". You warn as you angrily start to get dressed. "I don't even think I want to go through with the wedding anymore".

"So you're punishing me for something that happened 20 years ago?" Poe asked, an incredulous look appearing on his face.

"No, I'm punishing you for abandoning your pregnant girlfriend to go help a supposed ex!" You scream back.

"How fucking dare you?!"

You leave, and go to the only friend you have on D'qar.

Her name is Esmaria and she lives nearby. She was your classmate on Yavin 4.

You knock frantically at her front door, as soon as she opens it she says,

"You and Poe are having trouble, aren't you?"

"You could say that". You explain with a deep sigh as you flop down on her sofa. "I found out that Poe immediately started seeing someone else when he left home 20 years ago".

"20 years ago? You're punishing the guy for a mistake he made when he was a teenager?" Esmaria replies with a slightly shocked look on her face. "That's a little much, even for you".

"Oh no, that's not it". You continue, your face red from anger. "Her mother is in trouble and he's leaving to help her, his ex contacted him early this morning and asked for his assistance, and he's going to her".

"Oh, okay, ouch". Esmaria replied quickly as she sat down next to you. "Yeah, I wouldn't be too happy either, being pregnant and all".

"Can I stay with you?" You ask as you fight back tears. "I don't even want to look at him right now".

"Sure, you can stay as long as you want". She replies quickly, a sincere smile appearing on her face. "I take it that there isn't going to be a wedding now?"

"I don't know". You reply, bursting into tears. "I mean, I still love him, I'm carrying his child, it's complicated".

"I think you just need to cool off, you're all whacked out on hormones". Your friend tells you with a slight smile.

"I hope you're right". You reply, smiling lightly. "But I'm worried that Poe seeing her will stir up old emotions".

You then burst into tears, as your friend rubs your back in an attempt to calm you down you confess,

"But I'm more worried that something will happen to him, he's going into a potentially dangerous situation".

"But he's also Poe Dameron". Esmaria reminds you with a slight smile.

End of chapter 11

[lauwrite1225]

Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria’s life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : Happy Finan Friday dear readers!! Last chapter I have never had so much comments on this fic! Thank you so much!! And I guess I should add more people pointing a gun at Vicky? Lmaoo

Warnings : blood and death (it's back dudes)

Chapter 5 : I think that God is gonna have to kill me twice

Victoria gasps when she sees the man, his threatening eyes studying her briefly, searching for a weapon.

“Victoria?” Finan calls her from the entrance, alarmed by her sudden silence. 

She’s petrified, swallowing hard as her gaze jumps from the gun to the man’s face. She opens her mouth to warn Finan but the man moves quickly, his free hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her against him and instead she lets out a frightened scream. Her back hits the man’s chest and she shivers when she feels the edge of the silencer on his gun on her temple. In a second, Finan appears in the doorway, his eyes widening at the situation. Her gaze locks with Finan’s, her breath shaking in fear while she can feel the man’s breath against the side of her face.

“Don’t move or I'll shoot her.” He barks while the sound of steps coming from behind the Irishman resounds, and Vicky can barely distinguish two other armed men. Finan tilts his head slightly while raising his hands in a sign of peace, just enough to make her understand he has the control over the situation. She would have gladly replied that it looks far from it as they are encircled by three men with guns and are both unarmed. “Good.” The man mutters. 

But Finan doesn’t stay still, instead he turns around and in a swift move he punches one of the two men behind him in the face. He stumbles back, his gun falling on the floor. The other immediately shoots Finan in the shoulder, making him grunt in pain and fall on the floor head first. Vicky gasps his name as she sees the blood spreading around Finan, motionless. The punched man rubs his nose in pain, crouching to take back his gun that had been dropped on the floor. “Fucking idiot.” He grumbles but before his fingers could reach the weapon, Finan’s hand has grabbed it.

The man makes a noise of surprise, about to step back, but the Irishman rolls on his back, holding the weapon above him. He pulls the trigger and the second after, the man’s face is ornamented by two holes, falling dead onto the ground. Victoria wants to scream, but it’s strangled in her throat as her eyes try to follow Finan’s movements. The man holding her tosses her to the side to attack Finan, making her stumble until she grabs the edge of the counter. She tries to calm her breath while she hears the sounds of the fight, other shooting muffled by silencers. When she eventually dares to look at what is happening, there's only Finan and one last man. The stranger shoots in her friend’s direction while he stands up after stabbing another with his Opinel, but Finan avoids the shot and instead of ending its course in his body, it pierces Victoria’s. 

She cries out in pain, her hands letting go of the counter to press again the wound on her flank, sitting heavily on the floor. The pain is sharp and resounds in her whole body. She pants in panic at all the blood slipping through her fingers, her vision blurred by tears. She barely hears Finan calling her when he kneels in front of her, so his hand cups the side of her face to have her attention. 

“Calm down, it’s goin’ to heal.” He reassures her, his eyes trying to keep holding hers as she tries to calm the jerky rhythm of the rise and fall of her chest. His thumb brushes her cheek gently and she feels the bullet slowly leaving her body by itself until she can feel the cold metal piece in her hand. The pain disappears as well and she starts to breathe more calmly, looking down at her wound and noticing there’s no more blood coming out of it. When she looks up to Finan, he is smiling. “See? As if nothin’ happened.”

Vicky doesn’t answer, her mouth agape as she finds her composure again but when her eyes fall on the three dead men she feels weak again and Finan has to catch her before she falls. She grabs his shoulder, sobbing in his neck while he rubs her back. She can’t look away from the men, their face pale as they were laying in huge puddles of blood. She can’t even feel relieved that she is safe, all she can think of is those lifeless men. 

“We have to leave.” He says softly, but non less urging. 

Victoria pushes aways from him immediately, her hands resting on his shoulders, his sweatshirt pierced multiple times and stained with red. “What? No! No, we’ve got to call the police… To find out why they were here!” She exclaims, gesturing toward the men and her head shaking as she tries to explain her opinion. 

But she’s stopped in her rambling by Finan’s hands clasping at each side of her face, forcing her to look at him another time. She swallows when sees how serious his eyes are this time and she understands that whatever could be her opinion, she’ll have to follow him anyway. “And ya’ll tell them ya did this all by yourself?” Finan raises his eyebrow interrogatively and she only looks down resignedly. “They were well trained men, Victoria, it’s not just burglars.”

“Why were they here then?” She asks even if she doubts him having the answer already. 

“I don’t know, but we’ll find out.” He assures her, his palms sliding to her shoulders. “But now, I give ya ten minutes to take your things and we get the fuck out of here, alright?”

Victoria takes a deep breath and nods. Finan stands up, stretching his hand out to pull her up. She walks out of the kitchen, her legs shaking and trying to keep her away from the dead to avoid increasing her sick feeling. Once she’s in her bedroom she’s petrified again, not knowing what to do, images of the fight troubling her mind. She shakes them off by a quick movement of her head and grabs a bag, stuffing clothes in it randomly. She also puts all the cash she has, guessing it could always be useful. As she does it, she doesn’t notice the tears streaming down her face. What she has been expecting to happen only in years is now happening: she’s leaving everything behind.

She can’t even think of the consequences properly, Finan coming in with one of the small guns stuck in his trousers. “I’d gladly accept a clean sweater.” He says, the lightness of the sentence not matching his tone. She points to a drawer and he steps towards it, removing his dirty hoodie and t-shirt in the process.

“Where are we going?” She asks, holding her now closed bag against her as if she’s a child hugging her teddy bear to find reassurance.

He briefly turns around, and she can notice there’s no mark of the bullets he took during the fight on his skin. “I don’t know.” He puts on the new sweater. “The farthest away possible for the moment.” His hand grabs her shoulder and after a light squeeze he pushes her forward. “Now we go.” 

She takes her coat in the living room, looking around one last time, this isn't how she thought things would go. She pinches her lips tightly to not let out a sob and she walks to a shelf to take a photo album, the one her mother gifted her for her eighteenth birthday with pictures of her since she was a baby. She turns around, Finan waiting for her in the entrance with an apologetic expression. She swallows, trying to look stronger than she's actually feeling and joins him after a few determined steps.

“We can go.” She declares. 

Finan's car isn't parked far, and in less than ten minutes they are on the road, taking the direction to where Finan has been sleeping for the past weeks. From time to time she looks at him, his fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel while she is feeling drained of energy, so much so that she only realises she fell asleep when she hears the slamming of the car's door, startling her.

“Hey! Easy, t'is me.” Finan says raising a hand peacefully as she abruptly moves back instinctively. 

“S… Sorry.” She mutters, looking down. 

And they take the road again, a heavy silence reigning in the car. It's past midnight now and Victoria simply tries to not think too much, focussing on the streetlights. If she trusts the signs they cross, they are driving North in Sheffield's direction. She doubts Finan has any particular intention to go there, all he wants is to go the furthest away possible from London. When she rests her eyes on him, she can't help the thrill that runs along her spine, he has killed them in cold-blood, not even thinking twice. She knows he is a warrior, he has killed countless men and until now it never really bothered her. But seeing it, it's something else.

She looks to her hands, there's still blood on them, her own. She knows she couldn't have died, but it totally disappeared from her mind when she felt the gun against her temple, fear taking control. She has always made herself minor wounds, nothing serious and seeing she was healing faster than anyone felt more like a good trick than something life changing. But now, after taking a bullet, she realises the real burden of immortality: there's no end. And weirdly, when it's that end that scares people, Victoria wishes she had one. Something to give her a reason to enjoy her life. 

“Are ya alright?” Finan asks her when they stop at an old rest stop, Victoria coming back from the toilets with her hands now cleaned of all the blood.

“I don't know.” She sighs desperately, leaning against the car next to him. She frowns when she notices he is lighting a cigarette before bringing it to his mouth. “You smoke?”

He shrugs, breathing out the smoke. “When I'm nervous.” He admits and raises his eyebrows when Vicky gives him a disapproving look. “What? It's not like it's goin' to kill me.” He wryly replies. 

She rolls her eyes, grimacing at the tobacco smell tickling her nostrils. Finan searches something in his pocket, catching her attention. He hands her a folded paper, stained with blood, but when she opens it, most of the information is still readable. She widens her eyes when she recognizes a picture of her, her number, her address, and in fact all the most important information regarding her life. 

“T'was in one of them's pocket.” Finan explains after a long exhale. 

She raises frightened eyes at him, her fingers flexing on the paper. “They were searching for me?” She asks, though the answer was obvious. Finan nods and points a finger to a particular sentence : ‘Immortal.’

“They knew.” A long silence carries away his words, Vicky not realising she’s holding her breath until he moves to crush his cigarette in the ashtray further.

“How’s that possible? I… I spoke of it to no one!” She exclaims in panic, fearing Finan could blame it on her but he simply rubs his eyes with his thumb and index. 

“I’ve got no ideas, Victoria.” He sighs and opens the car to sit on the driver’s seat sideways, his face buried between his palms.

Vicky’s stomach squeezes as she reads the paper again, some information is related to her family and friends and she suddenly fears for them. If there’s others, she has left her phone in her apartment and Finan threw his in a trash in her street, the only things that could permit them to find her again. So what if they try to seek information through them? And she doubts whoever they are that they’ll be kind to them.

“They are all in danger… My family… Rebecca.” She whispers, new tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “We have to warn them! Or take them with us…”

“No we won’t.” Finan replies, stretching his legs and before she can protest, he continues. “They’ll soon enough report your disappearance, they’ll be interrogated by the police and under their protection.” He says, confident. “They’ll be safe.” She knows Finan is probably right, nothing will happen to them, so she nods silently. “Well, we should sleep a little. We’ll take back the road in the mornin’.” He says after yawning. 

Sleeping in the car is far from being comfortable, but they manage to find a way to, Vicky laying on the backseats and Finan on the front passenger leaned seat. However, she can’t find sleep, tossing over and over again, trying to stay covered by the coat Finan has lent her as a blanket. When she closes her eyes, she sees the fight again, her heart racing and her guts twisting. So she just stops to try and stares at an invisible point in the car. She wonders how everyone will react when they’ll learn she disappeared, by noon she guesses a neighbor will have found the opened door of her flat and the three men. She supposes Rebecca will immediately think it is Finan who’s responsible, though she doesn’t even know his name. She’ll feel responsible for being the one organizing their meeting. And her parents, they’ll be devastated. 

She feels terribly bad to be the reason for their pain, to not be able to just send them a message, just to tell them that she’s fine and will be. She’s been such a hard child and teen, too stubborn to listen to her parents. She wasn’t Charles, nor Rebecca, a calm and studious person and still isn’t. She has never felt like she could be a source of pride for them, only a source of worry. And once more, she’s going to be the reason for their troubles. 

She can’t prevent the way her throat tightens and the tear that trickles down her cheek in silence. But one is joined by another and she now can’t prevent the hiccup of pain that escapes her as she sobs. She’s tired of crying, her eyes swollen and aching but she has nothing else to do. Until a hand reaches out to hers through the dark, taking it with such kindness that it stops her cries for a brief instant. She wipes her eyes with her other hand and then meets Finan’s gaze. He is still laying on the passenger’s seat, quite awkwardly so his left hand could hold hers. She can’t read his expression, his face lightened by the road’s light further, he isn’t sorry, nor sad. He stares at her so softly, she finds it reassuring and doesn’t even think of her anger towards him anymore. 

“I know the feelin’, when you lose everythin’.” His thumb rubs her fingers tenderly, making her melt, her eyelids suddenly heavier. “But it will be alright, Vicky.” He promises her, holding her gaze once more and she can see how confident he is.

It’s also the first time that he says her nickname, she doesn’t object, and even if she did, she’s too sleepy to protest. So she smiles tiredly, tightening her grip around his hand, and whispers: “Thank you.”

A/N : Finan with a gun: H O T

Tag :​ @for-bebbanburg ​ ​ @naps4bats ​ ​ @osferth ​ @maggiescarborough ​ @finansarms ​ @dumbledoreisnotmyhubby

[n0longerhuman]

Hi! First off, welcome and I hope you're doing well! 💖 May I request for Kenma oneshot? Basically his girlfriend feels insecure. She feels like she isn't good enough for him bc he's always playing his games. She talks to him about it and he pushes it away (he even said hurtful words to her), making her feel even worse and feel like he's dating her out of pity. He hurts her alot and she breaks it off with him. How he realises how important she is to him + win her back and stuff. Thank you!! 💓

a/n: first of all, thank you SO much! your request was a little difficult to fulfill, so I hope I haven't done too much damage by writing it and what I wrote kinda sucks for me^^'. I wrote it late at night because of my commitments with studying so yeah, I still hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think so I can improve. ♡

warnings: slight angst.

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬/𝐨.

Kenma had noticed her crossing the street, his pace stopped slowly, while watching her walk with her head down. He felt a slight squeeze in his stomach at the moment, but he ignored the sensation because it was the usual one he felt when she was close to him, although he still didn't understand the reason completely. That evening he was alone, Kuroo had to come back before him for some commitments. In the last few days he had thought a lot about the situation, it was a mechanism he wasn't used to and therefore it was more difficult than expected, but Kenma was incredibly intelligent and he understood what he was facing. He didn't even notice, the words escaped from his mouth before he could even connect it to the brain, which was somewhat strange for him.

«Y/N,»

He saw her stiffen, he recognized his voice. She turned slowly, her lips tightening just as their eyes met.

«Hello, Kozume.»

Again, the voice that came from her lips was a faint flicker. At that moment, she wanted to curse herself for not being a little stronger in such a situation. But now she was destroyed by thinking too much, it was almost as if her brain was about to burst out trying to come up with a solution. She didn't want to appear like this to his eyes, not after what had happened.

She felt terribly selfish at just thinking about something so stupid, she certainly couldn't expect him to put aside his favorite pastime for something she claimed. She knew how good it made him feel, how difficult it was for him to be able to socialize with the people around him, because of the way he had grown up around his companions and not because of him. He had never told her directly, but she understood how things were. She had the opportunity several times to see it. She had learned to observe him, to see his gaze frown when someone said something he didn't appreciate, as the curve of his lips rose slightly in a short and spontaneous laugh and his gaze thinned, but no one noticed. Nobody besides her.

Precisely for this reason, in the period in which they began to tighten relationships, she was terribly surprised every time he responded to her stimuli, and perhaps she was not the only one to be astonished. She saw the amazement even in the eyes of the best friend of his, every time they went home together and Kenma spoke with her calmly, almost as if the wall that had been built over the years had started to crumble slowly. Seeing that twinkle in his big dark, attentive eyes always made her shiver a little.She believed it was a pity that no one could appreciate him for what he really was, for all those little things that he didn't show anyone because he was unable to do it. But she too had much more to learn from him. And it was terribly difficult, she had never found herself having to and wanting to remain so attentive to every little gesture, she had realized that she could make small progress even with giving him the slightest glance. Just as at that moment, so many ideas were whirling in her head but none of them seemed correct. The discussion she had a few days earlier had completely shaken her. She still remembered the feeling of falling into the void she had in those devastating minutes.

«Please, Kozume. Can you listen to me?» Y/N asked almost begging once again, nothing had gone well that evening. She just wanted to be listened, she wanted him to throw that console away for a moment and look into her eyes. Every day was getting worse, every day the time spent together seemed to decrease more and more and that he paid attention only to that stupid device. Did she really have to get to the point of having to be jealous of a piece of bright plastic? She was tired, terribly tired of the whole situation, but she knew that by getting angry she wouldn't get an answer. But after the boy began to respond with a «Give me a moment, just the time to―» the effect was immediate. She reached out and grabbed the console, placing it next to him, on the cold bench. Kenma was forced to look up at her, impassive as always. «Do I have to take the videogame out of your hands to get noticed by you? Have we come to this?» She didn't want to sound so nervous, her intent was to speak calmly and make it clear so that everything went well. Once again she received no reply. «Kozume, I.. am I enough for you? ― she asked, her eyes fixed on his ― Because I can't understand anything anymore, you just ignore me when I try to talk to you and... I want to talk to you, this thing pines me and I don't know how to make you understand it anymore. Am I enough for you, Ko'? I need to know if I did something wrong that led to this.» Y/N murmured, this time with a softer, almost destroyed tone, the tears that threatened to fall at any moment but that were still held back and the hands that held the edges of the skirt of the school uniform, the shoulders held tight. Kenma remained motionless for a moment. She couldn't understand what he was thinking about. It only made her nervous. She feared it was a confirmation.

«Okay, I guess I have figured it out myself.» She said one last time before starting to move away, but his voice made her stop immediately, blocking her in amazement.«I don't think you have something wrong, but if you don't like being with me, why do you continue?» His tone was so static, so cold and emotionless, that it stopped her right there, making her unable to move a muscle in the slightest. She had felt the world collapse under her feet at that moment. «You're right, Kenma. That's enough. Let's close it here, I don't want to know about it anymore.»

She didn't even feel anger anymore, only a heavy weight on her chest that she was sure would have ended up blowing her up at any moment if she hadn't moved away from there. She couldn't continue to let herself be martyred in this way. She had tried to solve the problem, but he didn't seem to care at all, leaving her free to behave like a perfect idiot. She had done everything wrong once again. She couldn't bear to stay there for a minute and make things worse. And at that moment her legs began to move immediately, taking her away from there.

«I'm sorry, Y/N.»

That simple sentence left her breathless, unpredictable. Her fists clenched and her arms dropped down her hips as tense as she was. She didn't know what impulse was holding her back from running towards him. She missed him, she missed him a lot, but that grip on her chest still hurt a little. For this reason, it was he who advanced towards her, until he was just a meter away. Kenma understood that he had made a mistake, he understood that this was a different situation and he couldn't behave with her as he did with anyone else, because she had become decidedly special. He had realized how much he had started to miss that simple contact he had with her every day, the special attention he received from her and which he found himself admiring particularly for some reason. And he had found out what the reason was. Honestly, he didn't think he would ever feel something like that, for him love was far from his life, but something had snapped in him the moment she arrived. She had started to unlock those padlocks inside him and had perhaps noticed it too late. But he still had time to fix it, so he kept talking, for the first time in his life without holding back too long.

«I shouldn't have said those words, I'm so sorry, you were right. You didn't do anything wrong and I was wondering if there was a way to make you forgive me. ― he sighed slightly, before resuming ― I don't want to stop.»

She could sense sincerity in his words. His face may still have seemed expressionless, but in Y/N's eyes that was a giant step forward. She was incredibly proud of him. So she melted completely, this time she couldn't hold back her tears and not even her instincts, she threw her arms around his neck in no time, embracing him tightly under his amazed gaze.

«Start by letting me play with you, please.»

And with that response, which caused a short laugh from both, Kenma realized he still had time.