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A/N: not really proof read, sorry for any mistakes. Missed you guys! Let me know what you think.

2009

Surprise, surprise.

The Real Madrid squad had returned again with another victory and it was only smooth sailing from there. The media was eating up absolutely everything they did, and now it was talks about how could anyone stop this sudden new force?

After that night at the bar the dynamics hadn't changed much there was a noticeable difference of lightness, like Catalina wasn't like a deer in headlights at the sight of Sergio anymore, and they were more and a even level.

The entire team was looser now, and now it was growing into a family like dynamic. Inside jokes and horrible nicknames, it was a good time to be apart of Real Madrid.

The team were flying back from yet another game, tired but victorious. Not like they expected anything less.

Catalina had gotten a bit more accustomed to flying now, only really getting anxiety during landing and takeoff, which was a big improvement from her first flight.

She found herself scrolling through the hundreds of pictures she took at the away game as Karim sat to her right loudly grumbling at some game.

She was so focused she didn't notice the footsteps of someone in front of her. "Switch me seats" Sergio tapped Karim on the leg; pillow and blanket stacked in his hands.

Karim looked up from his vintage Gameboy up to the defender with confusion. "Why, Gordo?"

"Because I said so."

The Frenchman tsked at his answer and pulled his head back into the game "Gotta give me a better reason than that, and throw in a please too while you're at it."

Sergio rolled his eyes and clutched his white fuzzy blanket tighter, his knuckles turning white. "You can be petty all you want but Raúl wants to bet you in Escoba so move."

Karim shoulders perked up at the mention of the game and he eagerly switched the off button on his Gameboy. "Fine, I'll go then but I still want to hear you say please."

"Chúpame la verga" Sergio sneered back, earning a laugh from the forward who stood up from the seat.

"Yeah, whatever crybaby."

With that, Sergio slipped into the seat comfortably and spread his blanket across his lap. Catalina looked over at the Spaniard and greeted him with a small hello, eyes brightening up.

Sergio reciprocated the greeting warmly as he settled into his seat, laying the blanket over his legs. Catalina set down the book she was reading into her lap, growing tired of the stillness of being in an airplane. "Let's play a game." Catalina suggested causing Sergio to turn his attention to fully to her.

"Sergio are you sitting on my jacket?"

"No, and I'm counting that as one of your questions."

Catalina let out an offended gasp. "That totally doesn't count."

Sergio put his hands up as if it out was out his control. "I don't make the rules, I just follow them. Looks like you only have 6 questions left."

Her ponytail bounced as she shook her head. "You absolutely do not follow the rules, like ever! That's so unfair."

"So is life, sweetheart."

Catalina let out a huff of defeat, avoiding the loud thudding in her chest that seemed to happen whenever the defender was around- much to her dismay. "It's my turn now, since you just went. Hold on, let me think of a good one." Sergio paused for a couple seconds before continuing.

"When is the last time you fought with someone?" Sergio asked seemingly genuinely interested to know the answer.

"With you, like 30 seconds ago." Catalonia easily answered.

Sergio raised an eyebrow. "You call that a fight?"

"Yes I do actually and I'm counting that as another question too by the way." Catalina beamed, proud of herself for being able to get payback.

He let out a small whine before faking applause and a bow. "Okay, okay you got me. Go on then, it's your turn." Sergio conceded easily.

"What's your blood type?" Catalina asked just to get a reaction from him, but he didn't even bat an eyelash .

He didn't have to think about it before answering "White, black, and gold."

Catalina let out a giggle and crinkled her nose. "You're such cornball sometimes. The team definitely payed you to say that."

The words bounced off of him like nothing, his smile never faltering.

"Five questions left." She reminded him with a smile.

Sergio took another couple seconds to decide what exactly he wanted to ask but grinned like the Cheshire Cat when he came up with one."Who's your favorite on the team?"

"I have no favorites, I like everyone equally" Catalina responds instantaneously, but she knows Sergio won't accept that answer.

He clicks his teeth with disapproval, arms folding together loosely. "We promised to be honest to each other in this game. You should just tell the truth and admit it's Kakà."

Catalina hums as she takes a moment to really consider her options but would feel guilty truly landing on anyone. Of course there are ones she speaks with more than others but at the end of the day this is her job and she's on a good level with them all.

But, after all it was Sergio and he wouldn't be satisfied until she gave an answer, even if it was a cop out one. "I really like shooting Cristiano. He's very photogenic and never turns me down when I ask if I can take pictures of him." Catalina said honestly, purposely avoiding the word favorite.

"He never turns you down for pictures because he'll take any opportunity he can to stare at himself" Sergio quips back teasingly.

Catalina figured it's best to say nothing else and move on. "It's my turn!"

"When's your birthday?" Catalina asks with her head tilted.

Sergio closes the airplane window halfway with one hand as the sun sets, the once bright blue sky now a strong orange color that was so vibrant it was almost blinding to his eyes. "March 30th" he answered, eyes squinted.

She stuck out her lower lip as to say awww. "You were almost a spring baby."

"When's yours?" Sergio asks back.

"September 27th."

Sergio's eyebrows raise. "That's a week away, why didn't you say anything before?"

Catalina shrugs her shoulders. "I don't really do much for it anyways, it's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal, you only get one birthday a year and you should celebrate getting to that age- coming that far and having made it though all. Your family and friends should be there to enjoy a special occasion like that. It's important that you don't let your youth pass you by and you take the time to enjoy it with those who matter most. " Sergio protested his tone dropping now from lighthearted to serious.

She couldn't help but grin at him, putting both hands above her heart and clutching. "That's very sweet-"

"Cállate y hazme más preguntas."

Typical Sergio. Catalina laughed and moved on as if nothing happened, but it stayed in the back of her mind.

One week later and on the actual day of Catalina's birthday not much had happened. Her parents had offered to take her up to Barcelona so they could go see their extended family for her big day, but maybe it was her newfound general distaste for Barcelona that was being instilled in her through her job or her plain introverted heart but she decided to stay home while the rest of her family gallivanted up to Catalonia.

She had received short birthday well wishes from them however, for which she was still grateful for. The entire day was spent living her normal routine, shooting for the Madrid team and going home but this time to an empty house.

No one on the team had known, her not mentioning it to anyone and no one saying anything until her uncle had told her " Feliz cumpleaños!" while she was still setting up her camera. and it ended there.

Catalina tried to keep her mind focused on other things, trying to assure herself that this was like any other day, just a day that she just so happened to be born on, but Sergio's words kept ringing in her head even though a week had passed.

Don't let your youth pass you by.

Is that what she was doing? She was sending herself into a doom spiral of harsh thoughts all centered in her loneliness, all centered on her inner insecurities.

Am I content being alone or am I so used to it that it doesn't even bother me anymore? She had thought.

Luckily, the day was almost over and she could just go to sleep then pretend this day never happened until the next year when the spiral will start once again. That was until she heard loud knocks at her door while she was lying on her couch snuggled up in a heavy blanket.

It had scared Catalina like it would scare anyone else getting an unexpected visitor in the night, but the moment she looked through the glass in her door her worries were relieved.

The first thing out of Sergio's mouth isn't an explanation or even a hello. But then again, Sergio was never one for many pleasantries."Twenty-two now? I'm gonna have to get you a walking cane and reading glasses next year " His lips are upturned in a playful grin.

Catalina's shoulders slumped down and she released a sense of tension that she hadn't realized she was carrying all day. "Did you forget you're a year older than me, abuelo Ramos?" Her smile was now matching his, wide and teasing.

"Right, that means I'm your elder so you have to respect me and do as I say" Sergio chuckled before his eyes dropped down to her pale pink pajamas with cartoon characters plastered all over them from head to toe.

Catalina could practically feel his eyes burning holes right through her, she felt naked and exposed in a way that made her want to hide. "Bugs Bunny, cute. It suits you" He piped with a halfway smirk.

She felt her cheeks heat up and suddenly found it hard to make eye contact, aiming to look closer to the ground now. "Thank you. I obviously wasn't expecting to see you or I would have put on something a bit less..." she struggled to find the right words. "-childish." Is what she finally settled on.

He shook his head like it was nothing. "You can wear whatever you want it's your day, birthday girl." She could practically feel his eyes burning holes through her body.

"Only for another thirty minutes" She reminded him, crossing her arms together in an attempt to hide the cartoon characters plastered all over her torso.

Sergio smiled brightly and held up the white plastic bag that he had been holding in his hand. "Then I came just in time. I have candles, jello, whipped cream, and sprinkles. The only store open didn't have any cake so I had to improvise."

Catalina's eyebrows raised, her lip pouting out with surprise. "For me?"

He scrunched his nose and feigned looking around for another person. "Who else?"

The door creaked as it was pushed open to make room for Sergio, Catalina happily stepped to the side. "Come on in."

Sergio smiled at her and stepped inside, taking his shoes off as he entered the house leaving him in his socks. They gathered at her dining room table, Catalina running into the kitchen to get utensils and plates while Sergio took out each item from the bag.

"I cannot believe you actually came here. That you put in all this effort just for me. Thank you Sergio." Catalina told him as she set the plates down at the table.

He shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world. "Maybe your uncle will bitch at me a little less when I fuck up if he sees me running around the whole city for his niece" his tone is deadpan and his eyes trail up from the jello to look at her.

Catalina stills for a moment and he watches as her face drops, eyelids wide and lips parting slightly. Sergio brings his knuckles up to her nose and squeezes lightly, a small laugh escaping him. "Relax, kitty Cat. It's a joke. This is our secret so let's just keep it between us, okay?"

Her eyes lighten up and the corners of her lips perk back up. "Okay, deal."

Sergio's gaze drops as he spreads the whipped cream onto the gelatinous dessert. "That's settled then. Now, be a good girl and take a seat in the big chair so I can sing you happy birthday."

The jello cake had been better than expected, the both of them managing to scarf down almost all of the pretend cake with just the two of them.

They chatted for a bit about work, both of their yawns becoming more consistent until it became evident that his time there was coming to an end.

This was such a grand gesture, such a nice thoughtful thing to do she didn't know how to address it properly, especially not with someone like Sergio.

He wasn't one for mushy-gushy things but it felt appropriate in a circumstance like this. As they talked about next weeks schedule for the team, she found her mind slipping into what exactly to say to him.

It must have been Catalina's nerves that got to her, because by the time he was getting out of the chair to go to the front door she still couldn't muster up the courage to say what she wanted to, not that she even really knew what that was.

Sergio gave her a quick hug goodbye before he was out the door, Catalina left alone in her thoughts as the door shut behind him

Her thoughts kept getting louder and louder before a big wave of adrenaline it her, and all she could think was run!

" Wait-" Catalina called as she ran out of her house, barely having time to throw on slippers before she chased him down the sidewalk.

Sergio turned around on the heals of his feet, stopping directly in his place as he watched her charge towards him. His eyebrows knitted together with confusion, assuming maybe he forgot his keys of wallet, but she only kept running like it was the most urgent matter in the world.

Once she got half a step away from him, she stuck her arms out and wrapped her arms around him tightly, burying her head in his chest. Sergio froze for a moment out of pure surprise, but Catalina didn't let go.

The hardness of his chest pressed up against her cheek and the warmth of his body melted her soul and made her mind fuzzy.

Overcome with emotion, her vision became blurry and she let out a shaky breath. "This birthday was the most lonely day of my life, and you came when I really needed it. It felt like everyone forgot about me, and I thought I didn't care but now I know I do. I'm so grateful you came, thank you."

It was as if the breath was knocked out of Sergio by her words, his breathing slowing down. "Catalina" Sergio called softly.

His hands laced in her hair as he held her smaller frame, scratching lightly at her scalp in an attempt to soothe her. In all honesty he was unsure of what to say, on what he could possibly say to make the situation better.

He thought carefully before speaking again. "I did it because I wanted to. Because that's what friends are for."

Friends?

The word brought a smile to her face so strong she don't think anything could break it.

"I really don't know what to say, this is just so unbelievably kind-" she started before being pulled into something hard, muffling her voice.

Sergio squeezed her tightly into his chest and kept going until she was squirming in his grip, letting out a quiet whine. His chest heaved as he laughed over her screeches.

Once he got the reaction he was happy with, he squeezed her a bit tighter before letting her go. Catalina let out a gasp of air and pushed his sides lightly. "Why do you like to torture me?" She wasn't annoyed at all, a hint of playfulness in her voice.

"Because I like how you look when you pout."

He even didn't have to look at her to know what her reaction was, her dark round eyes now wide and lips agape and he wasn't wrong.

"Get some rest, Goodnight, birthday girl" Sergio bent down and pressed his soft lips against each of Bianca's cheeks, lingering a beat longer on the last cheek before pulling away nonchalantly, flashing his straight teeth to the girl.

Although it was a common way to say hello or goodbye in their shared native land, it made her chest warm and her breath hitch in all the best ways. "Goodnight, drive safe."

They gave one last small wave before he turned around to go to his car again, this time Bianca not stopping him as he disappeared off into the black night.

Catalina showed up to the training grounds like any other day, a special white badge dangling from her neck and a dark black camera bag strapped firmly to her side.

Something seemed to be off though. From the moment she stepped into the building everyone was acting off, gaze lingering a bit too long or not long enough. Even the security guard made her feel out of place, which was something that she hadn't felt in a while with that team.

Not to mention half the players seemed to be gone, suddenly all disappearing off into different rooms or quietly running through the back hallways. "Catalina!" Marcelo exclaimed once she stepped onto the pitch, jogging over to her.

His overexcited tone startled her, causing her to jump a bit before making eye contact with the left-back. "Oh hey, how are you?" She smiled at him before going to open her camera bag to start getting her stuff out.

"I'm great! The real question is how are you? " Marcelo emphasized, his eyebrows knitting together with concern.

Weird. Catalina raised an eyebrow but nonetheless didn't push on the matter further. "I'm feeling okay, just a bit tired from last night."

Marcelo pressed his lips together inquisitively. "What were you doing last night?"

She froze at the question, starkly remember Sergio's direct instructions to not mention their time together the night prior. There was a slight pause as she tried to think of a quick excuse, landing on the first thing that game to mind. "I was folding my laundry."

He didn't seem to buy it, and her tone didn't help much either. "All night?"

She faked a sense of casualness shrugging her shoulders. "I had a lot of laundry."

It was obvious that it was best to change the subject because there was no hope of saving it, not to mention the quietness of the field was so uncharacteristic that it became loud- an eeriness hovering over the pitch."Where is everybody? We're missing so many people it feels like a ghost town."

"Some are getting their physicals. I've already done mine so-" He stopped mid-sentence his eyes following elsewhere behind her, whatever was happening back there clearly throwing him off guard.

Catalina craned her neck to look at the distraction but Marcelo quickly grabbed her shoulders to grab her attention again, shaking her rapidly. "Don't you just love Real Madrid? The best team in all of Laliga, no, the whole world! Hala Madrid! ...y nada más" He practically jumbled out.

She awkwardly laughed, letting herself be shaken. "Hala Madrid but why the sudden team spirit?"

Marcelo stopped shaking her abruptly and his hands fell to his sides. "Not sure, just felt a surge of it run through me all of a sudden."

With that, he went back to practice like nothing happened.

Another fifteen minutes passed but at least these minutes were mostly normal, her snapping a few pictures of Raúl doing a few crossbar shots and him jokingly asking her to delete the ones of him completely missing completely.

At least he wasn't being weird today, she thought.

"Cat!" A voice called, although she didn't have to look up to recognize from the voice that it was Kaká.

She got one last fast snapshot of the players practicing before turning her head to him, He swung his hand implying for her to come to him, a wide smile greeting her kindly. It was hard to ever say no to such kind eyes.

Catalina was there in a flash, pushing her camera into her bag and zipping it shut. "Hi," she said once she was in front of him.

He laughed a bit and his eyes met hers. "Hey."

There was a pause before he asked, "Do you want to get lunch with me? Pretty much everyone is gone and I don't want to eat alone."

Her lips pulled into a downward smile, "Nice to know I'm your first choice."

Kaká ignored her teasing sarcasm and responded genuinely. "Don't be like that, I really do like spending time with you."

"Did I hear about lunch? I'll come too!"

"Me as well."

Suddenly Raúl and Marcelo were trailing behind the pair as they walked down the hallways, Cat not noticing as a few more people joined in as well. Kaká slipped his way behind Catalina at some point, her serving as the head of this randomly formed human snake of people behind her.

She pushed the heavy cafeteria door open and the moment she did multiple loud pops went off, bright rainbow colors flying so much it almost blurred her vision.

"Feliz cumpleaños!"

There awaited Karim, Cristiano, Casillas, Xabi, Pepe, and the other members of the team along with a few of the coaches and staff holding balloons, confetti poppers, and wearing cheesy multi-colored birthday party hats, a big streamer hung above their heads.

They looked happy as can be, screaming her name and using the last of the confetti. It was like they won their first game all over again, pure electricity and good energy filling up the room so much it might explode.

Tucked in the corner was Sergio with a used confetti cannon in hand, grinning proudly as Catalina yelped in shock before screeching with pure joy, throwing her arms around the first person she saw who just happened to be Kaká.

He laughed hardily and wrapped his arms around her, patting the top of her head. "I needed an excuse just to get you in here. Poor Marcelo had to rough you up just to distract you while I was bringing in the cake" He explained into her ear.

It all made sense now.

All the weird whispers, disappearing teammates, loud silences. It wasn't all for nothing. They took the time to do everything for her.

It makes her eyes prickle with tears. This was the sense of community she was searching for her whole life, and it felt like it was finally in her hands.

"Thank you so much for everything, I don't even know how to thank you." Catalina grinned brightly.

Kaká shook his head, his famous caring smile still pulling at his cheeks. "No, don't thank me. It was our fault for not knowing in the first place. I promised I wouldn't tell whose idea it was to have this party, and I am a man of my word."

In the corner of her vision, she could see Sergio watching her with a glint on his eye.

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thisisawonderfulusername · 2 years

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i wonder

shuri udaku x reader

requested by: anon

summary: an experimental kiss with shuri helps you realize that you like her

warnings: dumb idiots in love

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this took a little longer than expected, but i love the way it came out and i hope anon likes it too because it was such a good idea and i'm glad you came to me for it :) i'm not sure it has everything you asked for but i hope you like it either way

it wasn't often that someone could say that the black panther was their best friend. in fact, you were pretty sure there actually wasn't anyone else who could say that.

how lucky you were that your mother had grown up with queen ramonda as her friend. ever since you were a child, you would get to visit the palace- every kid's dream, really- and while your mothers chatted, you made friends with shuri.

it almost felt like fate was what brought the two of you together.

you grew up alongside the princess, now turned panther, and you wouldn't change that for anything. none of the friends you'd made in your life could compare to her in any way. you never felt the way you felt with her with anyone else.

you weren't sure what it was.

every time you saw her, every time she greeted you, it felt like your heart missed a beat. when you heard her laugh, your breath would be swept away as you grinned, happy you were the one who could make her crack up with the stupidest jokes.

sometimes you would watch her work in her lab, legs swinging from the chair you were sitting on, and you couldn't help but admire the way she looked when she was so focused on her new technology. her eyebrows furrowed, causing a crease that you wished you could wipe away.

just being in her presence made you unbelievably happy, and you’re beyond grateful that after everything that’s happened throughout your lives- she’s stuck around. people usually come and go, but ever since you were young you would promise that you were stuck together. so far, it seemed true.

your fuzzy blanket is wrapped around you as you spread out on your couch, attention fully on the tv in front of you.

it was midnight- most people would be fast asleep in their beds, but you had lost track of time binging all of your favorite movies.

the only thing that broke you out of your trance was the trill of the kimoyo beads on your wrist.

in slight confusion, you accept the call. "panther," you greet, grabbing the remote to turn down the tv, "it's late, why are you up?"

"i could say the same to you." you can almost hear the tired smile that she wears on her face.

turning on your side, you yawn. "i'm just binging."

"mind if i join?" the question surprises you. yes, the two of you had spent nights together on many occasions. often at least once a week. the only fact that confused you is why she would call so late. "i can't sleep." it's almost as if she could hear your thoughts when she expanded upon her request.

"you know i'd never say no." you tell her.

"and that's why you're my favorite person," she states and you grin, "i'll be right over."

"can't wait." the call ends seconds later, and you pause the tv to sit up. you hated moving from such a comfortable position, but popcorn was a must when having a movie night with shuri.

after you finished, you reassume your position on the couch, tossing a few pieces into your mouth as you unpause.

a little while later, you hear the door open and close, followed by footsteps entering the living room. "i see you're comfortable," the laugh that follows her comment is almost angelic.

"well, what can you expect so late at night?" you look up at her.

she shrugs, "got me there." she stands in front of you, blocking your view of the tv. "scooch."

you do as she asks, simply sitting up just long enough for her to get comfortable before laying your head down in her lap.

it's a familiar feeling, but every time you do it you feel your heart skip a beat.

"what are we watching?" she questions, propping her feet up on your coffee table and resting her hand on your stomach. there's a flutter there that always follows her affectionate touches, but you brush it off.

"some romance movie." you tell her, not fully remembering exactly what it was about. truthfully, you had been drifting in and out during the film, closing your eyes or switching your attention to your phone. but it didn’t really matter, it was the same as every other romance movie.

you look at the screen just as the soon to be couple wraps around each other in a loving embrace. reunited after a break up and time spent apart with no contact.

they stare into each others eyes, and you see the man’s gaze flicker to the love interest’s lips. seconds later, he pulls her into a deep kiss.

"do you ever wonder what that feels like?" you ask softly.

her soft gaze switches from the tv to you, "what what feels like?"

your eyes meet hers and you think for a moment. "kissing someone." you mumble, "well, not just kissing someone- like, being with someone-"

"i do." she cuts off your ramble, finger tracing shapes on your skin and sending goosebumps across it. "i mean, who doesn't?"

a small smile graces your face. after a beat of silence, she speaks again. "what if we kissed? just to, you know… see what it feels like."

you feel heat rising to your face, and you wonder why your heart was beginning to race.

"unless you don't want to-"

"no, i do." you cut her off, sitting up suddenly, "i mean, who's a better first kiss than your best friend?"

her beautiful smile reveals itself and you feel like you're turning to jelly. why? you don’t know.

her hand raises to rest on your cheek, and you wonder if she can feel it burning under her touch.

there's a slight hesitation when she leans in.

your lips hover over each other, breaths mingling. it takes an excruciatingly long time, barely brushing against each other before the gap is fully sealed.

your eyes fluttered shut, and your hands find their place on her hips moments later to hold onto her.

your stomach felt like it was doing somersaults as you pull her closer, part of you feeling like it wasn’t enough.

you're not sure how long it lasted- seconds, minutes- but it doesn't feel like enough. you have to stop yourself from chasing after her lips again when she pulls away, opening your eyes.

"damn," you whisper, face still dangerously close to hers, catching your breath.

she gives a small nod, "that was good." she chuckles softly, "are you sure you've never done that before?"

you laugh, looking into her eyes. it takes everything in you to not lean in again and steal another kiss as she licks her lips. "i was gonna ask the same thing."

she glances towards the tv, seeing the credits beginning to roll down the screen, before looking at the digital clock below the tv. “it’s really late.” she mumbles.

your hands slowly retreat from her waist. “yeah.” you run your hand down your face, questioning the pang that you felt in your heart. "we should go to bed."

after cleaning up the living room, the both of you crawled into your bed next to each other.

you had always cuddled on the nights you spent together, but tonight it felt different. having her arms around your waist while her head rested on your chest and your own arm around her back felt like so much more than it usually was. it made your heart beat a little bit faster than before.

“good night.” you whispered in the dark room, not sure if she was even still awake.

but a few seconds later, you barely hear her mumble a good night.

when you woke up the next morning, she was no longer next to you. it took a few minutes to realize, patting your hand all over the mattress and finally opening your eyes to see that she was gone.

with a frown, you sit up and go to grab your phone. right next to it, you see a little note.

sorry for leaving without saying bye, you looked too peaceful to wake up. i was needed in the lab.

you sigh, placing it back where it was left before getting out of bed. part of you was upset that she was gone and you didn't get to see her. but why? you saw her every week.

but as time passed, you quickly started to realize why you missed her so much.

but you needed confirmation.

your fingers tap against the counter as the facetime call rings, waiting for the pan on the stove to heat up.

just in time, your friend picks up. "what's up!"

"riri, i need help." your lack of greeting worries her, you can see it in the way her eyebrows scrunch together.

you crack an egg into the pan, "yeah, what is it?"

"how would i know if i… had feelings for someone?" the pitch of your voice raises slightly at the end of your sentence as you avoid looking at your phone.

when you look back after a moment, she has a knowing grin spread across her face, as if she knew what you were thinking.

"what's that smile for?" you ask worriedly.

she shakes her head, "nothing. can i ask who it is that you like?"

your lips purse as you watch the egg white bubble, "well i don't know if i actually like them. that's why i called you."

"is it shuri?"

your eyes widen as your head whips towards your phone, "what? what- no-" you let out a nervous laugh, "she's- yeah… it's shuri."

her grin widens, "i've been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea."

your eyebrows furrow, "what do you mean you've been waiting for this?"

"oh come on, man." she rolls her eyes, "every time i visit y'all are staring at each other like you're the only ones in the world."

your face heats up at that. "are you serious?"

"duh," she shifts on her bed, "what made you finally realize it?"

you stay quite for a moment, wondering if you should tell her or not. "come on, y/n/n. just tell me."

sighing, you look at your egg, flipping it over. "we kind of kissed."

"kind of kissed?!" her sudden screech makes you wince, "sorry, sorry- how and when exactly did this happen?"

your finger taps against the counter. "last night. we were having one of our sleepovers and we just… wondered what it would be like to kiss someone."

"oh my god y'all kill me." she groans, "you need to pick your ass up and go tell her you like her before i do it for you."

"you wouldn't." you glare at the phone.

"you know i would."

yeah, you knew she would.

but it still took you days to even think of telling shuri how you felt. parts of you were conflicted, wondering if you were really into her or if it was some sort of effect from kissing her.

but riri said you guys seemed to like each other way before now.

and she was irritating with how much she was pushing you to tell her. you'd get a text every day.

riri- did you tell her?

y/n- not yet

riri- you need to tell her

y/n- yeah, you've only told me a million times

over and over again.

about a week later, you finally decided it was time. going longer than a few days with no talking to shuri was rare, you can't remember the last time that happened. so today you were going to pay her a visit.

face to face, so you can't back out, just as riri told you.

"so you go visit her, right?" your friend speaks through the phone, continuing after your hum of acknowledgement, "and then you tell her that hey, i like you. that simple."

"but it's easier said than done." you groan, shifting your position on the couch.

"of course it is!" she sounds way too perky for you, "but literally everything is."

sighing heavily, you nod. "so you're gonna do it?" she questions.

"maybe." she glares at you, "fine, yes. i'll do it."

you rehearse the speech you've prepared in your head as you walk through the long halls of the palace, fidgeting with your fingers. small smiles were flashed to any guards that you walked by.

when you entered shuri's lab, you could see all of the scientists and engineers working away. it wasn't hard to spot shuri in the midst of them all. seeing her sent your heart beating faster than it should be when you're simply standing there, and you have to take a deep breath to calm yourself.

finally, you gather enough courage to walk up to her, hands laced together in front of you while your thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand.

"hey, shuri." you greet once you get close enough, and she immediately turns around.

her smile almost makes you choke, "y/n!" she wraps her arms around you, "it's been a bit."

nodding, you return her hug. "yeah… i actually wanted to talk to you about something."

worry washes over her face, "of course, what is it?"

you glance around the lab. "let's go somewhere private." you mumble, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the room. she doesn't resist, following you wherever you turn.

when you finally find a space you deem private enough, you stop and spin on your heel to look at her. she barely stops in time to not bump into you.

the speech you had purposefully crafted in your mind suddenly vanished, and you were internally panicking. she could probably see it in your eyes.

you decide to just wing it.

"i like you."

when she's quiet for a moment, you worry that you've just ruined everything. her eyes just wander your face. “you like me?”

you gulp, avoiding her gaze. oh bast, this was a mistake. why did you do this?

“uh- yeah.” your voice comes out weaker than you expect it to, and you hate it. “after we kissed i just- you know-” you finally look at her, “i’m sorry.”

the soft smile on her face confuses you.

“i like you too, y/n/n.” her voice is low, as if it’s a secret that she’s whispering.

your breath turns shaky. “really?”

her hand goes to rest on your cheek, just like it had a few nights ago. you’re sure you might go into cardiac arrest soon. “of course.”

“oh, thank god.” you let out a deep breath, “i really thought that i just ruined-”

your sentence is cut off when she pulls you into her, lips crashing against your own.

it's perfect.

the way you can feel her nose nudging into your cheek, how her hands migrate from your neck and down your arms to hold your waist.

your own hands had gone from your sides to her hips, feeling the skin that was barely exposed beneath her shirt.

how you didn't realize your feelings way, way long ago, you don't know. but you don't think it matters now that you have her in your arms.

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penrose-quinn · 2 years

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Hi Pen 😁

I'm thrilled you rb the writing ask post! I was secretely hoping you would so I could ask you some questions 😳. If you're not too busy and you still feel like it, I'd be super interested in 6), 11), 13), 50) and 58) (I hope it's not too much, feel free to skip some questions if you want)

I hope you're doing okay, please take good care of yourself and have a nice day ❤💗!

Hi Obsidian 💕

Thank you for asking! Ohh, I’m really not sure if I have interesting answers, but I’m flattered that you want to ask me anyway!! RL failed me so I’m actually bailing it atm haha. Dw not too much at all, I enjoyed the questions! I just hope I’m not overbearing with my answers. They’re a bit lengthy 👉👈

Likewise! Hoping you always have an awesome day and take care!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Turned out to be more than a line, but I’ll just let this one slip! This one is from GL chap 11, just a snippet between Shin and Izana.

No one ever told him that nicotine shouldn’t be something he was supposed to crave – he didn’t mean to poison you the way he did – though he would to his little brother back then and it spared him a few more years until he could flicker one by himself on the same harbor, the same shade of night. Someday, the Black Dragon embroidered on his back.

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

I never write things in order lol. I jump around so much that any poor soul who takes a peek of my notes will be so confused. I see it more as stitching up a bunch scenes together and then hoping it makes sense in post-editing. I'm sadly not organized enough to plot down what'll happen point for point. I go with the flow and what feels right 😔

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

Yup! I rarely work in complete silence in anything. My thoughts are too loud and it's hard for me to concentrate without music or some form of noise in the background. Currently, well mostly, As It Was by Harry Styles since I'm planning to use that as a header for the next chapter in GL. Somebody to Love by Queen because I'm thinking of Shin lol. Was even debating whether I should put this as the header at first. Ship to Wreck and Delilah by Florence + The Machine for GL!MC because nothing beats a soulful song about love and self-destruction. Hmm, a few songs from Metric, POWERS, and The Smiths in between. I'm sorry this is a lot of different genres 😅 but I usually run through multiple songs to find that specific mood for scenes.

50. How would you describe your writing style?

Oof, this is a hard one. I’m not sure how to describe it, though I suppose when it’s comes to my writing I cull out as much words as possible but still try - emphasis on try :’) - to make it vivid, evocative, and surreal in a sentence. I guess this comes from attempting to emulate Japanese writers and poets since they're such masters at capturing the right words while being so descriptive and subtle in a few, simple sentences.

Though I rely more on how people describe my writing because I don’t want to think too deeply about it haha. A friend and mutual of mine once described it as something that should be read multiple times because after every reread, they find new meanings to the words and actions of the characters, that there are these hints they have to work to find, just the 'blink-and-you'll-miss-it' nature of it. This comment always made my heart skyrocket ever since. That, and the stream of consciousness one from three respected writers (Hi Obsidian 💓) from three completely different fandoms. That one surprised me the most because all of you literally said the same thing and it made me happy :)

58. Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

It's hard for me to cite a certain piece because I've already written a lot to recall something specific to be a favorite and I like my writing, even though I still think it's amateur. When it comes to figurative language, a pattern I like and notice is 'lost and found', death, distance, tenderness and violence, ghosts or whatever supernatural entity really, the act of bleeding, the act of devouring, and eyes that reveal more about the observer than the object of their observation.

It's the setting too! Seasons, surroundings, places, and even history/time as a way to convey the innermost emotions, sentiments, identities, and gradual changes of the characters and their relationships. Everything blends in so much that what's happening is surreal and a little vague which is which, what's tangible or not, is it really the rain or the sound of someone's heartbeat. That kind of thing 😊

#pen answers #i actually wasn't expecting anyone to ask me anything (i was following your footsteps in getting a mutual to rb lol)#i get excited over reading others' asks about their writing #not that i didn't get excited that you asked me 💕#thank you again for this!#writing

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youre-a-total--poser · 2 years

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Wrong Child

Warnings: Let me know

Age: 4 and 16

Word Count: 928

Requests: Open

Summary: Thor was given one job by Natasha and that was bringing you home from school safety but he failed.

Requested by:

Date: 15/07/2022

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You were at pre-school today and since your mom was going to be stuck in meetings all day. She wasn't going to be able to collect you and the only free person was Thor.

Natasha gave Thor the easiest instructions that anyone could follow.

Step 1. Arrive at Y/N's school by 2:55 pm.

Step 2. Wait for Y/N's teacher to dismiss each student and go up to the door to get her.

Step 3. Bring Y/N home safe and unharmed.

Thor arrived at the school just in time. The school bell rang and he was expecting all the kids to be let out calmly but instead, the double doors swung over and a swarm of children came running and screaming out of the building he was watching all the kids but he couldn't see you.

Thor started to look around the playground when he spotted you. It was actually the red hair that gave it away.

As he started walking over when a large number of kids ran over to him and started shouting questions at him.

"Okay, tiny midguardians I'm looking for Y/N," Thor asked the kids.

They starts looking around and pointed in the direction of where you were.

He looked over and saw you again then walked over to you and took your hand. "Time to go home." Then he took you home.

You were quiet the whole journey home. Thor wasn't sure if this was normal behaviour for you since he's never taken you home from school before so he just left it.

Thor led you inside the compound and then into the common room

"Look who's home," Thor announced.

All eyes turned in his direction. Clint stood up and walked over looking down at the small girl

"Who's that?" Clint asked.

"What do you mean who's that it's Y/N."

"take a good look at her Thor," Clint said.

Thor looked down and not Y/N looked up at him.

Wanda walked in "I've made Y/N a snack. Where is she?"

"Well according to the babysitter of the year Y/N is right here," Tony said sitting down on the sofa.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Wanda asked crouching down to the girl's level.

"Y/N." She replied

"Well, that explains it." Clint sighs sitting down next to Tony.

"Has anyone told Natasha yet?" Wanda asked looking around at the boys.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer to the common room.

"I have a feeling she's going to find out on her own," Tony stated putting his feet up onto the coffee table getting ready to enjoy the show.

"I just got a call from Y/N's Teacher who has just informed me that Y/N is still there and another little girl is missing," Natasha said oddly calm walking over to Thor.

"I gave you three very simple steps and somehow you've managed to fail to do them all now where is this girl?"

Thor stepped to the side and revealed the little girl who was standing behind him.

"Come on sweetheart I'll take you back to your mom." Natasha softly spoke holding out her hand.

Not Y/N took Natasha's hand and followed her.

Natasha stopped and turned around "Don't think that you're getting out of this one. You're coming to explain to my daughter why you didn't pick her up."

Thor didn't say anything since he knew better not to he just followed Natasha out the door.

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You were sitting in your classroom drawing when the door opened you looked up and a wide smile grew on your face when you saw who it was.

"Mama!"

You stood up and ran over to your mama at the same time, not Y/N ran over to hers.

Natasha lifted you and you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged her so tightly.

“I waited and waited and waited but no one showed up,” you said with tears forming in your eyes.

Natasha felt her heart shatter. She hates seeing her baby like this

"I'm so sorry baby. Mama promises that it will never happen again." Natasha promised hugging you tightly.

After Natasha and Thor apologised to your teacher and not Y/N’s mom they took you home.

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When you got home Natasha took Thor away to have a little chat you didn't see him for a while after that And when he finally made an appearance again it was almost like he was too scared to go near you.

You spent the rest of the day cuddling with your mama in her bed. You were starting to wish that you could get left at school again as you were loving all the attention that you were getting. You even got to eat dinner in your mom's bed which never happens.

Every day after that incident Thor had been apologising and giving you whatever you wanted

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*13 years later*

You walked into the kitchen and you saw Thor sitting at the table eating something.

“Hey Thor what are you eating?” you asked.

“Poptarts.”

“Cool can I have one?”

“This is my last one.” He told you.

“Remember that time when I was 4 years old and you took another kid home and left me at school?”

Thor sighed and handed you the pop tart.

You took it from him and gave him a kiss on the cheek “thank you Thor.” then you skipped away happily eating the pop tart

You very much enjoyed using your new superpower And you could wait to start testing it out to see what it could really do.

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cult-daycare · 2 years

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Many Regrets- But NOT that one. (Shamura Fic)

When living as long as Shamura has you end up having many and I mean MANY regrets, to the point where they couldn't even keep up with how many things they’ve regretted doing in their lifetime.

But one main thing that Shamura will never forgive themselves for is the events at led up to Narinders’... End.

However they paid the price for that, with the very main source of their intellect being shattered, leaving a practical husk of what they once were.

For almost a half century, Shamura thoughts felt like they were walking through shallow mud, and was just barely able to understand the muddled sounds and physical contact that was made on their own body, all they could hear most of the time was a static ringing.

Eventually, they were able to get through the mud, but there was still dirt clinging to them, they could see more clearly, and even catch a glimpse of where they were.

Until one day they finally were able to see and hear so evidently to the point that Shamura went into a shock for just a moment. When they realized that they could hear the animals in the sea, land, and sky, see the details of their environment so prominently for the first time in YEARS!

It made them wanna yell in happiness- but tch-

Sadly even though they could finally see and even hear without restraint, Shamura’s motor skills weren't exactly connecting to their brain.

Shamura sighed internally as they took in their surroundings, which was... Huh, actually Shamura wasn't quite sure where they were.

It was just on the tip of their tongue, but not at the same time!

Unconsciously cheddaring in frustration Shamura didn't notice a follower walking up from right behind them until said follower raised their voice.

“My lord?” Shamura could feel their body tense from the sudden sound of a voice, but they couldn't move their body around to see who the owner was.

For a minute no one said anything until that same voice spoke again, “Geez, what was I expect... They haven't made any sign of consciousness in years, why would I think they would now?”

Hearing footsteps walk around the left side of Shamura’s body and right into their eyesight, finally seeing a black bat with blue eyes and a scar on its right wing.

The little bat stared into Shamura’s eyes before letting a sigh as they turn their gaze to the ground.

“You know,” The bat spoke, “My mom use to tell me stories about how you gave knowledge and guidance to anyone who asked of your lordship... That was until HE hurt you and the rest of the Bishops!”

‘So much anger...’ Shamura thought as the small bat tried to calm their breathing.

“... I know you probably won’t answer me, but” The bat silences themselves for a moment, “Do you ever regret making Narinder into a Bishop?”

And, that was what made everything CLICK together in Shamura’s brain.

Memories of Kallamar, Heket, Leshy, and... Narinder... A little three-eyed black cat that messed with his siblings, snuggled up to Shamura when he was tired, and the one who now waits for his escape from the prison THEY trapped him in.

With a shaking intake of breath, in a raspy voice, Shamura spoke the first words they have spoken in half a century.

“... No, I do not.”

And there's a drawing of Shimura with bb Narinder and Kallamar since no one can agree on who's older!

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl shamura #cotl narinder #cotl bishops #colt fanart #fanfic

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staygolddindjarin · 3 years

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Grief

Chapter One: History

Din Djarin x Reader x a bunch of other star wars characters

Series Summary: Raised on Mandalore, born into a bloodline of warriors, no one ever expected for the daughter of a Clan leader to go rogue. Leaving the life of security and making the journey to fight in the war against the empire meant many things... giving up the way of the Mandalore, and giving up a solid future. A future that involves an arranged marriage to a foundling from another clan.

Chapter Warnings: Oof this ones kinda angsty right off the bat- ⚠️ attempted suicide?? Kinda?? Age gap (reader is underage, but don't worry it's just for the sake of backstory and also there's no spicy, so...) mentions of death and afterlife, fluff if you like squint really hard

A/n: hello there... I'm sorry to inflict tumblr with this atrocity, but wattpad had to deal with it so tumblr can too. I wrote a different version of this on my wp with an OC name, but I know that not everyone cares for that so this won't include that. Also this series will be such a slow burn... prepare yourself ahead of time because it's going to be agonizing

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Part 1/?

"Pehea gar mar'eyir ni...."

How did you find me....

He came and sat beside me, the sound of metal scraping agaisnt the ground when he knelt first.

"Gar cuyir te shi solus tion'ad comes olar jii. Ni kar'taylir gar jate'shya gar mirdir Ni vaabir," He responded.

You are the only one who comes here now. I know you better than you think I do.

I heaved a deep breath before letting it out in an exhausted sigh. Speaking in my native tongue was something I always appreciated, but now sitting here it felt nearly uncomfortable, but there was a reason for that.

"I wanted to be alone," The words from my mouth were no longer in my language, and he shifted beside me, trying to convey his confusion without a word.

"Care to elaborate?" He suggested, his asking tone was harsh... but then so was everything else about him.

I didn't really feel like explaning my feelings at the moment. I didn't want to focus on the very thing he was asking about. Even though he wasn't absolutely sure of what he was asking.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you," I trailed off.

"Try me." His voice wasn't any softer, but the sincerity he rarely showed had seeped into his tone.

"I really don't think it's a good idea. You really won't understand, and for all I know you could make things worse off for me than they already are," I didn't like it when he let his guard down around me. I didn't like getting closer to him, even though I was supposed to.

"I can't force you. Whatever it is, I wouldn't get myself too worked up," He sounded hurt, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it was by my words. He was too strong to be wounded by such trivial things.

He moved in his seat, beginning to stand, and for some reason the thought of being alone like I had originally intended seemed like a horrible idea.

I reached out to grip his arm. I kept my gaze forward, knowing that even if I looked at him I could not see his eyes.

"Stay."

He didn't hesitate. He sat down again, and I no longer felt guilt for the hurt in his voice a moment prior.

We sat for a moment in silence, just looking over the cliffside, into the deep canyons that wove in between settlements and encampments of our tribes and clans.

"I don't want this life," I whispered. I had only half hoped he would be paying enough attention to hear me. My voice was soft enough that he might not have.

"What do you mean?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, regretting the choice to even say what I did. I felt a shiver go down my arms, and I felt the wind come into the old open cavern, making the air around me chill. My arms were exposed, for I didn't expect the cold tonight. I didn't expect to be here this long.

"I'll turn sixteen in four days. I will either take the creed, or deny everything I've ever been taught. I'd leave if I do that," I finally gave a glance in his direction. He looked back at me, or at least the beskar did. I could never tell where his eyes were.

"You want to leave?" That pained tone of his voice had returned. The one I felt guilty for without actually believing I had done anything to cause it.

I did. I wanted to get off this planet. Away from the responsibility of becoming what everyone expected of me.

"I have to. It's the only way I will ever be at peace, but I'm not sure if I truly have the strength to stand in front of my family and deny the creed."

I could run away. I had some friends who were planning to jump a transport and join the rebellion against the empire.

They had offered me to be apart of this, but I had refused, believing that I would follow in my ancestors footsteps and take the creed. My father had already provided the beskar for my helmet to be made. It was already in the armourer's possession. All that was left was for me to come of age.

"Where did you go, just now?" He noticed my lack of attentiveness to my current reality, and brought me back to where I was. On the drafty cliffside, with my legs hanging over the end.

"Nowhere. I was just thinking about the future," I had admitted. Though I felt the need to stay emotionally distant from him, and not let myself develop a closeness, I knew I could trust him with my life, which is why I even revealed these things to him in the first place.

"What do you think your future will look like?" The tone that brought me guilt had again left his voice, but was replaced by something else... was it fear? I could not even think of theorizing that he could ever be scared. He was one of the bravest in his clan. Never had he shown an ounce of fear to anyone or anything. How stupid of me to even wonder.

"Merc and his crew are gonna stow away on a crate transport tomorrow. He has contact with the rebellion. He said that I could go with them if I was up for it," I looked down, almost embarrassed at admitting a plan of escape to someone so loyal to this place. Even though he wasn't born on this planet, and even though he wasn't a blood member of any tribe, the foundling was more of a mandalorian than I could ever be.

"You've agreed?"

"No. Not yet," I shook my head. I didn't feel like my reasons were valid. Having him sit beside me, and ask me these things made me realize that I needed to explain myself further.

"Din, I want to be free. I don't want to spend the rest of my life under a code that is so restricting to me, binding my every decision. Everything I'd do would have to be following after the creed."

He didn't respond, and even though his features were shrouded under the reflective surface of his beskar, I could tell he was thinking of something.

"I'm not yet sixteen, but when I am... I don't want to be locked down under a piece of metal. I don't want to have to be bound to this planet or a clan. I want to go some place far away and be something that is different than what everyone expects of me. I want to fight battles against the empire, I want to make my own rules. I want to be free to marry who I love, and not be betrothed to whoever my father chooses for me," I finished off my speech about freedom, but realized the last sentence too late. I should have chosen a better set of words.

Din's head hung down, looking at the wrist guards he wore. He shook his head back and forth and before I could interject, he began speaking.

"So that's why...." he trailed off. I was honestly too scared to say anything now. Why must I speak so bluntly and hurtfully honest to people? Perhaps it is because I had never gotten close to him that now I had no fear in what I said to his face.

"If the reason you plan to leave your family is because of me, then-"

"No," I said harshly, catching him off guard. I was usually snippy with others, but I had never before shown a tendency to be angry or intense with my speech. "Believe me, this has nothing to do with you."

"You have always shown enthusiasm towards coming of age. It's only now, when we are arranged, that you show any difference," He brought on certainty in his voice that I nearly couldn't deny, but the truth was... it really wasn't about him. "I can converse with your father, the rest of the clan... I will find a way to break it off if it will make you stay."

"Din, I don't want you to do that. If you don't believe me when I tell you that you are not the cause of this, then so be it, but I will not have you ruining your good name in my favor, when it won't even stop me," The heat of the moment provided actual, physical warmth for me in the time I was running my mouth off, but now that I had finished, and begun to calm down, I felt the freezing air on my arms again, wrapping them around myself and drawing my legs closer to generate more body heat.

"Are you cold?" He changed the subject, needing something- anything else to say.

"Its not exactly warm up here," My voice was low and sarcastic, but at hearing my words, Din stood up and stepped behind me. Before I even had a chance to ask him what he was doing, I felt his thick woolen cape being draped around my shoulders.

I smiled softly, not even a real, full smile. More of just a small tug from the side of my lips. My real smile was saved for later.

"Thank you."

He nodded as he sat back down, letting his legs fall over the cliffside.

"So you're gonna leave with them, aren't you?" His head turned to face me, but I couldn't dare try and stare at the beskar while thinking of what I would do. This choice was the beginning of the rest of my life.

"I think so," I didn't think. Thinking was what I had been doing too much of. Now I was certain. This was my choice. I was going to start new, and become something different. I may have been born on mandalore, but I was definitely not a mandalorian.

I had a rush of confidence come through me until I remembered what this meant. It all hit me like a dropship coming out of hyperspace. What was I thinking?

"No," I whispered. Din didn't understand my sudden discouragement, but he would soon.

"Merc and his friends already denied the creed. He's a foundling. They all are," I started to tear up as I realized what would happen to my family. The loss of a child in a clan is bad enough, but my family hadn't done anything to dessrve this. They were caring. They had shown me love. They had given me the best life I could ask for on a planet with such a religion.

"Second thoughts?" He asked genuinely, scooting closer beside me as to maybe get more information from my body language, or even my breathing.

"I can't do this. My family would be ruined. If I ran away, they would be punished for it," I felt tears coming up in my eyes. My clan was good to me. The people were kind, and I found solace there. Even if I had always dreamt about something bigger, I couldn't bear to let ruin come upon my family name. It wasn't fair to let that happen, especially when the only thing in the way was my own selfishness. "I can't leave my family."

I let the tears stream down my face, not even bothering to wipe them away. The contrast of the cold wind on my hot, tear streaked face had helped to calm me down a little.

"If you plan on staying, you understand that I am apart of your future here, don't you?"

"Din, I already told you before... you are not the reason I want to leave," I tried my best to keep myself together, but with my wet cheeks and red, puffy eyes, I didn't see how that could be an option.

What if there was another way to freedom?

I sat, trying to think of some stories that the other clan members would talk about.

"Din?"

He hummed in response, keeping his gaze on me.

"Has anyone in your clan ever mentioned afterlife?" I maybe should have taken a different approach to this. He seemed to be rendered speechless by my topic of conversation, but I had to ask.

"You mean after death?" He asked me and I nodded.

"I've heard some stories."

I thought about how it had been described to me. A paradise, with never-ending happiness, and unlimted freedom. Freedom.

"After you die, you appear in the world as another life. You can do whatever you want and no one has consequences for any of it. It's like a world without chaos. Everything is perfect," I remember every word as it comes out of my mouth. The words that were spoken to me, more like taught to me when I was a bit younger by the elders who had retired from their days of battle.

"It sounds too easy." He said, ripping me out of my fantasy.

"That's the point. You don't have to worry about anything or anyone, because you can do as you please, and everything will still be the same. All you have to do is die...."

"Like being reborn into a different world."

"Exactly."

I hesitated to take my safety blaster from it's holster under my hip, and when I did, I looked at it before pointing it out in the distance and testing the trigger. It shot a blast of lazer energy out into the air, landing somewhere beneath us in the canyon.

I decided that this was not an act to pursue at the moment, for Din was sitting right beside me, and the sight of watching a young girl pull the trigger against her own head might be an unpleasant one. Even for him, though he has seen worse.

I put the blaster back in it's holster and stand up from the rocky ground. Din follows suit, looking down at me with quiet concern. I wouldn't have known it until now, but I wondered if he had come to care for me at all during these last few weeks we had been betrothed.

I'd known him the majority of my life anyways, so I knew he must have felt some sort of attachment to me, but in what form, I hadn't ever cared to ask.

He kept breathing heavily as he looked down at me for a few moments, and it almost sounded like he wanted to ask me something. The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words.

"Here's your cape back," I slid the material off my shoulders, trying to hand it back to him, but he pushed it back towards me.

"You should keep it for now. The sun is nearly down, it will only grow colder."

He reached his gloved hand up to my face, and I could swear I felt the warmth of his hand beneath the coarse leather.

I only nodded, and leaned forward, trying to lean my head into him, but he carefully stopped me, his hands on my shoulders. Instead he rested his helmet against my forhead, and the cold beskar wasn't such a bad feeling as it rested there.

"I won't let you down. I promise." He said, clueless of my plans for later tonight, after the tribes were asleep, and no one would be at the cliffside.

"I know you won't. You're a good man, Din Djarin." I paused, trying to gather better words. "A true Mandalorian if there ever was one."

The moment didn't last any longer because of how frigid the air was becoming. It was warmer back with the tribes, they always had a fire burning.

Without another word, we both left the old artillery cavern and hiked down the side of the canyon to get back to our own clan territory.

Once I was at the edge of mine, I turned around to utter a simple goodbye, and found that he was very close behind me. His hand came up and rested on my shoulder, lightly squeezing it.

Maybe this was the last time we would see each other. Tonight I would envoke my plan to freedom, to rebirth. Perhaps we would meet in another life. Perhaps I would have just enough memory of this life to try and find him in the next one. One where I will have freedom.

Tonight I had gotten closer to the metal clad Mandalorian than I ever had before. I didn't regret it. He listened to what I had to say, and there were few who ever did.

His hand fell from it's place on my shoulder, but I didn't let him walk away yet. I pulled him into an embrace, feeling him tense up for a moment before reciprocating. It took him a few seconds to let out the breath he was holding in, but when he did, he found himself relaxing into the comfort.

"Goodbye, Din," My voice wasn't sad, or overly sensitive in any way. I figured it actually sounded quite optimistic.

"You know I'll see you tomorrow." He said, reminding me of the clan meetings. Once a month the clans would gather and each tribe would go over the agenda for whatever was to happen soon. Battles were normally discussed, but tomorrow, me and a few of the others in the other clans would be talked about. Our ceremonial coming of age where we would take the creed.

"Yeah... right. Don't come looking for me, I don't plan on showing up," I said quietly, careful in anyone was to hear me.

He pulled me back at arms length and looked at me, but his black blast shield hid his features and I could not tell if he thought I was crazy or not.

"How come?" His voice was also quiet, as we noticed some of my clan passing by to get to the fire.

"Don't worry about it. You'll still see me tomorrow," I lied. Or did I? Everyone within the five neighboring tribes would probably see me tomorrow.

He nodded, pulling us all the way apart and stepping back.

"Good."

He didn't look like he was gonna walk away until I had gone into the hub of my clan's small village. I turned around and walked towards the large fire, seeing my mother. Her helmet was unmistakable. The pattern of the strill engraved into the side of the beskar. It was her signet. A worthy kill of her days in battle. I would never have one. I walked towards her when she noticed me.

Her modulated voice let out a small chuckle, before I stepped beside her.

"It is well to see you spending time with Din Djarin. Me and your father were afraid you may not have been fond of him," She kept her gaze on the fire, speaking only loud enough for me to hear her, given that the other mandalorians of our village were also gathering around the fire, conversing with each other the same way we were.

"I am fond of him, why would I not be?" I was unsure of what she meant. Sure, I had been keeping a distance between us since my father had arranged our marriage, but I never had shown that I wasn't fond of him. I was polite, and gave him attention when it was asked of me.

"Whenever I or your father bring up the discussion of your eighteenth birthday, you always seem to act like it's the plague," She was smirking under her helmet, and I could tell. I could always tell what face she made underneath her metal covering.

"Maybe it's the fact that I dread getting married at all. I'm not opposed to Din, though," I convinced her. I wouldn't have to try and do that again after tonight.

"Whatever it is, your father will be pleased to know you and him were in each other's company. Although I will stray from telling him you two were alone... you were alone, weren't you?" She turned her metal covered head, trying to figure out from the look on my face.

"Yes," I answered truthfully, knowing there was no point in lying. No damage could be done at this point, except for maybe towards Din.

"And what were you both doing?" She tilted her head, and I let mine drop. I would tell her the truth, because nothing bad could come from it. Or could it.

"We were just talking... about the future," I answered.

"Your marriage..." She suggested, and I nodded, knowing that it did come up in the conversation.

"Yes."

"I shudder to ask if consummating was apart of this conversation," She looked back at the fire, knowing how red my cheeks would turn and how embarrassed I would be.

"No, nothing like that. I can promise you," I shivered at the thought. Din was a good man, but I didn't necessarily need to be letting thoughts like that intrude my mind.

Everyone else around the fire seemed to be distracted by the glowing flames, and my mother was soon the same, so I suggested my absense.

"I'm going to go in for the night, get some rest. Big meeting tomorrow..." I said before reaching out and squeezing her hand tightly.

She nodded to me, and I took my leave, walking towards our living quarters on the opposite side of camp.

I wasn't looking where I was going, and brushed my shoulder against Merc, who was with Gander and Shyloh.

"Sorry, didn't see you coming," I told him, but he shook his head, optiing ti ask me a question instead.

"Don't worry about it, I was looking for you anyway... Did you think about the offer? We leave at sunrise on the north delivery tarmac," He informed me, but I didn't have an answer. I wasn't staying here, but I wasn't leaving either.

"You'll know if I show up," I gave him a smirk, partially just because I was glad to see someone's actual face tonight, and not just a metal facade.

"We can't wait up for you, just know that."

I nodded, letting them get by. Maybe I could go with them. Live this life freely without starting another one.

No.

My family will not be able to handle that. It's better off if I'm dead. At least they won't go on to believe that I betrayed them, turning my back on all loyalty they had ever taught me. They would nevwr wonder if I ever loved them or planned on keeping their wishes.

I could start fresh. They wouldn't have to worry about me anymore. And I wouldn't have to worry anymore either. Rebirth.

I went straight to bed, clutching the woolen blanket beside me close to my chest.

For some reason I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. Something that made the sting of salty tears swell in my eyes. I knew that what I was doing was best, but yet I started having a hard time justifying something so drastic. They would get on fine without me, wouldn't they? They would go on living by the creed. This is the way. They will find a way to go on without me, like they did before I was born. Din will be arranged with another girl as soon as I'm gone. Everything will be alright.

The wetness that spilled over my eyes and down my face lasted hours, even though my mind kept telling itself that it was at peace.

It was in the dead of night, when I gathered a few of my belongings into a knapsack, throwing it over my shoulder before leaving out the tattered window of my private space.

I ventured to the canyon, with the moons lighting my way. The planet was never truly dark, due to the brightness and the number of shinning moons, all the color silver.

I set my knapsack down on the edge beside me. By the end of this, I would be at the bottom, waiting to be found the next day. I just hoped it wouldn't be anyone I knew. Of course, the number of people who ever came out here was only two. Me, and Din Djarin.

I hoped he wouldn't find me. I hoped it would be someone from another tribe that was flying over, and happened to spot something at the base of the cliffside.

I pulled my flask to my mouth, taking a large drink. A bit spilled onto my chin, and I wiped it off, feeling the breeze on my face. It was much colder now than earlier tonight. I wasn't sure if I should pull the blanket from my belongings and wrap it around myself, or skip the process of making myself comfortable and just get this over with.

I leaned over, looking straight at the ground, hundreds of feet below me. My heart started racing, and I got scared. Why shouldn't I be? I have every right to be absolutely terrified. I closed my eyes, trying to scoot myself over the edge inch by inch, seeing if I would just drop.

I nearly panicked when my bottom hit a crack in the ground and I thought I was going over. My breath hitched in my throat and I instantly pulled myself back.

"This isn't as easy as I thought it would be," I murmered, beginning to feel the emotional side of everything rise to the surface again. It didn't help that with the absolute silence that circled around me, I couldn't have any single thing to distract me.

I stood to my feet, wrapping my arms around myself to ease the goosebumps rising on my skin from the frigid air.

I stood right on the edge, lifting a foot over and leaning forward, but before I could fall, I again caught myself, the adrenaline working overtime in my system and beginning to heat me up.

That wasn't going to work either. If I could, I would put a blaster to my temple and pull the trigger, but then it wouldn't look like an accident.

I paced around back and forth a few times, trying to calm myself down, to stop the whimpering and to make my tears cease. It wasn't working. I just needed to get this over and done with. A new life, with endless possibilities was waiting for me on the other side. Freedom was on the other side.

I wiped my face, even though it didn't stop me from crying, but it helped me to see clearer. I backed up, into the cavern, all the way inside until my back hit the wall of the ex artillery carvern. This was it. A new beginning. Rebirth. New life. Freedom.

I ran as fast as I could toward the edge, my eyes closed. I could feel the wind blowing against me even harder with my speed, and I could tell the edge was drawing near. Every step I took, I felt as though it was my last one.

I finally felt my foot hit the edge, but then I never fell. Instead, I was tackled to the ground. Whoever landed on top of me was heavy enough to hold me down, because half of me was hanging off the edge of the cliff.

I didn't dare even open my eyes. This was a sign. Someone stopped me.

I clinged onto whoever it was, and knew almost instantly who was laid over me when I heard him groan.

I cried even harder, my head buried in his armor clad chest, and my arms around his neck and his torso.

He was holding me tightly, one hand cradled my head into his neck, and the other firmly gripped my waist. He rolled us both over and I swear I felt him shaking.

"What were you thinking?" He stressed, his grip on me tightening as if he was scared to let go. I was scared too. I didn't want him to let go.

"You have to talk to me..."

I heaved a deep breath, deep enough to steady my voice so my whimpering didn't interfere with my words.

"I want out. I need to get out," I cracked in the middle of saying so few words, but they conveyed the message I was trying to get through.

"I can get you out, I promise.... But please don't ever try that again," His voice was full of worry, and as I suspected, he was trembling in fear.

"I'm sorry..." I cried some more, realizing that what I had done was now the biggest mistake I ever made, even if I was saved.

"It's okay. You're okay. I've got you," He spoke to me, my voice quieting down as my sobbing came to a slow halt.

I lifted my face from where I had burrowed it into his neck, looking up at him. I didn't know what his expression was, but something told me it was fearful, and worrysome.

"I have to get out of here," I repeated again. The last day or so it became my mantra, and would leave my lips often, even just to myself. Mostly just to myself.

"You're going to. You're going with Merc... when are they leaving?" He asked, his arms still around me like mine were for him.

"At sunrise. They're gonna jump a delivery ship on the north tarmac," I explained, my voice was now hoarse and thick, due to not only all the crying I had done, but also the cold night air that had entered my lungs.

"Sunrise isn't for a few hours..." he let me know, and I nodded, knowing we shouldn't probably leave yet, for the walk to the north tarmac wasn't very long from here.

"Din, if I leave, my family is going to get the fire for my decision. I can't let that happen," I told him, my voice had become more firm, and I needed to convey the importance of how much this meant to me.

"I give you my word, that as long as I live, nothing will happen to your family," He swore, and I could just feel his eyes staring into mine. So much so that for the first time since he put that helmet on, I knew where his eyes were.

"I trust you. And I know that you'll always keep your word," I nodded, a small smile finally forming on my face.

Since it got fairly quiet, and we were still entangled together, I scooted off of Din and opted instead to take the seat beside him.

"I should tell you some things before I go. I just don't want to leave anything unresolved," I admitted, and he stayed silent, waiting for me to continue.

"I know this might sound horrible, but I hated the idea of getting too close to you. It was like if I had formed an emotional bond with you, I wouldn't be able to leave anymore. And the last thing on my mind had been to stay. I've wanted freedom for a while now, I was just always too scared to say anything. And when my father told me that you and him had come to an agreement for arranging a marriage.... it's like it all became more real to me. My freedom would be taken in just days. The creed of mandalore is sacred, and it's truly an amazing thing... but it isn't for everyone."

He sat and took everything in. All the words that just spewed from my mouth like I had been holding them in for ages went against everything I had ever learned. Everything that had ever been put into my mind was the opposite of what I wanted.

"You're young. You want more than what the creed can offer you. I think you'll be able to find what you want wherever you're going," He said, I knew there was more, for he didn't even mention anything that I had said about not wanting to be close to him, but when he stayed silent, I knew he was finished, and that I still had more to say.

"Din, I wanted to tell you that if I had to be married, I wouldn't have minded it being you," I admitted. I would leave no stone unturned before I was to just pick up and leave forever... maybe not forever, maybe someday I would return to my family, to Din.

"I can't say I don't feel the same," He seemed to become stiff next to me, but I soon found the reason when he suddenly reached for my hand with his gloved one.

I took it proudly, intertwining our finhers together.

"You know, I was only an eight year old kid when you took the creed. I have so many memories of you yourself, but whenever I recall them... I can't see your face. I've completely forgotten what you look like," I laughed a bit, though it was quite a sad thing actually. I could not remember him in a way that wasn't covered in metal. I remembered that he was a boy once, and that he would play with all the younger children in the clan set next to his. He played with me and the kids I lived next to. He was a lively, energetic boy. Always doing something... sometimes causing mischievous acts. He was so different now. But the change wasn't bad. Since he'd taken the creed he has been the most noble, fearsome, and trustworthy member of his clan. Completely honorable in every sense of the word.

"I don't look like I used to. It wouldn't do you any good to remember anyways," He chuckled under his helmet, and it brought a smile to hear the melodic sound.

"Well, if I'd stayed long enough to marry you I would find out for myself," I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling comfort by his presence. If I had made the absolute decision to leave this planet earlier, I could have let myself grow a relationship with him. Romantic or not, he was easy to talk to, and I trusted him. He was a friend to me, and I never imagined more, but now his presence was just something that put me at such ease.

"Do you think you'll ever come back?" He pondered, seeing as just the tiniest moonrays shown down into the canyon ahead.

"Someday. I'll comeback and repay you."

"For what?"

"Saving my life," I replied. My attempt to throw my own life away had been pushed away but I had to bring it up. I owed him my life.

"Anyone would have done the same if they had seen," He insisted, and I shook my head.

"How did you even know I was out here?" My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked for an explanation.

"I couldn't sleep, I took a walk through Ronion until I found myself here. I saw you across from the mesa on the south side... I saw you lift your foot over the edge, I knew what you were trying to do," He said, his grip on my hand got tighter almost instantly.

"Thank you. If you hadn't been there, I would be at the bottm of this canyon." I let so much seriousness onto my voice, and it didn't sound like me.

"Don't thank me yet... not until I get you on the tarmac,"

We sat in silence after that, just looking out over the horizon. When the slightest bit of light hit the edge of the planet, we stood to our feet, gathering my knapsack and begining the journey to the north delivery tarmac.

We were there in no time, and before I could even look for them, Merc and his crew were in sight. They were all sitting with their backs against some cargo imports, waiting for the transport to arrive.

"Well, well, well... look at what the shriek hawk dragged in," Shyloh said, gesturing to me and Din.

"Djarin, I didn't expect to see you here," Merc raised an eyebrow at the sight.

"I'm just here to make sure she gets onto the transport safely," He assured them. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and in the brighter horizon I was able to see a cargo ship coming into the landing area.

"Our rides here," I said, and they all jumped up. Since the ships were automatically run, and don't even require droids, it was often very easy to hop aboard and be carried to another destination. Of course, there were only a few who ever wanted to leave.

I myself hadn't ever left Mandalore, neither had I traveled much even on the planet. Only a few trips to visit the the markets with my father. I never even went into the city, for it was told that in the city lived Mandalorians who did not keep the creed. The tribes were convinced that they hadn't actually ever taken the oath, and just wore the armor for the sake of doing it.

The ship's doors opened, pulling me out of my thoughts, and a conveyer belt folded down to let the cargo units be carried out onto the tarmac for later pickup.

"Alright, it's time to head out," Gander said, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder and boarding the transport.

The rest followed after him, but I still had one thing left to do.

Din looked at me, waiting for me to join the others, but I came close to him one last time.

"You promise my family will be taken care of?" I asked, to which he simply answered with a firm nod. However the look on my face gave him reason to believe that his answer wasn't good enough, so he spoke instead.

"I give you my word. If they are not taken care of, I will let you strike me dead where I stand."

That was good enough for me. He truly meant it. He was a man of his word.

I pulled his head toward mine, resting ny forehead against his in a traditional mandalorian kiss. I pulled back when I heard my name being called from the transport.

"Goodbye, Din Djarin," I told him.

He didn't respond, he just let me go, watching intently as I boarded the ship before the doors closed.

The cargo transports were always on schedule, so as soon as the doors closed, it began lifting into the air. I looked out through the transparent view finder on the side, watching him stand as we began moving out of sight.

"You gonna miss him?" Shyloh asked, his brows furrowing as if he were sorry for me.

"Yes, I suppose I will."

I lost sight of Din, and realized we were leaving the atmosphere most likely preparing for a jump to hyperspace.

"But I'll see him again."

Tags are open ig...

A/n: please don't get too caught up in the age gap y'all it's just for backstory purposes because this story is eventually going to follow canon events.... (also i know that this doesn't really portray Mandalore correctly, but let's pretend it does because i had this idea)

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin x oc #din djarin x jedi!reader #cassian andor #luke skywalker #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian smut #rough day #din djarin series #din djarin imagine #din djarin fluff #din djarin angst

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youngjusticeslut · 2 years

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What didn't you like about ep 24?

Thanks for asking! Just a usual disclaimer, if you loved the episode, you don't have to agree with me! These are just my thoughts and feelings, and if you really enjoyed it, that's awesome, I'm super happy for you. And to be completely fair, I'm including all of the things I did like as well!

The Good

Genuinely wasn't expecting that flashback scene. That was like a punch in the gut of emotions and I give credit for that.

I thought Tomar Tu was cute and I felt bad for him. He gives off good boy vibes.

Kaldur was serving looks in the PZ colors.

I like the Orion and Raquel friendship. Wasn't a huge fan of the resolution to that plotline in the previous arc, but I really liked how he was just like '...yes you should totally use raquel.. yes, she would be useful here.'

The Questionable

There were some scenes where the animation was really good (Tinya's home planet), and then some where the animation was really bad (sorry to say, but the flashback. They all looked so wooden and stiff). Mixed bag for sure.

That line in the beginning where Lor says "I believe I know your father. He was a Green Lantern of impressive skill, I hope you follow in his footsteps 😁" gave me such a visceral and disgusted reaction. I couldn't decide if it was brilliant writing or horrific writing but either way, the writer needs to go sit in a corner for that one because that was fucked up.

The Bad

The scene with Lor in the beginning. So you're telling me that after Lor and co. caused a huge disturbance on New Genesis and straight up committed murder, his face isn't on a galactic wanted poster everywhere? I'm not saying they had to take a picture of him or anything, but they couldn't put out a physical description? How was this man able to show up on Oa, ask a bunch of really suspicious questions about the whereabouts of the Kaiser Thrall, and get away with it? Makes no sense to me. Hurt even more when Killowog seemed sus and then went about his business.

So, the Team's plan was essentially to just show up, go "hey conner we're here!!!!! let's go home" and they thought it would be that easy? No actual strategy or plan behind it? No backup, save for the Kryptonite? For six people who are supposed to be at the top of their game, that felt super wrong.

Why was Raquel constantly getting beaten up? Everyone this season seems underpowered (except, like, Child) but this was irritating to watch.

I know Danny Chase was a huge comics cut and that's fine, but dear god that accent was terrible.

They had to say "I'll cut straight to the point" like twice, and it essentially meant, hey, we're about to plot dump on you.

There was such a big emphasis placed on M'gann and her not finding out about Conner, and an implication on how serious it would be once she did find out, so to have J'emm and Tinya show up and basically exposit the entire season to her felt super anticlimactic and disappointing.

Tinya....... so "Imra" straight up said that Lor kidnapped them, and instead of being on guard, Tinya spills every detail of the plot to rescue them and Conner. Like... what????? Did she learn from Conner how to spill things at the wrong moments?

Why was Violet not asked to join on this mission. Their powerset (and especially being, you know, a motherbox) would have been super important for this mission. Or hell, even Vic could have been extremely useful.

Black Lightning remains one of the most frustrating characters to me who makes infuriatingly wrong decisions. He knows that this mission is extremely important and dangerous, and instead of building a proper team with backup on Thrombus, he brings.... Superman.... who is almost useless under a Red Sun. Ok. Not like, half the League and the Green Lantern Corps, who might want to protect and Avenge Tomar-Re... but just Superman. That makes sense.

Speaking of silly decisions, the Team really didn't think to let anyone know of their plan? Just in case things go south?? Makes sense.

The flashback just made it even more clear how much Will's absence is and the fact that he was actively discluded nearly the entire season is wrong. I don't care if he has other priorities, you can still write in a line about how he wanted to join but he was with Lian, or he had a Bowhunter thing, or anything. Jeez.

Anyway, I'm sure there are more things that I'm actively forgetting, but for now these are my main grievances. This episode really felt like it took all the creative theories and interesting storytelling, and chose the most boring, basic, and safest option for how things could have happened. 🤷‍♀️ I'm not going to talk about the lack of Dick in his "own" arc because they have long-established that the 'character driven arcs' is bullshit and I'm not surprised in the very least that this was how things went down.

#young justice #yj spoilers

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misschifuyu · 3 years

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To choose a lover

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characters: ran haitani + rindou haitani

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Giggles and whispering comments were passed around, giddiness present in the voices that spoke out just a few metres away from you.

As much as you tried to focus on the tiresome work that was splayed out on the piece of paper before you, it was completely futile to drown the girls out.

It didn't take a genius to know what they were talking about. The school you were all under had the privilege - if one could even consider it as such - to hold two infamous students.

The Haitani brothers.

Whilst the eldest was in his final year, the younger still had another year under this roof until he followed in his brother's footsteps.

But there was really nothing to dislike about going to class when one had a literal fan group who's main topic was always them.

There were girls who preferred Ran, with his signature braids that they always wished they could undo for him; and others that would always fawn over Rindou's cocky ways and stubbornness, trying to catch his attention wherever he went.

The current conversation, however, wasn't just fixed on talking about their aspects.

Far from it. Sending each other questionable looks and making fun of those on the other side of the opinion, they were discussing who, out of the two brothers, was better.

Those on Ran's side had the advantage of saying that he was older, therefore more responsible and willing to take care of anyone.

Sure.

He would make the perfect husband, some were proclaiming. But...the youngest would always want to show that he is the strongest, the more dependable one, as a result of the inferiority that had always hung with him since they were young.

It wasn't that he was, he just hadn't pushed himself to be known as much as his brother had done all those years back.

Needless to say, it was an argument that would never see an end. At least not until the two left the school behind and continued up to wherever the future would take them.

It was amusing, from your point of view, to hear all of these discussions. For years now you had known the two, as close friends who had grown up on the same street, so you knew everything that there was to them, right down to what they actually did when they said they were studying.

Definitely something that the girls would be pushed back by if they ever found out.

But, if it really came down to it, you probably wouldn't be able to pick one out of the pack that they came in, either.

They both had their merits and faults, and, truth be told, neither of the two were that much of a pleasure to be around with, as much as their fans would beg to differ.

One thing was for sure, though. It had come into the light when the three of you had been hanging out one afternoon, without much else to do.

You had asked the youngest about what he thought about his notorious lower level when it came to comparing him with his brother.

It had simply been a spur of the moment, and you hadn't expected him to actually give a sorrowful response.

He was well aware that he was viewed as the weaker brother of the two, and as much as he'd try to prove otherwise, it had always been something that would eat away at him.

Naturally, both you and Ran had jumped to convince him that he was far from a weak person.

The fact that he was viewed as such meant nothing at all when it came down to the reality of what he was, and that there was no point in even listening to those ignorant - and frankly, irrelevant - opinions about himself.

At the end of the day, although you would never openly admit it near the oblivious fangirls, you held a considerable amount of affection towards the two of them.

Of course, they had their odd moments in which you only wished to hit them around the head with Ran's metal bar; but, all in all, they would always be your childhood friends.

So choosing between them was simply out of the question.

Both of them held an equal importance to you, so when a peculiar feeling started growing for one of them, you quickly averted it so it would be felt for the two, whatever it were to be.

They were two peas in a pod, and you weren't about to change this because of a measly crush.

However, the thought would only bug you more whenever you were all together. Such as the current situation, sat right between the two of them on the comfort of their couch.

Before even coming over, you had mentally ordered yourself to disregard the ridiculous thoughts that had flooded your mind.

The girls back at school hadn't help with the problem one bit, if anything they worsened the conflictive feelings; and now you were to spend the afternoon with the two.

One could only think that all odds were against them in such situations.

Head resting on Ran's shoulder, legs atop Rindou's, your eyes were fixed onto the screen before you. The reasoning behind spending the afternoon together was the airing of your favourite show.

However, you were now racking your brains over what you were supposed to do after the series ended. Watching a movie was the prime option, but you figured they would want to move from the couch and do something else.

And the two were very talkative, so you would have to, inevitably, push everything in your mind aside to prevent from even giving the smallest hint surrounding your thoughts.

Your stiffness didn't go unnoticed, and, soon enough, you felt a hand on your leg, startling you in an instant.

"What the hell is up with you today, Y/N?"

Rindou had lost all attention for what was playing on the screen, and it looked to be as though he had for a bit now. This meant he had felt your change of attitude well before he had actually asked about it.

"What? No, nothing...why?"

Knitting his eyebrows together, the blond looked over at you with a disbelieving stare. By now, you were sure Ran had shifted his interest towards the two of you.

"You've been all skittish since you got here. You got something important on your mind or what?"

Geez.

"No...I've just been thinking about something stupid, that's all. Don't worry about it, now let me watch th-"

"That being?"

Now you were cornered. From behind you, having turned to look at Rindou, a voice spoke out the question. In slight panic, you managed to come up with another way around it.

"Well...that, let's say, if I had to choose one out of the two of you, I wouldn't know who I'd pick. It's a silly question one of my friends asked today, that's all"

God bless the fan girls. You were sure to never judge them internally again, because they might have just saved your skin in the nick of time.

Your nerves calmed down as you heard Rindou chuckle at the concern, and you figured he'd just brush it off as another one of your peculiar inquiries.

However, as he fully turned towards you, it was clear that he wasn't about to let this go unfazed.

"Well, you can't just leave us like that without an answer. Go on then, if it was a life or death situation, who would it be?"

"Rindou...you know I'd get rid of both of you if I could"

You all laughed at your words, stirring the conversation into an area that you were certain you could get a hold of.

Each one of you was just as ridiculous as the next one, so it wasn't hard to divert difficult topics.

If only the youngest wasn't so damn pushy.

"On a real note, there's gotta be one of us that you like just a little more, Y/N"

Upon knowing that perhaps you had driven yourself into a dead end, you started to fumble with your fingers.

What the hell were you supposed to say? If you picked one, the other was surely to get the wrong idea.

"Um..."

A slight shift behind you made you turn your head, catching Ran just a little too close for comfort to your face. Great, just what you needed.

After a few, nerve racking, seconds in silence, it was the eldest of the two that decided to break the ice. You were all just wasting time there, after all.

"Listen...since my brother seems incapable of forming a decent sentence, what we've been trying to get at is which one you'd choose, because we've both liked you for some time now and we kinda need to know who you'd go out with"

Well.

Certainly an unexpected turn to your seemingly uneventful afternoon. It appeared that you weren't the only one struggling with the damned feeling that was a crush, but you hadn't gambled that it would be both of them...and for the same person.

You couldn't choose.

In the same way that you had to waver the feeling of more than just friendship between the two of them, there was no way you could pick one now.

It would be unfair for the other, especially since you would only be lying to yourself for saying that you felt nothing for the half that was left aside.

There was only one way out of this, unless you wanted to shatter the relationship you had built between them for the past years.

"I...both of you. I can't leave one of you out when I, well, like both of you"

A huge weight was lifted from your body the moment the brothers exchanged a look, followed by an agreeing nod. Far from the catastrophe you had gambled with, that much was sure.

As Ran leaned his head on your shoulder, Rindou gave you a bright smile, one that not everyone had the chance to say that they've seen.

"Wasn't so hard to say, now was it?"

No. What was going to be hard was having not one Haitani by your side, but two, as a partner. Sure enough, you were really going to know what their poor mother had to put up with now.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo manji revengers #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #fluff

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hollowedwing · 3 years

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Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part.

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly.

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought.

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters.

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door.

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events.

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on.

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess.

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good.

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

#hawks x reader #hawks x gn!reader #hawks x winged reader #bnha x reader #bnha x gn!reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #keigo x you #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #ahHHHh i really hope this ok???#feedback might be nice? idk Dx #I'm still not in the flow of fanfic writing DX its been 5 years #geeeeZ #also I apologize for the amount of ellipses that i use #thats just how I text/talk kinda #isekaied into hawks life

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slashbitch2 · 3 years

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Extra Complications

never expected to be crushing on an animated character but here we are

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It was sneaky. Perhaps cheating by some standards. But from your perspective, it was a damn good plan.

Ironically you'd seen the advertisement for the Alchemax internship right after being flung into a wall by the very same woman who'd likely approved the broadcast. Olivia Octavius, or Doc Ock as you ought to refer to her in costume. Though she'd given you little time to read up on 'how to apply', as moments later a car was thrown in your direction, which was very inconsiderate of her, but was also all the persuasion you needed.

At this point, you'd be willing to do anything if it contributed to thwarting her, surely, very evil plan. Of course you admired the woman for her general genius and eccentricity, but the constant unprovoked conflict was becoming tiresome. It felt as if she were trying to determine how much of a threat you posed, whereas, you liked to think your legacy as 'that Spider-Person who sometimes saves the day' was all the evidence necessary.

Honestly, you weren't certain as to what exactly her, no doubt, villainous plan entailed besides patrolling the streets in green swimming goggles and black spandex with ridiculous plastic tubes jutting out of her back. In fact, it was ridiculous that no one had made any attempt to stop her yet. Unlike your identity, kept secret by a more modest spandex suit, hers was public knowledge.

Sometimes, it seemed as though you were the enemy here.

Which is precisely why infiltrating her team of scientists was more than appropriate. You were about to single handily take down an international threat, one hidden in plain sight, but left untouched due to the company's vast money, leverage and prestige.

Someday the city would thank you for your many sacrifices. Specifically for voluntarily working another job without pay. Y/N Y/L/N, broke intern by day, friendly neighbourhood Spider-Person by night.

"Excuse me?" A voice called from the left, your vision of them obstructed by an inconveniently placed potted plant. "Are you the new intern?" The person stepped closer, briefly glancing up at you, then back down at a sheet of paper. "Y/N Y/L/N?" The woman's timid appearance hardly screamed villainous scientist, but then again, looks can be deceiving.

"Yes, that's me." You stood, reaching out to shake her hand.

She sighed in relief, shaking your hand a tad too enthusiastically. "Lovely to meet you. I'm Marie and I'll be getting you settled in for the first few days."

A spark of disappointment flashed across your mind. Olivia hadn't been there for your interview, nor had any sway in your hiring, and now she wasn't even the person greeting you on your first day. Although you had no right to be, you felt rather offended by the lack of challenge she was providing. It was almost too easy.

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To be fair, Marie was the perfect candidate to give you a tour of the facility. She was kind and patient, but not condescending. She seldom spoke beyond what was required of her, unless you asked something work related, when her lengthy response would affirm her status as an epicure of scientific knowledge. By midday, you'd decided she was someone to befriend, and subsequently accepted her invitation to have lunch together.

You were also hoping that the team would eat lunch as a group, but alas, more disappointment. Instead, you spent the break sitting in an awkward silence with Marie, who seemed to loose basic communication skills when presented with food. In spite of her lack of engagement, you still took the opportunity to try and ascertain information about the project you'd be working on, though each time she expertly diverted the interrogation, or ignored your question entirely.

Who knew working for an evil, secretive corporation would be so boring?

It was a test of patience to be sitting in the same building as Olivia Octavius, while forced to shadow an incredibly kind, but slow eating woman. Realistically, you knew there'd be plenty of time to investigate, though you were reluctant to end the day without any progress. So, while Marie was still distracted by her lunch, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

She dismissively approved with a wave of her hand, allowing you to slip away from the dining hall. You vaguely remembered the location of Olivia's office as being on the top floor, indicated by Marie's imprecise pointing. She'd explained that very few had clearance to get in, but you'd already thought of a way to get passed the security.

Who aside from the highest ranking scientists had access to every room? Janitors, of course. Because, for some reason, cleanliness was more important than security.

It didn't take long to locate a cleaner, or much effort to pickpocket the security card. To be on the safe side, you even had an excuse ready: that the man had dropped it, that you were simply looking for him to return it. And if Olivia caught you in her office, well, she wouldn't (Spider-Senses and all). Again, it was almost too easy.

There was a minatory silence as you walked along the final corridor toward her office. Part of you felt as though this was some kind of elaborate trap, the repeated phrase 'too easy' coming to mind as you reached the door. Though the logical part of you must've known this was a fatuous suggestion, and took control.

With a final pause to confirm nobody was approaching, or was already waiting inside, you scanned the key card. The action was rewarded with a satisfactory beep, followed by the door sliding open so fast it appeared to have vanished.

The office was smaller than you anticipated. Or maybe it was the bareness of the room that caught you off guard. The woman was insane, yet her work area hardly reflected her deranged mental state. Everything was so perfectly neat that you began to wonder if you'd actually walked onto a movie set, or a photoshoot, which would've explained the strange ring lights hanging from the ceiling.

Upon reaching the centre of the room, you were struck by the realisation that you truthfully had no reason to be here. Even if the office had been as messy as you'd expected, it was unlikely that she'd leave her super evil plans lying around. Rather, It'd been some morbid curiosity that had lured you here. To see where The Doc Ock worked, where the alter ego was likely created. The reality was underwhelming to say the least.

Deciding that you'd spent enough time admiring an incredibly bland office, you exited back out into the empty corridor, nonchalantly throwing the security card behind you, certain someone would eventually return it. Then, as if right on cue, you sensed somebody approaching, soon followed by footsteps resonating from around the corner. With no way of avoiding them, you kept your head down with the intention of blending in.

Olivia Octavius rounded the corner, not sparing a glance up. She was frowning at a piece of paper, her full attention directed to it, blissfully unaware of your presence.

Instinctively, your entire body tensed at the sight of her lithe frame and mass of hair spilling out of its messy bun. Any other circumstance and you'd have fled by now, through a vent, out of the window, it didn't matter. Though you had to remind yourself that there was no reason to be afraid now. There was no possible way she could know your identity.

Nonetheless, as you passed her with less than a metre of space, you held your breath. She said nothing and you both kept walking in opposite directions.

It seemed the coast was clear. You released the breath you'd been holding and kept moving until. "Hey, wait a minute."

You froze, aching to ignore her and escape. Her voice was deep, more so than you were prepared for. While fighting, few words were exchanged, and even then they were unintelligible. Although, now was the worst time to be thinking about previous interactions, so with much difficulty, you cleared your mind. As far as anyone knew, including yourself, you were just the intern.

You ran a hand through your hair nervously, straightening out your lab coat and turning to face her. She was stood at the far end of the long white corridor, entirely unthreatening when compared to Doc Ock, who would've loomed over you menacingly.

Remembering the role you were meant to be playing, you choked out a response. "How can I be of assistance?"

"You're the new intern, right?"

"Yeah." You considered approaching to shake her hand, but the idea of awkwardly marching the length of the corridor to greet her was rather unappealing. "That's me." You settled for a polite smile and shoulder shrug instead.

She screwed up her face in consideration before crooking a finger. "Come with me."

Swallowing any concern, you nodded hesitantly. The prospect of returning to the office you'd broken into only moments ago had you dragging your feet.

She waited patiently until you were by her side to continue. "Don't worry." She scanned her key card. "I don't bite." Her tone was playful, her eyes kindly mocking.

"Good to know." You muttered, following her inside. You took a second to look around the room with mock curiosity, feeling her eyes trace your every move. Like a predator, eyeing up its prey, determining your weaknesses. Unlike the encounters with Doc Ock, it was uncertain who had the high ground here. Her gaze was putting you on edge, not dissimilar to how your character of 'the intern' would react.

"So..." She shuffled some papers around on the desk, finding what looked to be your application. "Ms. Y/L/N right?"

You confirmed with a nod, summoning the resolve to amble toward her desk.

"Take a seat." She gestured to the chair opposite, letting you sit before proceeding. "Tell me about yourself, Y/N."

You started to think of an adequate answer, but she interrupted a second later, contradicting her initial inquiry. "Are you okay with me calling you Y/N?" She leant her head on a closed fist, narrowing her eyes.

Although the question sounded considerate, you didn't feel the implied sincerity. Even if you wanted to say no, that didn't feel like a suitable response. "Sure."

Somehow, it felt like she was establishing dominance through the polite act, and combined with being under her scrutinising glare, the performance was working.

"Great." Suddenly, she leant back in her chair, all evidence of the hostile act disappearing instantaneously.

"What'd you want to know?" Mirroring her relaxed posture, you attempted to re-establish some control.

"Oh, anything." A flicker of something passed in her eyes, piqued interest possibly?

You began routinely rattling off some basic facts about yourself, nothing too specific or personal. Facts that would answer any follow up questions she might have, and yet said nothing about you. Surprisingly, she seemed hooked on your every word. The thought crossed your mind that this might be the real interview, that everything else up to this point had been a sham. But you settled on a more unsettling justification. That she was committing everything you said to memory.

Coming to the end of the informative monologue, you decided to take a risk. "Do I get to ask a question?" You raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"Inquisitive. I like that." She stated, folding her arms on the desk. "Go ahead."

You decided to see how far you could push your luck. "Tell me about yourself." You smugly repeated her vague first query. It was the Doctor's turn to come up with an answer to the ambiguous demand.

She scoffed, realising your plan to make her struggle. "Touché. But I'm rather busy, so how about you pick a more specific question."

Narrowing it down, there was only one thing you wanted to ask. "Can I see the-" You waved your arms around, imitating tentacles. "the suit?"

She chuckled, slowly standing. Judging from her lack of surprise, this was likely a request she'd heard many times.

First, she removed her glasses. Then slipped out of her lab coat. Next to go was the shirt, which she pulled over her head while maintaining eye contact. You wanted to look away, out of respect, yet you didn't. Without the shirt, you noticed she was already wearing the suit underneath and had the harness strapped to her back, confirming your suspicion that she always had access to the weapon. As she was stepping out of her trousers, the arms (tentacles?) inflated, and within moments were threateningly extending to their full potential.

She smiled proudly, enjoying your stunned expression. "As good as you expected?"

"Better." Unable to resist any longer, you stood to investigate the suit in further detail. You'd never seen it stationary, or had the opportunity to try and gauge the details of how it worked. Although you argued this would be beneficial for your next fight, in reality you just wanted to admire the contraption. You circled round, marvelling at the simplicity of the design. It was convenient, yet elegant. "It's beautiful."

Coming to a stop in front of Olivia, she had an unreadable expression. A mix of emotions, most prominently confusion. To your delight, a faint blush coloured her cheeks. Whatever unspoken game you'd been playing, you were winning, or were until she said. "How'd you like to intern for me?"

You quickly recovered. "I already do."

"No." She sighed. "I mean personally. As my assistant? You'd get your own desk, an almost guaranteed job at the end of it and so much more experience than you'd bargained for." She leant forward, a little too close for comfort. There was an unhinged look in her eyes more reminiscent of Doc Ock that both convinced and deterred you. "So what'd you say?"

She genuinely wanted you to work with her.

This hadn't been part of the plan. You'd expected to spend no longer than a few months working at Alchemax. To uncover their evil scheme, figure out how to stop it and hopefully take down the company. An optimistic plan, sure, but one you'd been assured you'd stick to. Although, the opportunity to work closely with Olivia Octavian, with the Doc Ock, was too good to pass on. Not to mention, infinitely more interesting.

You grinned, embracing the insanity that your answer would incur. "I'd love to."

She clapped her hands together. "Great!" Then offered her hand for you to shake formally. "I'll sort out the paperwork and details this evening, but right now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."

She left before you had the chance to say anything else, still in her suit, which left you confused for the following half hour. You finally understood upon catching a glimpse of a news alert on your phone.

Doc Ock Seizes Bank, Has Taken Hostages!

You sighed. Today was going to be a long day, and things were only going to get more complicated.

#olivia octavius x reader #olivia octavius

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miss-owl-eyes · 4 years

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⋇⋆➶𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭➴⋆⋇

⋇⋆➶𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵➴⋆⋇

Decided to write a little gift for our best boy on his birthday! I hope ya like it ;3c

❀𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬❀

❀𝘈𝘖𝘛 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬❀

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Content: (slightly forced) possessiveness, jealousy, jealous sex, unprotected sex, choking, whipping, edging, knife play, slight breeding kink, blood kink, predator x prey undertones

♡ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵 ♡

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Every day was becoming increasingly similar, two boys very quietly fighting over you. Armin, the sweet blonde boy helping you with your ODM gear, telling you about the ocean, even giving you food. The other competitor, Bertholdt, always offering to teach you things, help out with training, and just following you like a bashful puppy.

You knew both of them were a bit too friendly with you, Armin didn't offer his food to anyone else unless they needed it and Bert was quiet with everyone, the blush on their faces didn't help them hide it either.

It was cute to you, seeing two sweethearts fight for your attention, but it was a bit suffocating as well. Armin always talking to you about the history of the walls and how Hange required his assistance for yet another titan experiment, Bertholdt following you almost everywhere and offering his help for the most simple of tasks.

Like most days for the past months, today wasn't special. Armin talking to you about his recent casualties during a mission and Bertholdt nowhere to be seen, for now, at least. "...and that's why you should be careful about branches, did ya get that Y/N?" No, you spaced out because he's told you before to be careful. "Yup, I'll be careful, I promise Armin." You chuckled and smiled. His face dusted pink and his eyes darting away from your face. "G-good..." he stuttered out. You smiled at the blonde before you excuse yourself to get up and go elsewhere.

You loved hearing Armin and all about his passions, but it was too much to hear every day for hours straight. He waved and smiled to himself as you walked away. The bliss of being alone didn't last long, though. Little footsteps getting louder before you saw a familiar figure that hovered over you. "H-hey, Y/N, how's it going?"

With a small sigh, "it's good, I'm kind of tired though." Bert smiled, "yeah, I'm sure listening to Armin talk about the ocean all day gets tiring, right?" He joked. "Hey, Bert... how did you know I was talking to Armin? You weren't in the mess hall."

He was silent, looking at you for both an answer and out of his own free will. "I overheard from Reiner, he says Armin talks your ear off recently, hehe..." there was a moment of brief and uncomfortable silence while you debated on believing him or not. "Haha, I suppose that's half-true, but don't tell him!" You two laughed together before going your separate ways.

As expected, Armin asked you to help him in the storage today. You made your way over despite it being darker outside, not expecting anything special or exciting to happen. The door creaked open and you saw Armin moving around gas tanks. When he eventually saw you, his face lit up with a smile, and waved for you to come over. "Can you put these on the top shelf for me..?" smiling slightly to yourself, you agreed and stepped up to put the canisters.

You stepped down and turned around, Armin smaller form leaning up and kissing you. You froze, not entirely sure what to do. You were well aware of Armin's puppy crush on you, but you didn't expect him to actually do something about it, let alone full-on kiss you. Just as quickly as it happened, he pulled away before you knew what had happened.

Kisses are mostly intimate moments that not many people get to see unless it's themself, but not Armin's little peck on the lips. Outside behind a tree stood the now enemy of Armin, Bertholdt Hoover. He was only walking by to get to his room, he didn't mean to see his crush kissing his competition, and he certainly didn't intend to stand behind a tree and watch. He couldn't and didn't want to believe that what he saw was true, but he knew it was, and it made him oh-so pissed.

He couldn't hear your words, but he saw your hand gestures and small wave before pushing yourself out of the door and sighing. He watched you trot away from the small building like a small animal. His eyes following over your features with small pupils and determined focus. He didn't like what he saw, and he was going to get the answers he wanted.

A few moments passed since you left the poor unfortunate blonde standing, a perfect opportunity to follow your movements further. Peering out from behind the tree, he walked lightly about 15 feet behind you, being sure his footsteps didn't crack any sticks or leaves. He silently stalked you until you reached a rather dark corner, little light coming through, and a corner between two buildings. It was the perfect chance to make a move. His footsteps quickened along with his heartbeat, your fear growing slightly when you realized you were being followed.

You turned around, prepared for Armin or Mikasa and Eren to beat you up, but it wasn't anything that terrible, it was just Bert. You released a relieved sigh and smile, "Hey Bert, you scared me-" you were unable to finish your sentence as the tall male came close and pulled you against the wall. His dull green eyes were glaring down at you with an unidentifiable emotion, his face solemn and seemingly angry. "Bertholdt-" "Be fucking quiet." You obeyed. It's very rare to hear Bert swear at anything, the most he's ever said was "shit" after a hard training day, nothing aggressive, and especially not anything aimed at you.

His eyes looked into yours, pupils dilated with a growing need that you were completely unaware of. His gaze never left your view as he pressed his body against yours, his long leg pressing against the inside of your thighs, holding you in place. Looking up at him, you were afraid, you were completely unaware of his desires and growing rage. Your adorable face laced with fear only brought out a growl from his throat, it pissed him off how much he needed you.

Your small hands reached his chest in hopes of pushing him away from you. His own large hands gripping at your wrists and pulling them over your head, holding them down with a tight hold. You opened your mouth to ask what the hell was happening, but you were quickly shut up by Berth roughly kissing you, open-mouthed with tongue and all. His eyes were screwed shut, lips aggressively and roughly mashing against yours, his grip hurting your wrists before letting go to cup your face, his thigh rubbing your sensitive areas slowly and teasingly. In contrast, you were frozen. Your body couldn't move, your eyes bouncing around the scene in hopes of getting a basic understanding of the situation.

The only moment you had to speak was when he finally pulled away for air, panting and drooling with a string of saliva connecting both of your lips. All you could do was look at him and sputter out fragments of words and questions. "Bertholdt-no get off-fuck do you think you're doing-?!" Your voice was shaky and anxious, only fueling his fire to clamp onto your neck and leave a dark purple mark. "I'm doing what I should've been doing rather than him," he spoke in a low growl.

He was lowered down to your eye level, allowing you easy access to push his shoulders away and turn your head to the side, denying him access to your lips. He only panted for a few moments before pushing your wrists down once again and attaching his lips to your neck. You were taken by surprise and let out a small whimper as his teeth grazed over the mid-left part of your neck. He groaned and moved his thigh against your crotch, nipping and licking the bite marks he left. His tongue felt so warm and smooth against your skin, his lips were pressuring you into giving your body to him right there in the open. The way he moved against your skin, the way his leg rubbed all of the right areas slowly and sensually, it was enough to make you mewl, "Bertholdt~"

He froze. You looked back towards him and into his eyes. Even in the darkness, you could still see the enlarged pupils filled with lust and sinful desires he planned to get tonight. He moved, releasing your wrists and moving his leg back causing you to stumble slightly. He chuckled lowly before speaking up, "We're going to my room. Now." You didn't question him out of fear and curiosity blended together, hardly noticing his hand intertwining with yours tightly and he tugged you behind him.

You arrived at his room, his tall figure leaning over you while fumbling with his door. You were pushed inside and stood there obediently while Bertholdt locked his door. Once he turned around, you were shoved on your back onto the twin-sized bed. The tall man pulled off his sweater and unbuttoned his shirt, yours following shortly after. He sat on his heels and admired the sight he saw before him; his crush of almost 2 years flustered underneath him and on his bed. He smirked devilishly at the thought, satisfied with his own actions and almost forgetting the reason he had you here in the first place. Almost.

He ripped off his shirt and looked down at you, glaring. Not breaking eye contact once, he leaned down over you, a hand snaking up your chest and around your throat. "Did you let him kiss you?" You didn't reply, not sure if he meant Armin's attempt or if he was seeing things. His grip tightened around your throat while his knee wedged between your legs. "I said, did you let him kiss you?" His tone was more stern, it was frightening how this sweet and shy giant you once knew was dominant and rather possessive.

Your mind snapped into place and you replied, "No, I didn't let him, he did it when I turned around." His index finger rubbed your throat gently, almost as if he was pleased with your answer. "Don't lie to me, Y/N, I can tell when you are and aren't." His tone was lower and tempting, he was living off of the fear and arousal your body practically emitted. "I-I'm not lying, I didn't want him to kiss me." You said sternly, confident in your answer as you looked into his eyes. He stared back, an unreadable expression covering his face.

A small smile softened his expression, his hand releasing your throat and caressing the spot he held. "I think letting another man kiss you and then letting me lead you here isn't what a good girl would do, is it?" The comfort that your eyes held was replaced with fear once again, it was a sight that made Bert twitch in his pants, seeing his actions scare you into submission. He got up and ordered that you sat up, grabbing two leather objects from his closet: An ODM strap and his belt.

Your eyes widened and your body tensed, forcing a sadistic smile onto Bertholdt's adorable face. "arms up like a good girl." His voice was sweet yet demanding, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. His intentions were impure and you couldn't have ever imagined he was like this behind closed doors, but in all honesty, it wasn't something you completely hated.

You did as told, sitting up and holding your arms above your head. the same smug smile danced over his face while he tied your wrists together with the ODM strap. When finished, he ushered you to get up and turn around, only telling you with the movement of his finger in a slight swivel. You were laying down, your wrists above your head and back fully exposed. There was a cracking noise that startled you. Turning your head back, Bertholdt stood happily with a black leather belt in his hands, cracking it when he knew you realized what he wanted.

He moved the belt lower in his palms and flew his hand backward, the slap of leather meeting his skin echoing through your ears. He sighed and moved closer to you. "Don't be afraid." The only reassurance you got was a sentence of three words before you too felt the harsh slap of the belt meeting your back. You groaned loudly at the stinging that now radiated on your lower back. Bert's soft hand petting the growing red mark, his warm skin adding a new sensation to it. "Now, we have matching marks. If anyone sees them, they'll know I belong to you... and you belong to me."

You didn't reply, you only looked at him. He smiled at you for reassurance, but at this rate, you weren't sure if it was for that or to mislead you. He threw the belt to the floor and moved behind you, staring at your pants. "Let's get these off of you, huh?" You didn't reply once again, only moving your legs in accordance with his stripping off your pants and underwear. You were fully exposed, ass in the open, free to please Bertholdt's already roaming eyes.

"hmm..." he mumbled audibly, "spread your legs and stick your butt in the air." You blushed at his request and did as told, moving your legs from underneath you onto your knees, face buried in the pillows that smelled of Bertholdt. "That's a good girl..." he exhaled and held onto your thigh, close to your ass. "Good girls get treats." You were confused, completely in the dark about his next actions until it became clear. The warm exhale of his breath on your already sensitive pussy shot through your spine, making you mewl in anticipation.

You felt something warm and slimy go between your folds before lapping at your clit. You gasped and moaned, it felt incredible, the way he lapped at your folds and the juices inside of it, his fingers massaging and pulling at your upper thighs. He was desperate to feel you, to make you feel good, he wanted all of this, he wanted to see you squirm from his mouth buried in your pussy and hear you moan into his pillows.

You backed your rear up in hopes of more friction as you could feel the little grip in your cervix form already. Bert knew by your body language and slipped in two fingers while lapping at your clit. Your moaning increased in volume while his fingers poked and prodded inside of you, hoping to find the spot that would make you weaker in the knees. Once he did, he abused it. Pressing, rapidly stroking in from the inside, curling his fingers to make you yell, he loved this, he loved you and all of the pretty sounds you were making.

Your moans increased in volume and the movement of your hips was much more intense than before, he knew you were coming close to an orgasm, he wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to make you cum just from his fingers and his mouth.

But he didn't.

You backed your hips into nothing and whined at the loss of contact, the shocks of euphoria still riding low, almost being released, almost. You turned around and saw the smug and satisfied grin of Bertholdt's mouth glistening with your juices. "I can't let you get off that easily baby... I need some kind of release too." He whined, looking at your needy and tear-pricked eyes with satisfaction and gratitude. "Here," he reached upwards and gently fumbled at the binds on your wrists, "I don't want to hurt you too much." You moved your wrists in small circles and rubbing where the strap was. He enjoyed seeing you in some form of pain, physical and fear just looked so perfect on your beautiful face to him.

"Be a good girl and get on your back." Flipping over you rolled onto your back. Your breasts and curves were more noticeable to Bert now, he wanted to bite and mark all of you until you bled and let him lick at the droplets that formed, but now that he had you, he had opportunities to do that to you, infinite opportunities for as hellbent on keeping you as he is.

He crawled over you and stared into your eyes, the brightness that you always when talking to him was clouded with lust and a strong desire to have you in more ways than one. All of this was his now, it belonged to him, or at least he strongly believed it did. "I need to do something." He blatantly stated before returning to his drawer and pulling out a small pocket knife. your blood ran cold, was he going to stab you so no one would flirt with you ever again? Was he going to cut your throat for accidentally kissing Armin?

He walked forward, each step made your fear grow. The comforting smile used as a facade for the bloodlust in his heart that only you could satisfy. He crawled over you again, admiring the beauty of fear in your eyes as he dipped down to press a firm kiss on your lips. You kissed back and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Both of your lips moved together desperately and in need of each other's embrace. His tongue slipping into your mouth as you moaned.

Pocket knife still in hand, he pulled away leaving a trail of saliva with him. With a click, the blade popped out. You froze and looked at him with fear. All he did was smile and get lower to your chest, examining your right breast. "B-Bert what are you-" "It's a sign of love my dear." That was all he said before bringing the tip of the blade down and gently ripping a small line underneath your boob. You winced and ground your teeth against the stinging pain that took over your nerves. "Breath in, it'll hurt less," he advised you. Inhaling, another dull sting that lasted longer than the first ripped through your skin. Another inhale, another stinging sensation. Three final slits were made, and the stinging was soothed slightly when he put his warm hand over your wounds.

You opened your eyes from their tight squeeze and looked down, the letters "B H" were red and puffy underneath your boob, bleeding. The boy who did it smiled like a child who scored a soccer goal, "It's like claiming you, but unlike lovebites, this will stay forever, like my love for you." Any words you were going to say left your thoughts when a soft kiss was pressed against your bleeding wounds. "I know it hurt," Bert muttered against your skin, "But it'll pass, all of your pain will go away and I'll be here to help."

His words were sweet and comforting, but just as quickly as the energy shifted, it changed once again. His tongue licked at the blood that beaded against your skin. you shivered and stared at him, his eyes closed and lips both licking and kissing your new and forever love mark.

"I have one more thing planned for you," he said softly into your ear, rubbing your bicep after being stripped of his pants. You watched him crawl onto you and kiss your nose, lifting up your legs.and holding them around his waist. "You've waited long enough for this, you've been such a good girl for me," He began to pump something on his cock, resting his forehead on yours. Your eyes widened when you realized what he had planned when it was poking it at your entrance. "I'm finally gonna make you mine for good~!"

Your arms wrapped around his neck for support as the tip of his cock slid inside of you and pressed against your walls. He bottomed out rather quickly, praising you about how good you were taking his cock. He wasn't small, 7.5 inches, not thick but the slight curve hit all the good spots your fingers couldn't. He slowly thrusted into you, getting you used to his tempo and size. Your foreheads were pressed and your moans mixed together with every thrust. He was feeling all of you, his fantasy for so many months finally coming true. He was careful to treasure this moment and remember how your insides felt, he'd always remember.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, his dick hitting deeper and making you moan louder. He was extatic that he could you feel this way, he would fuck you everyday if it meant hearing these sweet, intoxicating noises coming from your mouth. Every passing minute he only wanted to make you his, to fuck you so hard you only knew the words Harder, faster, and Bertholdt, he wanted carve into you and lick up all of your candy sweet blood, tie your limbs up and use your body however he wanted, he wanted it all.

The thought of forever making you his had an awful idea. His orgasm nearing, he pounded into you, muttering how much he loves you and needs you, staying together forever, and how he's going to make you his forever. He clamped onto your neck and mumbled, "I'm...gonna make you mine forever... Ngh, Gonna cum, gonna give you my baby... That way, everyone will know I'm yours and you're mine... all mine."

Your pleasure induced state amde your mind groggy but you could still makeout the words. "B-Bert don't cum inside, I'll get pregnant-" "I know baby, that's the point, you'll have my babies and we can be happy forever."

You begged him not to cum inside, but as his thrusts became sloppy and irregular, you knew your pleas were useless. His hips bucked into you roughly, his tip felt like it was in your uterus, ready to impregnate you with his child. "Y-Y/N, I'm cumming- Ngahh~"

Six final thrusts that pumped you full of his hot cum pooled inside of your cervix, leaking out and slightly pooling underneath your thighs. You looked at Bert's sweat-dusted body that laid next to you and his flustered face with a sleepy smile and closed eyes. You wrapped your arms around him and pet his hair. His head tilted upwards and his green eyes full of hope and pure bliss- and a few tears. "I can't believe I have you now... I'm never ever letting you or our child go, I promise."

You knew it was true, you were with Bertholdt for the long run now, whether you wanted it or not.

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maehara-san · 3 years

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𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 // 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙞𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Pairing: Au!Tenya Iida x F!Reader

Summary: After years of forgetting an old acquaintance the moment you decide to venture off and move forward he comes back. But have you moved on or are there still lingering feelings?

Warning(s): Angst, slight fluff,

Words: 2,083

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"We didn't need to do this guys!" you exclaimed as your best friend threw an arm around your shoulders pulling you closer. "I told you it was fine getting just ramen back at home."

"Nope!" he chuckled, "Not happening, missy. We are sending you off big."

"Takashi is right." Aimi added, "A simple bowl of ramen isn't going to cut it for us."

"It's your last night..." Aito sighed looking at you with sad eyes "You should get to enjoy it with your favorite food."

You frowned seeing your best friend's smiles disappearing from their usual happy faces. "Guys..." you took each of their hands into yours, "I may be moving to another country but that won't mean I will not be checking up on you or planning trips to come and see you."

Aimi smiled small giving your hand a gentle squeeze, "We're going to miss you..."

"I'm going to miss you guys too. But before you know it I will be back to annoy your asses."

Takashi chuckled, "Come on let's go grab a seat and enjoy tonight."

"He's right the more time we stand here." Aito said, "The less time we will have to talk."

"Agree!" you exclaimed.

The four of you then sat down near a secluded corner. There were only a few tables occupied, making the atmosphere more relaxing. "Should we get the usual?" Aimi asked.

"Mhm." you nodded "Do you guys want to add anything else?"

"What about..." Aito mumbled, "Adding some extra bowls of rice?"

"We can do that." you agreed "Another extra omelet too."

The waitress then came over and Takashi gave her the order then left you four alone again. "Are you excited?" Aimi asked looking over at you. "Getting your own office and helping out on that project?"

You bit your lip trying to contain your smile and not making your friends sadder. "It's a huge opportunity...ever since college ended, I've been waiting for something like this to happen." you said "After working long hours during the internships, it seems like it's being paid off."

"I know I can vouch for all of us when I say that you are the most hard-working person we know." Takashi "Even though you'll be miles away, your dream is finally coming true. You deserve this and much more." he raised his shot glass in the air and the rest of you followed "To y/n...who will become the baddest boss I know!"

"Hear hear!" you all spoke in unison and clinked your glasses together drinking down the sake.

Clearing your throat you then stood up "I'm going to the bathroom I'll be back."

"Don't be too long!" Aito yelled as you left "Or I'll eat your bowl of rice!"

A chuckle escaped your lips as you slipped away out into the balcony. You closed the door behind you making the night turn quiet. The voices sounded muffled, you sighed leaning forward.

'I know I should be happy...' you thought holding on to the black metal railing. 'But why am I feeling sad...this is the chance I've been looking for..'

The sound of a door opening and closing caught your attention. On instinct, you wiped the tears away and turned around expecting to see Aito or Aimi but saw a stranger instead.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to interrupt-" they began.

"No, you didn't," you reassured them.

The stranger with glasses then furrowed his eyebrows together as his stare became focused on you. Then his eyes widened, "Y/n?"

"Um..." you looked at him confused then your face reciprocated his expression as well. "T-Tenya..."

"Yeah..." he softly spoke, "It's been a while..."

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, "It has..."

Tenya then walked over and stood next to you near the railing. "How have you been?"

"I-I have been well...and you?" you mumbled not knowing how to feel after years of not seeing him.

"I'm doing good actually..." he softly replied looking at you as his back was facing the street.

"That's...good then," you said looking down at your open-toe heels suddenly remembering you had come to enjoy your dinner celebration after work. His eyes were softly looking at you as he noticed your tired finger and the pen marking you had on your forehead but despite it all, you still looked beautiful.

"Did you come alone? he asked.

You shook your head not wanting to look at him "I came here with some of my close friends."

"I see..." there was nothing he can do to make the silence less awkward and somehow he still had a lot he wanted to say to you. So many words crossed his mind yet seeing you in front of him made him nervous.

"It's been six years hasn't it?" your mouth suddenly spoke for you making you mentally slap yourself for opening it. Without realizing it you kept going not having any filter or control over what came out. "Since the last time, we saw each other."

A small smile formed on his lips "It has been too long." he replied.

"Has it been too long?" you questioned having the courage to look at him "We didn't necessarily speak to one another the last two years of high school."

"I admit it wasn't the best move I made, at least not the one I wanted to." his gaze softened as he looked you in the eyes.

"Then why did you?" you said, "I thought I had done something wrong or said something that might have upset you. I kept looking back at all the memories to try and find a clue that would help clear my mind from how guilty I felt Tenya."

"I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

A sly chuckle came out and you broke away from the stare "I even had the decency to message you and apologize when I shouldn't have had the need to do so."

"None of this was ever your fault y/n." he said "I was the idiot who got driven by j-" Tenya paused as he bit his tongue.

"What?" you asked.

He shook his head "Nothing..."

Anger started to build up inside of you after all those years you tried to ignore how he had made you felt. How you cried for him as silly as it sounded, of wanting to maybe just maybe having a chance to show him how important he was to you. Only for things to change out of the blue and ignore you as if you never existed. "Bullshit," you called him out. "You don't get to pull this half-ass move on me!"

His back then turned as he looked out into the city, "I'm not pulling anything..."

"Seriously?" your hand-formed into a fist "You start to spew out an apology only for you not to admit the truth to me?! That is a half-ass move and I have no reason to keep listening or believe anything that comes out of your mouth!" you yelled.

Footsteps were then heard indicating to him that you were walking away and he was losing you for good. Gripping the rail tightly he then blurted out, "I had a crush on you okay!"

Your feet stopped moving, little butterflies began to fly around in your tummy. Tenya turned around to face you, "I didn't know how to act." he explained "We talked every day when we saw each other before I knew it these feelings of friendliness turned into a crush. I saw other guys get close to you and held a grudge."

A tear slipped from your eye and you blinked making it fall down to the cold ground. "So you ignored me as revenge?..."

"It wasn't revenge...I just-" he paused covering his face with his hands then letting them fall down to the side "...didn't know what to do. I did not want to ruin anything if you didn't feel the same way. Before I knew it the more I thought about it every day it made me ignore you and pretend as if nothing had happened."

"And yet you know deep down something did, Tenya." you tried controlling your heavy breathing as the tears kept falling down, "I had thought I was only imagining things, that you decided to erase all those times we acted as more than friends."

"I'm sorry." he said, "But I did mean everything I said to you in every conversation and moment I had with you, those were never fake y/n."

You stood quiet trying to wrap around your mind the confession you wanted to hear all these years. But now that you got it, did you still have those feelings for him?

"Look at me, please." he softly spoke. When he said it you turned around and his heart broke upon seeing your red bloodshot eyes. "Y/n..." slowly he lifted his hand and cupped the right side of your face. Using his thumb he gently wiped away the stained tears on your cheek. "I didn't mean to make you cry. But I knew you deserved the truth of it all."

Your sad eyes locked onto his, a silence overcame you both. The only sound was the cars passing by and the minimal chatter from strangers. "Even though I vowed to move forward and not look back, I don't know anyone else who can make me feel this way."

"You deserve better than what I have given you," he said cupping your face with both your hands. Slowly he closed the distance between you two, his eyes looked from your eyes to your lips and back up again. You copied his movements and inched closer to him then stopped once both your noses brushed against each other silently asking if it was ok. Not seeing any hesitation he continued softly kissing you. Your lips brushed gently against one another as the kiss deepened. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your skin tingled feeling his body heat radiating off onto you. The kiss was magnificent something you've never experienced before, which made you break apart despite the happiness you felt.

You broke apart after a minute to breathe. A smile lingered on your faces feeling the rush from the explosive kiss. "I've been meaning to do that." his cheeks turned red and brushed his hair back.

"I'm glad you did." you admitted "I have been waiting for a while..."

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "I waited too long and now that I have I don't plan on wasting it."

The thought made you feel delighted yet you knew it would be impossible. Tenya noticed the change in your eyes, "What's wrong?" he asked as he held your hand.

"I'm moving out of the country." you explained "I have a job opportunity in Spain. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Oh..."

"I did miss you." you confessed "Seeing you rose feelings within me that I didn't know I still had. But I'm not going to be hopeful on waiting again especially since I don't know how long I'll be gone."

"We'll figure this out okay?" he said "You don't need to answer me or feel like you have to decide right now. You deserve that job opportunity."

"Are you sure?"

"You have my word." Tenya gave your hand a gentle squeeze "I'm willing to wait for as long as it takes and show you how much you mean to me."

"Y/n!" one of your friends called out to you, "The food is getting cold!"

"I should get back," you said letting go of his hand and he nodded.

"Let me know what time you leave okay?"

"I will." you said, "Goodbye, Tenya."

"Goodnight, y/n." he softly said and you headed back inside over to your table. Tenya then walked in after you, as he saw your table was a few feet away from his.

"Y/n where were you?!" Aimi slurred as you noticed her pink face from how much sake she had drunk already.

"She wouldn't stop asking where you were," Aito said. "She kept talking a lot almost getting us thrown out from here."

"Sorry, I ran into someone from my old school," you explained as your eyes landed on him from far away. Tenya's eyes then landed on you as well. You slightly blushed.

"What's wrong?" Takashi asked as he raised an eyebrow looking at you.

"Nothing," you replied smiling softly. "The meat tastes good is all."

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waayix · 2 years

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I saw a recent ask about 1 raising Uzi and...what exactly DOES Uzi go through? Actually, what would her childhood even be like?

Uzi would have a very silent, but tame childhood, tbh. 1 can't verbally speak and uses ASL or her visor to put on text, so Uzi naturally follows in her footsteps while still breaching out on her own. 1 is still a bit more emotionless compared to Uzi, and in her more late teenage years, Uzi would wonder if her 'mom' could feel anything at all since her expression never changes.

Well, she gets her answer the hard way. This got longer than I intended, so enjoy a kinda-mini fic about their first huge fight. Feel free to ask if you're curious about more cus I don't really feel like vomiting it all out. ↴

1 is a traveler, so Uzi never really stayed in one place for very long. Lots of sight-seeing! But then Uzi would sometimes read about this concept called 'friends' in books and it would make her curious. 1 doesn't entirely know how to deal with it, but does ask Uzi if she want friends. When told yes, this does conflict 1.

But, a little bit of experimenting doesn't hurt, so if Uzi does want friends, she'll make them.

She decides to let Uzi go into a worker colony on her own to see if there's anyone she'd like to befriend. Uzi is almost terrified due to her being a bit socially inept, but 1 trusts that Uzi will be fine.

They eventually get Uzi in, but then that completely flips Uzi's knowledge upside down. These people...look like her. But they also look like those her mom have hunted. Not to mention, they seem so...bizarre. Well, the guy who she now knows is named Khan, operating those big ass doors are. For some reason he's really timid to speak with her, and he almost looks like he's about to start crying when Uzi tells him her name.

The guy's weird, but at least he offers her a place to stay.

After about a week, Uzi's terrified. She's fucking petrified of the thought of everything being a lie.

The worker drones. The murder drones. Why she never saw a single person who looked like her go outside. Why she always had to see her mom feeding off something like that.

Her mom- No, that THING, was designed to KILL her. She was designed to kill her ENTIRE fucking race.

She was just cattle all along.

She lied to her.

Once the week is up, she marches back out to an expectant 1, who is absolutely shocked when her Uzi nearly clocks her aside the face.

"YOU LIED TO ME!"

Uzi's voice was powerful.

1 is surprised by this, and does try to speak, but Uzi doesn't give her time to do anything except dodge her violent advances. Until 1 has no choice but to restrain her.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU DAMN LIAR! YOU'RE A LIAR! YOU WERE JUST FATTENING ME UP!"

1 doesn't know what the hell Uzi is saying. It takes a WHILE of struggling before 1 can get Uzi still enough to where they can look at eachother. Enough for 1 to blink up text on her visor that Uzi wanted to smash in so badly.

[ What did I lie to you about? ]

"Everything....You lied to me about EVERYTHING."

[Define your 'Everything.']

"EVERYTHING!" Uzi's voice felt like it shook the entire world.

"A....About me, about us, what I was meant to do...Why I fucking exist..." Uzi found her words scrambled, she found the question hard to answer, but right in the moment, these answers felt right.

"I was just cattle to you, wasn't I?"

Huh?

"You were just fattening me up to eat me, weren't you?!"

What the hell was Uzi saying?

"Did it all mean NOTHING to you?!"

[ Did what mean nothing? ]

"OUR LIFE TOGETHER, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Even Uzi was surprised at how she was willing to curse at her, even if she didn't fully understand why she was surprised. But, this was the truth, wasn't it?

"You...you took me in. For what fucking reason? Just to eat me? Was it all just so you could have a snack at the end of the day?! Is that it?!"

Uzi almost felt insulted at the actual shocked look 1's face imitated, was she really acting dumb?!

[ Why would you think that? ]

"Because that's your PURPOSE!" Uzi snapped so easily.

For once, 1 felt like she was walking on eggshells. Why did she feel so nervous?

"You were designed to kill me, to kill EVERYONE! I should've known something was wrong from the fucking start- I was never born from you, I was KIDNAPPED by you!"

[ I didn't kidnap you. I'm not going to kill you. ]

"Then what the hell WAS it?! Why did you take me in?!"

She didn't like the way 1 paused for so long. Was it all true, then?!

"Would you say the same fucking thing if you DIDN'T raise me?! Would you have killed me then?!"

For some reason, it was so visible in the way 1 slumped her shoulders.

[ If I didn't raise you.... ]

1 felt herself tense up as she blinked up the next text on her visor.

[ I would have killed you. ]

Uzi felt like something in her broke.

It was a lie. It was a lie. All of it was a lie.

Uzi saw red.

"You.....! Y-YOU FUCKING...-!!"

Uzi couldn't see the way 1 tried to get her to hold it, she acted before she could think.

She heard glass shatter, and a garbled and glitched screech, before she felt something swipe across her right eye, and SHE was now one screaming in return as she recoiled in the snow.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking badly.

For once, 1 felt regret.

For once, 1 felt shame.

Guilt, remorse, anguish, whatever the fuck it was, 1 felt it. But one thing she knew she didn't feel was anger. She just acted out of instinct, and the next thing she knew, her dau- Uzi, was now squirming on the floor, voice recoiling in agony as she tried to cover up the newly formed scratch on her eye that started to leak.

Her body acted on it's own when she tried reaching for her, but was met with a shove followed by a shriek.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME DON'T TOUCH ME, DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!"

Something about hearing that word from Uzi....

1 didn't like it.

She felt like throwing up when she saw the way Uzi looked at her. She knew that look.

Hate. Fear. Despair. Betrayal.

She was used to having that face made at her, but something about now made it worse.

She hated her.

Uzi hated her.

Why did she hate her?

Wait, why was she asking that? She knew why. So why was she rejecting that possibility so badly? Did she want something from it?

Uzi was standing before 1 could process it, this time backing away from her like she never knew her.

"D-Don't....Don't EVER come near me again! Don't look at me, don't touch me, don't EVER FUCKING EXIST TO ME EVER AGAIN!"

Those words were hitting harder than any sort of wound. 1 didn't understand it.

She didn't mean it. She really didn't.

She could only find strength in her legs to take one step before Uzi was gone. She heard the large door close.

It was over.

Was it over?

No, it had to be. She was hated now. She was used to being hated.

So why did she feel so empty?

'Don't ever exist to me ever again.'

Those words stuck with her, despite how much it made her throat tighten. It hurt. She didn't know or understand how, but her instincts told her it hurt.

It was over.

All of it was over.

All of it.

#cherry's bullshit #murder drones oc #mom 1 AU #ig

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Carol Danvers ~ Two Sides Of The Same Coin

Chapter 2: Owe Me

One

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The explosion on your left was far too close for comfort. The shock sent your body hurling forward a few feet with a distinct ringing in your ears. The high pitched sound was all you could focus on for a few precious moments.

When the dust started to settle and the ringing got slightly quieter, you knew you needed to get up. You were vulnerable. And you were outnumbered.

You could handle something like four or five-to-one, but twenty was a little more than you had been prepared for. The fact that they were a heavily armed twenty made it worse. You were pretty sure you had seen Owen's logo on one of those weapons.

You turned onto your side to try to take in your surroundings better but visibility was still limited. The shoulder you had landed on protested against your movements but you were forced ignore it. There was no way you were going to get out of there without using it again.

You groaned as you finally got yourself onto your knees and pushed off of the ground to stand. You were extremely disorientated and unsteady but you continued to look around until you could make out distant shapes amongst the dust.

You shook your head and raised your hands in closed fists infront of you in hopes of it preparing you even a little.

Just as you managed to narrow your focus onto those infront of you, heavy footsteps were heard from behind.

You spun around to meet whoever was charging towards you only to stumble sideways. Much to your luck, the exact moment you moved to the side the attacker had swing his fist and ended up stumbling forward too from having not landed his punch.

You noticed this just in time and managed to swipe his legs out from under him while maintaining your own balance. The victory, no matter how small, made you feel more confident about the situation. Maybe you would be able to get out of there in one piece.

Just as you had that optimistic thought bullets went whizzing by the side of your head. You were grateful for the attacker's terrible aim as you ducked behind a large cluster of debris.

Your gun had been thrown from your grasp in the blast and to get it back you would have to run a few feet away from the safety of your temporary cover. Bullets continued to smack against the debris, the frequency and the amplitude both increasing to warn you they were getting closer.

It would hard - near impossible - to get your gun, shoot every attacker with the few bullets you had and avoid getting seriously injured, but it was that or wait behind the debris for a bullet to finally find you.

Your eyes locked onto your unharmed gun as you sat up gradually. Now or never.

You sprang up from your position and sprinted towards your weapon as the bullets relentlessly followed you. You swiped it in your hand and instantly aimed your gun towards the attackers.

They may have had bigger, much more intimidating guns, and there may have been a lot more of them, but they had no idea what to do with those guns or how to work coherently together. That made it easier for you to hit each target perfectly without a single bullet even skimming you.

But there was only ten of them down. The blast had disorientated you so much you hadn't noticed them scatter to surround you. Panic rose in your chest when you saw the remaining attackers spaced out in the distance.

That same panic was amplified when a small object came hurtling towards you, the small blinking light was enough for you to figure out what it was.

With all the energy you could muster, you put as much distance between you and the explosive device as your legs could give you. Your hands instinctively covered your head when your feet left the ground and the defeaning boom filled your ears.

You expected to feel bullets rain down on you. You expected everything to go completly dark. You expected the worst. Nothing happened.

You glanced up at the nearest attacker, your ears ringing once again, and saw him staring up at the sky. He was looking around frantically. You couldn't really make out his face, but you could tell he was scared.

You couldn't see anything in the sky either, leading you to wonder what they were all trying to look at. That was very quickly answered when something bright dropped down infront of you.

You were dazed for a brief moment until the familiarity of the bright light hit you.

The energy around Carol was far stronger than it was the last couple of times you had a demonstration. It was flowing over her entire body and although you couldn't see her face because her back was turned to you, the confidence and power she emitted was something you couldn't help but be in awe of.

The attackers backed away slightly however this seemingly wasn't enough for Carol. She shot her photon blasts faster than anyone could comprehend or get away from. Swirls of blue, yellow and red light was fired in every direction and it was over so quickly.

When Carol turned around to face you her powers were fading yet the soft glow around her made her look angelic, you would never admit that to her of course.

"You look like you need some help." The blonde smiled knowingly down to you.

"I'm perfectly fine on my own." You defied stubbornly.

"On the floor?" She gave a smug grin as you huffed and got off of the floor. You patted the dust of your clothes and tried to assess your next move while you tried even harder to ignore the hero and the fact she may have just saved your life.

"You could say thank you." The smirk was still present in Carol's voice.

"Are they dead?" You asked, avoiding the statement like the bullets you had just encountered. You walked towards the nearest attacker with Carol close behind.

"Just knocked out." As she said that, the nearest man groaned and tried to sit up. "I guess not all of them." The man startled when he heard Carol's voice and sat bolt upright as he legs kicked out to try and back himself away, it didn't work very well.

"Can we go back to our convosation before you started shooting at me?" You asked as you stood over him.

"I don't know anything." He stammered as he looked between the two of you.

"You're awful defensive for someone who doesn't have anything to hide."

"I've noticed that with a lot of people." Carol added. You didn't object to her presence this time.

"I don't, I swear! We were just told that if anyone came looking for Daexire we had to kill them." The man explained with a pleading look.

You smiled at his answer and nodded slowly, taking a step away from the two and glancing around at the other attackers, non of which moved.

"You're happy with that?" Carol questioned as her brows furrowed. Confused by your apparent contentment.

"It's actually quite relieving to hear. It means I'm on the right track. I much prefer people trying to kill me over people misleading me." You explained as you started to wander away.

You had been in that situation before, it always happened with the biggest bounties who had a lot of people defending them. The misleading happened first, and then the paranoia kicked in and everyone was told to go into full defense. It also meant you were getting closer, but with Daexire you were sure you had a way to go before you could truly celebrate any progress.

"So you know where to go next?" You cringed slightly at that. It did help, but the next place you had in mind was one you never thought you would return to. You had wanted to put it off for longer, but seeing how defensive the people in that area had been made it the logical place to go.

You didn't answer Carol, knowing what she was going to suggest. She seemed to know what your silence meant.

"You know...you kind of owe me now." She said slowly. You turned to her sharply and met her searching gaze. You hated that she was right. You also hates being in people's debt. "And don't say you had it under control because we both know you didn't." You still stayed silent but avoided her gaze this time, pretending to survey your surroundings.

"We're on the same side, you know?" She said. There was no arrogant tone to her voice this time. No superiority. She spoke as though it was genuinely something she wanted you to understand. You did.

"I have rules." You stated, looking back at her. Carol smiled hopefully, it suited her. "You follow my lead when we're talking to people." Carol instantly opened her mouth to oppose but you stopped her by speaking louder. "I know these people, you don't. I know how they work, how they think. You can fight, Danvers, I'll give you that. I know that you're a superhero and all, but what we're doing now is bounty hunting. That's my world. It'll only work if you follow my lead." You explained to her as best you could. You needed her to understand that. Carol considered your words as she searched your face for...well you weren't entirely sure what she was looking. So you took a guess.

"I know I'm getting money out of this when it's done. But it's about more than that with Daexire, I know what he's done, what he'll continue to do. He needs to be stopped, and we can only stop him if this is done right. I'm not even going to attempt to boss you around, you're far too stubborn, just trust that I know this better."

She continued to look at you carefully until, you weren't sure you even wanted to hazard a guess as to know what she was thinking. Finally, Carol nodded tightly, you knew she was still unsure. It must have been a while since someone had asked that of her, you just hoped she would understand early on.

"Great." You released a breath you didn't know you had been holding and ran a hand through your hair as you stepped back.

"Do I at least get to fly your ship?" Carol asked as a mischievous twinkle emerged in her eyes. You rolled your eyes to stop the smile that threatened to form as you walked back to your ship.

"Don't push it, Danvers."

#brie larson #captain marvel #captain marvel imagines #captain marvel x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers imagines #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel series #carol danvers series #enemies to allies to lovers #enemies to lovers

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Heir To The Throne

Chapter 4: Two Can Keep A Secret If One Is Dead.

There comes a day where all fathers pass their business down to their children. This was no ordinary business, this was the mafia. You were the sole heir to the throne and you didn’t want it. Your father’s right hands Derek and Aaron are tasked with convincing you otherwise, the last thing you expected to do was fall in love.

Mafia AU

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader, Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of blood, killing and death, guns and use of, injuries, swearing, alcohol and the consumption of, almost confessions of love, death of parents and sibling

Word Count: 4.7k

Author’s Note: I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get this up lmao also this one is wild, so much happens loool

Masterlist /// Chapter 3 /// Chapter 5

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All he could think about was you.

Aaron bolted out of the room, he didn’t give Emily a second glance on his way out of the room.

There you stood, Matt laying on the floor in front of you, what looked like a bullet hole in his stomach, the red blood staining the marble staircase.

You didn’t move, you stood there, frozen in time.

Aaron stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking back at the window behind him which was directly across from where you were standing.

“Y/n, what happened?” he asked, you didn’t shift an inch nor did you answer him.

Aaron walked up the stairs, the sound of people running down the hallway filled the foyer. Aaron grabbed your hands, your entire body had spatters of red, on your arms, on your face, on your dress. You looked at him, but your eyes shifted back to Matt. Luke had come out with Penelope, Spencer and Tara. Aaron looked back at Luke, there was a nonverbal exchange between them, Luke immediately made his way over to Matt as did Spencer.

“What happened?” Aaron asked you again, your focus was anywhere but on him at the moment. Dave and Derek walked through the foyer, looking briefly at the scene unfolding on the stairs, Derek’s glance caught yours as they passed by.

“What the hell happened?!” Aaron shook you, finally you looked at him.

“Uh- I came out to go see Spencer, Matt was on the stairs. I went to apologize and then he got shot. I don't know what happened, Aaron I didn-”

“Okay, shut up. He’ll be fine. You need to get somewhere safe.”

“What ? No! I need to find out what's happening”

You pushed past Aaron, running down the stairs as you followed the steps your father took moments ago, out the doors and into the yard. Aaron ran down the stairs after you, his hand being grabbed stopped him momentarily.

“What’s going on?” Emily asked him, JJ was beside her.

“I don't know, I’m trying to find out” Aaron pulled his hand from hers and headed out the door as well.

Outside stood your father along with 20 other men you had never met in your life. You pushed your way through the men, they all had guns out and pointed at whatever was in front of them and that’s exactly where you were trying to get too. Derek stood across from your father, a blond woman was in front of him. His arm around her neck, holding her in place with a gun pressed to the side of her head. She looked oddly familiar, like you had seen her somewhere before but you couldn't put your finger on in.

“Who are you?” Dave asked, stepping towards the woman. “Wouldn't you like to know?” she spat at him, she noticed you standing a few feet behind your father. A chuckle left her mouth, “I thought I'd never see you again” she breathed, looking directly at you. Derek pulled her towards him, tightening his grip on her, the shoulder of her shirt moving in the process.

A little red J beside a large rose tattooed on her right shoulder.

Abigail.

Your father looked back at you, “you know her?” he waited for an answer. You swore to James that you’d never tell.

It takes two to keep a secret and it only stays a secret if one is dead.

“Y/n. Do you know her?” Dave asked you rather harshly, you shook your head. “No idea who she is.” turning on your heels, you walked back into the house leaving your father, Derek, Abigail and all the men in the courtyard.

Aaron watched as you walked into the house, he wanted to stop you, to talk to you and make sure you were alright but Emily was right beside him and he wasn't in the mood for a fight with her, there were more pressing matters at hand.

The blood had dripped down the stairs, pooling by the bottom of the staircase. Your mind flickering back to Matt but you pushed the thought aside and ran up the stairs. Abigail didn’t show up unexpectedly, you knew about her and knew this day would come eventually. She was James’s summer love from Paris. He met her when the two of you took the trip for your 16th birthday. Flipping through the closet for something that isn't blood cover, you recalled the first time James told you about her.

James snuck into the room around 4am. Your nails tapped against the glass in your hand and his footsteps paused. The click echoed through the room and then the lights turned on, you were staring down the barrel of James’s gun.

“Fuck,” he let out a sigh “what the hell are you doing in the dark? ” he lowered his hand, the gun re-tucked into the waist of his pants.

“Where were you ?”

“Out” the one word answer made you want to throw the glass at his head. The top few buttons to his shirt were undone and there was bright red lipstick on his shoulder. The undone button revealed his shoulder when he moved, a plastic like thing wrapped on his shoulder. “What’s that ?” you stand and pull his collar to the side. James swats your hand away, “stop that, you're acting like mom, darling.” his voice taunting you, he knew you hated being compared to her because you were nothing like her.

“Who else is gonna take care of your dumbass if she’s not here?” you ask him, your question making him roll his eyes.

The shoulder of the shirt was now pulled down revealing a large red rose on his shoulder.

“You got a tattoo ?” “yeah, do you like it?” you hum, returning to your spot on the couch. “I’m gonna go change. Maybe we can watch a movie or go see anywhere is open for breakfast ?” he kisses your head and goes to his room. A few minutes pass when there’s a knock on the door.

“J?” you call, opening the door to a stranger at 4am wasn't the smartest thing to do but James wasn't answering. “James?” you shout and then you hear the shower running. Standing in front of the door, you wait to hear if you hear anyone. Finally opening the door, a woman with blond hair stood in front of you. On her shoulder was a red rose with a J, identical to the one James had.

“Who are you ?”

“Could ask you the same thing” she smiles at you, your brother returns to see you at the door with the woman.

“Abby, what are you doing here?” he asks her, stepping in front of you.

“I came to see you sweetheart”

“You need to go. I’ll come see you another time, okay ?” James leans towards her, giving her a kiss and then shuts the door in her face before she could protest. He turns, now facing you.

“Is that Abby as in Abigail ? As in Vincent’s daughter ?”

“Before you say anything-” “Are you fucking crazy ?!” you give your brother a shove. “Hey! Stop that! She wants nothing to do with that life. She barely talks to her father.” he tells you, as if that makes a difference.

“She’s his only child, James. You know how these things go. This won't end well- you’d be lucky if Vincent finds out first and kills you before dad gets the chance”

You walk away from your brother, leaving him in the hallway of your suite. Not a few seconds past before you hear him shouting for you, his hand on your shoulder stopping you in your place. Turning towards him, he reaches for your hands.

“Y/n, promise me you won’t tell. You said it yourself, dad will kill me” his eyes find yours, the fear evident in his expression.

James didn’t fear anything- anything except your father.

A moment passed, you knew your father all too well- you knew what he was capable of. He wouldn't hesitate to get rid of James for lesser things but sleeping with the enemy’s daughter ? That would be it for him. He’d kill him without a blink of an eye.

“Okay.” you nod, “your secret is safe with me” James pulled you in for a hug, he whispers a thank you before letting you go.

This was a secret that would go to the grave with you.

Your father walked into your room. “Who is she?!” he shouted, you turned to face him. “Ever heard of knocking ? I was about to change.” you roll your eyes.

“Answer my question. Who is she?” he shouts again

“Vincent’s daughter.”

“How do you know her?”

“She was in Paris at the same time James and I went. I didn’t know she was his daughter until after we had dinner with her.”

“Do you tell her about-” “No, never. James didn’t either.”

And with that, he left you in your room. You changed and headed back down the stairs. The red blood had stained the stairs, dripping down the stairs and dried the way it fell. Derek was in the foyer by the door, you made your way over to him. “Where is she ?” you ask him, he nods towards the basement. You gave him a smile and went towards the stairs, Derek grabbed your arm.

“You don’t want to go down there.”

“Derek, let go of me.”

“At least let me go with you” he pleads

“No thanks,” you rest for his waist, pulling his gun from his pants and tucking it into the waistband of your pants. “Got everything I need right here” you smile at him and head down the stairs, you can hear Derek chuckling as you go down. Your father stood outside of a room, the door locked but the groaning and hitting loud enough to be heard through the door.

“What’s happening ?” looking at him, he sighs. “She says she's pregnant.. James’s”

“What ? No, that’s not-” “That’s what I thought too.”

“Is she actually, you know, pregnant ?” you turn to the door, he hums “No, Penelope checked the medical records.”

Dave turns back towards the door, his hand on the handle. Your hands rests on his, “I'll go.” he lets go, letting you step in instead. Abigail sat strapped to a chair, her body blooded and bruised. The two men that were in there, looked to the door expecting your father but were met with you instead.

“Go, I'll deal with it.” stepping further into the room, the men looked confused. “We should stay-” “get out!”

Abigail looked up at you, a disgustingly wicked smile on her face. She was proud of the chaos she caused. You internally groaned, holding back the urge to slap her.

“What do you want ?” you spat, words laced with anger. You weren't in the mood for her bullshit.

“Surprised you’re still around”

“I live here dumbass. Why are you here? James is dead.”

“I’m pregnant”

“It sure as hell ain’t James’s kid”

“It is.”

“Mkay, say it is James’s. What do you want from us?”

She was really starting to get on your nerves, James was dead and there was no way that baby was his. You indulged her, she had always been a little bit on the crazy side. “For my baby, to have its rightful place here.”

“Why not with your father ? Why us ?”

“Because James was your brother. This baby is his, he belongs here.”

“It’s a boy?” you ask, her statement pulling on your heartstrings. James had always wanted to be a father, especially to a little boy. You couldn’t help but imagine for a moment what it would have been like if he was still here, with a baby on the way. That was just a dream, the reality was sitting right in front of you.

“Yeah, I was thinking James jr” she says proudly. You let out a cackle, “that’s a fucking ugly name. Anyways, you’re not pregnant and it’s not my brother’s.”

The door creaked as it was pushed open, Luke standing by the door, his shirt stained red from the blood- Matt’s blood. He nodded towards the hallway, you stepped out and Luke shut the door again,

“What ?” you look at him, your eyes fixed on his shirt.

“Abigail- Krystall’s daughter.” he tells you, noticing your gaze on his shirt.

“What ? Who the fuck is Krystall- Oh my god. As in dad’s Krystall ?” looking up at Luke, he hums. “Yeah”

“How’d you-” “Penelope.”

You had no choice but to believe him, Penelope always had accurate information and Luke wouldn't lie to you, he knew better than that. Your eyes were still glued to his shirt, the red was shockingly bright against the white of his shirt.

“I meant to change” he says, barely above a whisper. You just hum, turning to head back into the room. Luke’s hand wraps around your wrist, looking back at him, “He’s okay,” you let out a sigh, part of you was at ease now, “I’ll take you to see him after” Luke lets go of your wrist, you smile at him before stepping back in. The moment you reenter the room, the smile drops from your face.

Abigail had passed out in her chair, she seemed peaceful for once. There was another chair in the corner of the room, you dragged it towards her. The sound of the legs dragging across the floor woke her, she groaned when she saw you.

You sat on the chair, legs crossed as the heel touching the ground clicked against the concrete with each tap. The gun pulled from your waistband, now resting on your lap.

“Okay, let’s try this again. Why are you here?” the click let her know the safety was released, your finger on the trigger awaiting her answer.

“I’m pregnant” bang, one shot to her left foot.

She screamed, the shot was a through and through- some of your finest work if you do say so yourself.

“Medical records say otherwise, sweets. What do you want ?”

“For the baby to have its rightful spot as heir.” Bang, the bullet grazed her right arm this time and hit the wall.

“Next one goes between your eyes, and I have excellent aim” smiling sweetly, you looked at her, the fear painted on her face. She swallowed, her face back to normal- no fear, no happiness, nothing. “Try me.” she says, challenging you.

“Mkay, is it money you want ? Did daddy spend it all on his whores ?”

“You don’t know anything about my father.” she spat, you watched her face drop when you mentioned him.

“Awh, did daddy toss you aside for his new girl ? Is that why you ran away to Paris ? Is that why your mother ended up here ?” you obviously hit a nerve, she was furious.

“Shut up bitch,” she spat again, “What happened between my parents and I, is none of your fucking business.”

You laughed- a full belly, hunched over laugh. You couldn't believe this girl, you never understood what James saw in her. She wasn't smart, she obviously didn’t take over for her father and clearly, she wasn’t good at lying so what could she really do ?

Getting up, you walked towards her. your hand gripping her face hard- hard enough to leave a bruise. “You're right, what happens in your family is your business but when you drag my brother into it, it becomes my business. So tell me what you fucking want or I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you, you stupid bi-” the gun was pressed against the side of her head when the door swung open. The force of it alone was enough to get your attention.

Your father stood there, Aaron beside him. “Let her go,” he looks at you before looking at Aaron. “What ? What the hell do you mean let her go ?” your brows furrowed, the gun still against her head. Aaron walked over, his face calm with no expression per usual and he simply untied her.

“What the fuck is going on?” turning to your father, he doesn't say anything, instead he steps aside, letting Abigail go. David turned and followed her down the hallway, you were beyond pissed. You were mumbling, pacing the room when Aaron’s hand reached for yours, breaking your thoughts.

“He knows” was all he said.

“Now is really not the time to be cryptic, who knows what ?” you looked up at the man in front of you.

“David knows Abigail is Krystall’s daughter, that’s why he let her go”

“Are you fucking-” cutting your sentence short, you push past Aaron and he followed you into the hallway, running after you as you ran down the hallway and up the stairs. “Y/n! Don’t!” Aaron shouted as he ran after you.

“You fucking asshole!” you screamed, the statement was directed towards your father as you had a few choice words for him right about now. He was used to your ‘nonsense’ as he put it so he kept walking. You knew he wouldn’t stop to listen to you. You looked around the entryway, it was mostly empty- a few on the men and your father. Derek was off to a side with Emily and JJ by his side. You seem Krystall hugging Abigail and the sight of them alone made your blood boil.

The sound of the bullet hitting the chandelier and it falling to the ground was the reason they stopped, your father turning to look at you. “What the hell are you doing?!” he shouted at you, looking between you and the shattered chandelier. That was the last thing your mother had decided on before passing, hence why it was in the middle of the villa for everyone to see.

“I cannot fucking believe you.” you scoff, shaking your head. “Watch how you talk to me.” your father says causing you to roll your eyes.

“I can believe that you’d pick them over your own. I’m your own flesh and blood-your fucking child and you overstep me for her? The bitch that you’ve known for all of 2 seconds and her slut of a daughter ?” you huff a laugh. Your father just stood there, not a word or a sound left his mouth- he just listened.

“You know, I'm not surprised. You never cared. All you cared about was your stupid legacy and making sure you had someone to carry it on. That’s why you never cared about James, not until he was old enough and you never cared about me until James died- until you needed someone to fill his place. You’re a heartless son of a bitch and I swear to you, I'm done. I’m leaving and I'm never fucking coming back.”

“Y/n, don’t make a stupid decision. What are you going to do ? Run off with Matt ? He doesn’t love you.” your father says plainly.

“Fuck you.”

Little did you know, those were the last words you’d ever say to your father.

Stepping over the chandelier, the glass shattering under your heel as you went, you walked up the stairs, the conversation between your father and Krystall fading as you went up the stairs. Luke was sitting outside of Matt’s room, his head tilted back against the wall and his hand behind his head.

“Hey,” you whisper, your hand on his shoulder. Your touch startled him, his hand twisting your hand and pulling your down towards his lap so he could see who was touching him. He let go once he saw it was just you. “Sorry” he mumbled, looking at you.

“Jesus Al” rubbing at your wrist when he let go.

Luke gives you an apologetic look as you walk into Matt’s room.

“Hey you” you smiled at him, he was awake and laying on his bed. His shirt was gone but a giant gauze covered a large portion of his abdomen.

“Hey” he whispers, going to sit up but your hand rests on his chest and you shake your head.

“Stay still before you hurt yourself again.” Taking a seat on his bed facing him. He looks over at you, a small smile on his face. You return the smile, “how are you? I mean I know you got shot so that’s a stupid question but like, you know what I mean” you ramble out into one sentence.

Matt chuckles and winces, “don’t make me laugh- I'm fine. I’ve gotten worse ones than this.” His hand finding its way to yours, fingers interlocking. “How are you ?” he looks at you, studying your face. “I heard about the situation down there”

“Fine considering I cussed out my father and almost killed his whore’s child.”

“So a typical Saturday for you?” Matt joked, you rolled your eyes. “Ha ha, very funny Matthew” his face scrunching up when you call him Matthew. The conversation drops, the two of you sitting there in comfortable silence. Your thumb rubbing against his hand, you look up at him- eyes locking.

“Matt, I lo-” the door opens, causing both of you to turn your attention towards that. A woman walks in, tall with red hair, a beautiful smile and glass in hand.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?” she asks, stepping back towards the door.

You get up off the bed, your hand untangling from Matt's, “No, it’s fine. You are?” you smile at her,

“I’m Kristy” she looks at Matt, he pipes up. “yeah, uh she’s uh- she’s my-” “his girlfriend” she finishes for him. You hum, looking back at Matt and then at Kristy.

It made sense, you could see them together as a couple- a normal couple. Matt deserved to be happy, to settle down and have a family. Those were all things you couldn't and wouldn't be able to give him.

He deserved it, all of it even, if it wasn't with you but nonetheless, you were happy for him.

“You’re new here, aren't you ? I've seen you around with JJ” you ask, she nods before telling you that she just started her a few weeks ago.

“You are?” she repeats your question, looking to you for an answer.

“Y/n, Rossi’s daughter.” you smile

“Oh- oh my god, I’m sorry. If you want I can come back if you guys were busy.” she now realized who you were.

“Kristy, it’s fine. I was just coming by to see how he was.” glancing over your shoulder at Matt, you give him one last smile. You head towards the door, stopping beside Kristy, a hand now resting on her shoulder.

“Take care of him, he’s a special one.” you give her a smile which she returned. Stepping out, shutting the door behind you.

Luke looks over at you from his chair. “You okay?” he asks, his brows furrowed.

“I could really use a drink” sighing, you go towards the stairs, you can hear the footsteps beside you, Luke now to your left. Just as the two of you reach the bottom of the staircase, a sound rang through the villa.

Bang.

Your head whipped towards the door, the noise coming from outside. You ran towards the door and straight out, Luke right behind you. Your father on the floor, a pool of blood coming from him. Derek and Aaron both had guns out, pointed at Abigail and her mother. Abigail had a gun in her hand, she let it drop to the ground as she let out a sigh.

You were frozen in place.

Everything running through your mind.

Your father was going to die and you couldn't do anything. Your last words to him was ‘fuck you’ and you blamed him for everything that went wrong. Abigail killed your father and she was going to live? No way in hell was that going to happen, over your dead body.

Without hesitation, the gun was pulled from your side. 2 more shots rang through the deafening silence. Krystall’s body hit the floor with a thud, Abigail looking over at her mother, a blood shattering shriek leaving her lips. She dropped down to her knees, her arms wrapped around Krystall’s lifeless body, you made your way over to her.

Derek’s hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you back. “No,” you give him a look, your eyes for pleading him to let go as you pull away from him. He didn’t stop you- he knew it was best to let you go.

Crouching beside Abigail, she looked at you. Her face covered in tears and her body soaked in blood. You sighed deeply, “see, it didn’t have to end this way.”you hum, the gun tilting her chin towards you.

“You think I don’t know that your father was the one that killed James because he was seeing you?” you tell her, her face drops.

No one knew that, no one except Abigail, James and her father knew about the threat or so they thought. They hadn't known that you were there that night, in the suite in Paris, just a room over when you heard Abigail’s father, Vincent threaten to kill James if he didn’t stop seeing her. James wanted out of the life so badly that death seemed like a better choice.

“I- I loved him” she whimpers.

“Yeah, well so did I. Life isn't fair sweetheart, tough luck ain’t it ? See, here’s the thing. Your father killed my brother and you killed my father. It was only fair that your mother died too, huh ? An eye for an eye, what do you say ?” Abigail looked at you like you were an absolute mad person. You hummed, she didn’t say anything.

The gun pressed to the side of her head and before she could even say anything, your finger squeezed the trigger. The blood spattered across your face and your top. You groaned, looking at your shirt, “there goes another one.” getting up, you see Abigail hunched over her mother.

Dave was still on the ground, Aaron sat beside him with his hands covered in blood. He looked up at you, “I tried, I did” he whispers, you nod, your hand coming down to his shoulder.

“I know.” you look up at the men by the door - two more of the men that worked for your father- “Take him inside” you sigh, watching as they pick him up, taking him inside until you could figure out what to do.

The high heels that adorned your feel clicked against the concrete outside and against the tiles as you entered the villa. Stepping over the chandelier, you make your way into the dining room. The room is empty and quiet, you begin whistling before pouring yourself a drink.

The chair at the end of the table was empty, your father’s chair, the boss’s chair- a chair that now belonged to you whether you liked it or not.

Taking a seat in it, you leant back, your feet propped up on the mahogany table. You sigh, taking a sip of your whiskey and picking up the tune when you dropped it.

It felt good to be king.

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