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Healing Touch

Dabi x Fem!Reader fan fiction

Synopsis: You encounter an injured Shigaraki and offer your healing quirk to his aid. Little did you know, healers were hard to come by in the underground and Shigaraki takes a liking to your skills. To further his cause, he kidnaps you and holds you captive under the watch of the LOV. You play the role of the LOV's little healer while you think of a way to escape. Unbeknownst to you, the pyromaniac with a cold heart begins to melt in your presence. Your compassion and wit draw him in, all the while he swears it's only curiosity he feels toward you. But when your touch heals his burns and your personality soothes his anguish, Dabi begins to wonder, what exactly is he feeling for you? And why the hell does he feel so torn up when you slip away?

Warnings/Tags: mention of blood, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, female/afab reader, healing quirk, sexual tension w Dabi, implication of non-con (not by Dabi), Muscular is a creep, Dabi gets a new fit, aftermath of UA training arc

Author's Note: TIME FOR SEXUAL TENSION. All my homies hate Muscular, FUCK him. He gave me bad vibes during the UA training arc, so I’m trashing on his character. Handing Dabi a few W's before he gets couple L's. Also I'm feeding you guys a long chapter so buckle the fuck up. Warning: Muscular is a creep and implies noncon.

Word Count: 7.8K

Link to AO3

Chapter Seven: I Really Hate This Guy

You ended up recovering just fine after eating and sleeping your dizzy spell off. By the next day, it was as if nothing had happened at all. As far as you were concerned, nothing did really happen. Your memory of the incident was fuzzy. You knew that you pushed yourself too far and fainted for a moment, but what came afterwards was a complete blur. It must not have been too much of a disaster, considering you awoke in your bed without any bruises. You reason you must have simply fallen into your bed. You just hope you didn’t cause Dabi any trouble. Little did you know that Dabi was the one who caught you, brought you snacks, and made sure you were okay before leaving you to rest.

Your morning goes by quietly as you freshen yourself up in the bathroom. There’s not a sound in the other rooms, meaning the others are either still asleep or away on missions. With your morning routine done, you exit the bathroom and enter the hallway. As you are heading to your room, you notice Toga’s door is cracked open. Curiously, you creep forward to her door and quietly swing the door wider. The hinges softly groan, causing you to hold your breath and cringe. But when you release your breath and press on, you notice that it’s empty. She must be out on a mission. You swallow thickly, feeling some anxiety rising within you. Now is the perfect time to snatch a knife. You glance over your shoulders, checking to make sure the hallway is clear. If you’re gonna go through with this, you can’t have any witnesses. When you realize the hallway is clear, you make your move. You quickly, but quietly, stride over to Toga’s desk and pick out the smallest switchblade you see. Your heartbeat patters in your ears and your hands shake as you take the knife and tuck it into your waistband. Not wanting to risk being seen and questioned, you make your leave, immediately heading straight to your room.

You relax a bit once the door is shut behind you. The hard part is over, the next step is to hide it away. You let your back rest against the door as you chew your lip and weigh your options. As far as you’re aware, no one except Dabi or Toga have ever set foot into your room. Which means, almost any place that’s out of plain sight and hard to quickly get to would be a good place. After a few more moments of contemplating, you settle on a discrete location and stow it away. You hope you’re now one step closer to freedom.

You steady your wildly beating heart by taking a few breaths, assuring yourself the stashed knife would not be found. It’s important you get your emotions under control, your shaking hands and nervous demeanor would raise suspicions, should you let them show. You’re unsure of how many minutes have passed before you finally calm yourself. What you do know, however, is that you’re fucking starving. It’s time for you to head downstairs.

You leave your room and quietly make your way to the kitchen, checking to see if the bar is empty along the way. Despite how quiet the base is today, you’re definitely not alone, as your eyes catch a glimpse of Shigaraki and Mr.Compress conversing together in the bar. Looks like your escape route is guarded again, not that you’d have any way out anyways. You expected as much, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less disappointing. Still, you have to hold onto hope that someday they will slip up, either by allowing you enough time to attempt at picking the lock, or being stupid enough to leave a key behind. You’re not sure how likely that is though, given how most of them warp in rather than using the front door anyways.

You move on from the bar and onto the kitchen. The cupboards are surprisingly well-stocked, despite Shigaraki seemingly not generating much income. Villainy doesn’t normally pay the bills very well, after all. You wonder if there’s a mysterious benefactor helping the LOV behind the scenes. Whatever the case is, you certainly don’t mind if it means you get to eat. You fix yourself a quick breakfast and eat in peace, feeling partially amazed by just how mundane your day is going so far. This has to be the most boring day you’ve experienced in captivity.

You’re premature in your thoughts as the semblance of tranquility is shattered by a commotion in the other room. Judging by the voices, it seems the others are back from their mission. When there’s a mission, there are usually injuries too. You wash your empty bowl in the sink and head to your room, figuring that they’ll be looking for you there. As you head to the stairs, you meet Dabi in the halls.

“I’m assuming you’re back from some sort of mission?” You ask him.

“Yep,” he confirms.

“Any injuries?”

“Not this time, it was just recon work.”

“Looks like your staples got snagged though,” you point out. His fingers shoot to his face, touching the area and then feeling the blood stain his fingers. “It looks like they’ll need to be replaced.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” He agrees. “Didn’t you mention once that you had some?”

“They’re in the first aid kit,” you verify.

“You mind bringing them over to my room?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You leave to fetch the necessary medical supplies, digging through what you have in your kit. Although he didn’t outright request it, you grab disinfectant, gauze, and a medical stapler. You never really paid it much mind, but through your sifting, you notice he gave you equipment that goes well beyond amateur first aid. There are even suturing tools and nylon threads. But conveniently, nothing you could use to your advantage.

‘Where does Shigaraki even get all this stuff,’ you wonder. It’s weird, you think, how Shigaraki managed to get his hands on professional medical equipment. You think back to those sets of locked doors and the hospital-like smell you saw, once before. There’s gotta be something weird behind those doors, to warrant Shigaraki’s secrecy and for him to have all these medical supplies.

Not wanting to keep Dabi waiting any longer, you shake the thoughts from your head and scoop up the necessary supplies. You head over to Dabi’s room and knock on the door. He calls for you to come in and you oblige, opening the door and shutting it behind you. You realize just how different his room looks in the light, as when you helped him to his room that night, everything was shrouded in darkness. You’re able to see just how bare his room is. There’s not many personal belongings in his room. In fact, his room isn’t much different than what yours looked like when you first arrived. Though, there is one thing he added.

You didn’t notice that one night, but there’s a mirror on his dresser, likely for this very reason. He leans over and looks into his reflection, eyes focusing on the bent staples. Unceremoniously, he yanks out the staples and then holds the area together with his free hand. You can’t help but stare at the scene, mouth agape. It’s no wonder Shigaraki wanted a healer, this man is incredibly wreckless with his personal health.

“You should really disinfect that first,” you chide.

He shrugs. “Kinda hard to do with just one hand, I’ll pass.”

You sigh and twist off the cap from the disinfectant, pouring it onto a gauze. Looks like you’ll just have to take it upon yourself to clean the wound. You sidle up to him and snake your arm in between his. Your hand replaces his and supports his cheek. He lets you take over and watches your movements through the mirror as you dab the area with the gauze.

“There, that should do it. Can you hold this again for me? I’ll get the stapler,” you request. Your hand brushes his as he holds himself together once more. You retract from his space, walking over to toss the sullied gauze into the trash before retrieving the stapler. It’s when you go to approach him again that nervousness starts to settle in your mind. Wait, how the fuck do you do this? You’ve never really done this before. Inserting staples is where your medical knowledge tapers off. He seems to notice your uncertainty, as he motions for you to hand over the staples. You oblige, feeling a bit relieved. Inserting staples is not something you’re entirely familiar with. Given the state of his body, he’s much more accustomed to it than you are. He uses the stapler and rejoins the flesh without a wince.

“Do you have any burns today?” You ask. He shakes his head.

“No, I didn’t use my quirk,” he explains. “Wouldn’t mind you taking care of this, though.” He gestures to the scar underneath his eye, the same one that just got the staples replaced.

“Yeah, sure thing,” you agree. You figured he might ask such a thing, it seemed painful.

“You’re always standing when we do this. Here, sit,” he encourages, tapping on his desk nearby. You suppose he’s right, but you wonder what warranted such thoughts. You’d hate for this to be the case, but you wonder if it has anything to do with your fainting yesterday. With no other place to sit except his bed, you acquiesce to his request and hop onto the desk. He stands in front of you and you notice it’s a bit hard to reach his face without bending forward awkwardly, on account of your thighs getting in the way. You part your thighs to make it easier, allowing him the space to come closer.

His hands are splayed on either side of your thighs, bearing some of his weight as he leans down to your level. You try to focus on the task at hand, attempting to avoid thinking too deeply on how his hips feel in between your thighs. It’s proving to be a hard task. You try to steady your breath before your hand touches his face, beginning the healing process on the skin.

His warm fingers deftly brush against the skin of your thighs. The featherlight contact pulls a slight shudder and quiet gasp out of you. He must notice this as he lets out a light-hearted, airy chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re cold already,” he teases. Your skin erupts into goosebumps, obviously felt under Dabi’s fingers. His voice takes on a more husky tone when he speaks again, “Do I have to warm you up so soon?”

You’re not sure if he means to, but his words seem flirtatious. The implication makes you even more flustered. You clear your throat before speaking, trying to cover up your obvious nervousness. “N-no, I’m fine. Just a random shiver is all.”

You internally cringe at your own stuttering. It’s obvious he’s picked up on it. Dabi hums in response, eyes narrowing slightly in disbelief. “If you say so.” Heat rises in your cheeks. You huff out of frustrated embarrassment. He wasn’t entirely certain before, but judging from how you don’t recoil at his touch and how flustered it makes you, he’s confident in what he heard at the door now. Magne was right. You are attracted to him, you just don’t know the feeling is mutual.

Truthfully, he’s not sure what to do with this knowledge. This is uncharted territory for him. All he’s been focused on is his grandiose plan to ruin Endeavor. Fawning over someone was pointless and distracting. Besides, after what happened to his body, he thought his appearance was too unsightly anyways. It was better for him to abandon the idea altogether, lest he gets rejected and tossed aside all over again. But after hearing you don’t think he’s repulsive, what the fuck is he supposed to do now? It’s not like he learned what to do from his father. He knows he feels attraction towards you, though. Until he figures out the rest, he’s content with sneaking touches and stealing glances. The rush you give him is just too addictive to pass up.

“Th-there, that should do it,” you shakily say. He hums in acknowledgement. Your eyes meet his, only to notice that he’s much closer to your face and looking at your lips with narrowed eyes.

“W-what are you doing?” You ask, nervousness clear in your voice.

“Your lips turned blue last time, just doing my part to make sure you don’t fall on me again,” he replies.

“And are they blue now?” His hand cups your jaw and his thumb just barely grazes your bottom lip. Your heart begins to quicken at the gesture.

“No,” he answers. “Looks perfect to me.” He makes eye contact with you and you can’t suppress the way your mind hangs onto those words.

He’s inches away from your face, close enough to see every detail of your face. His eyes momentarily dart to your lips, an action you don’t miss. You swallow, feeling the butterflies swarming in your stomach. It’s your turn to glance at his lips. You can’t help but wonder how his lips would feel against yours. When your gaze meets his, you feel your breath hitch upon realizing he was watching you. His pupils are dilated and his eyes are lidded. To him, yours look the same.

His heart is thumping in his chest, much like yours is. The feelings between you two are wordlessly understood, demonstrated by how you’re both locked in place, frozen within this moment in time, as the tension crescendoes at an all-time high. Your resolve crumbles as you wish for the dam to finally break. He is the forbidden fruit, and consequences be damned, you want a taste. He seems to lean in closer, his breath fanning your lips. Instinctively, yours part. His eyes flutter closed and you do the same. The moment is rudely interrupted as a voice calls from the door.

“Dabi, y/n, the two of you are needed downstairs,” Kurogiri formally informs. Your eyes immediately snap open. To say his voice startled you is an understatement. You’re thankful Dabi’s door is still shut, at least. Kurogiri is not the worst person to discover the two of you like this, but you’d much rather not be discovered at all.

Dabi lets his forehead fall against yours and begrudgingly opens his eyes, gazing at you with a soft expression you’ve never quite seen on him. He seems to hesitate before pulling away from you, battling the desire to just kiss you quickly. He locks eyes with you one more time and lets out a sigh, one that is mixed with disappointment and frustration. His fingers card through his hair, an attempt to soothe the tension he feels. He parts his lips to speak and tiredly drawls,“Alright, we’ll be right there.”

You slide off of the table and the two of you walk together downstairs, neither of you mentioning that close moment. Everyone appears to be gathered in the bar, with Shigaraki standing near the door next to an unfamiliar person. The stranger has a hulking figure, with large, rippling muscles over his entire body. He appears to have an artificial eye on the side of his face marled with a deep, large scar. The eye is unlike anything you’ve seen before, as it exposes some of the ocular muscles and does not aim to look very natural.

The rest of the LOV is waiting for an explanation as to why this stranger is in the bar, seemingly approved by Shigaraki. Dabi and you stand tucked in the back of the crowd, behind Toga and Magne. Toga glances over her shoulder, catching sight of you and Dabi. She gives you a Cheshire Cat grin. “What took you two so long?” Toga teases in a hushed whisper.

“Healing stuff, you know, the usual,” you offer in explanation. Your voice must not sound confident, as she seemingly picks up on your lie.

“Right, sure,” she giggles, knowingly. You’re thankful Shigaraki begins to speak, interrupting that interaction and saving you from more embarrassment.

“This is Muscular, he will be accompanying you all on the mission tomorrow. Get your introductions out of the way now, I don’t wanna hear you were all too busy chatting to pull off the mission,” Shigaraki commands. “Talk about your quirks or something, you need to know how to use each other to our advantage.”

“Does this include me?” You worryingly ask Dabi.

“No, this doesn’t involve you. You and Shigaraki are staying behind,” he assures. You sigh in relief.

Shigaraki leaves his place next to Muscular and takes a seat on the bar, barking at Kurogiri to make him a drink, the action silently encouraging the others to get on with their introductions. Toga takes the initiative to approach Muscular first and bounces over to him. She seems excited to meet new people, and therefore Muscular, despite the unspoken nervousness that seems to build in the room.

“Hi, I’m Toga!”

“Your quirk, what is it?” he interrogates, seemingly completely uninterested in the casual small talk Toga was attempting to initiate. She pouts at his disinterest. It’s hard to hear where you are in the bar, but you swear you hear her mutter a ‘so rude’ under her breath.

“I can become someone else if I drink their blood. The more blood I drink, the longer I can look like them,” she explains. Her voice has lost her usual enthusiasm, replaced with a cordial but curt tone.

“Does that mean you can take on other people’s quirks?”

“No, I can just look like them or sound like them.”

“What happens when your timer runs out?”

“The facade melts off and leaves behind this gross clay,” she answers, grimacing at just the thought. This gives you more information about her quirk, something that you file in the back of your mind for later. The rest of the introductions go by as you hang back in the crowd with Dabi. Even Dabi seems slightly put off by Muscular, as he’s not in a hurry to approach him. Muscular ends up walking to Dabi, the crowd parting as he does so. Looks like the feeling is mutual amongst the rest of the LOV.

“Dabi, I take it?” Muscular asks. Dabi answers a very unenthusiastic ‘yeah’ in response. To others, it sounds like his usual apathetic attitude, but somehow, you’re able to distinguish the difference. “So you’re the guy leading the mission.”

“That’s right,” he answers. Muscular hums in acknowledgment, before his eyes meet yours.

“Oh? And who is this pretty little thing? She looks too weak and sweet to be a villain, is this your pet or something?” The hulking man asks. You don’t like the way he’s looking at you or the questions he’s asking. You take a few steps back, hoping increasing the distance between the two of you would offer you some comfort. He must notice your attempt at backing away as he says,“Aw, don’t like me? That’s too bad. Not like that’s ever stopped me before though.”

He licks his teeth and you tremble on the spot. This guy is fucking creepy and dangerous. Everyone else seems to notice your discomfort and the female members mirror it. Toga and Magne shift uncomfortably and tense up. Dabi shoots the man an annoyed glare, subtly slotting himself in the space between you and Muscular.

“She doesn’t concern you,” Dabi coldly states. He diverts the conversation with an assertive tone. “Let’s go over the plan since we all know each other now, yeah? Everyone’s got their role in this mission. We can’t afford anyone screwing it up.” You take the opening as your cue to leave, and flee upstairs. On your way up, you glance at Shigaraki, trying to gauge his reaction to ensure you’re permitted to leave. He uses the hand not wrapped around his glass to wave you off, silently allowing you to bolt.

Meanwhile while you’re upstairs, Dabi is going over the plan. He’s rather short with everyone. Dabi’s body temperature is rising, his skin slightly steaming. Truthfully, he’s fucking pissed at Muscular for that little stunt he pulled. Who does he think he is? He’s unaware of the obvious: he’s pissed because Muscular threatened you specifically. It’d be a cold day in hell before he lets someone hurt you, especially like that.

Muscular continues to test Dabi’s patience, as he interrupts the discussion to ask, “So what quirk does that pretty little thing upstairs have?”

“She can heal people with her skin!” Twice gleefully answers. His tone shifts to a more whiny tone to seemingly chide himself for revealing your quirk. “Don’t tell him that!” The answer seems to satisfy Muscular, as he doesn’t interrupt the plan again, allowing Dabi to give careful instructions and cool off. After all the information is laid out, Shigaraki beckons Dabi to come over.

“Dabi, Kurogiri has just informed me that my Master intends to loan us a Nomu for this mission,” Shigaraki states.

“A Nomu? That’s one of those artificial soldiers you mentioned once before, isn’t it?” Dabi asks, with interest. Shigaraki confirms, before divulging in more details.

“They’re trained to only respond to their commander. We’re setting it up to only take orders from you,” Shigaraki starts. He begins to go into detail about the quirks it has been fitted with and all of its resistances. Dabi glances over during his conversation with Shigaraki only to find Muscular is nowhere to be seen. There’s a pit forming in his stomach at the realization.

“Give me a minute, I gotta go check something,” Dabi interrupts. Without even waiting for Shigaraki to respond, he heads off in the direction of the stairs.

“Come back here, we weren’t done,” Shigaraki complains.

“Fuck off, it’ll only take a second. It’s not like the plan is happening anytime soon.” Shigaraki huffs in response, grumbling under his breath and beginning to scratch at his own neck in palpable annoyance. Dabi heads up the stairs, searching for Muscular and you. His ears are able to pick up on a conversation, instantly focusing in on your voice.

“Oh, um, sorry. I just healed someone else,” you meekly say, your apparent fear masked under the guise of politeness.

“What’s that got to do with it?” Muscular asks with annoyance.

“If I heal too much, my hands get cold enough for frostbite to set in.”

“Oh? But isn’t your quirk healing skin?”

“What’s your point?” Your tone is much more guarded, steeling yourself for what comes next. You don’t like where this conversation is headed.

“I’m just saying it doesn’t have to be your hands. Just take off your clothes. I’d warm you right up, baby,” he purrs. You feel nauseous at his implication as pure fear seeps into your body.

He’s making you really uncomfortable. This is one of the first times since your capture you’ve been genuinely worried for your safety. Shigaraki was intimidating when you first met him, but all it took to avoid his wrath was cooperation. But Shigaraki didn’t ever stoop this low with you, nor did anyone else. You’re surrounded by villains but this man seems like a true monster.

Your pulse races as more anxiety rises within you. The large man inches closer into your space, slowly cornering you against the wall. You frantically weigh your options. Do you risk shouting for help and hoping you’re saved? Or are you going to screw your eyes shut and cope with what comes next? You really wish you kept that knife on you. Hiding it was a safe bet, but you could really use that advantage right now.

“What are you still doing here?” You hear a familiar voice interject. Muscular turns his body to face the source, allowing you to see Dabi.

If looks could kill, Muscular would probably be dead ten times over. Dabi’s expression even rattles you to your core, despite not even being the intended recipient. There’s this oppressing aura of intimidation surrounding him, only furthered by the cold and unhinged look in his eyes. You realize this must be what his enemies see. This is why many people fear him, but not you.

“Just wanted to meet the healer you’ve been hiding from me. Is there something wrong with wanting to get to know everyone before the mission?”

“There’s no need, she won’t be going.”

“What a waste,” Muscular criticizes. He directs his next words to you, “Maybe next time.” With that, Muscular withdraws from your space and starts down the hall, glancing over his shoulder at you before he descends the stairs. Dabi’s eyes watch him as he leaves, not even risking taking his eyes off until Muscular is out of sight. Afterwards, he looks to you, noticing your very apparent scared state.

“Are you okay?” He finally asks, his voice much softer towards you. “Did he do anything?”

“Besides say some gross things? No, he didn’t get the chance to act on it,” you answer. Dabi’s brows are still furrowed out of concern for you and annoyance at Muscular.

“He doesn’t know which room is yours, so you can hide in there. I’ll let you know when he leaves,” he instructs. You nod and don’t hesitate to hide. You’re grateful for Dabi’s interruption. Imagining what would have happened to you had Dabi not intervened only serves to further rattle your nerves. You sit on your bed, tucking your knees against your chest and renaming as quiet as possible, so as to keep Muscular from figuring out where you are should he attempt to look for you. The silence in your room helps you come back down from anxiety and back to reality, though you can never fully relax, as your ears still pick up on what you think is Muscular’s voice downstairs. In an attempt to drown out his voice, you cover your ears with your pillow. It helps some, as a lot of the sounds downstairs are muffled by the cotton in your pillow. You let out some deep breaths, finally slowing your beating heart back down to a normal level.

You’re not sure how much time has passed when you hear a knock on your door. Your steps are cautious and slow as you head to the door, carefully opening it and peering through the sliver of space to see who it is. You’re met with a wave of relief to see familiar purple scars and shining silver staples. You open the door wider, feeling safer not seeing Muscular. Dabi notices the difference in your demeanor and obvious tension leaving your body. It’s strange, he thinks, that someone could be relieved to see him. He doesn’t quite understand why the thought makes him want to grin.

“Happy to see me?” He jokes with a smirk before sauntering in. It’s almost criminal how attractive he looks with his signature smirk. “You can relax, you know, he won’t be staying around here before the mission.”

“Oh thank god. I don’t like that guy,” you admit. He chuckles at your honesty.

“I don’t either, but he is strong. We could use him, even if he’s stupid and rash. In any case, he’d make a great pawn.”

“So he’s not going to be a permanent member?”

“I doubt it, he lacks real ambition. He’s probably just itching for a fight is all. I bet he’ll fuck off after the mission once he realizes we’re not constantly starting meaningless chaos,” he denounces, smirking while shit-talking about Muscular. It brings you some comfort to know that Dabi is both on your side and shares your distaste for Muscular. His expression turns a bit more serious and he adds, “I doubt he’ll be around you again, but for what it’s worth, I won’t let him try anything. If he tries anything, scream, and I’ll be there. I don’t care if Shigaraki needs him or not, I’ll fucking burn him.”

Normally, you’d be socially obligated to admonish someone for saying they’d murder another person. But, in this case, you’re making an exception. “Thank you, Dabi,” you show gratitude. You give him a soft smile, before attempting a lighthearted joke, “I promise I’ll give him my best girl-in-a-horror-movie shriek.”

“Atta girl,” he praises and laughs. The two of you part ways for the night afterwards, leaving you to get some much needed rest after the rollercoaster that was your day. Falling asleep isn’t as difficult as you feared it would be. You drift off to sleep, knowing that Dabi has your back.

The next couple of days pass by relatively quietly, at least, for the league’s standards. They seem to be gearing up for the upcoming outing, as everyone minus Shigaraki and Kurogiri leave one night. When they arrive, you notice that they’re now fitted with new equipment. Toga carries this backpack with clear tubes on her persons, and you’re able to notice the tubes connect to a rather large syringe. Magne now has a huge rectangular metal beam, one end colored in red while the opposite is blue. It’s a magnet, you realize. Dabi even received something new, as he’s wearing new clothes. His new jacket is black with silver cuffs at the half sleeves. There’s a stitching motif around the collar and along the split tails of his coat.

You really hate how your first thought is how good he looks in it. It seems like their little mission was nothing more than a supply run, hence the lack of injuries on Dabi. Truly, you’re thankful for it, in more ways than one. With the way you’re feeling about him, you’re sure that any close encounter would result in you finishing what you started on that damn table.

The day comes and goes. Night falling without any more commotion or contact with Dabi. It’s not until the next day that this pattern changes. There’s a knock on your door. Just like the last time, you slowly open the door, checking to see who it is. With no sign of Muscular, you swing open the door, allowing Dabi to step in. You expect him to take his seat on your bed like usual, only he doesn’t, and instead stands in front of you. You’re about to part your lips to ask what he needs, but he speaks first, answering your question.

“We’re about to leave for the rendezvous point,” he informs. Neither Dabi nor the others usually let you know when they’re about to run off to do one of their missions. The fact he’s even letting you know makes you think that this one is significant, far more important or dangerous than anything they’ve done before. Thinking about what could happen makes you a bit nervous.

“Do you think there’s going to be a lot of injuries?” You ask, approaching the topic with a careful tone.

“If all goes well, it should be just the usual,” he answers. The ‘usual’ implies he’ll be the only one returning with the typical burns characteristic of his quirk.

“And if it doesn’t?” You counter. Dabi doesn’t answer you. The silence cements the direness of the situation.

Dabi looks at you with an intense longing you only saw a glimpse of that time you nearly kissed. He thinks about what would happen if he doesn’t get the chance to come back to you, what would happen if he got caught by the heroes. The thought causes an ache in his chest, but he won’t back down from the mission. He can’t. This is a stepping stone to his eventual goal. He’s sure that the LOV could bring him closer to his eventual target. He has to take the risk. And if he has to take this one, what’s another?

He steps closer to you and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you. The sudden gesture takes you by surprise, but you don’t stiffen out of discomfort. Rather, you seem to relax in his hold and almost lean into his touch. Still, you can’t help but acknowledge this seems out of character for him.

“What’s gotten into you? Is everything okay?” The worry is clear in your voice.

“I just… wanted to do this before I go,” he explains. His voice is quiet and unsure, something you interpret as a result of his unfamiliarity with affection. Against your better judgement, you find yourself reciprocating, wrapping your arms around him.

“Well you’re coming back, aren’t you?” you ask, your voice partially muffled by his jacket. He doesn’t respond immediately. The two of you reluctantly part but still hover in each other’s space. You look up at him, making eye contact. There’s this look in his eyes that you can’t quite place. He seems far away from you, despite being close enough to touch.

“Yeah,” he answers. Somehow, you can tell he’s not entirely confident in his answer. Your stomach twists upon noticing, and you can’t help but feel a bit saddened to think of him disappearing on you. You’re beginning to question your sanity. Is Stockholm finally setting in? How are you going to feel about him when you finally escape? Will these feelings you have for him make you never wish to leave? He exits your room with great hesitation, leaving you to stand there in silence, reflecting on your burning questions.

After a few minutes, you hear Shigaraki calling for you downstairs. You close your eyes and breathe in, steeling yourself for the incoming interaction with Shigaraki, before releasing your breath and heading downstairs. When you arrive in the bar, you find everyone has their equipment packed and are clustered in the open area of the floor. You cringe when you see Muscular in the far corner, but Shigaraki waves you over, unintentionally saving you from appearing available for conversation to Muscular. You approach Shigaraki, feeling a bit confused as to why you were requested here.

“I thought I wasn’t going?” You question, your voice raising towards the end in uncertainty. Shigaraki scoffs in annoyance.

“You’re not,” Shigaraki retorts.

“But… then why did you…?” You trail off, referencing why he called for your presence downstairs.

“I’m not dumb enough to let you wander around on your own. You’re staying down here so Kurogiri and I can babysit you,” Shigaraki patronizes. You make it a point to not let Shigaraki’s words get to you anymore, considering he talks that way to literally everyone.

“Invest in a nanny if it bothers you that much,” you grumble under your breath, before taking a seat in one of the bar booths. You rest your elbows against the table and place your chin in the palm of your hand, with an uninterested expression. With nothing else to look at, your eyes wander the crowd. Your subconscious takes the reigns and your eyes travel over to Dabi. He seems to have a determined expression on his face as he speaks with Twice. You wonder what drives him, what motivates him to do the things he does, how he continues to use his quirk despite how it hurts him. He’s never revealed much to you, or really anybody, what goal he’s working towards. It both fascinates you and terrifies you. Some part of you admires it, even, how he’s so driven that his own self destruction won’t stop him.

You must have been staring and lost in thought for too long, as his gaze snaps to you. Your surroundings fade into the background and you feel frozen in place. The moment is interrupted as Kurogiri summons a warp gate in the corner of the room, the two of you diverting your gazes to the strange purple portal. Everyone files in, one by one, and slowly becomes enveloped into the gateway, transporting them to a location completely unknown to you. Dabi is the last to file in. He glances over his shoulder to look back to you. His eyes stay locked onto yours, his bright eyes partially shrouded behind the mist, all the way up until he disappears in the violet haze. You find yourself asking a million questions about their plans. Just what does Shigaraki have in store for them? What’s so dangerous about this mission? What does the league of villains hope to accomplish?

A few hours trudge by painfully. You’ve spent this entire time counting; counting how many times Kurogiri seems to polish the same spot on the bar, how many unopened bottles of expensive liquor are collecting dust on the shelves, how many scuff marks tarnish the shine of the wooden floor… The point is, there’s only so many things in the room. You’re painfully bored and running out of novel ways to entertain yourself.

Meanwhile, Shigaraki spends his time playing on his Switch, carefully holding it with his pinkies raised up. It seems inconvenient, you think, to have to constantly be mindful of disintegrating everything you touch. You wonder just how many gaming consoles he’s gone through, how many he’s accidentally dusted with his quirk. Though, based on how heated he gets over his games, you wager that a lot of those instances may be more on purpose than on accident.

Speaking of which, it seems like he’s reached a tough part of the game, as he groans at the sight of the flashing ‘Game Over’ graphic (which is his third time seeing the words, and yes, you’ve been counting that too). The gaming console is tossed aside. Shigaraki checks his phone and repeatedly taps his finger onto the bartop. You can deduce that he’s feeling impatient and waiting on something based on his mannerisms. Your ears strain to hear how he mutters in annoyance, mumbling about how everyone sucks at giving him updates. You can only presume he’s referring to the mission. Your boredom emboldens you, as you find yourself starting a conversation with Shigaraki while his attention is not grabbed by his handheld console. There’s always been one very obscure thing you’ve wanted to ask him. Now’s your chance to have this stupid curiosity settled.

“I have a question,” you say.

“It better not be about the mission,” he deadpans.

“It’s not,” you assure. He seems to relax a bit, until you add, “My question is much worse.”

“I swear to god, if you ask about-” he starts to rant, before you cut him off.

“Do you ever wash your hand mask?” You gesture to your face, referencing the hand he always wears there. It’s obvious he’s taken off guard, even with his face being partially obscured by the covering. There’s a very tense silence. You interrupt the quietness, “So… I’ll take that as a no…”

“It’s a taxidermy,” he finally replies, no longer stunned by your unexpected question.

Well, that certainly explains why.

It’s your turn to remain silent.

“Oh,” is the most you’re able to muster. This situation makes you miss talking to Dabi, Toga, or Magne already, and it’s only been a couple hours. He notices you picking at your nails, something he sees as you trying to entertain yourself.

“Are you bored?” He asks.

“No, not at all. I love sitting here in silence. It’s riveting, really. You should try it,” you answer sarcastically. He sighs and you notice him scratching at his neck, probably agitated by your sarcasm.

“Here’s the remote, entertain yourself and stop bothering me,” he orders, holding up the remote before tossing it at you. You manage to grab it before it either hits you or falls on the ground.

“Don’t mind if I do,” you beam. He places his phone on the counter, screen down, and resumes playing on his Switch. You spend the rest of the night lounging around, enjoying the free access to the league’s tv without the other members vying for control of the channels. Against your better judgment, you flip to the news, curious as to what’s going on in the world. You feel a bit disappointed not seeing anything about your disappearance on the news. The lack of coverage makes you wonder if anyone even noticed your absence at all. You try not to let it get to you and choose to busy yourself by watching increasingly odd gameshows. It helps a bit, as the bizarre tasks the contestants are forced to participate in gives you something else to think about.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, and you’re about to doze off, until you’re startled awake. Kurogiri summons a portal, and out pours the rest of the league. You eyes quickly scan all the bodies, taking inventory of everyone. There’s Toga, Magne, Twice, Dabi, Spinner, and Compress. Muscular and a few of the other strangers are gone. What happened to them?

“The target?” Shigaraki interrogates.

“Handled by your’s truly,” Compress ensures, with a grandiose flourish. His stagelike mannerisms are showing.

“Toga, how much blood did you get?” Shigaraki adresses next. She holds up the syringe attached to a pump, the same gear you see her leave with. The amount in the vial is remarkably small, with barely any blood present.

“One person’s!” She cheerily answers. Shigaraki lets out a sigh that can only be described as a frustrated huff.

“It’ll have to do,” he settles. “Whoever’s injured should go get healed first. We’ll talk about the rest of the plan afterwards.”

Dabi saunters over to you, accompanied by Compress following behind. Compress seems to be clutching his own shoulder, making you worry that a much more serious injury underneath his jacket. Your eyes scan over Dabi, not noticing any blaring signs of other wounds, apart from the usual burns on his hands and arms. Maybe you were worrying over him for nothing after all.

“What sort of injuries am I working with?” You ask the two of them.

“Compress ate shit and got slammed to the ground. There’s gotta be some bruising. If not to his body, then his ego,” Dabi snickers. “Nothing out of the ordinary for me, though.”

“Oh come off it!” Compress groans. “I’ll have you know I took that tussle with grace.”

“In that case, I’ll start with Compress,” you decide, interjecting their bantering. You rise from your seat in the booth and motion for Compress to sit. You crack your knuckles before instructing, “You’ll need to remove your coat, I can’t heal through fabric.”

Compress sheds his mustard colored coat, revealing an orange button down shirt underneath a black buttoned vest. You can’t but wonder why this man wears so many fucking layers of clothing. The sheer amount of buttons he has to undo makes the process a little awkward, as you’re left standing there, wringing your hands. After a moment or two, his torso is now bare to you. You can see blooms of purples and blues across his chest, no doubt from the impact. Your hands touch the bruises and your quirk activates. Dabi can’t help but grit his teeth at the sight and hover by your side.

“Your hands are so cold. Will you be alright? I heard you can get frostbite like this,” he asks with a shuddering voice. Your hands move over to the last cluster of bruising on his chest, leaving behind even, porcelain skin in it’s wake.

“Don’t worry about it, Dabi will warm me up,” you dismiss. There’s a sharp silence as you realize the accidental innuendo of your word choice. To your dismay, Compress picks up on it.

“Oh will he now?” If he wasn’t wearing a mask, you’re sure you’d see his eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that! He has a fire quirk, he can heat up his hands for Christ’s sake. Get your mind out of the gutter,” you defend. With no more bruises left, you cross your arms and huff. “And to think I took you for a gentleman, Compress.”

“Pardon the crude implication, but your words made it easy to assume,” he feigns an apology through strained snickers. He rebuttons his clothes and shrugs into his topcoat, smoothing over the wrinkles with his hands. Compress rises from his seat in the booth. You expect him to run off, but he stands in front of you, and asks, “Would you forgive me if I showed you a magic trick?”

“If it’s a good one, I’ll consider it,” you bargain.

With a sleight of hand, he presents to you a white azalea. “For your services,” he offers. You pluck the flower from his hand and twirl the stem between your fingers. “Harvested fresh from the Nagano forest.”

“Hm… I suppose I’ll forgive you, just this once,” you offer, bringing the flower to your lips. Your gaze turns to Dabi as you address him next, “Lemme just set this down and I’ll heal you next, Dabi.”

You turn to place the flower on the table, but the plant is stolen from your fingers, the motion expertly performed with the skill of a thief. You’re about to protest when Dabi tucks the azalea behind your ear, a gesture you weren’t anticipating, especially given how public this display of affection is. You’re too busy glancing at the crowd, searching for any signs of the others acknowledging what happened, that you fail to notice the side eye Dabi gives Compress.

“I was worried you were gonna take it from me for a minute there,” you mumble while fiddling with your hands.

“Nah, looks better on you than it would me,” he contends. He slides into the booth and presents you with his hands. “Now, you ready to do this or are you too cold?” You shake your head and clasp your hands around his, firing up your quirk.

“It’s good to see you’re not too hurt,” you mention.

“Yeah, the mission went well,” he explains.

“Really, is that so?” you respond. You’re doubtful it truly went well, considering how there’s less members than what they left with. Not wanting to outright ask about what happened, lest you learn of abhorrent details, you decide on a more subtle approach. “It’s just… I notice there’s some people missing, is all,” you carefully mention, almost in a whisper.

“Not the important ones. You trying to say you miss Muscular?” Dabi jokes.

“God no, I’m glad he’s not here,” you’re quick to respond.

“Besides, we caught a UA brat and the boss will convert him to our side. The kid will replace the others, once we let him out of the marble,” Compress boasts. There’s a sharp silence that takes over you upon hearing so and you halt all your moments. They kidnapped another person? What seems to be a child, at that?

The look of disappointment that flashes on your face is something Dabi won’t ever forget. You seem to wilt at the information, contrasting the still-fresh flower tucked in your hair. “I see,” you murmur.

They really put the kid in kidnapping, didn’t they?

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give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

chapter seven: i swear that i would pull you from the tide

rise of the tmnt pairing: leoichi (leonardo / usagi yuichi) word count: 3k title borrowed from line without a hook by ricky montgomery post-movie

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Yuichi is pissed off.

It’s been most of a week since the incident at the farmhouse, and Leonardo hasn’t answered a single text.

At first, it was alarming. Yuichi’s brain went running in circles around it. Was he okay? Was he in a position where he couldn’t reply? Maybe that flashback had set back his recovery. Maybe Yuichi was the worst person in the entire universe for allowing it to happen.

Then at work Sunita told him she’d been to the lair recently and that Leonardo seemed fine. A little subdued, but not so much so that he couldn’t partake in her surprise birthday party.

Which told Yuichi two things: one, that he’d missed Sunita’s birthday, which he was going to remedy at their favorite boba place in the near future. And two, that Leonardo was avoiding him.

The absolute nerve of that guy!

First, he completely vanishes from the Hidden City after a horrifying invasion of the mortal world and leaves Yuichi wondering what the hell happened to him. Then he returns and unceremoniously takes up every single available square inch of space in Yuichi’s brain and heart, and soul, probably. And now he thinks he can just? Disappear again? And let Yuichi waste his days wondering about him again??

Well, he can go to hell.

Usagi: Hey so

Usagi: I understand that this is a difficult time for your family. And I want to be respectful of that.

Usagi: But Leonardo’s my friend and I need to see him and I am 100% willing to just walk through every tunnel in the NYC underground until I find his house.

Usagi: Or buy a spell from Witch Town to find him for me. I’m not actually allowed to go there but I will.

Yuichi is braced for a fight, or an argument at the very least. He’s pretty sure Leonardo’s family doesn’t like him very much, but he doesn’t take it personally. It really is a difficult time for them, and when he tries to imagine Botan or Sonoko in Leonardo’s position, his hackles go up immediately at the idea of some stranger waltzing in during the aftermath and taking up his precious time with them.

Still. He’s ready to do this. And he really will go to Witch Town if he has to.

But Leonardo’s sister surprises him by not only responding immediately, but enthusiastically. She even seems relieved.

April (Hamato?): oh thank GOD this boy has been driving me up the damn wall

April (Hamato?) has shared a location

April (Hamato?): here. wait topside tho the tunnels can be really confusing at first and if i let you get lost i will literally never hear the end of it for as long as i live

April (Hamato?): i’ll send angie to meet you there. when are you coming?

Usagi: Now. Thank you, April.

April (Hamato?): just get your fluffy butt down there. there’s only so much moping a girl can take

April (Hamato?): 💛

Yuichi owes her a drink. Coffee of her choice. Also, he needs her to change her contact ID.

When he pulls his bike into the sidestreet her location pin indicated and pulls his helmet off, his ears swivel immediately toward a shadowed corner of the alley, so he turns his head in that direction, too.

“Oh, wow,” a vaguely familiar voice says, “you sussed me out that fast?”

The youngest Hamato comes slinking soundlessly out of the dark, all his bright colors incongruent with the way he can seemingly disappear into thin air at free will. His arms are bandaged up to the elbows, crisp white gauze where the stark black wrappings usually sit.

Michelangelo smiles and offers a little wave, approaching at an energetic trot. He’s tiny, but his personality is huge. It’s better suited someone six times his size. Somehow, Yuichi is more intimidated by him than anyone else in Leonardo’s family.

And he’s clearly holding back from him. Even this lively greeting is restrained compared to his usual demeanor, when Yuichi would watch him clown with his brothers at Run of the Mill.

“Hi, Usagi!” Michelangelo says cheerfully enough. “April told me you needed an escort.”

“Thank you,” Yuichi replies carefully.

“She said you weren’t mad about the robot,” Michelangelo goes on. His tone is still bright, but doggedly so, like he’s doing his damnedest to be nice but he’s also ready to drop the act at a moment’s notice and square up. “Is that true? You’re not allowed to come if you’re mad.”

That’s surprising enough that Yuichi blurts, “What? Of course not. If anything, Leonardo should be mad at me.” He plucks at the strap of his helmet, mouth twisting. “I wanted him to have a good day and it turned out horrible.”

Michelangelo stares up at him for what feels like a short eternity. Then he piles forward without warning for a hug. Whatever happened to his arms, they’re still strong enough that they feel like iron bands wrapped around Yuichi’s middle.

Yuichi lets out an involuntary “oof” and stands there stupidly for a second. People aren’t exactly lining up to hug him, given how unapproachable he comes off as. But Yuichi has plenty of practice with his little cousins, and Kitsune when she’s drunk, and Michelangelo is completely little-brother-shaped in a disarming way.

So he tosses his helmet to the ground and lets his arms rest around the top of Michelangelo’s carapace. It feels strange for a second, and then that second passes.

“He likes you so much,” Michelangelo muffles against Yuichi’s shirt. “I’m glad you’re nice.”

Yuichi wants to say He likes me?? but he ignores the dangerous impulse because if he actually asked that he would have no choice but to flee the country. Instead, he says, “‘Nice’?” because that’s equally as baffling.

The spotted turtle leans back to look up at him. His eyes are a little shiny, but his smile is back in full-force. “Yeah, the kind of nice that actually matters. Anyway, come on! Let’s go! We didn’t tell Leon you were coming. That’s what he gets for trying to self-sabotage.”

Yuichi admits, “I am a little mad about that.”

“Ugh, dude, tell me about it! I was like two hours away from staging an intervention.” Those bright brown eyes dart past him to his bike. “Hey, let’s take your bike. I can show you were the garage entrance is, so you don’t have to leave it up here.”

Deciding the best thing he can do in this whirlwind is just hang on for the ride, Yuichi smiles back. “That’d be great, thanks.”

“Can I drive?” Michelangelo asks innocently.

Yuichi squints at him. “No.”

It takes all of three minutes for Michelangelo to wear him down. Yuichi resigns himself to the passenger seat and decides Leonardo actually wasn’t exaggerating about those baby brother privileges.

By the time they get to the repurposed subway station that seems to serve as the Hamato clan’s home, Yuichi is hopelessly lost somewhere in the Manhattan underground. Michelangelo did his best to point out helpful markers, but it will definitely take a few trips before Yuichi is at all comfortable managing the route on his own.

“This way, this way,” Michelangelo says eagerly. “He’s probably still in his room. He won’t come out unless Raph, like, physically carries him out.”

So—moping, according to April, and holed up, according to Michelangelo. It sounds like exactly the same way Yuichi has been spending the last several days, minus the interludes of forced productivity at work.

On one hand, Yuichi is sort of inappropriately relieved he’s not the only miserable party here. On the other hand, Leonardo is miserable over something he had absolutely no control over, something that was in no conceivable way his fault. That’s nothing to feel relieved about.

Michelangelo leads him across the cozy, lived-in station to one of the subway cars sitting stationary on the tracks. The cars must serve as their respective bedrooms, because Michelangelo lifts a finger to his mouth in the universal gesture of be quiet, and creeps with exaggerated stealth toward the open doors.

Yuichi peeks through the long window, eager to get a glimpse of his friend’s life. There are string lights up on the walls, illuminating movie posters and colorful artwork all signed with a stylized M and a smiley. The shelves are stocked full of action figures and trophies and an even mix of medical textbooks and comic books. In one corner, propped up next to a big cabinet arcade game, sits a bright pink and blue skateboard and a battered guitar case.

Leonardo himself is on the bed, cross-legged with his back resting against the wall. There’s a human boy sitting with him. Maybe the one from the videos of the invasion, the one who fought alongside April. He’s leaning comfortably against Leonardo’s good side and holding a Switch so they both can see the screen. Leonardo is using the hand of the arm draped around the human’s shoulders to point something out.

“Shake the trees. Sometimes they drop furniture or bells. Just look out for—oops. Okay, those are wasps.”

“Sensei,” the human says, totally aggrieved.

They both look up at the same time when Michelangelo’s shadow crosses the doorway, before he makes so much as a whisper of sound. Their mannerisms are a perfect mirror of each other, which is sort of an odd thing to see in action.

Even stranger, the human goes still with surprise when he sees Yuichi. Then his whole face lights up.

“Uncle Yui!”

“Eughh boy,” Michelangelo and Leonardo say at the same time.

“Sorry, what’s happening?” Yuichi says blankly.

The human looks mortified a second later, but Leonardo tightens his arm around the boy’s shoulders and doesn’t let the silence settle into something awkward.

“Yeah, so I guess I’m a dad?” he says in a blithe tone. “Only my son is the same age as me, and from a future that no longer exists. You know how it is.”

Yuichi stares at him. This is the last thing he was expecting when he walked into the room.

“I refuse to let you distract me from why I’m here,” he finally says. “But we’re definitely circling back to—that whole situation.”

Michelangelo laughs out loud, bright and clear as a bell.

“This is Casey!” he announces. Then, as if it isn’t at all weird, or maybe because of how weird it is, he adds delightedly, “My nephew!”

Yuichi would be inclined to believe that this was just a joke the brothers were pulling, except that Casey looks earnest and genuinely happy to see him.

He’s heard stories about time gateways. Only real masters of the mystic arts can attempt those, and only with the collaboration of a Time Lord.

Casey doesn’t seem like a mystic master. He’s way too young, for starters. Yuichi wonders who opened the door to send him back. It would have had to have been someone incredible.

“Nice to meet you,” Yuichi says plainly, for lack of better thing to say.

So Leonardo’s—son??—from the future (??) knows him. And seems to think highly of him. The implications of that are doing something squirmy to Yuichi’s stomach. It’s a mostly good feeling.

“You, too,” Casey says. Since his pseudo-siblings are absolutely unwilling to let him feel embarrassed, he musters up a shy smile. “I always wondered how you and sensei met. You guys would make up a different story every time I asked.”

“Oh?” Michelangelo asks with a menacing amount of real interest.

“ANYway,” Leonardo says loudly, then unceremoniously throws the human under the bus. “Casey was just saying he was hungry. Miguel, didn’t you make him some—”

“Ohmigosh, the chocolate-banana muffins!” Michelangelo squares his shoulders and folds his arms, the playfulness bleeding from him. “Hey. Casey, when you’re hungry, you tell somebody. That was the deal.”

Leonardo interjects, “He told me, Doc. That counts.”

“Come on, Mas—Mikey.” Casey sets the Switch down and swings his legs over the side of the bed, hopping to his feet with a level of grace Yuichi doesn’t usually observe in humans. “Can you show me where they are?”

He smiles at Yuichi as he passes him, then grabs Mikey by the shoulders and carts him out of the room. He goes with a lot of unspoken trust in Yuichi’s character, like if there’s anyone Leonardo is safe with, it’s him.

The doors close behind them, and then it’s just Leonardo and Yuichi and the destroyed-farmbotto-shaped elephant in the room.

Leonardo starts to pluck anxiously at his cast. One of the glittery stickers is peeling. His golden eyes dart up, trying to read what’s on Yuichi’s mind from studying his face. Yuichi finds himself thinking, with equal parts exasperation and fondness, that he could just ask.

“I, uh,” Leonardo says, “I should—I want to apologize for the—”

“Finish that thought and I’m going to fight you,” Yuichi cuts him off plainly. “I’ve already explained this in every possible way I can think of, but I’ll try again anyway. The robot does not matter. I break them all the time and no one has ever disowned me.”

He can feel himself relenting in face of the striped turtle’s obvious discomfort. He takes a few steps into the room and sinks into a beanbag chair. Leonardo’s eyes follow him, and when Yuichi nudges their feet together, the hint of a smile touches the corners of his mouth.

“I just hate that it happened,” he admits very quietly.

Either he means the robot, or the invasion, or what happened after the invasion, or all of it all at once. Yuichi doesn’t dare interrupt, not when Leonardo has just taken this brave step forward into seemingly uncharted territory. He just nods to show he’s listening.

“And it feels like. I should, um.” Leonardo’s face twists darkly, anger and hurt and frustration, and he breathes in sharply through his nose, trying to temper it before he even has a chance to really feel it. Yuichi can still hear it in his voice when he says, “I should be better by now. I should be over it. It’s not about me.”

“What the fuck?” Yuichi blurts, sitting forward. “Yes it is.”

Leonardo couldn’t have looked more startled if someone dumped a bucket of ice-water over his head. Yuichi points right at Leonardo’s cracked plastron—that proof of his survival, the most beautiful gods-damned thing in the entire world as far as Yuichi is concerned.

“This,” he says firmly, “is yours.”

For awhile, neither of them speak. There’s music and noise happening somewhere else, Leonardo’s lively siblings hard at work breaching the peace of the otherwise silent underground.

Then Leonardo says, “I don’t like talking about it. But Mikey keeps saying I need to tell somebody. And I guess you’re volunteering.”

As if it isn’t painfully obvious that that’s what Yuichi is doing, when he’s all but begging on his knees for Leonardo to just talk to him. He heroically refrains from rolling his eyes. “I guess so.”

So Leonardo tells him:

“In the prison dimension. The—” He struggles to choke this word out, then finally manages, “The Krang. The general. He was holding me down. I was, uh. I was pretty scared. He was so mad. I don’t even know what he was saying, it was like sliding around in my brain, I couldn’t hold onto anything.”

Yuichi understands that. Those latent animal instincts overriding rational thought, simplifying everything until all that remains is the powerful urge to keep existing. To survive at all costs.

“Um. He leaned in and like—I don’t know, sneered at me—and his teeth were so close and I was so—I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t breathe, I—” He lifts his hands, helplessly, then lowers them again. “There was rubble underneath me. Sharp metal, all in pieces, from one of his old ships. One of the pieces fit into my hand, and as soon as I had it, I just—I used it.” His voice is so small. “I gouged his eyes out. And then I found a place to hide.”

Oh. It feels like his heart is being ripped clean apart. Yuichi gets up and moves to the bed, sitting close enough to Leonardo that their shoulders bump. His pulse is flying. His stomach feels sour.

“I blinded him. His blood was oily and cold and got all over me. He screamed and rampaged for—hours? Days? I don’t.” Leonardo blinks, far away. “I don’t know. I spent most of my time there hiding. Tucked all the way inside my shell, like a—like a hurt animal. Not much of a hero, huh?”

Somehow, Leonardo is ashamed of himself for this. As if it was cowardly. As if he should have managed to incapacitate a warrior ten times his size and strength in a more honorable way. Like he wanted a nicer truth to give his family.

Yuichi closes his eyes and tries to imagine the prison dimension. Raphael described it haltingly, the glimpse he saw of it through Michelangelo’s portal. Dull grays and ghost ships and an Arctic chill, this horrible place the sun has never touched.

Now he tries to imagine Leonardo there, injured and frightened, all alone with a monster.

He wonders if he would have had the strength of heart and mind to throw himself into hell to protect his friends and family, to save that nebulous concept of “the whole world.” He likes to think he would, but he doesn’t know. How could anybody know until they were there, with the choice in front of them?

Yuichi thinks Leonardo is amazing. He has no idea how Leonardo can think of himself as anything less than amazing. He’s glad the Krang is blind. He would be even more glad if the Krang was dead.

“I don’t like to talk about it,” Leonardo says again, hushed and haunted. “I’m afraid they’ll hate me for it someday. When they’re done being relieved I’m alive.”

I’m in love with an idiot, Yuichi thinks.

Oh, wait.

He’s in love with this idiot.

It isn’t even a surprise. The truth goes down easily, because somewhere along the line he knew that already. Now he’s just—sinking into it. Looking at Leonardo and realizing what this fullness in his chest actually means.

Yuichi was pulled into Leonardo’s orbit from almost day one—the sun and the moon. Months of passing by each other, never speaking, their lives never overlapping. Wanting so badly to approach that full, lively table, second-guessing it every time, always backing out at the last second. The hours and hours he spent agonizing over it. Finally taking the leap. Rewarded impossibly by Leonardo’s interest and curiosity and his smile.

Those precious afternoons in the dining room of the restaraunt, arguing hotly from opposite sides of the same booth, leaning in to put their heads together to watch videos on Leonardo’s phone. Yuichi clinging to Leonardo’s attention, hoarding gold like a miser, because he only ever wanted Leonardo to look at him.

Of course he’d end up here. Where the hell else was he gonna go?

“They would do anything for you,” he hears himself saying. “Do you have any idea how much you mean to them?”

“I do!” Leonardo says quickly. “I just. I’m scared anyway.”

“Tell them that,” Yuichi implores urgently. “Let’s go tell them right now.”

Leonardo stares at him like he’s gone crazy. Yuichi loves him.

“I’ll go with you,” he says, offering his hand. He thinks he’s trembling. His body feels too small to contain the monumental reality he’s just discovered. “You’re not alone, Leo.”

That gets him a choked laugh. Leonardo grabs his hand and holds it almost desperately, as if Yuichi is too good to be true. As if he might do something crazy and impossible if Leonardo lets go, like walk away.

Not in this lifetime. Yuichi never wants to do anything but walk towards Leonardo for all the rest of his days.

They go find his siblings. It isn’t hard, they just have to follow all the noise.

Something chaotic is happening in the kitchen. Michelangelo is perched on Raphael’s carapace, elbows parked on his big brother’s shoulder and chin propped in his hands to watch the show. Raphael is trying to gently extract a hot pot of coffee from Donatello’s hands and Donatello is trying to drink from it directly. Casey is sitting on the counter, eating a huge lopsided muffin with an expression of doe-eyed wonder on his face.

They all look up when Leonardo and Yuichi come in. Leonardo’s step falters under the sudden scrutiny. He clutches Yuichi’s hand tighter, his grip bruising. Like somehow—somehow—Yuichi’s presence beside him makes him feel brave.

It’s okay, Yuichi tries to tell him, squeezing back. I’m not going anywhere.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #leoichi #usagi yuichi #hamato leonardo #hamato michelangelo #bushido boyfriends #my writing #tmnt fic #these bright blue city lights

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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fight, fight, fight , zack macewen

note, this was inspired after reading some post about how syd was nervous after watching marty fight chara. i get inspo from the weirdest things, but i had to look up who fought him in the past and i went with zack so yay! this is dedicated to @iwantahockeyhimbo cause we are both zack lovers. pair, zack macewen x reader summary, zack macewen, 6'3, gets into a fight with 6'9 giant, zdeno chara. warnings, fighting, word count, 744 words (something short and funny)

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You were having quite a good time, but that all quickly came tumbling down after Zack went after Mayfield. Going after Mayfield wasn't the problem, but the aftermath of the hit was the problem.

To be fair, he didn't start the fight, Chara did, but that didn't ease anything, "Holy crap." You watched in horror as everyone around you rose to their feet and cheered.

Someone put a comforting hand on your back, but it did nothing to soothe the panic you were feeling, "You idiot." You muttered, getting a couple laughs from the girls.

They punched at each other, and Zack managed to get a few good hits in before his helmet was thrown off. A couple more punches were thrown by Chara and Zack was on his knees, jersey was on the verge of coming off, and that's when the refs stepped in.

You sat down in your chair, mouth hanging open in shock as he was pushed off to the penalty box, but not before Chara made sure he was okay.

"You okay?" One of the girls asked with a laugh.

"He's the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life." 11 minutes later after the period was over and you knew Zack was in the locker room, you grabbed your phone and immediately called Zack.

"Hello?"

"You're the biggest idiot in the entire world." He laughed, "I don't know why you're laughing."

"It's funny, come on. I'm fine, he's fine, Mayfield's fine, we're all good." He tried to reassure.

"I'm hanging up now 'cause I'm mad at you."

"Well, you are the one who called."

"I hate you." You stated, then hung up.

"So, Zack, what was the consensus on the fight?" One of the interviewers asked.

Zack laughed, "Well, after the game, my girlfriend called."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, she's here, so she saw everything in person, but she called me after the game and kinda chewed me out."

"I take it she's not keen on you fighting?"

"Oh, no, quite the opposite. She's the first person to cheer me on, but I think the part that really got her was the 6'9 part of it all." He joked, "I'll be in the doghouse for a bit, but it's all in good fun."

After media, he packed up all his stuff and got ready to head out. He saw you waiting by his car in the parking lot. You looked up at him from your phone and glared at him.

"Oh, come on." He laughed.

"Stop laughing. Nothing about this is funny." You punched his shoulder.

sydneyemartin: i think @/yourusername and i should start a club together. the "my significant other fought a 6'9 giant" club. you in, y/n?

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A few days later, you were on Gretchen Geraghty's, a YouTuber and one of the guys' girlfriend, podcast just to talk and have fun, "So, I've gotten some DM's after people found out you'd be on this week's episode..."

"Oh, boy..." You laughed.

"And I'm guessing my your reaction you know exactly where this is going?" She laughed.

"Is it about Zack?"

"It is about Zack?" She nodded, "For those who don't know o don't follow hockey, Zack plays hockey with Max for the Flyers, and a few days ago, Zack got into a fight with another player, and that player is like a giant."

"Oh, yeah. He's like almost 7 feet tall, and I'm not exaggerating."

"What was the consensus after the fight?"

"I got a lot of DMs from fans, and Zack got a lot from fans. Sydney Martin, Matt Martin's wife, another hockey player, tweeted about it. I woke up the next morning and was tagged in so many posts and my friends and family was just sending me memes. It was pretty great."

"I watched his post-game interview where he said you actually root for him when he fights."

"I usually do, because hockey is a sport where fighting is encouraged. And I'm obviously very nervous when he does fight, but I do root for him. This time was a little different because he was fighting a literal giant."

"Any injuries?"

"Got a bit of bruise forming." You laughed, "Nothing too serious. I made him see a doctor the day after."

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syn4k · 1 year

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hallo came here to ask. I really liked the little things ya write, the stuff I've read is really really cool n i finally have the time to read some long fics n stuff, so what are some fics of yours that you could recomend? idk where to start n I'd like to hear more abt the stuff ya make :]]

oh my goodness this is actually a really nice ask to receive,, hello anon! glad you're enjoying our shorter works!

we have three long-ish fics that are all up on our ao3 as well as a couple multichapters in progress.

the two finished long(ish) fics of ours that i'd reccomend:

twice. (40,503 words) | Hermitcraft, No Romantic Relationship(s), Teen and Up Audiences, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

An alternate universe with a fantasy setting, Xisuma and Evil Xisuma-centric. This work follows the journey of one Xisuma Void, King of Hermit's Hollow, and one Xelqua (Exy) Void, his younger brother who came into the world under less than usual circumstances and has picked up a hobby that X isn't too fond of. Misunderstandings occur and spiral. If you're worried about the MCD, it might help to know that they do get better, just not within the timeline of the work!

the younger years (10,557 words) | Empires SMP, No Romantic Relationship(s), General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

In the desert capital of Pixandria, the king has gone missing without so much as a trace or a warning. A curious young girl slips into his house to poke around and perhaps get some clues, running into another Emperor on the way. About a thousand years later, a tired history major who lives in that same desert unearths a chest while digging a garden, leading him on a journey around the Empires.

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now, we also have some works in progress that are either already decently long or which we're planning on making longer! both of these are Empires fics because we have a hyperfixation

works in progress of ours that i'd reccomend:

(i'll tend to the flame, you can worship the) ashes (currently 16,572 words) | Empires SMP, No Romantic Relationship(s), Teen and Up Audiences, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, check the tags on this one for more information

In the aftermath of the Empires S1 apocalypse, Fwhip and his sister Gem are headed towards an obscure corner of the world in which a portal sits. Their plan is to go through this portal to a kinder world, one where they can escape all of the horrors of this one. One night, they touch down in the desert and, almost by accident, come into contact with Pixlriffs, the Copper King, who has been missing for eight years. They decide to bring him with them on their journey, but it becomes clear immediately that something is very wrong with Pix, and he's not talking. The story follows the three as they journey across the world, have arguments over food rations, survive a freak plot-relevant bear attack, and try to navigate both the crushing weight settled on Pixl's shoulders as well as their own. Things do get bleak a lot, but I promise it doesn't have a bad ending.

invisibility (What?) (currently at 3,422 words) | Empires SMP, Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott Major | Smajor1995, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

This one started as a oneshot and then we realized that oh hey, it could have a plot! Scott goes out at 3am one Sunday evening to meet up with his lover, but things go wrong when he feeds his horse a diluted invisibility potion. (The horse is fine, don't worry.) A guard at a watchpost nearby notices, and soon the message is out to all the allies of Rivendell that a minion of Xornoth may or may not have been spotted going away from the site. Despite this being an M/M shipfic (from us? The horrors!), the focus is less on Scott and Jimmy's relationship than it is on the political shenanigans that ensue when Scott tries to walk the line between "no, guys, Xornoth isn't coming back" and not outing himself as gay. It's sure to be a ride, both to read and to write.

that's it really hope you enjoy

#amys' tag #answered #mcyt #writing #god this is long. hope it answers any questions you might have had anon!#and to anyone else who might be interested in some of our longer works but doesn't know what it's about- here you go!#ray's fic recs

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hey can i ask: do river and sid get together in the slow horses books later? i miss them so much!

Okay, I finally listened to "Standing by the Wall", so I can provide my spoiler-filled answers below. ~

The short answer is yes, they do. And if you want to get Sid River content, you may well just pick up book 7, "Slough House". Granted, you'll end up missing out a lot of nuance and Mick Herron loves killing off his characters so it might get jarring to see unfamiliar faces if you just immediately jump to that book, but I think it can work just fine if you want canon Sid River content. There is a lot in that book.

Then if you want a sort of cherry on top, you can read "Standing by the Wall" as well. It's just a short story, so easy read, and Sid isn't exactly in the book, but we get a perspective from River's inner dialogue about them being together.

The long answer is...well, let me give a bit of my perspective toward them as a ship in the show and in the books.

I saw season one first, got obsessed, which is why I ended up binge reading through the book series. Season 1 is probably the season that was most closely adapted as the book (Slow Horses). Seasons 2-3 had bigger changes, but managed to still capture the feelings that I got from the books.

A huge part of what made Season 1 enjoyable is the interaction between Jack's River and Olivia's Sid. I always love in dynamics when the woman is a bit sassy straightforward and the guy just kinda accepts his loser status lol 😆 so yeah, their banter was very delightful.

That said, I don't think I necessarily ship them?? I mean, I certainly don't mind it. I totally see the potential. But I'd say a huge part of the ship's appeal is Jack and Olivia. They truly took on those characters and transformed them, gave them such chemistry. I really don't think I felt such chemistry when I read book 1. Herron definitely implied certain attractions there, but it fell flat for me.

Set aside the rather lack of chemistry in book 1 though, we get way more in book 7. Now, whether Herron's writing of romantic implications has improved, or I was heavily influenced by the charisma of the actors' portrayal, I'm not entirely sure. Most likely it is a combination of both. I have a vague but effective imagination, and I absolutely enjoyed reading their scenes with Jack and Olivia in mind. In fact, I wish the show will be renewed until this book at the very least, just so we can get that onscreen.

And then there's the short story, dealing with the aftermath of book 7. Bit spoilery territory here, but I assume you don't mind lol but fair warning to those who do and decided to read this anyway. 🤷‍♀️

In book 7, it was River's turn to have his near death experience. And the short story basically has a recovering River and thinking about how much Sid's presence in his life has helped him profoundly. There's even a very notable word choice of him thinking of 'coming home to Sid.'

She is his comfort person, and he is hers. I highly recommend book 7 just to see the depth of that comfort and trust, especially the one Sid had for River.

So chemistry aside, their bond feels heavily founded on shared trauma. I kind of wish they didn't get together yet and tried to sort themselves out first, but at the same time, I kinda like that they support each other. I'm just scared it will turn unhealthy for the both of them, and that is very likely given how Mick treats his characters hahaha 🥲. It's going to backfire on them some way or another.

In conclusion to this nonsense rambling, while I don't ship them fully, I see their potential and enjoy their interactions a lot. The show has done massive heavy lifting for me by putting the actors in my imagination while I read through the book scenarios of their interactions. I very much look forward to the next Slough House books so we can get a much better picture of them (or who knows, maybe Mick will time skip and they're not together anymore oof 💀). I also badly hope they will manage to get elements of Sid River in the show. They've already made changes that work better in show format, and getting Olivia back would only do the show much better. Whether that's feasible or not tho, I got no idea lol, but we can hope and dream. 😌

I hope my short and long responses were well worth the wait 😆🙈 thanks anon, keep slow horsing yeehaw! 🤠🐌🐎

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saralayne · 10 months

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It’s Always Been You 🩵 💜

After Lucy's breakup with Chris, she knew why she couldn't be in a relationship with him. Lucy had felt disconnected from Tim and it was breaking her heart. She was sure her feelings were one sided, Until he made her talk to him and was blindsided at the confession he made to her.

Lucy was feeling confused. Her heart was in a tailspin. After the OP in Vegas, she fully knew how she felt. There was absolutely zero doubt that she had fallen in love with her former training officer. Also, knowing she had probably been in love with him for years really. She knew nothing could come from it while she was still his boot. So she wiped it under the rug. and it really seemed to work. Lucy had met Chris Sanford. He was a successful lawyer, a good guy who seemed to really care about her. Aside from the slip up, when he hummed that damn song, he really did care about her.

Lucy knew Tim walked her home that night, she wanted him to come in. She knew she would feel guilty as she was with someone and so was he but it really didn't matter in that moment and would deal with the aftermath later. After she invited him in and they had an awkward 'what happens undercover, stays undercover' moment. Tim finally agreed, but when they found Chris bleeding out on her couch at the hands of Rosalyn. The same woman who had caused her so much trauma and fear. She had indirectly attacked Lucy again.

Some time had passed. Out of guilt, Lucy had reluctantly stayed with Chris. Tim was still with Ashley. Little did Lucy know Chris had seen how guilty she was feeling about his attack. When she was offered a chance at UC school and had immediately turned it down. Chris made a call to Tim knowing he would be able to convince her to take this opportunity. Obviously, not knowing her true feelings but knowing the mutual respect they had for each other professionally and their close friendship. When Tim came by her apartment and told her to take, more importantly 'to move on'. Lucy was left completely shattered. At least she knew how he truly felt. Lucy did just that, she moved on. Weeks went by. Tim and Lucy had gone back to normal. Back to friends. She played the radio gag on him and it felt good. It all came crashing down on her again when Tim told her Ashley had broken up with him and after seeing him in the hospital. He had to have emergency spinal surgery, Lucy knew she couldn't go on leading Chris on. She wasn't just worried about her friend Tim post surgery, the realization he was her person even if he did not feel the same.

Lucy had a hard conversation with Chris which ended up not being hard for her truthfully. Chris didn't seem blindsided. Almost like he saw it coming? They agreed to part as friends. Lucy was relieved it wasn't dramatic and was just easy, But now she doesn't know how to proceed. She decided to just concentrate on work, telling herself she would eventually move on from her strong feelings. It really helped that she wasn't in the shop with Tim for 12 hours a day. When she walked into roll call that day, she never anticipated that Grey would of paired them together again as Aaron was out for the day. An immediate uneasy feeling took over. She had to be professional, just like a million times before.

Tim had thought she would be so chatty and normal Lucy. Truthfully, he had missed it, he had missed her, even if he would never admit it. The opposite was happening. They had been together for A couple of hours in the shop. Lucy had barely said two words to him. Only talking to him when needed on a couple of calls. Tim kept thinking 'What the hell is going on?'. He couldn't focus. Had become distracted. He had enough.

"Lucy, Let's go grab some lunch from the food truck"

"Sure" was all she said.

He was becoming seriously frustrated.

They arrived at the food truck. Ordered their food and sat down.

"OK, Lucy. Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I don't know what your talking about. I'm eating lunch. Everything is fine" Replied Lucy.

"NO, It's not Lucy. You have been acting off all day. Hardly talking, this is not you. Just talk to me and tell me what's bothering you"

"Tim, just leave it alone. I'm fine."

"Lucy, I wont leave it alone until you tell me what's going on"

Lucy had enough of this.

"Fine Tim, you wanna do this? Then ok. YOU told me to move on and that is what I am trying to do. I'm sorry if I am not acting like myself but it's not easy to be around you, just the two of us again. It's making moving on really hard and frankly it's breaking my heart. BUT we have a job to do, so I am remaining focused. If that's not how you think I should be acting then I am sorry for that"

Tim was left shell shocked.

"Lucy, what are you talking about? You're with Sanford and happy. How am I breaking your heart?"

Lucy let out a big sigh.

"Tim, I broke up with Chris a couple weeks ago and before you ask. It wasn't fair to him, being in a relationship when I love someone else and have for a long time. BUT that person does not share those feelings, actually really doesn't want me in their life, SO I am trying to be professional"

Tim was in shambles. What Lucy said about him couldn't of been further from the truth. Another second could not pass by without him telling her how he truly feels.

Tim grabbed Lucy's hand not caring who saw.

"Lucy...You have it all wrong. Have you noticed I'm not broken up about Ashley and I splitting up, Have you ever wondered why? Well I will tell you. It's because I'm in love with you and I also have been for a real long time. Because of our professional situation, I could never act on it. Truth be told, I knew I loved you when I pulled you out of that barrel. Ashley was a distraction for what I knew I couldn't have. It wasn't fair and I live with that regret."

"IT'S YOU LUCY, IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN YOU"

Lucy couldn't believe what she was hearing. She thought. Is this for real? Was she dreaming?

"Tim, please tell me this isn't payback for the prank I played on you because my heart could not handle that. Truth, that wasn't a prank. It was me trying to convince myself this wasn't real to me and knowing it could never happen."

"Lucy, this is more real to me than anything in my life"

Lucy found herself standing up from the table, reaching across. She cupped his face in her hand and did something she wanted to desperately do since the OP, but this time there was no pretending. It was all REAL. Lucy gave Tim a soft, passionate kiss.

Once they both released their lips from each other. Tim gasped.

"Lucy, that was AMAZING. But someone could see us. We need to talk to Grey and fill out paperwork."

Lucy smiled. She said four words that were forever cemented into his heart.

"SOME THINGS MATTER MORE"

#chenford #fanfic #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #angst with a happy ending #love confessions #feelings #realization #idiots in love #kissing #developing relationship #fluff

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pupika-samika · 1 year

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Four Paws are Better than Two

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Vio, being the gay Link that he is, wants to get his boyfriend back. Unfortunately, things don't quiet go his way

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Warnings: None

"Vio, this is a bad idea. You should wait until we have more concrete proof that this'll work."

"Don't worry Green. I'm eighty-seven percent sure this will work. I have all the ingredients and the time to do it is quickly approaching."

"I think you should listen to Green, Vio. I don't have a good feeling about this…"

"Red I promise this won't go badly." Four paused, waiting for his blue counterpart to pitch in. "Anyone else want to air their grievances before I start? Please do make it quick, there’s not a lot of time left." With that he looked up at the sky. It was very quickly approaching midnight. If he didn't start the experiment now he could be too late and miss this very small window of opportunity.

"When this goes wrong, I won't hear anything about asking us for help. When this goes wrong you're dealing with the aftermath yourself Vio!" Blue all but screamed in his head.

Four groaned, shooting a glare at someone that couldn't see it.

"I can't believe you agreed to take second watch just for this! I thought you were a good teammate and wanted to look out for the group but nooo- you want to do witchcraft in the middle of the night!"

"Blue there is no reason to yell, I can hear you perfectly fine!" Four hissed, starting to get the ingredients together. "Besides, we're in our Hyrule. We know all the monsters that could try to attack us. This ritual would never work if I tried doing it in someone else's Hyrule."

The blood of a fairy, a mirror shard, the true name of the dark, crushed monster guts, a hard metal and finally, the skull of a black cat.

It was no secret that his colorful parts didn't approve of what his Violet part was doing but Blue was by far the one who objected the most. Red and Green, while they also didn't like what he was doing, appreciated that he at least told them his plan this time.

"Goddess, is this what we've come to? Doing dark magic to bring back Vio's boyfriend?" Blue bemoaned.

"Blue, leave him alone. He said he was sure this wouldn't fail so I trust him. Don't listen to him Vio, we'll help you if anything does go wrong." Green chastised, giving Blue his most disappointed voice. Four wouldn’t remind him that he wasn’t one hundred percent sure nothing would go wrong, only eighty seven. But he wouldn’t correct his green part if it meant getting Blue to shut up.

"Thank you Green. Now shush all of you, I'm going to start."

He worked quickly in mixing everything together. He set the skull in the middle of the bowl he'd bought just for this. He didn’t want to be unhygienic by using a food bowl for this ritual. As he stirred the contents together, he chanted the ancient words to go along with the spell. Despite being a good distance away from their camp, Four kept his voice quiet. Some of their companions were light sleepers and it would be bad if one of them interrupted him.

He poured the liquid contents over the cat skull and just as he uttered the last word of the chant, a dark shadow seemed to cover the area they were in. Four winced and squeezed his eyes shut, the sudden darkness stinging his eyes. The pressure of the shadow seemed to crush them, a force pushing against him from all sides.

“Vio!”

“It hurts!”

“Guys, hang on!”

“It feels like we’re splitting but painful!”

“Violet, I'm going to kill you!!!”

The voices of his colors shouted in his head. A headache was quickly forming, his ears popping with the pressure change around them. It wasn’t soon enough when the pressure stopped, finally allowing Vio to breathe properly. He opened his eyes and looked around, hope slowly dwindling in his chest when he saw no immediate change in their surroundings. Though as he looked around, he did have to wonder if the trees were always this big.

"Ugh, my head is killing me…" he heard a voice complaining from behind him.

He whipped his head around, uncaring of the whiplash as he honed in on the darkly dressed figure sprawled on the floor. He was starting to make his way up, sitting on his knees as he gathered himself. "Shadow!" He cried, darting over to his best friend.

"Aaahh!" Shadow yelped, flinching back and falling on his ass. His panicked expression quickly morphed into one of confusion, squinting down at Vio. “A… talking cat?”

“Talking…? Wha- No, Shadow it’s me! Vio!” He desperately tried. “Remember? We teamed up together to take down Vaati, I betrayed my brothers to help you? You remember me, right?”

Shadow looked at him in confusion, shifting so he sat with his legs forming a circle. “What? No, of course I remember you Vio. I’m just confused,” he started, making a ‘look at yourself’ motion with his hands. “Was this supposed to happen or..?”

“What are you talking… about…” Vio started, slowing to a stop as he finally looked behind him. Behind him, he saw the glossy, deep violet body of a cat. The fur had an almost iridescent look to it, shining in the sparse moonlight.

“That. That is what I’m talking about. Plus, the others are over there and they’re cats too.” Shadow said and pointed to Vio's left, making Vio look over to see three similar cat bodies. There was a dark green one with light green patterns, a red one with almost orange waves covering it, and a blue one with a faint light blue crisscross pattern.

Vio felt his ears flatten, against his will, as he saw the blue one start to stir. “Oh Blue is going to kill me,” he whispered. “Shadow, it was nice having you back. Promise you’ll live a good life after I’m gone?”

“What’re you yapping so loudly about?” He heard Blue grumble from his spot on the floor. “Hylia, the body hurts Vio, what the hell happened.” He groaned and started making his way into a sitting position.

The red cat, Red, was starting to shift now too. And with it, the green one, Green, slowly lifted his head. "Hng, Blue?" Green mumbled, opening his eyes to look around. Vio saw the moment they locked eyes. Green went from confused and unaware to shocked (and even more confused) in an instant.

"Violet. Tell me we are not cats right now." Oh and Blue seems to have found out now. With Blue's words, Red seemed to snap awake, hurriedly shifting to his stomach to get a good view of everyone.

"Woah!!! Why are we cats?" Red almost yelled, looking down at his furry arms- legs? Paws. He tried standing up and even though he wobbled at first, he managed to keep his feet under him.

Vio looked over when he saw a blur of blue rushing at him, yowling when he got tackled to the ground. “Violet! What the hell! I thought you said this would be safe and wouldn’t do anything!” Blue yelled, pushing a foot on Vio’s shoulder to keep the other down, not letting him run away from the confrontation.

With his ears still flattened- he’d need to test what other body parts he could move- Vio decided to poke the bear even more. “I said I was eighty seven percent sure this would work, not that there wouldn’t be any side effects.”

Faintly he heard Red and Green trying to calm Blue down, even if Green himself was sounding a little panicked. “Blue this wasn’t his fault, there was no way he’d be able to predict that something like this would’ve happened.” He heard Green start, followed by Red.

“Yeah! It’s not the worst thing that could've happened to us! We could be fighting a dark version of ourselves! Or worse, the ritual failed to bring Shadow back and instead only turned us into cats!” Red said, bringing attention to the fact that the ritual did work and did manage to bring Shadow back to the world of light. Blue froze above him, seeming to notice the dark for the first time.

“You!” Blue hissed, ears pinned back in irritation.

“Me?” Shadow asked more than said, looking himself up and down. “Yeah, me.” He said with more certainty.

“Hylia, I can’t believe your stupid ritual worked,” Blue hissed, switching his glare between Shadow and Vio. “Actually, I can't believe your ritual turned us into cats! How are you going to undo this Vio! Please tell me you have some sort of spell, a ritual, anything to turn us back into a Hylian.” Blue pleaded. Pleaded, not begged, Blue would never beg.

Vio kept quiet as he tried thinking of a solution. He didn’t have any sort of back up, any fail safes in case something went wrong. He was eighty five percent sure nothing would go wrong so he figured that would've been enough but he should’ve figured something was going to go wrong. Now because of his carelessness he dragged his brothers into a mess that he has no clue how to solve.

“Remember how Legend said during his one adventure he got changed into an animal? He said he used a… um…” Red started, forgetting the word for the item.

“Moon pearl?” Blue supplied flatly, looking unimpressed.

“Yeah, a moon pearl! What if we go there and ask him to borrow it to change us back?”

“No way! There’s no way we’re letting others see us when we’re like this!” Blue defended, wanting to keep what little pride he had left. “Besides, we can’t tell them about us! They’ll treat us differently and start acting weird and different, like the people of Castletown did.”

“We’ll have no choice, how else will we get the moon pearl? It’s not like he’ll just hand it over if we ask for one. He’ll ask questions and figure it out either way.” Green reasoned, trying to make Blue agree with the plan.

It was quiet as Blue and Green tried silently fighting with each other. One wanted them to figure it out themselves while the other wanted them to ask for help. Vio, Red, and Shadow stood to the side, watching the two getting more and more irritated with each other. It took a few seconds until Red perked up, coming up with an idea by the looks of it.

“If you want to keep this a secret that badly, we could have Shadow get it.” Red interjected, ears standing up.

Green and Blue stopped fighting for a moment, looking at Red. “There’s no way they’d agree to that Red, but good try.” Shadow said, not seeing the looks the two cats were giving him. “It’s been, what? Two, three years since we were together? I wouldn’t even be able to copy how you guys act.” Shadow brought his hand up to gently rub Reds head, making his ears flop.

“Actually,” Green started. “We act the same way we did when you first met us, only we’re more solid now. It wouldn’t be too hard to pretend to be us.”

“And it’s your fault we’re like this. The least you could do is make up for it and help turn us back to normal.” Blue huffed, sitting down with a harsh plop.

“See Red I told you they wouldn’t- wait what?!” Shadow almost screeched, turning around to face the two cats. “What do you- how would I- huh?!” He paused, looking between the both of them before turning around to look at Vio. “Vio, you don’t agree with this, right? Please tell me you have a better plan than that.”

Vio was silent, looking over at the direction of the camp. "Hey Blue, which pocket is our spare tunic in? His pants could pass off for one of our spares but those boots need to be changed.”

“I was thinking that too. I put a spare pair of boots with our other clothes but I don’t know if they’d fit him.” Blue supplied, looking Shadow over.

“Maybe he could ditch the boots and wear our flats? They’re a little big on us so they should fit him fine.” Green said, getting an affirming nod from Blue and Vio.

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait, you guys can’t be serious about this!” Shadow cried, looking over the three cats. “And I didn’t agree to this! Don’t you need my consent before you start making plans involving me potentially walking to my death?”

“Fuck your consent, it’s your fault were like this. Help us or I’ll find a way to send you back to the dark realm.” Blue threatened, a growl in his voice.

Vio flicked his tail in Blue direction, not appreciating the threat. “Shadow, will you help us? We’re on an important quest and we need to go back to being Hylian so we can help our group finish the quest.”

Shadow bit his lip for a few seconds then sighed, seeming to come to a conclusion. “Fine! I’ll get the stupid moon pearl for you!” He huffed, throwing his arms in the air in mock anger.

“Yay! Thank you Shadow!” Red cheered, racing over to throw himself in Shadow lap.

Shadow looked down at the red cat in surprise but was quick to give his head a pat, using his other hand as a support as he leaned back. “So this uh, Legend? That was his name?” Shadow asked, continuing when he got four nods. “He wouldn’t happen to be sleeping right now? Y’know, get this over with quickly.”

“Legend keeps his bags organized in a way only he understands. He’s like Blue but worse,” Green explained, ignoring Blue protesting arguments. “You’ll have to wait till morning when he wakes up.”

“Wait, weren’t we supposed to be on watch? Shouldn’t we have woken someone up by now?” Red asked,

Vio looked over at Red in confusion. “No? It’s only a little past midnight, we still have a few hours until our shift is over.”

Red shook his head, pointing a paw in a random direction. "No, it's almost sunrise."

Vio, Green, Blue and Shadow did a double take at the random direction he was pointing at, finding that he was actually pointing at the quickly rising sun.

"Fuck." Shadow said, shooting into a standing position.

—

Blue, Green, Red, and Vio followed Shadow back to the camp, feeding him information about their teammates and giving pointers on how Four acted. It was weird seeing them from the third perspective but also weirdly entertaining watching Shadow struggle to imitate Green.

Their shadow had shape shifted so he looked exactly like them. Blond hair, golden skin. The only thing he couldn't change was his eyes, seemingly stuck on their deep crimson shade.

“You have to pitch your voice lower, Green’s voice isn’t that high pitched,” Vio pointed out, making a face when Shadow made the pitch too low. “No, before you were imitating Red but now you’re imitating Blue. You have to-”

“Vio, shush and hide!” Green whisper yelled, running into a nearby bush.

Vio tried following but froze when he heard, “Four? Where’d you go? And why do you have a cat with you?” Vio turned, catching sight of Shadows' frozen face. He turned fully and saw Sky, surprisingly the only one awake. Vio turned to look at Green, catching how Sky only mentioned one cat, and saw the rest of his brothers hiding in a bush off to the side.

“Oh uh- this is my cat. He somehow always manages to find me no matter where I am, it was only a matter of time before he found me,” Shadow smoothly lied to the Skyward Hero. He leaned down and picked Vio up, holding the cat against his chest. “I thought I heard monsters out in the woods so I went to go check and this little one found me. Don’t give him too much thought, I’m sure he’ll run off to wherever when he gets the chance." Vio lightly butted his head against Shadows chest, not liking how high off the ground he was but unwilling to do anything else about it.

Sky seemed fascinated by Vio, looking at him with wonder. “He sorta looks like a remlit back on Skyloft!” Sky lifted a hand to Vio. Vio felt his ears pin against his head, a quiet growl rumbling in his throat.

Feeling the vibrations from the growl, Shadow quickly moved Vio out of the way. “I wouldn’t do that. He bites strangers.”

Sky smiled at Shadow, seemingly unbothered by the threat of getting bit. "Don't worry, the remlits back home have some pretty nasty bites, I'm sure this little guy can't do much worse than they can."

As he said this, Sky set his hand in front of Vio, far enough to not be in his face but close enough for him to smell. Vio wanted to roll his eyes, that was not how you approached a cat! Looking off to the side, he could see his three other cat brothers in the bushes. Red was glaring at him, Green was shaking his head and Blue seemed to be encouraging him. Don't ask how, Vio just got the feeling he was.

If he could, Vio would've sighed as he butted his head against Sky's hand, letting the Skyward Hero pet him. Sky pet his head before moving down to his body, eyes full of excitement. "Woah, he's so soft!"

Vio let Sky pet him for much longer than necessary, not enjoying any second of it. Shadow picked up on his displeasure and adjusted so Vio was back on the ground. "I'm surprised, he usually doesn't let people touch him. He must really like you, Sky?" Shadow said the name as a question, looking down at Vio to see his reaction.

The cat nodded, looking at the master sword on Sky's back.

"I'm not too surprised, remlits are really friendly but you need thick skin to deal with them at night."

"Interesting. Well, I should probably wake someone for the third shift, I am a few hours late to that." Shadow pointed out, stepping around Sky to the center of camp.

---

It took three days and two nights for Shadow to change Four back into their normal, Hylian selves. In the end, the moon pearl didn't work and they needed to trick convince Sky into lending them the Master Sword. The only problem was convincing Shadow to hold the Master Sword.

Yeah… the past few days were just not on their side.

“I wonder why the spell went wrong. I checked over everything multiple times and double checked the ritual with Zelda. The spell should have brought you back and ended at that.” Vio found himself saying the next day while he and Shadow were alone. Green had volunteered to take the rest of the chain to go shopping, leaving his two brothers, Shadow, and Vio at the forge. While the two of them were supposed to be helping Blue and Red clean up and sharpen some of the group's weapons, Vio and Shadow had decided to sneak off and spend time together instead. Red didn’t bat an eye, only giving a discreet shooing motion while Blue openly glared at the two but didn’t say anything. They could all tell this would be one of the few moments that the two would be able to spend any real time together during their new adventure.

Shadow, who was lounging on his stomach next to Vio, gave a half hearted shrug. "Well, what were the ingredients you used? Maybe one of them went bad or something?"

Vio shook his head, knowing he didn't use any perishable items. "I used blood from a fairy, a mirror shard, your true name, some crushed monster guts, a hard metal and I think that's it?"

Shadow looked just as confused as Vio, brows getting more and more furrowed. Just as he was about to say something, Vio remembered an ingredient he'd forgotten. "Oh I forgot, I used the skull of a black cat too."

With that addition, Shadows' face went through a multitude of emotions. Confusion, shock, understanding, and finally, disappointment. "Well that explains it! You used the wrong thing!"

"What?" Vio asked, confused. There's no way, it's not possible he used the wrong ingredient! "What do you mean I used the wrong thing?"

"Skull of a black cat? Really? There was a chant too, right? What was the chant?"

"What are you talking about? I mean, yeah there was a chant. I had to say የድመት ጥላ ለመሆን for the ritual to work. But what are you talking about Shadow?"

Shadow facepalmed, digging his face into his hands. "Vio, how are you the smartest yet dumbest person I know? That translates to- god you're such a fucking idiot. That translates to being the shadow of a cat. You cursed yourself to be a cat to bring me back."

Vio was entirely confused now. He cursed them? But… that didn't make any sense? "But how?! Zelda and I checked over the spell multiple times and Zelda made sure to translate each rune! There's now way she would've let us do that if she knew it would turn us into cats!"

"And what's Zelda's favorite animal?" Shadow said with a raised eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

"Ca-" Vio cut himself off, getting the same look of understanding. "Cats. Cats are her favorite animal." Vio blankly looked at a wall, not understanding how he didn't see this coming. "The skull." He started, voice devoid of any emotions. "The skull wasn't needed, was it?" He asked.

Shadow shook his head, amusement rising on his face. "It wasn't needed, no."

"She knew this would happen, didn't she."

"She didn't look surprised when we went to see her."

The room was quiet for a few moments. Shadow watched Vio, waiting for his lid to pop.

"Hey Shadow?"

"Yes Violet dear?"

"Do you want to help me bury a body?" Before Shadow could answer, Red and Blue ran into the room.

"The groups coming back so we came up here before they- woah Vio are you ok?" Red asked, holding the door open for Blue before going to sit on the floor in front of the bed.

"Never better," Vio almost seethed. Almost. He didn't let his emotions get the better of him unlike someone.

Blue closed the door and opened his mouth but stopped himself when they all heard the front door open. The four of them could vaguely hear the group romping about downstairs and decided to keep quiet just in case. Vio turned to Shadow as they heard Green come upstairs, giving him a pointed look. "I expect you to help me with what I told you to help me with." Vio said as the door opened.

"I'll be downstairs in a second guys! Just need to grab some spare clothes from my room!" Green yelled out before swiftly closing the door. He paused for a second and opened the door again, yelling out, "and Wild! Don't touch anything!"

“Wouldn’t dream of it Four!” They heard their wild counterpart say before the sound of metal hitting the floor sounded out.

The four of them winced, not wanting to know what fell. “Alright, everyone ready?” Green asked, bringing his sword out of its sheath. Blue and Red followed, getting the swords and raising them halfway.

Blue turned to look at Shadow and glared at him with no heat behind it. “Make sure you two don’t do anything lovey dovey while we’re merged. It’s disgusting and I never want to experience that again.”

Shadow loosely raised his arms in surrender, easily giving into his blue brother's demands. “Deal, I wasn’t going to anyway. Take that up with Vio, not me.”

At that, Blue glared at Vio and menacingly pointed the tip of his sword at him. “No making out with the body.”

Vio looked at Blue, knowing what to say to piss him off. “Can we make out with my body?” Vio asked, slowly leaning closer to Shadow. Shadow took the hint and started leaning towards him too, shit eating grin on his face.

Blue glared so hard that Vio almost felt threatened. He didn't care enough to be too scared though. "Ten seconds. One. Two. Three." Blue started unexpectedly counting.

Too bad Vio was ready for that, grabbing Shadow by his shirt and lunging at him.

Red started giggling, Green gave them an amused look while Blue wasn't afraid to let his disgust show. He didn't forget to keep counting, saying the number 10 with such force that Vio swore the others had to have heard. Shadow and Vio broke apart, shit eating grins on their faces.

Blue groaned and grabbed Vio's arm, making him raise his sword. Vio complied and kept his arm up while his brothers raised their swords. He turned around to look at Shadow and waved his other arm. "Bye Shadow, I'll see you next time." He said, getting covered in light as he and his brothers finally merged into one person.

---

They had to stay merged during the day until the next portal came. Luckily, they were in the forge and got to say goodbye to their grandpa, even if they had to work together to discreetly let all of them say goodbye.

When the time came for the chain to leave Four's world, the shortest Link gave his grandpa a tight hug, making the older man promise to take care of himself.

"Smithy, it's our turn. Are you ready to go?" Legend asked as the second to last pair of Links went through the portal.

"Yeah, just give me one second." Four reluctantly let go of his grandfather as he said that. As Legend walked to stand before the portal, Vio quietly hissed out, "you better behave or I won't cuddle your ass for a week."

Shadow gave a quiet thumbs up, not at all affected by the threat. In fact, if he had a body, Vio bets he would have his stupid shit eating grin on his face.

Four, finally done saying goodbye, joined Legend at the portal. "Bye grandpa! Love you! Take care of yourself, old man!" He called out one last time before they stepped into the portal.

#lu four #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe fanfic #linked universe four #secretgift2k23

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enchantedfanfictions · 1 year

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Chapter 3 - The Realization and the Aftermath

A/N - Hey guys, so sorry for the long wait for this chapter but it's here! Really hope you guys enjoy it!

“Basically…you and Anthony are engaged.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Anthony gritted out, hands clenched in fists as he stared at Simon. “This can not be legally binding Simon. Especially if Kate and I have no recollection of making the bloody thing.”

“Plus it’s on a napkin- a stained napkin, Simon. No court would accept it as a contract…right?” Kate stated, sending a pleading look to the man. Simon sighed and looked between his two friends, both of them displaying equally anxious expressions.

“I’ll see if there’s anything I can do but- as far as I can tell, this is legally binding. Both myself and Featherington have looked it over.”

"Featherington's seen it?" Anthony went pale, Simon and Kate looking at him concerned. The man dropped his head into his hands and leant against the counter in front of him.

Kate was torn.

On the one hand, she was desperate to comfort her old friend, hating seeing him in distress. But, on the other hand, she needed a moment to process the information she had just been given, to try and figure out a loophole of some sorts.

“Kate? Everything alright in here, love?” Her mother called from the doorway, startling the trio. Right, her birthday. She’d forgotten about that.

“Everything is fine, Mama.” Kate reassured her, plastering what she hoped was a convincing smile on her face. “Anthony here was just explaining how he could make it off work and surprise us all.”

Her mother seemed to take in all of their expressions: Anthony hunched over the counter with his hands now stressfully carding through his hair, Simon’s anxious look as he fiddled with a napkin and Kate’s large smile which didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Right…” Her mother drew out, eyes flicking back to Kate. “Don’t take too long okay, Kathani? Benedict’s eager to bring out the cake.”

“We’ll be just a moment.” Kate answered, suppressing an eye roll at the mention of her best friend’s love for cake. Once her mother had nodded and left the room, Kate slumped against the counter with a sigh, taking a moment to collect her thoughts.

“Right,” she started, turning around to face the two men, “first things first, no one, and I mean no one, can find out about this. Anthony and I had it hard enough in University with our mothers trying to pair us up. If they hear one word of this, we are doomed.”

“I agree with Kate.” Anthony’s voice was muffled, his face still buried in his hands. When no-one else made an attempt to talk, he lifted his head and ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. “The less people who know about our- agreement the better. Especially when it comes to my family.”

A murmur of agreement came from Simon and Kate as they shared a knowing look, well-versed in the knowledge of the ‘Bridgerton Gossip Mill’. Even Hyacinth, the youngest Bridgerton, couldn’t be trusted with a secret of any kind.

“Okay. As for the next thing, all three of us need to meet somewhere to discuss what to do about this. We can’t do it here and now as it’s Kate’s birthday party and it’s suspicious enough as it is with the three of us in here.” Simon whispered, checking the doorway was clear before continuing. “My suggestion is we meet at one of our houses one afternoon this week and come up with a plan.”

“My house is out of the question.” Kate immediately stated, drawing both men’s attention to her. “Do we really want to discuss this with Benedict in the same house? Sophie, I trust. But Ben’s too much of a mama’s boy to keep this a secret.”

“I would offer my place but the bar is quite noisy in the afternoon.” Simon frowned, both him and Kate turning to look at Anthony expectantly. Anthony sighed and stood up straight.

“I suppose we could meet at my place.” He offered reluctantly, avoiding Kate’s gaze. “I’ll text you both the address on the day.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Simon declared, bringing his hands together. “Let’s sort out the rest of the details later. For now,” he turned to grin at Kate, “I believe the birthday girl owes me a dance of some kind.”

“Simon,” Kate laughed, her demeanour changing almost immediately as she took the hand that he had stretched out, “there’s no music playing or other people dancing.”

“Who needs music?” He asked, eyebrow raised as he spun Kate towards the exit, missing the longing look Anthony had sent their way.

“You’re staying for the rest of the party, right Anthony?” Kate asked, pausing in the doorway. They held gazes for a moment, an imperceptible emotion in the man’s eyes before he broke eye contact.

“Um, I’m not, I’m afraid.” He admitted, giving an apologetic smile. “They still need me back at work.”

“Oh,” Kate breathed, her smile dropping slightly, “well, we’ll see you at your place soon then?”

The look in her eyes was hopeful and Anthony was powerless to do anything but nod.

“Soon.”

Tagging @simoneashwinis @journeymanfive

#bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton au #kate sharma #kate sharma au #anthony bridgerton x kate sharma #anthony bridgerton fanfic #anthony bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton x kate sharma fanfic

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bunji-enthusiast · 6 months

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Hello! I want to request a Bunji x gender neutral reader, where reader is patching up his wounds and scolding him for being reckless. The reader knows that it would take a lot to actually kill Bunji but it doesn't stop them from worrying about him. Established or pre-established relationship, either of them is fine with me ^-^ Thank you in advance! I love your writing <33

A/N: thank you so much for being my first request, he might be ooc but we ball <3

[contains: toned down scolding, description of wounds, a very broken down Bunji, mild angst and stuff. Sorta established and pre-established? Uh be surprised.]

“You idiot.”

That was the first thing he heard coming from your lips, he gritted his teeth to suppress the onslaught of pain that he was feeling.

You weren’t the usual and gentle person as he had come to know, not having the light touch.

You were angry, and Bunji knew you had every right to be. “Sorry for worryin ya doll.” Bunji let out a sharp inhale as you pressed down on a bullet wound, the aftermath of the hot shelling inflicting hot-flashes of pain into the side of his abdomen.

Simply…

old habits die hard.

Knowing that had made you a little more familiar with the uncomfortable givings of a reality that was far more true then you wished it was.

“You may be the goddamned Wolf,” you hissed through gritted teeth, trying to calm yourself down at the same time as you were patching his wounds with a few dabs of alcohol, the blood seeping into the cotton-ball. “But your still just a man.”

Jabbing a finger at the lapels of his pre-burned jacket, he immediately understood what you wanted him to do.

“Man I may be,” He chuckled warmly, cut off by a scratchy cough from the nicotine of cigarettes he was so hopelessly addicted too. “Uncertainty is still a given.”

Bunji tugged at the ends of his jacket and shrugged it off, causing the jacket to fall right behind his backside. You looked up at him, brows creased with a worry you haven’t felt in a long time for anyone.

“I-..” You paused, not knowing what to say. Usually words came so easily to the wolfish man as it came to you. Partners-in-crime was a lightly worded way in accordance to knowing one another.

Knowing him.

Suddenly you felt a warm hand patting the crown of your head, looking up, it was Bunji giving you the most reassuring smile he had ever done. Least of all toward you in particular.

Yet it was caught off by a hiss leaving his throat, Bunji heaved a heavy sigh and leaned back against the wall. “S’was never your fault.”

“But still.”

His eyes flickered over to you, tired and worn out—killing was something he didn’t mind doing. Yet it was all he had even done since the dawn of the goddamned day he became a part of the Big Four.

The Wolf was always, always alone. You were disproving of this, walking through the darkness and clutching onto the maw of a diseased ridden corpse, a walking dead man. Cracks and stone crumbling away to reveal the man you had fallen in love with.

In the lowest whisper possible, something you never would’ve imagined to be heard; it simply felt like thorns and crawled in and twisted your heart.

“I’m.. not a guy that likes being alone.” You frowned at this for a moment, allowing your hand to crawl over to his you started rubbing soothing circles into his weathered flesh.

“Despite being told as this tall-tale killer where whoever works with you ends up all being dead but you?” You joked, only meaning to lighten up the mood. Bunji scoffed at your words, cracking a grin.

“I’m not a fan of people, but you..” He leaned toward, stopping for a moment to see if he had your permission to be in your space. You nodded, to which he had leaned closer now.

Letting his large hands wrap around your waist, Bunji pulled you in.

“Kuga…shira?” You squeaked out, a little surprised but was more then happy to reciprocate the hug.

“Bunji,” He spoke out in a warm gruff tone, sighing for a moment as he revealed in your touch.

“People I care about the most call me Bunji.”

#gungrave #gungrave x reader #bunji kugashira #bunji kugashira x reader #bunji x reader #gungrave imagines #kugashira bunji #idk what i was doing #male x reader #i hope you like it #and I hope I did him justice lmao

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"I will not let you slander me by saying you are a better kisser. That's why it's great that we have a third person to be a referee." + Skull x Matt x Billy 👀

Short version. Bigger version will be posted as soon as I edit it...again.

“Use his mouth for your cum, but don’t you dare put your cock in him. Just cum on his tongue---come on, Eugene, reach a little. Good boy.”

Pale hands held firm and tight to Matt’s thighs as much as Skull was able, Matt’s own hands keeping Skull in perfect centrifugal ease and motion on his sparrow bone hips. He only slicked in and out of Skull’s in centimeters, but it was enough to get him to do as Matt bossed and requested.

Skull’s eyes were more focused on the dim lightbulb above the bathroom stall than on Billy’s face, but the Blue Ranger was under the impression that it was more so he could keep his attention diminished than because he didn’t want to look at the shiny pink cock less than an inch from his tongue. Billy was left with the impression that the two had played this game before and while he was delighted to be a part of it, he was really chafing at not being in control (a new feeling outside of battle when Jason and Tommy were away, to be sure).

The feeling ebbed sideways into ‘unimportant’ though; Billy let out a moan as he came, one hand cinched in Eugene’s hair and the other steadying his cock as the white burst and slicked out, out, out along his tongue and down his throat and speckled his upper lip.

One of Matt’s hands wrapped pointedly and tight around Skull’s throat, middle finger reaching up and curving over his bottom lip and teeth, stalling any other motion; the order on his mouth directed at Billy along with his deep brown eyes circled with acid green, “Now get down on your knees and suck him off, Billy. He’s close, he’s so close. And he tastes so good.”

Billy was almost certain that the noise in his ears wasn’t real. A sort of echo of ice breaking in the Arctic, fine lines like screaming, or maybe wolves growling in heat so late in the season that it was ridiculous and the feeling of starving was directed in the wrong way.

But it didn’t matter as his knees hit the tiled floor much too hard (ranger strength, ranger strength with him not paying attention), cracking the tiles outward as his hands clutched and rubbed at Eugene’s ribs, pretty belly button, and gently---desperately---yanked the desperate weeping cock into his mouth.

Matt took the moment Skull groaned so pretty to tilt his head over towards himself and stick his tongue into the messy, slack, drool and cum filled mouth, the smile on his lips making it a little awkward in execution, but it didn’t really seem to matter to either second or third party.

All the stimulation, feeling so full and loved (despite being in a public school washroom, one hour before the final bell rang, completely aware that they were all in for it if someone caught them) had Skull squirm like a worm on a hook, hands flailing for purchase in Billy’s straw pale hair and Matt’s bicep as his back went curved and rigid; legs shaking and just the best noise coming up and out into Matt’s mouth as he came.

The squirming didn’t let up and Matt came nigh immediately after, hot and thick white coating the inside of Eugene’s ass while Billy swallowed and swallowed and savored Skull’s seed still pouring as he wriggled and shook and went limp as a ragdoll. All the attention, four hands and two mouths and filled up at both ends... It made Skull feel spoiled.

(Matt and Billy mentally agreed, without words and with that weird bond all Rangers seemed to have on the same team, that was precisely the point.)

* * "You do realize how ridiculous you both sound, right? And this is coming from me, the guy who follows Bulk around to record monster fights with the Rangers and wander through the wreckage to interview terrified civilians in the aftermath."

"How? It's just general workplace kind of betting."

Well stone eyes stared at Matt resting his hands on his hips, entirely too confident in that statement and could not resist the need to pop his bubble of assuredness.

"No it isn't."

Billy nodded at Skull's deadpan a lot faster than Matt probably appreciated, "No it isn't, but I did take offense to Matt's impression that he is a better kisser simply because he has more dating experience than I do. Kimberly is, I'm sure, perfectly adequate in this, but that's about it."

"You've never even dated anyone!"

"Which by no means implies I haven't engaged in more carnal aspects of life."

"....I think you're getting a little off track here," Skull interrupted with all the good nature of a nervous kindergarten teacher corralling five years olds that couldn't agree on whether butterflies or moths were better and had gone on the offensive with markers against each other in retaliation, "I get the whole trying to one up each other...thing. But why ask me to be the judge of your kissing abilities?"

"Because we trust you to be honest and...well," neither Billy nor Matt seemed willing to look Skull in the eye, rather, focused on how his hair was obviously without gel, he wasn't much bothering to wear the protective leather with the sharp spikes like he usually did, and he'd lost ten pounds since the Eltarian Invasion. They both also chose not to mention how desperate Bulk seemed lately to get Skull's spirits up after being bowled over by the reality of his last relationship being almost entirely a lie, "You have...more experience."

"Yes, that," Billy almost choked, attempting to ignore a sudden need to glare at Matt with eyes glowing at mid day like the Big Bad Wolf at a suddenly very awkward Dragon that realized how much of an utter loser/idiot he was.

The moment was still, Skull absently chewing his gum for a moment as he himself did in fact notice the glaring and the rare show of Matt being unsure of himself while Billy looked exasperated with the entire situation.

Ultimately, Skull shrugged and swung his backpack over his shoulder as he continued back down the library steps, "Sure, why not."

"R...Really?"

"Not like I have anything better to do, short of a monster attack requiring recording. Just text me the when and where."

#boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #ggpr #matt cook x eugene skull skullovitch x billy cranston #ask fill #prompt fill #mature | sexy times

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twilight-orchid · 3 years

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How The Demon Brothers React After Fighting With Their SO

tw: some angst with resolution at the end, mentions of past arguments, insecurity.

Lucifer:

This man is petty as hell.

He doesn’t do the silent treatment, but he acts like you aren’t dating.

If you need to work on something together, you’re a co-worker.

At RAD you’re a classmate.

Around the house you’re just a housemate.

His poker face is immaculate and it will not crack when you’re around.

If someone didn’t know what was happening, they’d probably think you two barely knew each other.

However, you won’t notice, but as soon as you look the other way his eyes are on you.

He’s used to arguing with his brothers and is no stranger to explosive fights that end with he and the other person not being on speaking terms.

But you’re different.

He tries to go on with business as usual, but he can’t think about anything other than how much he misses you.

Yet, he lets it continue because he just can’t put his pride aside and apologize.

If you decide to sleep in your old room it’ll both hurt his feelings and royally piss him off.

He thinks you’re being childish and will be pretty rude about it, but that’s because internally his blood just ran cold.

It adds a degree of seriousness to the argument that he’s uncomfortable with.

Yes he’s mad, but he can’t lose you.

If you still sleep in his bed, he makes sure to scoot over to the very edge so he doesn’t cuddle you in his sleep.

In fact, the first night after the argument he’d probably put a pillow between you just to really punctuate the fact that he’s still upset.

I’d say it could go 4 days to a week tops without you making up.

After a point though, he just can’t function until the issue is resolved. He can’t sleep, he’s falling behind on his work, and he’s just generally not doing well.

You get called to his office one night and find him at his desk surrounded by piles of paper, disheveled and exhausted.

“MC, come sit down. I’d like to talk this through. Please.”

Mammon:

He’s so dramatic.

You dare defy him? The Great Mammon can’t believe this tiny fragile human would have the audacity.

The theatrics are just a front though.

His ‘The Great Mammon’ act is a mask for his insecurity, one he hasn’t had to use with you in awhile.

Even as the words leave his mouth he regrets them.

He’s going to be very uncomfortable with everything until the argument is resolved, but most of all himself.

He’s learned not to take his brothers too seriously when they toss insults his way, but words have a way of morphing to belief over time.

Internally he is going to be super hard on himself.

Regardless of if the fight was his fault or not, he’s going to kick himself constantly for making yet another mistake.

He’s over the argument pretty fast. The anger quickly melts into anxiety.

Are you going to leave him? Do you hate him? Did he hurt your feelings?

That being said, he doesn’t know if you’re still mad and he doesn’t know how to ask.

As a defense mechanism, he defaults to how he treated you when you first arrived in the devildom.

Calls you human, disregards you, stuff like that.

If you decide to sleep in another room, before midnight expect him to be knocking on the door.

“Oi, MC. You awake? I just - I can’t - *sigh* Can we talk about this?”

If you sleep in his bed, he makes a point of sleeping with his back to you.

Less because he’s actually mad and more because he doesn’t want his image of you as he drifts to sleep to be a look of anger.

Though as soon as he passes out he’ll roll over and tuck you into his arms on instinct.

I’d say any after effects of an argument with Mammon would be resolved in a day, maybe two tops.

Leviathan:

Arguing activates his trolling the forums mode.

Goes back to calling you a normie and contradicts everything you say.

He’s less mad about the argument and more using the bitterness to cope with how upset he is.

He feels like a break up is less of an if and more of a when.

Why would someone as amazing as you settle for weird otaku like him?

Honestly doesn’t understand why you’re with him in the first place, so when there’s a serious argument he assumes its over.

Tbh don’t know how you and Levi would sleep together being that I doubt two could fit in a tub, but any deviation to your routine sends him into a panic.

It’s his reality check that the situation is serious and he needs to fix it NOW.

He’d have trouble apologizing in person. He can’t think of what to say, he stumbles over his words, and he feels like he’s on the verge of a panic attack.

Instead, expect a long ass text message.

He says how sorry he is, how much he misses and loves you, and legit begs you to forgive him.

If you sleep with him like normal, he’ll probably try to make up after laying there for awhile. His mind is going a million miles an hour and there’s no way he can sleep.

Still really has trouble verbalizing how he feels, so give the poor boy a break and take over the conversation.

He hasn’t had a serious relationship before and he doesn’t know what he should do to make it better.

So the after effects will last however long it takes him to read several mangas, watch some anime, and play a few games to see how the characters get over arguments in the story.

Satan:

Satan makes sure not to fight with you over minor issues.

He’s worked tirelessly to tame his wrath and he refuses to feed into it over a minor issue.

Thus, if you fight with Satan it’s a major argument and it’s explosive.

The aftermath isn’t much better.

He doesn’t want to risk blowing up again, so he’s frighteningly calm.

He’s an absolute master of the silent treatment.

He won’t say a word to you until he’s certain he’s calmed down enough.

For the first few days he’ll straight up leave a room if you enter.

For a good while the only way you can expect to communicate with him is through his body language and the expression in his eyes.

Satan’s biggest fear is losing control and lashing out at you.

He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you and he can’t stand the thought of you being afraid of him.

He’s a whirlwind of emotions, so he isolates himself until he can figure out how to deal with it.

Not just from you, but from everyone else too.

Satan will not share a bed with you for at least the first night.

If he got worked up enough to actually fight, it’s gonna take him time to simmer down.

And he’d rather not risk doing or saying something he regrets in the meantime.

Once he’s ready, he’ll approach you when he’s completely calmed down and has thoroughly analyzed the situation.

He’s considered both of your sides, tried to pinpoint what caused the disagreement to turn into a fight, and made a plan of action to prevent it from happening again.

“MC? I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what happened. Would you please talk it through with me?”

He won’t apologize for the argument if he feels like he was right, but he will apologize for letting the disagreement escalate into a fight.

Satan could go weeks without making up if necessary, but he tries to resolve it within a couple of days.

Asmodeus:

Wants to give you the silent treatment, but is physically incapable.

He can’t stand to have you ignore him.

He’s the type to go back to normal then suddenly remembers you guys had a fight.

“Wait, no! I’m not talking to you! I’m mad at you!”

His biggest downfall is that he’s so stubborn.

If he thinks he was right, he will die on that hill.

There are arguments with his brothers that happened a thousand years ago and he could still tell you exactly why he was right.

But with you, he realizes that doesn’t matter too him nearly as much as it usually does.

If it means going back to normal, he’ll forget who’s right or wrong.

If you sleep in another room, he’s beyond offended.

“What?! Well fine! I don’t want you in my bed anyway!”

Laying in bed alone is a different story though.

He can’t sleep. All he can think about is you. Your face when you sleep next to him, your smell, the feeling of his arms around you.

He 100% cries.

Finally goes and knocks on your door with wet, glossy eyes.

“MC? Can we talk about this? I can’t get my beauty sleep and my tears are wiping off all of my skin care lotion!”

Will throw himself into your arms before you can answer.

If you sleep next to him still, he rolls over and watches you sleep.

It puts him at peace and he decides seeing your sweet, resting face every morning is worth more to him than the argument.

He’ll initiate the conversation the next morning.

I think Asmo could make it a few days if it was a really serious argument, but he will not function well until you make up.

Beelzebub:

Wants to make up immediately.

He doesn’t like to argue, even less so with you.

Whether he was right or wrong, he blames himself. He’ll take all the blame in the world if it makes you happy.

He’ll go make you your favorite food and bring it to you.

If he thinks you don’t want to talk to him, he’ll leave it outside your door and text you to let you know it’s there.

He’s honestly devastated if you decide to sleep in another room.

You guys migrate to your old room when you want privacy from Belphie, but you almost never sleep separately.

Seeing you grab your pillows and march out of the room nearly stops his heart.

He goes completely numb and silent as he just stares at the space you had just occupied.

Like Levi, he thinks this means the relationship is over and he genuinely does not know what to do with himself.

He can’t even bring himself to eat, he just wants to lie there, lost and trying to grapple with his emotions.

He’s another one who will absolutely cry, but unlike Asmo he will make sure no one knows it.

If you still sleep in his bed, he’s very nervous about it.

He doesn’t know if it’s okay to touch you, what he can or can’t say, stuff like that.

He just lays there stiff as a board not even able to close his eyes.

Honestly the fight would probably have to be resolved before bed. His anxiety just can’t take it.

I don’t think he’d initiate the apology. Not because he doesn’t want to make up but because his confidence is rock bottom in these situations.

He catastophizes and honestly thinks you hate him.

If you don’t initiate the apology soon, Belphie will. He can feel what his twin won’t say, and he knows Beel won’t approach you about it for fear of making it worse.

Belphie will lock you two in a room if that’s what it takes for you to make up.

Belphegor:

The embodiment of if looks could kill.

He won’t talk to you, won’t look at you, basically pretends you aren’t there.

If he must interact with you he’ll roll his eyes and sigh the whole time.

Tries to sleep through any interaction so he doesn’t have to deal with it.

He feels almost betrayed by the fight.

He thought the relationship was stronger than to have such a huge divide, so he’s really insecure about it.

After the first day, the anger has melted away to guilt.

He ‘s not guilty that you fought, but he is guilty about how he treated you after.

Guilt and self-blame have become unwelcome friends at this point. Guilt over Lilith, over his plans to destroy the human world, everything.

But more than anything else, the guilt for the fact that he attacked you weighs on him every day.

He moved past it quickly after, essentially pretending he hadn’t killed you, but that’s because he just couldn’t confront what he’d done.

He feels like the luckiest demon alive that you forgave him, let alone opened you heart enough to love him, and now it’s all in tatters.

Another thing to regret.

If you decide to sleep separately, it’ll hit him like a bag of bricks.

“You - what? Where are you going?”

It’ll take him a second to process what you were doing, but then he’ll roll over and let you leave.

“Fine. Don’t let the door hit you.”

No one will see him for awhile.

Belphie sleeps all the time anyway, but he just can’t make himself get out of bed.

If you don’t approach him to apologize, Beel will tell you that he’s been nauseous and randomly emotional which must mean his twin is coping very badly.

Will beg you to go make Belphie happy again.

If you sleep in his bed still, the argument will be resolved by morning.

He can’t keep himself from embracing you in his sleep, and it’s hard to say you’re mad at someone when you wake up in their loving arms.

It’s hard to pinpoint how long it could last with Belphie. If you don’t apologize first, he won’t let himself be conscious long enough to approach you.

This is both my first hc post as well as my first obey me post so I’m sorry if le boys are ooc. I just got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here we are. Especially Belphie, he was hard to me for some reason. Let me know if you guys agree or disagree and if you want to send a request or ask, my box is open!

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sunflowergyeomie · 3 years

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can you handle it?

sypnosis: jeonghan is a real pain in the ass, we all know that. he always seems to get you to do things you never agreed on doing, you try not to fall for them though. what if one day you accidentally fall into his trap and give in, without knowing at all?

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (vagina bearing)

genre: established relationship, fashion design student!au, architect!au, smut (18+ only)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: profanity, m!dom, degradation, lots of cum play, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, size kink?? if you squint

a/n: bcos the irl girl version of jeonghan (aka my devil angel twin) @shuajeong told me "there aren't any fics of jeonghan lately", thus ✨this is written purely for you and your pain 😘 i have to say though, this isn't my best work :( i kept going back and forth and i rewrote and changed things at least three times so 😖😖 (i'm lowkey done with it so i'm sorry i tried, i really did) please forgive me.

Challenge?

Oh, it’s a challenge, alright.

Annoyed is what it is, lips pressed tightly together as you sink in the indescribable feeling. That’s what was currently happening seeing how there is a huge load of cum in your panties – an ignorant aftermath of your quickie with Jeonghan this morning before he drove you to class.

He even had the nerve to question how long you could stay like that for the entire day. You took that as him asking for a challenge and having been with you for a while now, Jeonghan knew you were never one to back down from them. Having basked in the afterglow of sex sure made you think anything was possible – or more accurately speaking his dick just made you dumb.

Now that it’s almost noon, you’re absolutely starting to regret the choice you’ve made, especially when you’re sitting halfway through your second lecture for the day, simply feeling that load threatening to spill out from the cotton panel, onto your inner thighs and slowly ooze down your legs.

Multiple calls of your name put a halt to your thoughts. A hand waves across your face while your eyes focus and refocus as the silhouettes come into sight. Your friends, Mingyu and Minghao are both staring at you, confusion etched across their faces, anticipating an answer from a question one of them probably asked. But in all honesty, you couldn’t recall the subject matter, nor did you give a shit about their issues because your main concern at this time is to get the hell out of there. “Oh, huh? Oh yes, sorry, yes, I’ll absolutely do that.”

A little laugh escapes from Mingyu’s lips while Minghao frowns. “I said.. What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, “You have a weird look on your face.”

“Are you not feeling well?” Minghao chimes in. “We can take n-“

“I’m fine, guys. Just a little tired,” You brush off, not wanting to go too deep into whatever you were currently feeling. It’s not that the guys weren’t close to you. In fact, they grew to be one of the closest ever since freshman year when all three of you showed up in the same pattern drafting class, wary looks on everybody’s faces in a new environment. Since the fashion department itself is small with only a few hundred students enrolled, it also meant that classes were taken with familiar faces, rarely is there a fashion student you haven’t seen before. Not to mention you were always being grouped in numerous projects and that’s how the three of you came to be. Both of them knew of your relationship with Jeonghan, of course, but there’s just some things that are better off left unsaid even if they are your best friends.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the both of them stealing glances at you every now and then. Even though they didn’t buy your excuse, Mingyu and Minghao knew better than not to bug you about it so throughout the whole three-hour lecture, you could just sense their concern emanating off their bodies. Adding on to your growing anxiety, making you more on edge, terrified that at any moment they would catch a glimpse of whatever dirty secret you were holding in – quite literally. Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text.

[12:03 PM]

you: I can’t take this anymore.

hannie: what’s wrong, princess?

You groaned, exasperation coating your breath. Was he playing dumb?

you: you know what I mean, han.

hannie: and what about it?

hannie: if I recall correctly, weren’t you the one who practically begged me to cum inside of you? Was just doing what you asked me to, princess :)

Scoffing in disbelief, you ignore his message, tossing the device straight into your bag, now furious at yourself for agreeing to it.

Stupid dick.

You weren’t even that horny this morning.

The cement walkways on campus greet the three of you as you step through the warm breeze. The sun shining through every leaf on the tall oak trees above you signal the firsts of many beautiful days now that summer is just around the corner. The bright weather is a big contrast to your dampening mood as your feet slowly drag along the blocks, leaving a gap between you and your friends while you try to keep up. You weren’t too keen on walking too fast right now. One wrong shift and you could be at risk of having Jeonghan’s gooey, semi-translucent, and not-so-warm release pooling down from underneath your mound. The two paid no attention to you though, they’re happily chatting about lunch options and the next possible location for studying afterwards. Not that you were going to join them anyways, not until you get the mess in between your legs situated.

“How about donkkaseu?” Mingyu turns around to ask, head whipping back mid-sentence to look at you, only to turn around and see that you’re already gone. His head turns left and right, trying to find you in the crowd of students, squinting his eyes for even a glimpse of your backpack but you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where’d she go?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Minghao gives him a pointed look. “Jeonghan.” He says bluntly.

Jeonghan works downtown, a full hour away from your university. He was a busy man, well-equipped with knowledge and never failed to take pride in his work, no matter what it was. Your boyfriend was a well-wanted individual – not only with people who desperately wanted to be in his inner circle but also in his field of work with the numerous clients fighting for a slot in his schedule. Jeonghan has never-ending project proposals, spending most of his hours reviewing alterations and redevelopments on his building designs – a perfectionist, you often say or an obsession as others might call it. Knowing how serious his job was to him, you made sure not to meddle in with his profession, seeing how much it irritated him whenever he couldn’t concentrate, but this time was different – and you couldn’t hold yourself back from making the journey. You bow as you greet the secretary at the front desk. She takes one look up from her screen and already knows who you’re here for, immediately telling you of your boyfriend’s whereabouts while you nod back in thankfulness.

Pushing the heavy doors to Jeonghan’s office, the first thing you notice were his eyebrows deeply furrowed upon his face, a definite telltale to the attentiveness of the task in front of him. A few coworkers were surrounding him, each hovered over what seemed to be like another one of his drawing plans. At the click of the doorknob, Jeonghan’s head perked up when he saw you enter. A smile threatens to pull at his lips, but he bites them to prevent the joy from appearing. He’s been waiting for you all day. Having expected you to cave in earlier so he could have an excuse to take a long break. The current deal he was working on was getting to his head even though he’s gone over it a couple times already. He just needs a reset, a breather of some sort, … a release. Jeonghan fakes innocence however when he asks why you’re here. Simultaneously, his brain has already got his fingers wrapped around the string – pulling once, twice, three times, officially starting the internal mischievousness in him. A devious idea accelerating right before your very own eyes.

You furiously start making your way towards him, hair flying in all directions, nostrils flared in annoyance, your cheeks flamed red from built-up anger since the early morning you got to school, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You were a hot-tempered mess, you knew that but god, all he could think about was how beautiful you look. The way your eyes are rounded with the curvature of your nose bridge, adding on to the natural tint to your soft lips. Your lips that pout ever so slightly whenever you want something, your lips that taste like a mixture of yourself and that artificial strawberry-flavoured chapstick you apply every morning, your lips he so badly wants to feel against his own.

Your voice cuts through, interrupting his trance. “Excuse me, can I speak to you privately for one second?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan grins, dropping the pen as his hands start pushing his body up from the plush chair, quickly dismissing his staff with a wave of the hand. They take a hint as one by one, each of them starts leaving. He stands up, arms already going around your waist to pull you close, “Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, head tilting as his hands are already reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

You open your mouth to spew words, anger bubbling in letters as they boil up to the back of your throat but all of which dies down when the fire is turned off. Blocked off after the door is shut behind the last person when his demeanour takes a turn and switches a whole 180 degrees. His plan finally comes into action as his acting skills gear up. Licking his lips, his hands drop as he takes a step closer to you, hovering over your tiny figure. He’s finally got you where he wanted you in the first place. His eyes peer down from the lenses of his wired glasses, “Don’t you know better than not to interrupt me while I’m working?” He pauses. “What do you think my staff will think if you’re here for too long?” The back of his fingers gently trails down your face, almost feather-like as you try to press your face against his palm, leaning more into his touch.

“Guess you couldn’t keep it in, huh? I always knew you were a little slut.” Jeonghan tsked, “Was my cock not enough that you needed a second filling? It’s only been a few hours, darling.”

He starts walking back to his desk, hands going into his pockets as he leans against the edge. It shouldn’t have intimidated you, the way his eyes bore into yours but you gulped anyways, a feeling of excitement stirring in your lower abdomen as you clenched around nothing. You opened your mouth to retaliate, only for it to be shaped like what seems like a silent ‘o’. One of his eyebrows raise, a silent gesture for you to come.

Out of habit, your legs start moving obediently on their own until they reach the fronts of Jeonghan’s dress shoes. Tracing the outline of his long, toned legs hidden underneath the carob brown material of his trousers, you couldn’t help catching onto the small details of the garment. The modern leg-lines seamed in to elongate his legs, waistband wrapped around his torso showcasing his slim but strong build, the button with its holes as imaginary eyes and a crossed thread disguised as lips silently screaming ‘open me, open me!’.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to tear your eyes away from his lower half to look at him. “I thought you came here to say something, but I can practically see the drool coming out of your pretty little mouth, staring at my cock.”

“I-“, He spins you around, positions changed now that you’re the one leaning against the desk. Jeonghan dives his head to capture your lips with his. You’re taken by surprise as a gasp escapes from your mouth while he takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip; full of need and desire, desperate to let out his frustrations. All your effort is focused on keeping up, molding your mouths together. Your anger is now replaced with lust. His hands are moving down to grip your ass.

Your breath hitches when his lips start trailing down your jaw, gently nibbling the soft skin on your neck before travelling down the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t bother trying to take off your top, opting to unbutton the first few, just enough to expose your lacy bra. Slipping underneath one cup to carefully knead your honey soft skin before latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking gently but firmly. You whine as he hoists you up and places you on the surface, his face never detaching from your soft and full chest as he quickly pulls your pants off, leaving you in just your soaked panties.

“Maybe it was a good idea to leave my cum in you,” Jeonghan’s fingers hook onto the waistband. He smirks before pulling them down completely, stopping mid-thigh. “Easier to prepare.”

A trail of your slick follows as his digits spread your pussy, using his middle finger to slowly drag up your wet slit. His other hand is gripping your thigh when he reaches down in between, scooping the leftover cum from the previous session and forcing it back into your pussy. You watch with wide eyes only to have them roll back completely when he finishes by stuffing them all the way into you, resulting in a loud moan.

“P-please”

Jeonghan chuckles, satisfied by your reaction. He had you beckoning at his every move yet you were sure the satisfaction still wasn’t enough for him, not just yet. He pulls his fingers out to strip himself of his own pants, popping his member out. The hand with the fingers that were just inside of you is now rubbing all over his cock, using the little beads of precum along with a bit of your slick to pump himself.

Jeonghan’s cock is pretty, like the boy himself. He’s not too big or too small but he knows his angles and he knows how to use them right. Every time the two of you get intimate, which is quite often, his thrusts are sharp, clean and reach to the most inner parts of you – something that leaves soreness inside of you for days. But that doesn’t seem to matter whenever the two of you are having hot and steamy sex five days out of the seven weekly.

“You better stay fucking quiet.”

One hand is gripping your waist for extra support while the other is slowly guiding his length into you. The growl in his voice sends another wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness starting to spill and gather down your thighs. His eyes diverted down to pay attention to the way his length was disappearing inside of you. Each stroke covering his manhood with even more of your juices.

“F-ffuck, baby.” He curses under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”

His voice was breathy, almost like a whine before he picks up his speed, splitting your folds with a sloppy rhythm, expecting to chase both your highs before his coworkers come barging back in. Although the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position arouses him, Jeonghan couldn’t risk letting anyone seeing you in your most vulnerable state. Not when you have all the right curves, exclusive only for his viewing.

At some point, his hands start pulling you into him to meet his every thrust, your tits bouncing as you start feeling the delicious new angle he’s ruining you from. The tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix with every stretch. The familiar feeling of tension starts to build as your eyes squeeze tighter, your orgasm is approaching faster and faster. You’ve never wanted to scream his name out loud so badly when he slams once, no, twice into you, releasing the coil sending intensifying waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your tight heat clenching and unclenching around him causing Jeonghan to groan, “Shit.”

“Cum in me.” You insisted weakly. He gives in as he presses himself balls deep, cock twitching as he unloads inside of you, cum shooting in spurts coating your walls in white. The groan emerging from the back of his throat muffled as he quickly smashes his lips onto yours to conceal it. Your muscles move on your own, hiding your own whimper as your lips move together in unison. His body slumps over yours while he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss as a way to say thank you.

In the intimacy of the moment, your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer as the two of you try to catch your breaths. When he lifts his head up, his doll eyes are already staring into your glossy ones. A tender smile spreading across his face, pecking your lips one more time before he slowly pulls out. Straight away, the emptiness is evident as his warmth disappears, your hole gaping while he looks down to appreciate the work done on your ruined pussy.

You feel your panties being pulled back up, now snug on your hips as he lets go of the elastic waistband to hear it snap back on your skin.

“Guess you have two loads to keep in now.” A devilish look covering every inch of his handsome face.

“Jeonghan!” you lunged at him. He cackles maniacally, successfully dodging while you attempt to jump on his back. The blood in your veins starts boiling again, both hands reaching up to cover your face when you realize your mistake for the second time today.

Jeonghan’s dick really did make you dumb.

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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The Match - Part 6

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You deal with the aftermath of your decision.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: There’s a little bit of smut in here, not too filthy though I guess???

A/N: VOILA NO ANGST IN THIS CHAPTER, only tension teehee anyway I hope this doesn’t disappoint and I am looking forward to seeing everyone’s rage about this part lmfaoooo

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

The last time you lost sleep was back in your days at the university, when you were working on your thesis. And that was years ago so now that you were wide awake at two in the fucking morning, it was frustrating you.

What was even more frustrating was the fact that you were up because of a guy, and not just any guy— Bucky Barnes.

You didn't know whether you made the right decision of rejecting him like that, without even giving the relationship a damn chance. But you were right, weren't you? That making it official with courtship was going to make your corporate life a living hell.

Perhaps you were overthinking?

You groaned out loud and sat up on your bed, grabbing your phone from the night stand and opening up your messaging app.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean those things that I said.

Delete, delete, delete.

Can we talk again?

Delete, delete, delete.

I already miss you.

"Really, now?" you chuckled to yourself, albeit sarcastically.

When did you ever chase a guy? Never in you entire life did you put your walls down for a fucking guy. What would make Bucky an exception? Sure, he was rich as fuck and handsome as hell but those wouldn't give him an immunity from your pride.

Throwing your phone under your pillow, you decided to stand by your verdict about keeping things professional between you and Bucky.

The universe seemed to hate you because aside from losing sleep, you also forgot to set your alarms and now you were running late for the mancom meeting. You really had to confront Bucky like that a day before the meeting, huh?

By the time you reached the conference room, the meeting was already in progress. Heads turned to you upon your arrival, the entire room silent as you whispered your apologies. When you looked around, you realized that the only seat available was the one next to Bucky.

Great, just great!

You could feel his eyes on you as you carefully made your way towards him, mumbling another apology for your tardiness before sitting down. You knew how much Bucky hated it when people were late, whether for a meeting or for a rendezvous. The last time you were late, he denied you of your orgasm when he fingered you in his car.

Was he thinking of the same thing now? If not for last night's discussion, you would probably be bent down on his desk by lunch time. You cleared your throat and squeezed your legs uncomfortably, a gesture that Bucky noticed right off the bat.

You crossed your legs and focused your attention on the presentation until you noticed what Bucky was doing beside you. You tried to be discreet when you checked him out through your peripheral vision; he was leaning back against his seat with his legs wide apart. He seemed to be paying attention to the presentation but then he started stroking his chin in a certain way that made you remember all the times he did that whenever he had his eyes on you.

"Mister Barnes? What do you think about this suggestion?" the head of operations asked.

Bucky hummed lowly as he stroked his lower lip, nodding his head in approval before saying in a rough voice, "I like it."

"I like it."

"Like what?" you asked innocently, lifting a curious brow at Bucky when you entered his office one night in a tight fitting skirt with a slit that showed off the garter of your stockings.

You knew that it was going to drive Bucky insane if you walked around the office wearing something so teasing like that. To hell with the HR, you actually received a memo for wearing such at a workplace but whatever. The reward from Bucky would surely be more than enough to make this decision worth it.

"Playing coy now, are we?" Bucky asked, standing up from his seat and then walking over to you.

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

Bucky smirked and kept his eyes on you when he knelt down in front of you, his rough palms sliding against the skin of your thighs before tugging at the edge of your stockings.

"I'll show you what I'm talking about." he said before he bunched up your skirt, licking a stripe against your lace-clad pussy.

You exhaled heavily at the memory and shook your head. Fuck no, you weren't going to give in! You weren't even sure whether Bucky was intentionally teasing you. Nope, definitely not giving in so easily.

You survived the entire day, despite being on the receiving end of Bucky's subtle teasing. That motherfucker was testing you alright, you were damn sure of it. He really went to the pantry during lunch, when you were washing your mug at the sink. And he had the audacity to stand behind you, pretending to be reaching for something from the cupboards.

Janet the snitch was there too! Thank fuck she was preoccupied with her salad and didn't notice when Bucky pressed his crotch against your ass, his breath fanning against your neck when he whispered "Excuse me." in that delicious, rough voice of his.

Thinking that you were finally free to head home, you started gathering your things until you received an e-mail from none other than Bucky. It was a little past seven in the evening already and you've submitted all your reports earlier. What does he want now?

Come see me in my office. Now.

Regards, Bucky Barnes

A surge of electricity coursed through your veins, your entire body going cold and you weren't sure whether you should be nervous or excited. Or aroused, even. You weren't going to lie but you sort of hoped that his e-mail contained another dick pic again, something to let you know that everything was fine between the two of you.

Who were you kidding though, you were the one who asked for this set-up.

You adjusted your skirt and went straight to the elevator, counting the seconds until it reached Bucky's floor. Every step you took towards his office felt heavier and heavier as you neared his door. What does he want?! You couldn't think of anything that he needed to talk to you about.

"Shit. Okay, bitch you got this." you mumbled to yourself before knocking.

Bucky didn't even tell you to come in, he just opened the door and left it ajar as he went back to his seat behind his desk. He seemed agitated but god did he look good. You really needed to get a grip of yourself.

"You need anything, Mister Barnes?" it felt strange to address him like that.

He heaved out a sigh and shrugged, "I'm very disappointed in this report." he said, slamming the folder on top of his desk before looking up at you.

"I don't understand. I followed every instruction and even included charts to make it easier to understand." you explained, slightly offended that he was questioning your hard work.

You worked hard on that report, and he knew how much. Was he power tripping you now?

"That's the thing, you followed every instruction. Sometimes you have to make certain changes, that doesn't mean it's automatically wrong as long as the outcome is the same." Bucky explained.

You narrowed your eyes at him. He was insinuating something and you knew exactly what it was. You preferred not to focus on it and straightened up, trying to play it cool.

"I don't get it." you shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

Bucky heaved out sigh, "Come take a look. I'll show you where you went wrong." he said, raising his eyebrow at you, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

Oh no. Oh fucking no. He was giving you the look. You tried not to falter and maintained your professional behavior. Slowly, you walked around his desk until you stood beside him.

"See this part? Too detailed, I don't need to know about this. I just want to see the results." Bucky explained casually.

"Another thing is the graph you made. It's good, but again, too many details. You see this?" Bucky asked, glancing up at you.

You squinted your eyes, not wanting to stand too close to Bucky. Even from where you were, his perfume was invading your senses. It reminded you of all the times that scent was all that you could smell, especially whenever Bucky was on top of you, fucking your brains out. Or whenever he took you from behind, his face buried into your neck and—

"Are you listening?" Bucky asked.

You cleared your throat, "Yes." you immediately responded.

"Here, take a look at what I'm talking about." Bucky said, casually placing a hand on the small of your back as you bent down to look at your report closely.

It's as if everything happened so fast. You were trying to see what Bucky was talking about when you heard his chair screech against the floor, followed by his strong hands gripping your waist, pulling you down to sit on his lap.

You gasped out loud when you felt his hard cock against your ass. A slight whimper slipped past your lips when Bucky slightly moved, thrusting his hips upward while his hands on your waist kept you still.

"Bucky, fuck I..." you panted.

And then suddenly, the contact was gone and Bucky was pulling you away from him as he stood up. A shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he feigned innocence.

"I'm sorry, I totally forgot. We're supposed to be professional now. That's what you wanted, right?" he asked mockingly, shaking his head and then fixing his suit.

You stood there, gawking at him incredulously at the stunt that he just pulled on you. Did he really just...?

What the fuck?

"Anyway, I want the revised report by my table end of the day tomorrow." he said oh so casually, as if he didn't just pull you down to sit on his fucking lap while he had a damn erection.

He sat back down and continued with his shit as you stood there, disappointed (at yourself actually) and just feeling like a fucking fool.

"I can't believe you just did that." you softly said, turning around to leave.

"Just say you want me and this will all be over." Bucky said.

You looked back at him with a scowl and saw how smug he was staring at you. His lips curled up into a grin, eyes glinting with mischief. You wanted to kiss that fucking smirk off his face, maybe sit on it and ride it until he's out breath, until the skin on your inner thighs burned from how his scruff was scratching against it.

But again, you were too proud to do that.

"Thank you, Mister Barnes. I'll see you tomorrow."

What do you call it when a girl is left high and dry? Is there a female version for having blue balls? You needed to know because that was something you've been going through for two weeks now.

Two fucking weeks.

Since that night in Bucky's office, things have gotten worse for you. Bucky wanted you to give in first and damn, he was giving it his fucking all when it comes to making you cave. The man even texted you a shirtless photo of him at the gym. By accident, he said.

And here you thought that the both of you were going to be professional moving forward.

Bucky always teased you whenever he could, made sure that you'd be reminded of the times you spent together. Whether it was with how he spoke or looked at you, he was subtle but he went all out. One time during a meeting, Bucky started to play with his fucking mouse. His middle finger doing things to his scroll wheel, moving back and forth all the while he was staring at you with a sleazy grin.

As if you needed any more reminder how much his fingers felt so much better against your cunt as compared to your own.

Friday came quickly and you couldn't be more grateful for it. It had been very busy at the office and Bucky was edging you even without having the need to touch you. You needed a break from him, needed some time to yourself and rethink about the certain decisions you made.

You stood by the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor when Mark approached you.

"Been a hectic week huh?" he asked, adjusting the strap of his laptop bag on his shoulder.

You sighed, "Very hectic, thank goodness the week is over." you said with a chuckle.

"Any plans for the night?" Mark asked, turning to you.

You shook your head, "Not really. You?"

Mark smiled widely at you, "No plans either. But I do remember you owe me a night at the bar." he reminded you.

You mentally facepalmed because fuck, you totally forgot about that. Mark wasn't so bad actually, he was kind and seemed like a lot of fun to hang out with. You just...you just weren't attractive to him.

Maybe you should give it a try? Just to keep your mind off of Bucky even for a while. That man was driving you insane, honestly.

"Of course, yeah. I remember." you said with an awkward laugh.

"Do you want to go tonight?" he asked at the same time the elevator doors opened.

Lo and behold, Bucky Barnes was inside as well. Fucking hell.

"Mister Barnes." Mark greeted him before gesturing for you to step inside first.

You saw the look that Bucky gave both you and Mark. Suddenly, hanging out with Mark didn't seem like a good idea anymore. You prayed that Mark wouldn't bring it up anymore, at least, while Bucky was inside the elevator.

It felt like you were being ushered into the pits of hell when you stepped inside. Even with Mark's presence, you felt nervous being around Bucky. God knows what this man could do when provoked.

"Anyway, how about tonight?" Mark repeated his question, much to your dismay.

Bucky was standing behind the both of you and yet you could feel his eyes digging holes against the back of your head. He was waiting for your response.

"Come on, you promised me a date." Mark just had to imply.

Bucky coughed and Mark turned to him all of a sudden, "You ever been to the bar down the block, Mister Barnes?" he asked.

"Yes." Bucky curtly responded.

"They serve the best drinks, right? So come on, let me take you there. You won't regret it. What do you think, Mister Barnes?"

Mister Barnes will fucking whoop your ass, Mark, you thought to yourself. You suddenly started sweating bullets, feeling your armpits dampen beneath your blouse because jesus christ, was this really happening? You just wanted for the ground to swallow you up. Should you pretend to faint instead? Just to get out of this awkward situation?

"Yeah, a promise is a promise. Why don't you let Mike take you out tonight?" Bucky said, stepping in between you and Mark.

Mark made a face, "It's actually Mark, Mister Barnes."

Bucky though, kept his attention on you. His expression unreadable but his jaw was tensed. You were so fucked. And not in a good way. He was trying so hard to stay calm but when you glanced down, his hands were balled into fists.

"What do you say to that date with Martin?" Bucky asked again.

Mark lifted a finger, "Mark." he chimed in again.

"Yeah, whatever Michael." Bucky waved him off with his hand before turning back to you. "So, what do you say?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat and looked past Bucky's shoulder to check on Mark, he didn't seem suspicious though. He looked hopeful, actually. But you pitied him because he just made it to Bucky's list of employees to keep an eye on. Aside from Janet, of course.

"I...um..." Fuck it.

"Yeah, okay. A date it is then." you awkwardly said, forcing out the driest laugh you ever produced in your entire life.

Mark excitedly pumped his fist in the air, "Great! Thank you, Mister Barnes. Guess she just needed a little push." he said.

Bucky feigned a smile and nodded, taking a step back from you. "A little push. Yeah, I guess so."

Finally, the elevators reached the ground floor and you were ready to sprint out of it when Bucky said his parting words.

"You enjoy your date with Marty now. Totally nothing unprofessional about dating a co-worker." Bucky told you and before the elevator doors closed, you saw the scowl that appeared on his face.

Shit.

"Mister Barnes is acting weird, don't you think?" Mark asked as the both of you walked out of the building.

You forced a smile and walked ahead of Mark, "Definitely not weird. You know what? I badly need a drink or two, an entire bottle of tequila maybe so let's just go now."

As if on cue, your phone buzzed and the message that showed up made you want to stop in the middle of the street, lay down on your back and await your demise.

You're playing a dangerous game. Well, two can play at that.

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