#it's insane how he almost never looked at the master with anger or something similar it was always this stare

[ten-simm]

When you kept your best pal imprisoned for a whole year along with his friends while exterminating half of the earth's population in front of him and he is still looking at you like that.

[respectfulkitfistosimp]

The Abode

A Kayn lol x reader fanfic part 6 master list

The walk back to the order was awkward, actually just categorizing it under that word would be an understatement. It was quiet, uncomfortable and full of tension, not even the fun kind of tension, it was the type that would make you look away from your screen when you saw it on TV or the type that would make you so uncomfortable that you'll have to stand up from your seat and take a walk while you consciously breathed away the second hand embarrassment from your system. You couldn't do that though, you could only walk back with those who survived and bite your tongue as to not make any type of remarks, looking away everytime Kayn looked at you or spoke to you. It drove the both of you insane, and not just the both of you but everyone else as well, each time Kayn would say something you would roll your eyes or make a face and as much as the other acolytes found it funny they would rather not deal with a pissed off Kayn, so as a way to fix it when everyone eventually reached the order's HQ they just immediately left for their rooms, it didn't matter whether they had broken bones or not because their plan was to leave the two of you alone, it was almost endearing how people who's job was to kill others could be so understanding of other people's feelings, or rather they just simply didn't want to deal with the whole mess. You obviously protested against it but since no one listened you just simply clicked your tongue and walked to the infirmary, Kayn following right behind you, you just wished he did it silently, bothering you with questions and poking at your arm and shoulder repeatedly until you felt your eyelid pulsate.

—Come on doc, why are you so angry? Did seeing all of that blood make you sick?—he joked, now poking your cheek and officially hitting your limit.

—Why did you kiss me!?—you asked in a mix of distress, anger and light tones of anguish, feeling embarrassed for the outburst shortly after.

—You have been behaving like this just because of that kiss?—he asked with a playful smile, said smile dropping after you nodded, he sighed after—listen, you were just being too loud and I was not in the mood for an earful, that simple.

You clenched your jaw, feeling it pop.

—You never thought about, I don't know, asking me to shut up?—you smiled bitterly.

—They are right, Kayn—you heard a demonic voice talk, one similar to the laughs you had heard on the first day you met him.

You looked at him with eyes wide open in surprise, then remembered who you were talking to and the surprise died down as you let out and exasperated sigh, frankly amazed that this was the first time you had actually heard Rhaast speak and not just laugh.

—Of course I'm right, I'm always right—you pinched the bridge of your nose, starting to get a headache.

—Why are you so worked up over it? It was just a kiss—he said, smirking when it dawned upon him—unless it wasn't just a kiss for you.

You felt warmth rising to your neck and face, not sure whether it was from anger or something else, either way you could feel the gears in your head turning to try and come up with any excuse.

—What do you care if it was or wasn't—you said to buy some time, watching him walk closer and closer to you, not sure whether he was trying to intimidate you or what.

You stood your ground, making a conscious effort not to walk back into the wall, even if the idea of getting backed up was sort of enticing, after all you had a reputation to keep up, what was that reputation exactly? You didn't know but felt as if not getting provoked by his advances was part of it.

—Avoiding the question, I see—he laughed, awfully close to you.

You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering what to do or say. Should you just make a run for it? No, he would obviously catch up to you and make it even more uncomfortable, so should you just admit you've got a massive crush on him? Also no, you would rather die than do that, all of that meant that the only option you had left was to bullshit your way out of this situation, luckily you were a master at it.

—I'm avoiding it because it's a stupid question—you answered, Kayn quirked an eyebrow and you heard Rhaast laugh—it's unethical for a doctor to have romantic feelings for a patient, so yes, it was just a kiss for me.

He sighed and walked back, finally giving you some space as well as giving up, for now. You were also going to add in the fact that he had bad breath but felt as if it was too mean. That was yet another reason why your feelings for him were completely wrong, knowing Kayn he wouldn't care for the ethical part of it but you did, that was the difference between you and him, you had a strong set of morals and ethics that you kept at all times, even if they weren't beneficial for you. You cleared your throat and looked at him up and down, noticing all of the cuts and bruises that could use some more treatment on top of what you did earlier so you pointed with your head towards the direction of the infirmary, Kayn immediately understanding what you meant and following behind you with the slightest bit of disappointment slipping from the turmoil inside of him, weighting in his shoulders as if his emotions suddenly materialized into a bag of cement mix, and you being non the wiser, noticed such weight but thought that it was because he was tired. You started to get a little worried when he didn't make any sort of remarks as you treated him, barely even wincing as you cleaned his wounds, still you made no comment about it as you allowed him to leave immediately after you were done. As he walked back to his quarters the insesant mocking of Rhaast made his blood boil, his fists tightening while some of the veins on his face started to pop, he was obviously angry but he didn't know who he was angry with, maybe it was with himself for being a coward and not following up on his confession, thinking that the kiss, even if it wasn't given in the best moment or in the best way, was enough to show you how he felt, or maybe he was angry with you for being so blind to his advances. Whoever he was angry with mattered less and less as the night arrived, at this point he was starting to get annoyed too to such a degree that all he could do was toss and turn in bed even if he was extremely tired.

You didn't feel to good either, a mix of guilt and shame pooling at your gut and fermenting on it as you treated those who returned from the battle, writing the word "deceased" next to the names of those who didn't return. You sighed as you looked up to the beds of the infirmary, the closed courtains around each bed hiding those who were recovering, you felt slightly optimistic that no one was left without a bed though but still, the weight of those who you had built up a friendship with and didn't return affected your mind and you couldn't help but think about what if one of those had been Kayn, you looked at his name on your notebook and couldn't even fathom how you would feel if you also had to write the word "deceased" next to it. You shook your head and stood up from your chair, recognizing how those feelings weren't healthy for you, you grabbed a piece of paper where you wrote "be back in 5" and left it on top of your desk, leaving the infirmary to make your way to the training ground where Zed was training in the darkness of the night, you extended the report about the losses the order had suffered and the treatments the ones who made it back alive recieved, Zed looked at it for a second before looking at your face, analyzing it, for a man who was also severely emotionally constipated he was frighteningly good at reading other people.

—I understand why you feel that way, believe me—he started—it never gets easy but this is the risk behind our work, mourn those who didn't return but don't let it consume you—he placed one of his hands on your shoulder, something that surprised you—it's also thanks to you that some of them are still alive.

You nodded as you gulped down some of the guilt, thanking him before leaving the grounds and walking back to the infirmary, ready to stay up in case some of your patients needed you but stopping as you started to hear whimpers, your imagination quickly making an immature assumption before the logic set in the it came from one of the rooms, the direction of them coming from behind the door of a room you didn't want to walk inside of. As cruel as it sounded you pondered whether to walk inside or not but ultimately decided to do it, knocking first just in case but since no one answered you just walked inside and came close to the bed, looking at Kayn's shifting body and shiny forehead from sweat, that paired with the noises and blabbering he was making being a clear indication that he was having a nightmare. You put your hand on Kayn's shoulder, shaking it lightly and calling his name, abruptly ending his nightmare causing for his brain to take a second before stopping himself from attacking you out of muscle memory, there where only two people in Runeterra who could wake him up without getting killed, those two being you and Zed.

—Are you okay?—you asked softly, you realized how dumb the question was after speaking it.

Kayn didn't answer, he just nodded, still a bit disorientated.

—Don't lie to me—you scolded him, keeping the soft tone and your hand on his shoulder—you were having a nighmare, a pretty bad one at that—you followed, sitting on his bed—you wanna talk about it? It might help.

He stayed silent for a second before shaking his head 'no', you nodded, not wanting to press on it and make him uncomfortable.

—I understand, but if you wanna talk about it, or just talk about anything I'll be there to listen—you spoke with a warm smile, waiting a second before standing up and starting to walk to the door, being stopped not long after by a tug in your wrist.

—Can you stay?—he asked, looking away from you.

You nodded once more, turning around and getting ready to pull out a chair to sit on it as you waited for him to fall asleep, instead he moved back on his bed, lifting te covers as a clear invite to lay next to him. Your brain stopped working for a second, on the next second you regretted accepting but it was clearly too late to say no, let alone really rude, so you took off your shoes and layed there, so close to the edge of the bed that the slightest movement would make you fall off of it, you heard Kayn mutter a small thank you while yawning before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep shortly after, you didn't know or undertand why something as simple as this could bring him so much comfort yet you were happy that it did, you also were happy that you got to watch the calm expression on his face as he rested, laughing lightly after hearing some light snores come from him. You quickly catched up to the butterflies on your stomach and lovedumb smile on your face and forced yourself to reationalize this situation straight away to stop your heart from beating so fast, thinking to yourself how this was just another way of taking care of his health by helping him get a goodnight's sleep, the night quickly going away as the sun started to shine, casting its light on the room and on your eyebags from not sleeping on the entire night yet again. You wished you could stay a bit longer but you had already spent to much time in his room, leaving the infirmary and your patients unattended, you moved gently out of the bed trying not to wake him up, putting on your shoes and looking back at Kayn before leaving, wondering what he was dreaming about as you walked the hallways.

—You weren't back in five—said Royce, pulling the courtain back as he stared you down once you opened the door, noticing a long, dark hair strand on your clothes and your also dark eyebags.

—I'm sorry—you answered with an apologetic smile, walking up to him—how are you feeling?

[alienisticxo]

Before the Fever - Chapter Nine

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV based}

{A╱N} we’re getting into the thick of it now :’) Chapter 10 is already almost done too! i'm constantly writing- now that were getting to the burn part it’s just exuding from my pores and onto the virtual page. can you believe i've been writing all of this on my phone?! 

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Chapter Nine - Fighting the Same Battle

She trusted me.  

Now that was something I never thought I’d hear her say.  

I tried to make sense of the sentiment, to calm the way I felt when she said it. In a matter of minutes she’d gone from enemy to friendly. There was a sense of relief in that.  

What a new mix of sensation it offered.  

I could only stare at the girl, completely lost for words. I knew being honest was always the correct path despite what the ONI and Halsey may have practiced, but being as blunt as Cortana had been with her seemed to do the trick to get her to understand.  

Why hadn’t I thought to be that way with her before? Well, it was classified then. It was different now. Cortana was right, we were fighting the same battle. Albeit for different reasons, yet somehow they were still similar. She wanted away from the UNSC and all the pain it seemed to have caused her. I…  

Wasn’t sure what I wanted...  

A little more thought brought it around. They caused me more trouble than I ever realized, and I wanted the truth. I wanted to know what this Keystone had to do with myself, my past. I wanted to know who cleared Halsey to do this to us to begin with and why she thought it would be a good idea to polish us into blank canvases to do the heavy lifting for her. I could never bring my parents back. But, I wanted to know who I was, who I could’ve been..  

If there was anyone other than a Spartan who could understand how that felt, I realized then, that it might’ve been {Y/N}.  

Anger surfaced when I thought about how Halsey was to blame for both of us. Remembering that I trusted her, had faith in her my entire life, felt like no one else could ever fill her shoes, only rubbed it in further.  

————

Both Cortana and John looked at me as though I’d just spoken Sangheili to them though I couldn’t exactly read either of their faces. Maybe it was a little insane to see the semblance we now shared; to suddenly voice that I trusted him despite all of the push-back I’d done.

Where it had perplexed me before, The Master Chief’s intense insistence on my revealing what I’d seen and heard on The Covenant ship to Doctor Halsey became clear. He was simply trying to piece together his own history. His own forgotten memories of a life he once had. And it wasn’t just that, but he was dealing with a plethora of feelings, too. How could I blame him for it? I’d dealt with emotion all my life. I was still unsure of it all.

“Where are we going?” I pressed further, though he nor Cortana responded to my last statement.

After a beat, John’s shoulders loosened, his line of sight drifting to another corner of the craft.

“Rubble.”

“What?” I immediately piped up.

“You’ll stay with someone I can trust once I’m gone.”

“No, you can’t send me back there, please. They’ll find me in no time, they’ll–” I cut myself short.

They’ll find Astra, too, I thought instead. Though there was no real reason to take her in, I was afraid they’d use her as a bargaining chip to get to me. I hadn’t given much thought to where I’d end up once all of this was over, but while it was still going strong, especially while we were wanted, I couldn’t go back there.

“It’s what’s best,” John finalized through what sounded like a quiet sigh.

I was too preoccupied with our next location to be concerned with whether or not he still found me annoying. I shook my head, nearly unable to stop as I stood from my own place on the floor, as though I’d be able to run away again.

“I won’t go back there. You can’t leave me there..”

I had no tears left to give, but I could feel my face burning hot with emotion.

“Perhaps.. Given the circumstances, it might not be too far-fetched to head in another direction,” Cortana suggested.

“I already sent Kai to Rubble with The Artifact,” John seemed to remind her, his tone stern.

Though it felt like news to me, I vaguely remembered hearing him tell Cortana about direction back on Reach. I was so dazed, so much in shock, that I hadn’t put two and two together. The Blessed One who belonged to The Covenant popped into my head once more. I could still feel her cold stare burning into my own retinas. My skin crawled. Did she know where to find us? Was our escape going to end up a trap if the Keystone was in either of our hands again?

“Trajectories are changeable,” Cortana started. “I’m sure once she arrives and notices you’re not there—“

“She’ll think I set her up for failure. I can’t do that to her.”

I tried to think of a way to help resolve the issue and still stay away from Rubble. It felt impossible, now dealing with a set of problems that I hadn’t had any experience in. Wrangling disobedient Spartans had to be a task in and of itself. It didn’t make it right, but it was no wonder Doctor Halsey felt the need to suppress them so harshly.

“Maybe.. we go to Rubble,” I began to compromise. “Just until The Keystone is secure. And then—“

“We change course with {Y/N},” Cortana finished for me. “An idea worth considering, when headquarters is more than likely pinpointing and pursuing various locations in the area already. If they manage to grab her, it’s your head on the chopping block later.”

But John looked unamused; more so than usual.

“And when Kai gets back to Reach? Without me there—“

“She’ll deal with the consequences. She’s a big girl, Chief. She can handle herself. She knows you’re not exactly the favorite at the moment, but she took the directive and ran with it without question. I, for one, believe in Kai. She exhibits similar traits as you do. I don’t think it’ll take her much work to avoid any unfavorable outcomes for her insubordination— Especially if Halsey needs her to keep quiet. Which she absolutely does.”

Cortana eyed John, but immediately spoke again. “I can tell what you’re thinking. Another missing Spartan wouldn’t look good for anyone. Doctor Halsey would be better off disappearing herself.”

The cogs were turning in his head, it was visible, but The Master Chief stayed adamant.

“We almost lost her on the field,” John responded, staring back at me instead. He seemed to peel his eyes away again to head back to the front of the ship. “She locked up, panicked. She nearly got herself killed at a critical moment. I can leave {Y/N} with Soren and Kwan. I’m sure they’ll figure it out from there until the heat dies down. Safely.”

I could only stare as the two countered one another. They both seemed to have their reasonings. But it almost hurt to hear that he was just going to dump me back on Rubble like.. nothing. Never to be seen again. I knew I had been the one coming around, my perspective of the Spartan shifting into something more favorable. It was probably silly of me to assume he’d been warming up to me, too. Clearly, it was.

“It was a learning experience,” Cortana began again. “Just look how Kai has handled since! You’re forgetting, if she’s already executed the objective, she’s steps ahead of the credit you’re currently giving her. Odds are she was already in hot water for not showing up with Riz and Vannak when you were in the process of escaping with {Y/N}, anyway. She’s a Spartan, Chief. She’s got more than what it takes.”

It felt nice to have someone on my side, fighting for what I wanted. Though I highly doubted Cortana was doing it for my sake, probably John’s more than anything, it was welcome all the same.

“Please, Master Chief..” was all I could silently utter, my voice lost in their conversation.

I couldn't explain the real reason that I tried to bury; that I didn’t feel safe without him near anymore, especially after the way he’d protected me so readily when we were being chased. Giving into emotion just a little more, it meant something to me. Where I’d often felt as though no one cared, he showed me otherwise just moments ago. And whether it was the hero complex I thought the soldiers maintained or not, I found myself uncaring of that aspect. His humanity continued to shine through with each little gesture. I couldn’t ignore that.

Even if he wanted to leave me back on Rubble. He did mention my safety..

————

When I looked into her eyes, it was almost unnerving, the pleading she was doing with me. Not because it made me uneasy, but because I didn’t know how to give her what she wanted with the best possible outcome.

After everything that happened, how could I deny her the one thing she asked for? I had no other place to take her, to leave her. Especially not one where I knew she’d be safe. I’d only known where previous missions had sent Silver Team. No planet was truly secure.  

I didn’t know why I cared that she’d be safe. I let Cortana’s words roll back around in my head.

‘Smitten.’  

Was that the instinct I felt? I felt compelled to make sure Kwan Ha was in good hands, but this? This was entirely different all the way around. There was no connection with Kwan, just making sure the right thing was done when they’d ordered Article 72 on an innocent person. My first real leap into the world of right and wrong.

But smitten… Smitten was extremely close to ‘love’ and other heavy emotions that seemed too daunting to take on and way beyond my scope. I silently hoped the feeling was controllable when I forced myself to look away from {Y/N} and head back to the cockpit.  

Still, I stopped in the entryway, turning to face her again. There was an odd pull toward her that was suddenly constantly eating at me. I pushed myself to ignore it.  

And for once in my entire life as an armored Spartan, I felt grotesquely monstrous in my Mjolnir— like the demon they all claimed me to be; intimidating when I didn’t intend it. The girl had been shaken enough. She deserved something softer, less imposing. These things we’d dealt with weren’t easy for anyone to handle. I could see the way she still faintly trembled, and our first encounter in the abandoned house on Rubble came to mind. It was surprising to see what she could withstand.

Maybe she would’ve made a decent marine after all.  

“We’ll go to Rubble,” I began, noticing the way her face immediately fell. “And then Eridanus II.”  

Her chest seemed to deflate with a sigh of relief, her eyes closing briefly. It was going to be hell for us both if they found us, but I just couldn’t disappoint her anymore in that regard. That was the only place remotely empty that I knew. I’d decide what to do with The Keystone once we’d settled.

“Cortana, do you have the coordinates to our last locale on Eridanus? My, last locale,” I corrected.  

“Of course,” she said, not missing a beat. “I’ll pull it up.”

Finding my way back into the seat, I let my body relax as much as I could without fighting it. My eyes were heavy, and while that was a rare occurrence, I was beginning to feel the effects of the day. Staring out into the vastness of space, I spoke as quietly as I possibly could when I noticed Cortana had sized herself back down and stood in the same spot on the panel she’d been before.  

“What is this that I’m feeling, really?” I asked.

A smirk placed itself on her features.  

“I’m serious, Cortana.”  

The A.I. dropped her act, holding her hands behind her back and pondering for only a few seconds.

“As I mentioned previously, it could have something to do with the connection you two share over the Keystone. Or…” She lifted her chin just so. “You’ve found some kind of kinship in her. She understands you, and you’ve lacked said familiar biological source for quite some time, if always. It’s possible that alone has your heart racing when you‘re around her. This seems to happen often in humans who are less experienced in the ways of human interaction. Teenagers are more susceptible, for instance, and it’s like what your species would call ‘puppy love,’ if you will. Given your status with the pellet being removed for the first time since adolescence, it’s not an unnatural response.”

“Stop,” I held my hand up. “L—,”

I shook my head, unable to finish the thought.  

“That’s not what this is. It has to be the Keystone.”  

“If you say so,” she muttered through her teeth, clearly unbelieving of my statement.  

I glanced behind my shoulder, noticing {Y/N} had curled herself back up into a ball as far down the ship as possible against the interior, her frame illuminated only by the starlight that poured in through the windows. The sight of her in that position kicked up a sensation of what I recognized to be empathy. It wasn’t as tolerable as I thought it would be.

The previously mentioned ‘hug’ surfaced back into my thoughts.  

“Devil's advocate,” I began again, still quiet, though I was sure {Y/N} couldn’t hear anything past our voices murmuring. “What if that is what I’m feeling?”

“Well, Chief, I’m afraid I can’t help you much in that department. I’m in your neural interface, but your emotions and decisions are your own. How you decide to act on that is entirely up to you. You’ve already tested my limits, remember?”

She cocked a brow.  

Always helpful, this one.  

“I don’t know how to act on it. I don’t.. Does she…”

“Feel the same way?” she questioned, leaning forward to get a better look at me before glancing in her direction, too.  

I stayed silent. I’d never felt so.. juvenile. Even as kids, this kind of subject matter was the furthest thing from our minds.  

“I can’t speak for her. But, the cues I’ve picked up on might insinuate that she isn’t opposed to your presence.”

“Isn’t opposed to my presence,” I snorted indignantly. “You’ve really got a way with words.”

“Oh, I’m the one ruining your idea of love?”  

A scowl placed itself on my features. The word just sounded like it would taste bitter on my own tongue. It wasn’t an idea I had at all. ‘ Love’ was for the marines who’d grown too close over too long of time away from home, fraternization cases waiting to happen. It meant busted ranks. Distractions on duty. It held no place in a Spartan’s world. The closest thing we had was our loyalty to each other— and even when we lost a brother or sister, it was business as usual.  

Until we opened our eyes, of course.

This girl and I, we had no real reason to be engaged in anything of the sort. It didn’t matter to me that this could be a symptom of being repressed for so long. As far as I understood, something that deep that people seemed to value so highly took time. Effort. Energy. All things that had never taken place between us. If I didn’t have an HUD and Cortana, I might not even know her full name. So why did I feel so drawn to her? How could this have happened the way it did? From one minute to the next… It frustrated me above anything else.  

But Cortana seemed to throw the idea around like it was normal. Just another cog in the machine. I didn’t care how much {Y/N} and I suddenly ‘understood’ each other; how beautiful I found her. How unfamiliarly gentle she was when she’d taken my hand into hers..  

I gritted my teeth, shut my eyes; tried to ignore my own thoughts as they escaped me so easily when it came to letting myself think of her.  

The A.I.’s brow furrowed.  

“Your levels….” she trailed off before inhaling and starting up again, more seriously than before. “Chief, I know you have little experience in this, and I’m currently incapable of experiencing emotion in the same way you do, but the only directive that seems right, is to follow whatever your heart and instinct is telling you to do. It seems.. And, correct me if I’m wrong— that you’ve already been allowing it to lead the way without even realizing it.”  

Cortana looked around, indicating our current situation.  

Giving it more thought, there was no correction needed.  

————

I opened and closed my palm, wiggling my fingers delicately as I thought of the way he looked when I took his hand. He looked confused, shocked, almost. I wasn’t sure how to take that, and the moment stuck with me more than I thought it would. While I was embarrassed at my own instinct at the time, I didn’t regret my action. If it offered him any sort of solace, any inkling of kindness, it was alright with me. He didn’t pull away from me, and the thought that maybe he felt similarly to the way I did crossed my mind.

John more than likely hated me at this point with all of the extra stress I caused him and countless others. But all I wanted to do was show him that not everyone was so untrustworthy as the people he dealt with; not everyone wanted to gain something from him, or use him up the way he’d been his entire life. He made me feel safe. It seemed silly, especially given his status— the galaxy’s own protector, but I wanted to do the same for him in any way that I could.

Something told me no one ever bothered to make him feel protected. I was sure it was something he never felt he needed, or even gave much thought to.

The wall I’d built simply because of my own jadedness with the world I knew, seemed to be near nonexistent now. He wasn’t happy that Cortana outed his new experience with life and all it entailed to me, but it made all the difference. It allowed me to rethink the way I felt, to reevaluate my own guarded nature with him.

It wasn’t his fault. I’d had no real experience with a Spartan, just what I’d heard, what I’d seen. How blind I suddenly felt about the entire ordeal.

And I’d had enough time to think about what was happening in the present, sitting curled up in the back of the craft. After a while, it occurred to me that I’d never actually expressed my gratitude for his help. While he’d taken me in to begin with, he was now risking everything to get me as far away as possible.

That also meant something. No one had ever tried to right any kind of wrong with me— whether he saw it that way or not.

Without a sound, I stood from my place and quietly moseyed over toward the cockpit. Remaining far enough away, I wanted to provide the two privacy in whatever conversation they were having. It was clear I didn’t need to be privy to it, and I respected that the best I could within the limited space.

“Master Chief?” I called out– though still quietly, provided the area. He immediately turned around to face me.

The movement was so quick, it almost startled me. It reminded me of someone who was waiting for something awful to happen at any given moment, hoping they’d be able to prevent it. I imagined that must've been how he lived his life, and that tugged at my heartstrings. Never being able to fully relax, never knowing what a moment of peace felt like. While I didn’t have it quite as bad, I knew how that could feel, too.

He stared at me without a word, his eyes intense, waiting.

“I never did get to say thank you,” I spoke softly, almost nervous, now. “For taking me out of there.. I’m not sure what Doctor Halsey was going to do with me after the tests were over, but I can’t imagine it would’ve been good.”

He leaned back a little, as though that wasn’t what he expected from me. I supposed there were going to be a lot of ‘unexpecteds’ between us in the time to come.

Cortana peeked over at him, a hint of a smile on her face.

“And thank you, too, Cortana,” I continued, a hand finding its way to my opposite arm, rubbing absently at a bruise from Halsey’s collection of data.

“Don’t mention it,” she quipped happily.

But John remained stoic, intense. He nodded once vaguely, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re welcome.”

I bowed my head just a bit before turning around to find my place again. I wasn’t expecting some grand speech or show, his response was enough. All I needed was for him to know that I did appreciate his willingness to throw it all on the line for me. But it was what happened next that surprised me most of all.

“Hey,” John breathed.

I stopped, facing him again in slight shock.

A few seconds passed, and with a heavy sigh, he stood from his place, and lifted an arm in my direction.

Confusion was my initial reaction, and he picked up on that quickly, clearly knowing this would be confusing to anyone. His hand then motioned me in for… a hug. His expression still seemed quite disconnected, but I didn’t take it personally. I was sure it had to be hard for him to even offer up the gesture to begin with.

And while I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, I couldn’t help myself. I needed the comfort. I needed to feel something other than fear and exhaustion. I didn’t want to think that I may have needed some part of him, too. That would’ve been a scarier realization to come to that I wasn’t sure I was ready for, either, especially so soon.

I nearly ran into his arms, uncaring of the bulky, cold metal that encased him. His strong arm latched around my small frame, squeezing gently— so gently in fact, that I wondered if he thought he’d crush me otherwise.

I’d never felt so delicate, and it was even more amusing that the sensation surfaced in the arms of a fully armored Spartan.

But I finally let go.

Melting completely against The Master Chief, I stood, my arms squeezing around his immovable build until they were sore, tears I didn’t know I had left streaming between the rough alloy and my skin. I felt his arm tighten, the other moving to wrap around me in turn as my body shook gently. He must’ve decided my breakdown in his arms was worth the entire embrace.

I couldn’t look up at him, couldn’t try to read what he was thinking or even begin to explain myself. All I could do was feel an insurmountable amount of emotion like a million waves breaking over the shore. And while there was no body heat between us, no extra detail to the touch we shared, it was more than enough.

It was genuine. It was all I needed.

My collapse was no longer just about recent events, but the entirety of my life and how derailed it had become over time. It all tied in together. From being left on Rubble as a child, to being here now, with John. I’d stolen the Keystone, I’d brought this upon myself. But it all seemed intertwined, connected. As though maybe fate had brought me here. To learn about my parents, to help him learn about himself. I was tired, stressed, feeling unstable in more ways than one. He had to be, too. I didn’t care how strong he was or what wars he’d fought and won. There was no way he wasn’t. All of these events had become very, very personal.

There wasn’t another word shared between us, just my sniffling and quiet sobbing that I was unable to control. Typically, I would’ve been slightly mortified to be seen in such a way. But in the mess we were in, there was no room for that. We were fighting the same battle now, just like Cortana said. For the time being, we only had each other. I needed his hug like I needed air— and it hadn’t even occurred to me until it happened.

His hand began to rub my back ever so slightly— he seemed so cautious, so careful for being so large and menacing the green titanium, riddled with dents and pings from our escape. In the midst of it all I tried to put myself in his shoes, to really understand the gravity of just how much he was dealing with, just how much he was possibly losing over me and his mission to search for himself. The bullets he took and the fists he’d faired, the plasma he’d dodged and the reputation he’d garnered.. and not just recently, but for as long as he could remember.

For just a brief moment, while I knew he meant to comfort me, I wondered who the embrace was really for.

-x-x-x-

Tags: @grimistangel​

[spidernana]

Day 3: Secret

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34214341/chapters/85234534

Once upon a time, there was a mountain.

This mountain was a lonely one, standing apart from the distant range of similar peaks in the distance, casting its shadow over the city of men that lay at its foot. It was surrounded by dense forest, deep lake waters, and a slowly melting glacier, its rounded, ancient top dusted with snow and its base lined with an aged but well maintained barbed wire fence. The fence had signs posted along its perimeter that declared it private property, but in truth, the mountain, the forest, and all its secrets belonged to no one.

The signs were there because of what lay beneath the rocks and the roots. The fence and its barbs tried to hold back adventurous souls from climbing the lonely mountain, in the hope that no one else would go missing, because among its dark and aged trees, within the many caves and deep shafts that dotted the cliffs and wending paths, many people had disappeared and never been found. The mountain was considered dangerous, perhaps even cursed, and likely riddled with hungry mine shafts determined to swallow up the unwitting.

The mountain had never been mined. There was no curse on those ancient grounds. No... there was instead a history, long forgotten, buried deep within the dormant volcano itself. There was a people, ash and dust, imprisoned there and left to rot. There was an old and consuming shadow, still wandering the halls and paths below, that hungered for release.

All else had perished. Scattered to the winds, so much power given to the hands of one who dared not ever return to, or even look upon, the mountain ever again. He had abandoned his world entirely, for a time, caught up in the games and caprices of warring gods and petty, fickle creators, and hadn't thought of the magickless world even once as he had explored the multiverse and seen sights beyond compare.

He returned now, though, half a world away from that forsaken and hollow mountain, stepping into being as the air about him snapped and crackled with his dark master's power, lent him for the sake of spreading Nightmare's shadow across all worlds. He shrugged twice, settling a stained and aged blue jacket back evenly onto his broad shoulders, and crooked his head side to side as he shook the remaining dregs of the Void from himself, cracking the visible vertebrae his neck was composed of.

His empty sockets swept the horizon with practiced caution, long years of running and being attacked, both with provocation and without, teaching him well; the grasses of the flat and nearly featureless plain he had appeared in bent beneath the touch of a gentle breeze, barren and uninterrupted for miles but for a single, small log cabin. The sun was starting to set, throwing shadows from the scattered and widely spread trees across the fields and coloring the sky with a bursting of reds and pinks and golds, reflecting off the heavily curtained windows of the cabin he now approached, the gravel of the front path quiet beneath his careful heel.

A thin finger of smoke rose from the chimney stack atop the roof, carrying to him the scents of cooking meat and baking bread, and from beyond the curtained windows, there came the sound of music, accompanied by unpracticed but pleasant singing. A smirk split the bone of his face, the corrupted magic streaking from his sockets and his mouth glinting in the setting sun, the target floating before his hollow chest gleaming as wickedly as his twisted smile.

She'd never hear him coming.

The door, well oiled and unlocked (tsk tsk...), opened and shut behind him without a sound, sparse but comfortable furniture lined the rooms he snuck through on the way to the kitchen, its light illuminating the doorframe. The music and singing grew louder, the clanking of dishes and the rush of water giving away the occupant's position, and as he bent around the doorframe, sockets locked on her turned back, a long, gleamingly sharp knife slid from within his sleeve, falling with practiced ease into his skeletal palm.

His steps were silent across the tile floor as he slipped into the room with the grace of a shadow, his posture that of a stalking predator as he drew near enough to smell the soap in her freshly washed hair (lavender... his favorite), the knife shone steady and deadly in his hand... before he pounced, his free arm winding around her waist from behind and his hand, knife glinting in the overhead light, slamming down against the kitchen counter hard enough to embed the blade a few inches into the wood.

The woman in his grasp let out a shriek, thrashing wildly against his hold, but he pressed her against the edge of the counter with his hips against her rear, pinning her with his greater weight and size, and turned his skull to press his bony lips to her ear through her shoulder length, chestnut brown hair-

“didn't i tell you to keep that door locked~”

Her squirming and shouting ceased immediately, her form losing all the rigidity that surprise and fear had lent it. She turned in his grasp, bright brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes finding his sockets, before a smile lit up her pretty face, framed by poofy locks of hair and flecked with a few suds from her washing. Her expression shifted into affected anger a moment later, though, and one of her hands roe to slap his shoulder gently (as though even her hardest attempt could harm him now... he'd gained far too much LV at this point to flinch from even knife wounds), her brows lowering over those beautiful, luminous eyes and her full lips pulling into a frown.

“Sans!! Jesus, you scared me!” Frisk chastised even as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against the front of his without fear and her lips to his bony pair without flinching, and just that gesture, just the sound of his long abandoned name and the trust he could feel emanating from her, stole every last dreg of his breath from him, as it did every time he returned to her.

He'd almost forgotten his name, truth be told, by the time he'd come back to his world in search of fate. The years had been hard and long, and his corruption ran deep in his twisted shade of a soul, stealing more and more memories of before from him as time trickled on. He hadn't needed that name, anyway, so he hadn't cared for its fleeting memory... no one else had called him Sans since the last life he'd taken in the Underground.

He'd been Killer for so long that when he had finally found her, had stolen her from her miserable life in the city and brought her here, to keep her safe and hidden from the grasp of his master, that he hadn't known how to introduce himself. She, unlike many of the other worlds he'd been to, had never fallen into his Underground. He had never met her, befriended her... been betrayed by her, or betrayed her in turn, as many of his companions had.

It had felt like the fresh start that it truly was, a second chance at a life he'd long disparaged. He'd given up the love that he'd seen many others by his name give chase to, focused only on ascending to the highest level of power any monster had ever achieved... but then, Nightmare had told him, and his companions, of his past. What had caused his fall from grace, the reason for the never ending war with his brother, the real motivation behind his trail of conquests, and what he intended to rebuild from the ashes of those he had ruined.

He was gathering Frisks, all who were bonded, or could be bonded, with Sans coded monsters, and using the power of their souls to reclaim his own lost love, a celestial being that had, long ago, divided her stardust infused heart among all the universes, to bless other’s lives and experience true love untainted by her lovers’ warring.

Nightmare's mission was to find and retrieve as many of their souls as he could, to take back the pieces of his beloved's heart and rebuild it. He knew his brother intended the same, both struck with a jealous and possessive love of the same perfect being, and so was utterly ruthless in his quest to find her first, taking the bits of stardust back the only way he knew how.

None had yet survived the process.

His long dead soul had flinched back, at the knowledge of what Nightmare was doing, that he so callously destroyed both universes and others' soul bonds to benefit himself. He had been sickened, even, by the understanding that his own fated mate, left behind without thought before that moment in his ruined world, would suffer that same fate, unless he did something. Could he live with that, with the knowledge that his own inaction had robbed him of a love he wasn't even sure he wanted?

He found the answer to be one he had not anticipated: no. No, he could not.

And so he had acted. He had taken his Frisk, and brought her to a place far from where anyone would think to look for her. He had blatantly lied to his master, telling him that he had killed his Frisk himself, in his Underground. He had even enlisted the help of his compatriots, who he had been more than a little surprised to hear had had much the same reaction that he had, and had all taken measures to secure their own Frisks, to keep them away from Nightmare's cruel and gluttonous consumption.

They kept each other's secrets, now... secrets that would undoubtedly end in their deaths, should the god of night and negativity discover what they had done and meant to keep from him.

It was a difficult and complicated thing, of course, for beings such as they to attempt romance in their condition. They were to a one corrupted, polluted by their lust for power and death and blood, driven half insane by tainted magic and changed forever by the deeds of their hands and the sins on their backs. Learning to feel, to change their ways and accept love, not LV, into their souls had a steep learning curve, and he knew perfectly well that he had failed more times than he'd succeeded.

And yet there she stood, an impossible and fragile mortal being, looking up the few inches that separated their heights with a gently chastising pout on her face, her soul emanating utter adoration and trust and the love he'd never known he'd craved before he’d received it without qualm. Before his chest, the floating target shaped itself into a heart of its own volition, warmth both alien and welcome touched his cold and weary bones, and his arms wound more gently around her waist, bending to bump his forehead against hers meaningfully.

“heh heh... i couldn't tell,” he murmured, smirking in the way that he knew would get her heart racing- and there it was, thumping against his ribcage like a drum. He let out a quiet, rumbling growl in response, backing her up against the edge of the counter and bending his head to nuzzle at the crook of her neck and shoulder, against the scarred indentation of his teeth that he could smell even through the material of her dress.

His... all his.

Something he had never thought he would say.

He felt, more than saw, her blush in response to his heavy-handedness, to the rumble of his growl, and within his chest, he felt his soul, before her influence long dead and silent, give the slightest twitch. It wasn’t completely pleasant… some days, he thought it would have been better for it to remain cold and hollow, keeping up the charade of his manic glee and glorying in the kill, in the misery of others to minimize his own.

Those thoughts were always short-lived. He would be lost in the morose, macabre vacillations of his mind, on the edge of madness and the Void, and then she would touch his hand, send him a smile, and say the name that he had nearly forgotten, he would feel her love suffusing the air around him, and everything but her would fade. Having her was the closest to normal (or the monster he’d been before the demon’s possession, at least) that he’d been in his memory, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Frisk, giggling quietly at the feeling of his breath on her neck, pulled away only when he’d had his apparent fill of her scent, the feel of her pressed against him (to feel, after so long living in the cold and the dark… there was nothing like it. A sweet overabundance, such that sometimes, he could do nothing but marvel at simple emotions like joy and amusement, untainted by murder and dust-), to look closely at his face, one hand tracing along his jawline carefully, lovingly, her brows low with concern.

He couldn’t keep himself from leaning his cheekbone into her palm, all but purring from the fullness of her pure love, the care and worry she felt for him, most undeserving of all. If the others could see him now… he’d never live it down.

He suspected, though, that they were all indulging much the same as he was.

“You were gone for a long time this time. I was worried about you,” she murmured, in their closeness, and a pang of guilt shot through him, dire and turbulent and cutting deep, so much deeper than he was sure most would feel. It attested to his long departure from feeling anything at all, he could only suppose… stars, it hurt to let her down, though.

“i’m sorry. work’s been keeping me busy… boss has really been riding my tailbone, heh,” he excused as best he could with a grimace; it was absolutely true, though she had no idea just how much so… he had been forced to come up with an abundance of excuses for why he was failing so many missions, to attempt to hide the fact that his companions were taking the Frisks for themselves, rather than delivering them to their master, and Nightmare was starting to lose his patience.

He was going to have to start bringing them to him again soon. He already knew it was going to hurt, knowing he was causing the deaths of fair creatures with his mate’s face, simply to save his own hide.

Thankfully, he was still selfish enough to excuse it as necessary. He’d do anything to keep his own Frisk safe and well... anything.

That fierce protectiveness was what had pressed him to bring her here, so far from civilization, her life before, anyone else at all. It had been, in part, what he had told her… his lie to Nightmare could only be preserved if no one had her face in their mind for the godlike being to find in their dreams. But the lengths that he’d gone to… they had all been selfish ones, just as selfish as his decision to sacrifice others to keep her safe. He’d brought her to the very edge of the world, killed everyone she’d known before without hesitation, and had kept her here, the center of his dark world.

Jealous possessiveness was an odd emotion, and he didn’t really like the influence it had over him. He’d done everything he could to remove it, so quickly that his work had almost been messy. But it was a necessity, in his mind, as spontaneous as it had been.

He was no longer surprised by that, though. He had always been impulsive, ever since the building of his corruption... it was the way that his soul had been twisted, separating him even further from the monster he'd used to be. He had been described as flighty, careless, reckless, and unthinking many times, and had taken a lot of damage through the years because of it... his impulsiveness seemed to apply to her as well.

It was just so impossible to resist her, to see her and feel her and do his best to love her. She was truly perfect, made for him in every way, and he could only be thankful that she was so patient with him, disappearing for days at a time and coming home to her with only the barest of explanations. He knew she was suspicious… anyone would be, considering just how long he would be gone, the new cracks in his bones, his manic energy, almost always ending with her beneath him in their bed, only moments after he’d stumbled through the door, jabbing knives into all the furniture and inflicting his poor sense of humor on her-

She never complained, though. She was such a bright and giving soul, selfless and wholesome in a way he never could be. And yet… being with her… she made him want to try.

She looked up at him with such calm and patient understanding, even though he let her down… though he wasn’t nearly the partner to her that she deserved. He was a wretch, a selfish and grasping shade of who she had been destined to be with, before his fall… and yet she had accepted him, somehow and impossibly. And yet, her smile grew across her face to wipe away her concern, her cheek dropping to press against his chest, to sway with him in time with the beat of their fated souls.

“I’m just glad you’re here. It’s never the same, with you gone,” she whispered, her eyes drifting shut and her love sinking again into his bones to fill his with a warmth and a light so pervasive it edged on pain. His soul twitched again, brought to life by the wonderful, impossible, heavenly creature in his arms, and in his sockets, creased with a truly heartfelt smile, a crimson light flickered for a moment, unbeknownst to him.

All he could do was hold her back, and sway along with her, and attempt to understand his incredible luck, aching and not caring in the least.

He’d never understood the other Sans’ obsession with their Frisks. It had seemed baseless, a waste to spend so much time and energy and thought on a mortal being that would cut their lifespans short by many hundreds of years… he’d never understood how they could love a human so completely.

He understood now.

It was worth it, without question. All the pressure from Nightmare, the guilt starting to eat at him the more and more that his soul came back to life, the failures to be a good mate to her, the anxiety of keeping this huge and life-altering secret… his shorter lifespan, the reawakening of his soul, the slow, trickling loss of his LV as her love replaced it. It was worth it all, every second. And as he lifted her chin and turned his head to meet her lips with his, he knew he'd do it all over again in the blink of an eye, despite it all.

He knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What about a scenario with overhaul and his SO got into an argument about him being reckless again. He didnt know he was hit with a quirk that granted wishes but it's not was it seems. During the argument. He slip up and said a wish he deeply regret. For example, like he might slip up and say "sometimes things like this I wish I didn't have a SO." (Or something Similar to that). The next morning he is looking for her and everyone was like "who tf is (y/n)."

YESSSSSSS MY FAVORITE-

Again the same discussion...

Honestly? What did you expected from him? He was an yakusa criminal, people target him, tried to kill him... of course he wouldn't come back without an injury. Members of the Shie Hassaikai coming back from missions unharmed wasn't a miracle, it was a fucking joke.

"You can't honestly keep brushing aside your own health like that!" You trailed after him as he grumbled and fixed the injury on his arm.

"Is nothing major. You're just making a fuss, as always.." he growled while stoping on his tracks and looking at you.

"Oh now I am the one making a fuss?!" You exclaimed as he simply arched an eyebrow before sighing.

"Honestly, you are better off being quiet."

"So maybe I just say 'screw you' and not care about my boyfriend at all HUH?!" You exclaimed in offense and hurt as he only punched the wall, his anger finally manifesting.

"If I knew that having you as my partner would be like this everytime I came back from a meeting I much rather wish you never even crossed my path, or better yet, never existed." He grunted before opening jos eyes and seingbthe hurt in your expression and how you backed down.

It was silence for a bit before you brethed in and out, looking at him coldly in the eyes before managing to mumble some words.

"If is that how you feel. Fine. I will peave yoh alone Chisaki."

He narrowed his eyes at seing you walking away as he rolled his eyes after. Walking towards the bathroom to wash all of the filth sticked to his body.

.

.

.

As he felt the drops of hot water hit his skin and letting out a relieved sigh, his mind plagued him with the words he had said... Sure, he was a prideful man, but he knew when he had overstep and he was on the wrong.

He didn't know jow long he had been on the shower, but as soon as he left the bathroom he saw that all of your things were simply... gone. His face scrunched up at the mere thought of you being so mad that you just decided to get out of your shared room.

Sighing, he only picked up some clothes and layed on the bed. Thinking that he just needed to give you a bit of time to cool your head off.

It was alreadh dark, and sleep? He didn't get any of it. Just rolling on the bed, impossibpe of getting comfortable as he just chuffed and got up, placing his casual black mask on as he left his room.

Spoting Chrono on the halls he only sighed as both him and Mimic greetes his presence.

"Sleep well?" Mimic snickered at the face of Chisaki as Chrono chuckled. He only rolled his eyes at them before putting his hands on his pockets and lookimg around.

"Make all the fun you want. I have to apologize to (Y/n), a better thing that discussing with two imbeciles." He muttered nonchantly as Chrono and mimic widened their eyes while looking at eachother.

"Who is this godsend (Y/n) that YOU have to apologize to?" Chrono chuckled as Mimic snickered.

"Yeah boss, since when you apologize to someone? Specially a chick we never heard of?"

"Very funny." Chisaki deadpanned "Any of you saw where she went?"

"Still dont know who the fuck are you talking about." Mimic spatted as Chrono nodded in confirmation.

"Dammit both of you!" Chisaki hissed in anget "Stop joking. Im talking about (Y/n). You know? The woman I sleep with and even lives in here for about four years?" He narrowed his eyes as he vrossed his arms as Chrono made a worried expression as Mimic let out a confused noise.

"Kai? You're.. are you okay? Got hit by a quirk or something?"

"Chronostasis if you dont tell me where the fuck is my girlfriend I am turning you into a pool of blood on these halls." He growled threatening as Mimic got in the middpe of both them, returning to human form to prevent a catastrophe.

"Boss we're serious here. Never on those four years you brought a human soul inaide the shie Hassaikai asides from the precepts."

He scoffed, feeling hives creep through his spine as he spotted Nemoto coming along.

"Nemoto." He growled aas the man with glasses got onto his side pretty quickly. "Where is (Y/n)? I want you to ask them this moment."

The man only arched his eyebrows up in worry as he put his hand on his chin.

"Huh... master, who is this (Y/n)? Is a debtor of ours?"

"Not you too." He groaned "My girlfriend Nemoto! Where is she?!"

"Master..." the man only muttered in fear for his boss "You.. never had a girlfriend. Never even brought someone asides form us the eight precepts inside."

His eyes widened... Nemoto qoupd rather die than lie straight to his face...

No... this couldn't be real.

He ran past the three man back to his room. Anyone who saw Chisaki at that moment would tell he was insane, searching every centimeter on that room in search of a proof you existed, you were still there.

Yet, he found nothing. His room was throw upside down as he breathed in and out desperatly and scratched his arm full of red spots.

One last chance was Pops. Yeah. The opd man would just simply tell him that he needed to give you time and that was all a cruel joke from his most trusted subbordinates on him. Yeah, that could only be it.

Barging through the door he apmost shouted Pops name as the man was checking some papers.

"Why, good morning for you too Chisaki-"

"(Y/n)-" he breathed out your name as he slammed jis hands on the desk of the elder "Please tell me where my angel is old man.. please tell me I didn't losed my mind..."

It was quiet for a bit before he felt a hand on his head and he saw the worried look on Pops face.

"Chisaki calm down my boy, what is happening?"

"I had a fight with her." He breathed out "I said some stupid shit to my girlfriend and now everyone is staring at me like I am some sprta of crazy bastard, telling me (Y/n) never even stepped inside this house..."

"Kai, I hate to tell you this my boy..." he patted his shoulder "But really, I dont know who is this (Y/n).. maybe you're mistaken?"

"I am not.." he let out a shaky breath as he gripped his hair "I am not mistaken..."

He ended up sitting on the sofa, collapinsing even as his eyes burned.

He didn't meaant those words! How?! Must be a nightmare, it must be-?! A life without you he couldn't imagine, hell he didn't even wanted to live a lige without the light of his dark life. His angel that always worry about him...

It couldn't be.. please... this cant be real.

Before a tear could escape his eyes he heard a door opening and some muffped voices.

"He just barged in here talking to himself some nonsense and is just like this."

"I heard the same thing from the guys, is he okay?"

That voice... it was.. it was your-

"(Y/n).." he called out and finally looked up from his hands and seing you there looking at him.

There you were... hurt for sure by his words yet looking at him with worry in your eyes.

"Maybe he was hit by a quirk on his way out earlier." Pops commented as he standed up, immediatly catching your hand and pulling you towards him so he could your cheek. Uncharestically of him enough to make you widen your eyes.

"Kai..?" You almost whispered his name as his golden eyes had a tears stuck on them as he looked at every atom almost of your face.

His thumb carresed your cheek like your skin could breao at any moment... the fear he felt earlier was slowly melting away as he noticed you were really there, he could touch you and ... it was real.

"Kai..?" You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing the hand on your cheek before gasping when his arms circled around your waist and almost crushed you to him.

"You're really here..." he breathe dout shakily, holding your body close to him as he rubbed his nose on your temple with shaky breaths.

"Where else I would have gone..?" You laughed nervously while hesitantly hugging back.

"I'm so sorry... angel, Im so sorry... forgive me for what I said.." the way he hugged you was so rare and so out of character of him, it was like you had died and come back to death.

"I will leave you both alone for now." Pops said before smilling at both of you as Chisaki finally repeased a bit the grip he had on you after Pops left the room.

"What happened for you to act like-" he quickly locked his lips with yours making you wide your eyes once again.

"I swear-" a kiss "I will mever spoke such atrocities to you again-" another kiss "You're the angel of my dreams and life-" so much kisses god.

You even giggled at his treatment and carresed his chest.

"Okay okay I forgive you-" you giggled as he he brought you close to him again so he could bury his face on your hair "But really, what happened?" You asked while carresing his back as he sighed in relief at feeling your warmth and scent.

"I just lived my worst nightmare... after a stupid wish." He breathed out, surely not over from what had happened.

[chaseatinydream]

pirate king (79) || atz

You can’t breathe.

Every inhale and exhale feels like gargantuan effort, not the movements that should come to your body as naturally as well, breathing. Mind swimming, your stomach heaves with each movement as you struggle to focus your gaze, which insists on remaining decidedly hazy.

What happened?

Groaning, you rub a hand across your eyes, fighting back the nausea. There’s an ache in every part of your body, legs burning like they’re on fire. Your head throbs like it’s trying to split itself in half.

“So, you’re awakening.”

Startled, you sit up as fast as you can and your vision swims, black spots breaking out over your vision. Retching, you turn to the side, body shaking and the taste of bile in your throat. When you look back, your heart leaps into your mouth, lips parting in shock.

A pair of liquid green eyes stare back at you, mouth curled into a sad, pained smile.

“You!”

Scrambling backwards is your first instinct, mind blank and your back hits a wall roughly. You yelp in pain and the man’s eyes widen in worry and he reaches out to steady you but you flinch away. He’s an unknown figure that has taken many forms, a young man, an elder, a young boy - who knows what his intentions are? And yet something in you feels at ease with him, the same feeling you get when you step aboard the Treasure and your body matches the rhythm of the ship’s pitch and roll like it’s your own heartbeat.

“Peace be upon you, I have not come to harm you.” The green eyed man says softly, and his voice sounds like the swaying of leaves in the spring wind. Staring up at him, you frown, and decide that he doesn’t look like he’s about to run you through with a blade any second.

What happened before this?

When you try to recall, pain surges once again and you clutch your head, gritting teeth. The memories wash over you, being separated from your master, overhearing the pirates’ plot, being chased and then...

And then running into that man with startlingly similar eyes to your very own captain, dread seeping cold into your veins. He had been dressed much like the townspeople that frequented the town, in dusty cloths and salt crusted sea boots, but that hadn’t been effective in the least in dampening to power you had felt hidden deep within him, like a roiling, pitching storm.

Instantly, you glance about in wariness, anxiety spiking through you. “That man! The one who I met earlier, I-”

When your eyes catch the sight about you, your heart falls into the pit of your stomach.

The harbor has broken down into chaos. What had once been the pier where the marketplace once stood is now a wreckage of wet timber and matchwood and shredded canvas, and shopkeepers shout in panicked voices to each other, picking their way through the rubble The wooden docks have been smashed into matchwood as well, only the bare structures left standing and wood scraps floating about in the grey water.

But the strange man is gone.

Your mouth falls open. “What on earth?”

People call to each other for help, some cursing and some crying, their voices strangely disembodied. The green eyed man lifts his shoulders gently, looking at them. “They won’t be able to see us,” is all he says in a form of explanation, vague and soft. You open your mouth then shut it, head pounding too much to try and understand what exactly is going on.

“What happened?”

“A tidal wave crashed into the shoreline a few minutes ago.” The man says, crouching next to you. His eyes are filled with melancholy, so acute that you feel it in your own chest. “Miraculously, the Treasure was not destroyed.”

“Freak storm.” You mumble under your breath. You want to ask how he can say that with so much surety, but you give up on trying to figure this man out. Something tells you that you won’t be able to. Instead, you curl up, staring at him with a hint of suspicion. “We’ve met so many times, I can’t even fool myself into thinking that this is a coincidence anymore. Who are you?”

“What am I.” He corrects you, with that same mild, unchanging smile. You blink at him, once, twice and then speak again. “Okay then. What are you?”

He smiles again. “I cannot say.”

He’s about as unhelpful as San when it comes to steering the ship, so you give up prying for answers and move onto your next question. “Why are you here?”

At that, his expression falls, green eyes nearly dimming from the spark that vanishes from his eyes. “Any other time, it would have filled my heart with joy to see you, however, the circumstances under which we meet are unfortunate. I have come bearing a warning.”

Your eyebrows pinch, fist clenching. A chill runs through you. “A warning?” You wonder aloud. “Sounds... bad.”

The green eyed man nods sagely. “You are beginning to experience agony with each step you take, are you not?”

You stare at him for a moment, before you put your head in your hands and rub your temples, as if that will rid your head of the dull ache there. Today has been a crazy enough day already, and if something else decides to happen you might walk right off the cliff of insanity and never come back. “I’m... not even going to ask how you know that. Yes, what about it?”

His green eyes don’t waver as they meet yours, and you can’t pull your own gaze away. “You should have guessed by now that your body is starting to fall apart. It will not be long before you lose all control of your legs as well.”

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” You mumble, running a hand through your hair. For a moment, you wonder if Yeosang would be able to create prosthetic legs for you as well. You’d be more wooden than clay at this rate. “You can’t use your voodoo powers and save me, can you.”

His smile is sad. “I cannot interfere any more than this. It is your journey that you have undertaken, and must continue to do so alone.”

“I’m not alone.” You say sharply, voice firm. For a second, you’re surprised at the unwavering tone of your own words. “I have a crew... a family.”

The man’s eyes widen a fraction, before they curve into gentle half moons, looking as content as you have ever seen them. Warmth settles in your chest. “That is something I am happy to hear. However...”

“However...?”

“You are the one who poses the biggest danger to them right now.”

You taste iron in your mouth. “The Royal Navy... other pirates won’t let us off with such a sweet bounty on my head.” The man does not reply. “Although I wonder what will kill me first, the Royal Navy or my sickness. I suppose you don’t know any way I can save myself?”

He looks at you dead in the eye. “There is a way.”

You nearly choke on air.

“What?” You sputter in shock, whirling to stare at him. “There’s a way I can stay alive? Tell me!”

His expression turns stony. “I cannot.”

Rage flares up in you. Part of you wants to throttle the man in front of you right now. “What do you mean? Perhaps you really do want me die?”

Hurt flashes in his green eyes and instantly your heart sinks. All your anger evaporates in a split second and you reach forward to take his hands in yours, suddenly desperate to retract what you’ve said. “Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that, I just... I know you’d never wish any harm upon me, Eorth-”

The second the word leaves your lips, you know you’ve screwed up.

“Ahh!” Your tongue burns, pain so fierce raging in your head that you almost crumple to your knees. You weren’t supposed to say it, you can’t say it. “It hurts!”

The man’s face crumples, and he quickly pulls away from you, rising to his feet. He looks like he wants nothing more than to hold you close, but does not do so. “Your time is nearing its end.” He says quietly, eyes wet with tears. “The hunter is almost upon you. You must succeed before he steals your essence as well, Chin Hae. It’s your only hope.”

“Wait!” You gasp, struggling to sit up. He pauses, and looks at you with an expression so forlorn you almost cry yourself. “You don’t want to tell me, or you can’t tell me?”

The man takes a step back, and suddenly he starts to crumble himself, right before your very eyes. Your mouth falls open in shock at the unbelievable sight. “I cannot. If I did, it would no longer be the way. But now... it is time for you to run before the predator, Chin Hae.”

“Huh?” That’s all you manage to utter, as the man vanishes into thin air, dust blown away by the wind. Distantly, you hear bells ringing frantically, but you feel as if you’re underwater. “Time to run...?”

“Be careful of him... and most of all, beware yourself, Chin Hae.”

The spell shatters, and the sound of the town bells - alarms, you realise - wreck your ears with their desperate ringing. And then you hear the screaming.

“Royal Navy! Royal Navy fast approaching!”

>>>

This day really is shaping up to being one of the craziest days of your very short life.

You tear along the wreckage that is the pier, jumping over piles of timber. The freak storm earlier had caused all of this... and you remember your reflection in the mirror when all of it had started. You wonder if the crazy storm had caused you to have weird visions, or maybe you’d just been struck by lightning and your brain had fried. All you know now is that you need to get back to the Treasure, and you need to get the hell out of here.

As you race down what’s left of the wooden piers, you see other crews scrambling to make their ships seaworthy again, howling to their men to raise the sails and make headway. The appearance of the Royal Navy bodes well for none of them, least of all yours.

Before you reach the dock housing the Treasure, however, white hot pain shoots up your legs and you stumble, nearly crumpling to your knees. You can feel cold sweat dripping from your head, although whether it is from fear or agony, you don’t know.

All of a sudden, a warm arm reaches around you and yanks you to your feet, and you cry out at the agony that tears through them. “Hells, are you okay, Chin Hae?”

You come dangerously close to Wooyoung’s face, gentle eyes brimming with  frantic concern. “Woo?”

“San came back a while back in a panic, saying he lost you and couldn’t find you. He thought you’d be back here with us, but you still hadn’t returned. And then the wave hit, and the Royal Navy... I thought-” He cuts himself off, burying his face in your neck for a second, and you can feel him trembling. “No, it’s alright. You’re safe. What happened?”

“I... I might have sprained my ankle, or something.” You lie through your teeth, guilt seizing your chest. Wooyoung looks horrified, and scoops you up easily, warm arms holding you close to his chest. His heart thuds frantically under warm skin as he turns to run towards the docks, battered planks creaking dangerously under his feet. “Thank the gods I found you. The Treasure is making preparations to set sail.”

You chew your lower lip as you tighten your hold around his neck. “What if... what if you couldn’t find me?”

Wooyoung gives you a flat look. “Captain would have refused to set sail and taken on the entire fleet on his own. And if he didn’t,” he looks straight at you, mouth pressed into a determined line. “Then I would not have left Tortuga at all. I wouldn’t leave without you, so don’t go thinking about silly questions like that, okay? Okay.”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to disagree, you think, and despite the situation you’re in, you let out a tiny laugh. Wooyoung smiles.

“Stop right there!”

Wooyoung grinds to a halt, and you look up in horror to see a man standing at the very end of the pier, between you and where the Treasure is docked. It’s the burly man from earlier, you realise, and there’s a sword in his hands.

You swallow. “Uh oh.”

“Now, boy.” The pirate holds out the massive cutlass, and the blade gleams cruelly in the storm dappled light. “Drop the woman. I don’t want to kill her on accident, when she’s worth so much.”

“I’m afraid she’s worth more than you can afford.” Wooyoung says dryly, although his hold tightens on you, unwilling to let go. “More than money can buy. So I won’t be handing her over to a thug like you. Anyways, shouldn’t you be focusing on running? The Royal Navy is coming, you know.”

Wooyoung isn’t carrying his sword, you realise in horror, and you’ve lost your satchel during the storm earlier. Frantically, you work the straps holding your prosthetic to your arm. It comes loose, buckles clinking.

“Don’t be so stupid, kid.” The pirate levels his sword at the two of you. Wooyoung grits his teeth. “Don’t you know the Royal Navy is offering pardons for anyone who turns her in alive? I’ll never have to live in fear of those bastards again. Hand her over to me peacefully, and you’ll be pardoned too.”

“Wooyoung, walk towards the man, and kick him as hard as you can when I give you the signal.” You murmur under your breath. Wooyoung squeezes your thigh lightly, signifying that he understands. Then he walks forward calmly. He’s putting his trust in you, and you refuse to let him down. “I can be pardoned as well?”

“Of course! There’s an unbelievable amount of wealth too.” He chuckles as Wooyoung draws within striking range, eyes hard. The second he does, the man’s gaze snaps, and in the blink of an eye he’s raised his sword, a triumphant cackle leaving his lips. “But I’ll be taking it all, fool!”

At that second, you hurl your prosthetic right at the man’s head. He shouts as it collides with the man’s face. “Wooyoung, now!”

“I know!” Gripping you tight, Wooyoung is already lifting his leg and kicks the man so hard in the chest that the two of you fall backwards hard, you cradled in his arms. The man, on the other hand, isn’t as lucky and doesn’t have anything to catch him. Instead, he stumbles backwards, realises there’s nothing to step on and falls into the water below with a satisfying splash.

“You’re amazing, Chin Hae.” Wooyoung laughs brightly as he lifts you up again, running down to the docks. The Treasure is within sight, the orange and black flag fluttering at the mast a friendly sight. You only groan, and bury your face in his neck.

“Yeosang is going to kill me.”

“He loves you too much.” Wooyoung replies cheekily, and before you know it, the two of you have cleared the gangplank, feet thudding onto the deck. Your heartbeat seems to sync instantly with the rhythmic pitch and roll of the ship. “Captain, I got her! Let’s go!”

The main deck is in chaos, powder monkeys and gunners rushing about hauling bags of gunpowder, cannon shot, swabbing out the artillery guns and preparing them for a sea battle. You swallow down the panic, look upwards.

“Drop the sails!” Mingi bellows, and in the masts above you see Yunho silhouetted against the sun shouting commands at the rest of the rigging monkeys as they scramble to cut the ropes. At the helm, you see your captain standing with his back straight, red fur coat around his shoulders, cutting a striking figure in the grey light of the storm.

“Crew,” he commands sharply, “Set sail!”

The winds howl, as if in response to his command, and the Treasure surges forward. It’s only then that you notice the number of ships on the wide ocean before you, and your mouth drops open in horror.

It’s an entire fleet.

[laurenmm62017]

Jedi June: Day 5

5 Times Luke met Force Ghosts

Prompt: There is no death, there is the Force

This sort of ignores the whole “It takes years of study to learn to become a Force Ghost” thing but oh well.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32046055

@jedijune

~1~

The first time he spoke to someone who was not really there was back on Tattooine. Luke was working on one of the vaporators at the edge of the farm, near the end of the day. He had been working on the damn thing for the better part of the day. One part failed just as another was fixed, but it seemed that Luke finally figured out what was wrong.

He straightened up and wiped a bit of sweat off his brow with a satisfied huff. At that moment, his eyes strayed over to the fence that marked the edge of the farm. Leaning against the electric fence was a Kel Dor, long robes flowing around them. As if that wasn’t strange enough, they were completely blue and translucent. What the kriff?

“Hey!” He shouted over, lowering his hand to his holster to make sure his blaster was there. You could never be too careful with Sand People roaming around. “What are you doing out here? Tosche Station is a long way from here.”

The Kel Dor chuckled, and stood up straight. “So you’re the Luke Skywalker that Ben keeps going on about. A pleasure, young one.”

“Ben? Ben Kenobi? What about him?”

Then, the Kel Dor walked straight through the kriffing fence. Luke’s eyebrows nearly shot off his head at that. He fumbled with his blaster a bit before turning the muzzle towards the… ghost is the only word he could think of. “What the hell??”

“Do not be afraid, young Luke. I mean you no harm. I was simply curious.”

“Y...you’re see through. And blue? What are you?” Luke was so confused.

“Simply a memory from a time past. May the Force be with you, Luke Skywalker. You will do great things. Just like your father before you.”

And just like that, he disappeared, leaving Luke confused and intrigued.

~2~

Luke doesn’t see another ghost until the aftermath of the Death Star explosion (the first one, as he will find out later). Luke had just climbed down from his X-Wing, adrenaline still flowing through his veins. He yanked his helmet off his head and looked hastily around for where the Falcon landed.

As he scanned the landing field, he caught a glimpse of translucent blue, and his mind flashes back to that time on the farm.

Luke weaved through the crowd of Rebel pilots and engineers and mechanics to the edge of the airfield, almost out of sight of everyone.

This figure was tall, much taller than Luke, with hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a mask that covered his eyes with some interesting markings on it. While the last ghost wore Jedi robes, this one was wearing typical Rebel Alliance attire. He was leaning casually against the hanger wall, watching wistfully as a modified Corellian freighter slowly came in for a landing.

“You don’t look much like a Jedi, sir.” Luke called out casually.

The man turned to him and smirked. “Neither do you. You look like a hero of the Rebellion.”

“Ehh, all I did was pull the trigger.”

“And blew up the Empire’s biggest weapon. Come on, kid. Don’t be so modest.”

“Alright, alright, thank you, Master…?”

“My name is Kanan Jarrus, Jedi Knight. I fought in the early days of the Rebellion, with my crew over there. Maybe you’ve seen them around base.”

Luke and Kanan observed this crew disembarking the Corellian freighter. A Twi’lek woman walked down the ramp holding what looked like a very small baby with bright green hair. A Mandalorian with colorful armor was chatting with an older man with a beard and bright white armor, followed by a ginger-haired man in standard Rebellion clothes and a big purple alien of whom Luke did not know the species of.

“That’s your crew? They seem... formidable.” He looked over this eclectic, mismatched crew, who seemed to know exactly where each other were as they walked towards the rest of the rebels. Luke stared at the crazy amount of modifications on top of this ship. There was almost as much as the Falcon, but this ship actually looked in much better condition. Don’t tell Han he thought that.

“They’re my family. I watch over them through the Force when I am able to. When this war is finally over, then I will feel comfortable with becoming one with the Force.”

Luke’s gaze focused back on this crew and contemplated the last few days. He went from a simple farm boy on Tattooine to hero of the Rebellion in an insanely short period of time. He met a Princess, an old Jedi, and two smugglers that he had become very close to. He really hoped they could become as close as Kanan’s crew appeared to be.

He turned back to Kanan, only to find that he disappeared.

~3~

Luke was recovering from his encounter with Darth Vader- his father when he met the next ghost.

Well, ghosts.

The doctor just left after making sure the stump of his arm wasn’t infected. It wasn’t, and what a relief it was for that small miracle. He was lying down with his eyes closed in a room between two empty beds.

Slowly, as the sedative the doctor gave him worked through his body, he began to sense two? Force signatures, sitting on the bed to his left. They were so melded and tangled together, he almost thought that it was one person.

He turned his head, and there sat two men. The first was wearing robes that looked similar to Old Ben’s robes. He was slightly too thin and his eyes didn’t quite connect with his own. The other was more built, had shoulder length hair, and was wearing a simple shirt and pants.

But Luke could see the way that their bodies were angled towards each other, the way the larger man had his arm on the other’s back, the way they seemed to unconsciously lean against each other.

“And who are you two?” He muttered, his brain still a bit fuzzy.

“My name is Chirrut. And this big softy is Baze.” The one who wore robes said, and gestured with his hand to the other man, whose frown deepened slightly at his introduction.

“Hi. I’m Luke.”

“You’ve been through so much, young one. The Force feels heavy around you. You faced a horrible creature and paid the price for your mistakes.” Chirrut declared, a bit too loudly, in Luke's opinion.

“Yeah, guess that’s what happens when I don’t listen to Master Yoda.”

“No.” Baze rumbled. “This sort of thing happens when you go into a situation you think you are ready for, but horribly overestimated yourself.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I should have listened to Master Yoda. But if I had, Leia and Chewie…”

“There is no changing the past. All one can do is look to the future.” Chirrut smiled. “Besides, I don’t think you’re ready to give up yet. After all, the strongest stars have hearts of kyber.”

“What does that even mean?” Luke asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about.” Baze said, smiling very slightly.

“I’m disappointed, Baze. Do you not remember our time in the temple as Guardians?”

“I’m surprised you can remember something that happened so long ago, old man.”

“Such a shame. Baze Malbus was once the most devoted Guardian of us all!”

Luke smiled at them, letting their bickering to wash over him, then allowed the sedative to take hold of him.

~4~

The next time Luke saw a ghost was right before his turn in the plan to get Han back from Jabba's palace on Tattooine. He was at the outer edges of the Dune Sea, doing a bit of moving meditation to settle his nerves and center his focus. As his movements flowed smoother and smoother and he sank deeper into the Force, he could sense the Force coming together next to him in the form of a humanoid. Harsh, wild energy barely contained within, but already one with the Force. He could feel that this ghost was following the movements of his meditation with sharp precision and only a split second behind him.

He was winding down now, moving slower and slower, and finally settled in a kneeling position on the sand.

A beat of silence, then...

"You were trained by Obi-wan Kenobi, weren't you?" This ghost's voice was light, jovial, but his energy was dark, a shadow just out of sight.

"Yes. Him and Master Yoda. How could you tell?"

"I'd know Obi's style anywhere. We grew up together, after all."

Luke's eyes opened and looked across from him at this new ghost. He had dreadlocks that went slightly past his shoulders, a stripe of color across his nose and cheeks, and what looks like only the outside robe of standard Jedi robes? Interesting choice, Luke supposed.

"Obi-wan... I knew him as Old Ben, he lived out in the Jundland Wastes. Uncle Owen... he never trusted him, I guess. But I was always drawn to him, for some reason. Now I know it was because of the Force.” Luke smiled at the man. “You said you knew Ben?”

“Sure did, kid. But I knew him as Obi. We grew up in the Jedi Temple together. He was a cute little thing, always chasing after me and our group of friends. A lot happened to him at the start of his Padawan training, and it influenced him for the rest of his life, and therefore, the fate of the galaxy.” The man shook his head. “He was so full of anger when he was younger, but then he went to Naboo with his Master, that was the turning point for him. We could all feel it. Had the Jedi Order continued, I totally believed that he would have been the youngest Grand Master the galaxy had ever seen.”

“He was a bit distant, and I could tell there was a lot that he didn’t tell me before… he went to face Vader.”

“He was always like that. Never wanted to be a burden on others, so he kept everything close to his chest. He really only confided with Master Yoda. Or during the Clone Wars, he would spend a lot of time with his second in command.”

“A clone?”

“Yes, Commander Cody, highest ranking clone in the entire GAR. They were very close. Dunno what happened to him after the war.”

“May he be with the Force.”

“Yeah.”

There was a pause between the two.

“Hey, kid. Be careful, in there. Jabba is a lot smarter than his appearance would indicate.”

“Of course. How could he be the leader of an entire system if he wasn’t?”

“Heh, that’s true. Just don’t underestimate what he would do if he found you out.”

“He won’t.”

~5~

The last time he saw a ghost, or Force ghost, was during his exile on Ahch-To. He had lost track of time many cycles ago. The local population helped him acclimate to basically having nothing. They taught him how to fish, sterilize water, plant edible food, and build a shelter for himself. All of the books that he collected over the years were kept in an isolated part of the island that he rarely went to.

It was peaceful. But there was still a storm in his heart.

Luke stood on one of the higher cliffs on this small island, looking over the endless water. The waves roughly washed up the cliffs and he felt the sprays tickle his feet.

He wasn’t meditating; his head was too much of a mess for that.

Why didn’t he see it sooner? Why didn’t he sense it? If he were a better teacher, would he have been able to stop it?

“Luke, stop that train of thought this instant.”

He jumped and nearly fell from the cliff as a result. He turned around indignantly, ready to tell off whichever ghost had come unannounced to his exile, but paused when all he saw was blue and white lekku.

He slowly looked up to see a scowling and unimpressed face glaring down at him and they stepped back. Now he had a better view of this Force ghost.

A Torgruta, at least a head taller than him, wearing long flowing robes and patches of… stormtrooper armor? No, it was a little too angular for that. Clone trooper armor then. She had many decorative beads draped over her montrals and lekku and her face markings were very sharp and distinct.

“Well it’s true. What would you know of any of this?” He retorted back.

“Oh, you will find I know betrayal very well. After all, thousands of my children betrayed me.”

“…you’re talking about the clone troopers.”

“Indeed. My name is Jedi Master Shaak Ti, and during the war, I was stationed on Kamino, the home plant of the clones. I oversaw thousands of clones’ training, I gave them advice, I comforted them when their brothers were decommissioned. I fought with and for them all. But in the end, it was for naught. They executed almost all Jedi, even the youngest in the crèche and the eldest in the Halls of Healing.” He listened in awe.

“But I do not blame them. It was Palpatine who forced them to do this. Implanted a chip to control them with the right code words. They couldn’t control it, just as you could not control what happened with Ben Solo.”

“But I could have stopped this from happening, if only I had seen it!”

“What if’s and could have’s won’t change the past, Luke. All you can do now is look forward. What could you do in the future, if only you would forgive yourself.”

“I… I can’t go back. How can I face them? Leia, Han, Chewie? Their son Fell to the Dark side, because I wasn’t a good enough teacher.”

“Falling is a choice, Luke. Ben was manipulated by the Dark and Fell because of it. Not because you failed.”

“Heh. Sure, whatever you say.” He turned on his heel and began walking back down the hill to his hut.

He heard her sigh, and then felt her Force energy disperse.

[faangirl101]

Burning Heart:  Pt 1

Burning heart masterlist

Pairing: Zuko x reader, Zuko x y/n

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slow burn

Summary: Raised mostly by yourself, you made a living for your youth years as a maid in one of the richest families in Ba sing se, Beifongs. There Toph, a blind young rich girl, taught you earth bending and also became your new family. Not that you would admit that to her. Together you escape Ba sing se on the back of a flying bison with the Avatar, in a mission to take back the world from the fire nation. But on the journey you didn't plan to team up with the Fire prince himself, and you definitely did not plan to get butterflies around him. But you couldn't possibly catch feelings for a fire bender right? They ruined your life and took everything of value from you. But you couldn't lie to your burning heart. 

Warnings: swearing

The Western Air temple

The sun's streaks felt like fire licking our exposed arms. The heat evaporating  from the cracked surface under our feet  was almost as hot as the burning shame in returning empty handed on foot from the eclipse battle. “This is humiliating”, Katara mumbled with her head low. Her voice sparked a familiar annoyance within but I kept my mouth shut. Sokka looked up at her from under the wolf helmet “You mean getting thoroughly spanked by the Fire Nation or having to walk all the way to the Western Air Temple?”. Katara looked him up and down before shame forced her head down again “Both”.  Aang let his hand slide through Appas fur, as if to reassure him that it was not his fault. His forever love for Appa didn't fail to turn my frown. Aang mirrored my weak smile “Sorry guys, but appa gets tired carrying all these people”. “Or maybe it's just Toph who’s heavy”, Not even one of my snarky playful remarks seemed to get the group in a good mood. But I did get a half smirk for Toph that was good enough. “I wonder how the rest of the troops are”, Teo pushed his wheelchair with sweaty hands as he looked up to Haru. I had never met Teo before the battle, but Aang had mentioned him before. He was hella smart and outshined an entire army. But it was clearly not enough to beat the fire nation. I let my eyes wander to Haru instead. I remember the stories of him and his father in prison. A deep weighting feeling decided to settle in my stomach. My father would have never risked everything for me like Haru did for his dad. I guess I was never a family person. I pushed the hurtful thoughts away the best I could by focusing on Haru. “They’re probably on their way to a prison. Seems like my dad just got out and now he’s going back in”. The group fell quiet, and I wanted to feel empathy for Haru. I wanted to understand how much it would hurt to lose a parent after just getting one. I wanted to hug him. Instead i just put a supportive hand on his back “He got out once, we will figure it out”. I didn't know if my words made a difference but I dropped my hand anyways. “I miss Pipsqueak”, The duke, a small boy muttered. Sokka ignored his tiny friend's words “I miss not having blisters on my feet”. I leaned down to Toph's level “Question, when you get blisters, does it feel like if i got something in my eye?”. Toph grunted in response which I decided to take as a yes. Suddenly Toph made a halt stop which almost made the rest of the group fall over. She stamped down, similar to a rabbit, before her face cracked up in a smile. “Hey, We’re here! I can feel it!”, she raised both her hands forward showing us….. nothing. Ahead of us was the same ground  that we had walked on for hours on end. The only difference was a precipies splitting the ground open like a wound. “uhhhh….I think your feet need their eyes checked”, Katara stopped beside Toph with a wrinkled nose. “No! She’s right. We are here!”, Aang’s voice didn't sound in defeat as before. Sokka took one look behind his shoulder as if he missed the “giant temple” Aang had described before shrugging his shoulders. “Wooow”, Toph placed her hands next to her feet, truly taking in her surroundings “It's fantastic!”.

 The western Air temple was breathtaking. How we got down was a mystery, but well down. I had no words. It was everything Aang had described. Stone walls reached over our heads,  clinging for its life on the cliffs surrounding us. Ivy painted the entire place green. With tired feet and a heavy head I slumped down on the bench around the fountain. The comforting noise of water pooling swallowed my pouding head in ease. “It's so different from the Northern Air Temple. I wonder if there are any secret rooms”, Teos eyes were glistening like a childs. Haru had clearly stopped worrying about his dad as he took a leap forward with a smile “Let’s go check it out!”. Teo and The Duke are quick on his feet as they sprint off to explore. Aang is about to catch up with them, excitement clear in his flaring arms, before he’s cut off my Kataras grip. “You guys go. I think we need to talk about some things”, she urges the boys to continue their exploring without Aang and they don't need much convincing. “I'll race you, Duke”, Teo is already taking off. The Duke whines as the kid he is “i told you, It's The Duke!”. The three disappear behind the temple but their voice echoes for another couple of seconds. Aang's looks after the boys with desperation in his grey eyes “Why can’t I go?”. I get up on shaky legs and make my way over to them. “We need to decide what we’re gonna do now, and since you’re the Avatar, maybe you should be a part of this”, Katara sits down on a fallen stone block. “Fair enough. So, what’s the new plan?”Anyone could easily detect the evidence of annoyance in Aang's voice as he slumps down on another stone block. But Katara was right, no matter how much I hated to admit it. Sokka placed a hand under his chin, mimicking an old philosopher  “Well, if you ask me, the new plan is the old plan! You just need to master all four elements and confront the Fire Lord before the comet comes.” They way Sokka phrased it was as if it was not that hard. As if it was just a cup of tea, which clearly struck a nerve with Aang.“Oh , yeah. That’s great. No problem. I'll just do that”, Aang threw his words in irony. He started playing with a rock beside him with furrowed eyebrows. He had never looked more like a child. “Aang, no one said it’s going to be easy”, Katara’s voice clinged in empathy. It irritates me how she always complains about being the mom of the group as if she didn't take on that role by herself. But I know a mother's empathy is exactly what Aang needed right now. I easily earth bended a rock under me to lift me up on the high cliff Toph was sitting. The familiar vibrations of earth moving under me filled me with calm. I threw my legs over the edge and slumped down next to Toph's much smaller frame. “Well I am hot but I can't fire bend. Where are we supposed to get a firebending teacher?”, Sokka couldn't help but smile at his own joke. I let out my low hanging bun, ignoring how my baby hairs are slicked down my face by sweat. “You hot? You're hot when Bisons can fly”, I shot him a flirty smile which resulted in Sokka snorting playfully. Katara ignored our remarks “We could look for Jeong Jeong!”. Aang didn't hesitate to shoot her idea down “Yeah...right”. He slumps down his body over the rock without care “like we’ll ever run into Jeong Jeong again”. Me and Toph look curiously at each other “Who’s… oh”. Toph, annoyed by how the group didn't tell us anything crossed her arms “never mind. If it's important I’ll find out”.

The further the sun moved down the horisont, the more Aang started to avoid talking about a plan. He flung forward Appa on his staff, gliding smoothly over the winds. Both me and Toph clung onto the Appa, not liking being this far above the ground. Sokka was always the comic relief but even him had taken on a mom role “Aang, i think we should be making some plans about our future!”. Aang bluntly ignored his words as he landed next to the fountain, the glider still in his hand. Aang watched us land Appa next to him “Okay, we can do that while i show you the giant Pai Sho table! Oh you’re gonna love the all-day echo chamber!”. He was about to sprint away from us again, away from his responsibilities when Toph trot after words. Her demeanor turned serious, which it rarely does “i think that’ll have to wait”.  Toph shrugs as she points behind herself. Everybody quizzically tries to see what she’s talking about as Appa’s huge frame moves to the side revealing a shadow. As the late day light falls upon him there is multiply gasps within the group. In front of us is a teenager, probably around my age, a head taller or so. What captures me first is his face. His scar to be exact. A scar the size of a palm extends from  his ear and over his eye. It leaves a nasty patch of skin the color of a bonfire. It looks as if he has tried to hide the scar with strands of hair but the hair has a life of its own. It's long, uncombed and falls down his face only to reveal a couple of intense eyes. The color was the same as pooling honey dripping down a warm cup of tea. He was insanely attractive, making my heart skip a beat or two. But he was also screaming to be remembered in the back of my mind. His identity on the tip of my tongue. His honey eyes turn to me for a second but that's enough to spark a part of my memory. Brown eyes mean fire nation. Which makes my eyes quickly take in the obvious fire nation clothing hanging over his long slender body. The previous shock within the group quickly turns into anger. The boy hesitantly raises his hand and gives us a wave, which would be adorable from anybody except a fire bender “Hello”. He tries on a careful weak smile “Zuko here”. That's all it takes for me to take on a fighting position. My hand raised above my waist, fingers vibrating ready to bend the earth to swallow him up. Zuko, The fire prince himself. The gang had told me and Toph stories of his repeated attempts to kill them. His awful actions and how he took katara's necklace. Well, maybe the necklace part doesn't make me that angry. Toph copied my defense, but her motions seemed hesitant.  Zuko opens his mouth to reveal a smoother voice then i expected “Hey, i heard you guys flying around down there. So, i just thought i’d wait for you here”. Appa growled and whatever i thought the bison was going to do, it was definitely not that. He reached out his dark tongue just to lick the boy. The boy let out a eak as he protected his face from the saliva. I didn't exactly recall the first time I met Appa that clearly, but I'm pretty sure he never did that. In the corner of my eye I see Aang's conflicted eyes as he lowers his staff slightly. He trusted Appa with his life, so I understood his internalized battle. But I was unaffected, hand raised protectly. Appa’s tongue slicked up the prince's face again, Messing up his hair even further. Zuko didn't protest this time, he just wiped off the excess mucus. With one last wipe he looked up at us again “I know you must be surprised to see me here”. Sokka looked at him in rage with furrowed eyebrows “Not really, since you’ve followed us all over the world”. Zuko seemed embarrassed as he looked down his feet “Right. Well,uh….anyway…. What i wanted to tell you about is that i’ve changed, and i, uhhh, i’m good now, and well i think i should join your group, oh, and i can teach firebending to you”. I didn't know what to say. The shock seemed to resemble the rest of the group. Zuko seemed to catch on as he opened his mouth again “see i, uhhhh”.Toph didn't give him a second to explain himself further “you what now?”. I had never seen katara as angry as now “You can't possibly think that any of us would trust you, can you? I mean, how stupid do you think we are?!”. Sokka continued her rant “Yeah, all you’ve ever done is hunt us down and try to capture Aang!”. All they were saying was true, but there was a sudden doubt consuming me. It rang warning bells in the back of my head for sure, but there was something I couldn't put my finger on. This couldn't possibly be the evil boy they had described? They told me he had an almost shaved head, just a ponytail. That he hated Aang with no shame. That he would do anything to destroy the gang. The boy in front of me was nothing like that. He was shy, hesitant. Ashamed. He was ashamed over everything he had done. But he couldn't just turn good like that, that's not how it works. This must be another fire nation trick, or so I had  to convince myself. Zuko seemed hurt, in desperate need to defend himself. “I've done some good things! I mean, I could have stolen your bison in Ba Sing Se, but I set him free. That’s something!”. His words seemed true since appa licked him again (much to his surprise). I remembered how hurt Aang was when he lost Appa, is it really possible that zuko saved him? No it couldn't be, he was from the fire nation. Toph had already dropped her defense “Appa seems to like him”. The water tribe siblings turned to her in anger. “I can understand why you  wouldn’t trust me, and i know i've made some mistakes in the past”. The rest of the sparr is a blur to me. I could see lips moving but I couldn't hear a thing. My eyes were stuck on Zuko as I blocked the rest of the world out. I tried to find any mistakes in his clearly made up character but he was spot free. either he was an amazing actor, or everything he said was true. Aang did need a firebender, but the thought of a member of the fire nation, the royal one at that, made my blood boil. What broke my focus was Zuko falling down on his knees. He made himself vulnerable, head bent downwards and hands raised in surrender. “If you won’t accept me as a friend, then maybe you’ll take me as a prisoner”. The words shocked me to the core. If he was really out to kill us he would never have let down his guard like that. Katara seemed to see right through his game “No, we won’t!”. Her little flask dangling by her leg burst open as she water bended a flood against him. It wasn't hard enough to make him go flying off the cliff but it was hard enough to break his position. He fell over, protecting his face. “Get out of here, and don’t come back! And if we ever see you again, well, we’d better not see you again”. Defeated, wet from tip to toe, he moved away from us. As my friends around me started to yell to each other, about how much Zuko was lying. How they would never accept him into the gang. I followed his figure with my eyes. The slumped forward body, the dragging of the feet. I wonder which powerful fire nation person he was going to tell he failed his mission to get into our gang. Because of course it had to be a mission. He could never change… Right?

The next morning seemed slow. My head was pounding from a sleep fof worrying. It didn't help that Toph had disappeared. I knew that Toph could defend herself better than anybody, but I also knew she wouldn't go anywhere without telling me. Katara handed a bowl of breakfast to The duke “Has anyone seen Toph?”. I was surprised that she had even noticed Toph was gone. They weren't exactly close. Sokka yawned and cracked his back from the morning sleep “I haven't seen her since she stormed off yesterday”. Against my will I started to worry. Since yesterday? Had she been out the entire night? I had been grumbling so much over Zuko I hadn't even noticed. I swallowed down the lump of guilt together with a spoon of rice. Katara actually seemed worried for real “I think we should go look for her”, Sokka slumped down next to his sister “Let her have her fun with rocks, i'm in no rush to have her yelling at us again”. I ignored the anger busting up with another spoon of rice. The silence was quickly replaced by the occurrence of a large rumble. Toph comes flying down onto the ground by a pile of rocks that she created from a wall. I rushed over to her, my breakfast thrown in pieces on the ground. “Toph, what the fuck happened?”. Toph slingered across the ground “My feet got burned!”. Katara rushed forward to inspect them “Oh no, how?”. Toph annoyance from Katara's question quickly turned into shame “Well, I kind of went to see zuko last night”. It looked like Aang had been kicked in the gut “You what?”. Without another thought my legs carried me away from the scene. Their voices became a questionable noise as I took off. I only had one thing playing in my mind: Find Zuko and kill him.

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There’s No Game Over-

Fatality

- Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

- Genre: Mortal Kombat!AU, violence, action, smut

- Warnings/Tags: fighting, slightly gory scenes, Jungkook wanting to beat the living hell out of you, annoyed/asshole Jungkook, getting sucked into video game, reader learning how to fight, weapon mention, Jungkook clueless when it comes to feelings, kissing, squeezing, fucking on car hood, creampie, sad ending

- Word Count: 4,401 words

- Summary: When you’re sucked in the Mortal Kombat universe, you wondered if you would be competing against your favorite character: Jungkook. Seeing him through the screen, you couldn’t help but find him attractive even though he wasn’t real. How will the Mortal Kombat universe treat you and how will you escape?

|| Masterlist ||

“Take that!” Shouting fills the room. Fingers smash the controller joystick in circles while pressing the lettered buttons skillfully. Your tongue curls around your bottom lip from concentration.

The two fighters jump around, blocking and dodging the hits hurdling towards them. Although, you and your friend, May, were masters at Mortal Kombat, the health bar above her fighter was slimming to nothing quicker than yours was. You knew that the victory was yours when your fatality bar filled completely, available for use whenever you wanted to end the fight.

“Come on, man. That’s like your fifth one winning in a row,” she huffs as she watches her character’s bones get crushed and lay lifeless. Meanwhile, the screen focuses on your character with ‘Victory’ portrayed over them.

May decides to choose the ‘Select New Character’ button. It took some time for her to finally choose her character Jungkook, hoping he would break her losing streak.

“While you choose someone, I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick,” she sets down the controller. You give her a nod before she walks off down the hallway and out of sight.

Admiring her character choice, your thoughts slip out of your mouth to say to yourself. “The things I would do to him if I could,” you mumble.

His biceps bulge, along with the veins wrapping around his arms and to the top of his hands. The mystery of not knowing what his face looks like under the yellow half-mask he wears, makes the eyes resting above it so much more intriguing.

Suddenly, the controller within your palms began to violently shake like something inside was alive. While you tried to inspect what could have been causing the strange occurrence, you missed seeing the other half of the character selection screen fill with your appearance. Being too distracted by the controller, you never once looked up until it flew from your grasp. Looking up, you weren’t in the lit up basement you were just playing video games in. Instead, the sight of Jungkook stands in front of you. An empty city street, which looked like it was previously raided and torn apart, had broken windows and cars lit on fire on the side of the road. As if the situation couldn’t get anymore foreign, you look down at yourself. The casual clothes you were once wearing before were replaced by a more fitted outfit.

A tight bodysuit hugged your slim body, dipping deep between your breasts— something you definitely weren’t used to wearing. The suit was black with maroon lines cutting down the middle of your body and down your thighs. Your arms and shoulders were covered by a black jacket, containing red patches on your shoulders that had spikes poking out. To match the ‘dangerous’ appearance of the jacket, a loose belt hangs over your hips with a sharp golden skull in the front of it. A black cloth drapes around your neck, yet your cleavage still couldn’t be dared to be covered up unlike your face. A red mask covered your nose and mouth like Jungkook’s.

To say you were confused was an understatement. The setting looked like one of the backgrounds from Mortal Kombat, and seeing how Jungkook was standing in front of you made you do a double take. Are you in Mortal Kombat? You wish you could have the time to figure out what the hell was going on, but a countdown floating above the two of you was nearing 0 and the look Jungkook was giving you was anything but comforting. His eyes were narrow and burning holes into your own. He held his fighting stance until the countdown ended, instead of zero the word ‘Fight’ floats over you both. It didn’t take long for him to approach you, along with his fist that connected with your jaw.

In “real” life, the hit surely would’ve knocked you out instantly. Yet, it didn’t faze you at all. Continuing to stand there, not knowing what to do, he takes his chance to wind his arm back for another punch. Your arm blocks the hit perfectly, an instinct you didn’t know you had.

He wasn’t used to someone not willing to fight back, but he definitely took advantage of the opportunity to win an easy fight. Upper cuts, jabs, and kicks came towards you. You managed to block most, but you didn’t know how much longer you could do this.

“Stop! Please!” You hide your face behind your numbed arms.

Not to your surprise, he doesn’t listen. He was becoming frustrated from all the blocking and gave up trying to hit your upper body. A sweep to your legs sets your body now lying on the ground. You were about to pick yourself back up, but you remembered something about Mortal Kombat, you can’t get hit when you’re on the ground.

Like a little kid in the middle of a tantrum, you laid there with your arms crossed. He stood there, looking down at you and waiting for you to rise. When the time never came, he let his arms fall as he was clearly annoyed.

“Get up so we can finish this,” he spits. His brows were furrowed and his eyes narrowed on you.

“No,” you argue, “I’m not fighting you.”

“What the hell do you mean you’re not fighting me? This is Mortal Kombat, lady,” he yells, hands waving in the air from anger.

You rolled your eyes from being called ‘lady’ in such a tone. You shoot back in the same tone you were given. “I’m aware what this is. I was just playing it and got sucked in somehow. I don’t belong here and I’m definitely not getting my ass handed to me until I know how to fight back.” Yes, you were aware of how crazy you sounded.

“You’re insane! What are you talking about ‘game,’ and how do you not belong here?” He looked like he wanted to rip his hair out of his head. He clearly isn’t aware that this universe is just a game. Did these characters have their own lives inside of the game? The thought almost creeped you out.

“...Just forget it. There’s no point in explaining.”

A huff escapes his mouth before he walks in circles, casually kicking the cracked concrete under him. Being impatient, the silence from him didn’t last long. “Well I can’t get out of here until we end this so what are we going to do?”

You shrug, still planted in the same spot as before. Without the response he wanted from you, he took matters into his own hands.

“Get up,” he sighs.

“No, I already—“

He sounds defeated. “Get up. I’m gonna teach you how to fight.”

You paused, wondering if this was a trick. He could continue fighting you as soon as you stand yourself up, or he could actually show you how to fight in Mortal Kombat. Whatever he was truly thinking, you couldn’t lay down there forever.

He watched you pull yourself up. “Who are you anyways? I’ve never seen you around.”

You wondered that yourself. You could see that your short black hair was the same as how yours usually is, but did your face look the same? Using the reflection of the building’s windows as a mirror, you could see that the face looking back at you was similar but not the same. Your features were definitely yours, but more pulled back and sultry. It was you but more... sexy.

“My name is (Y/N),” you finally answer his question while turning back to face him.

“(Y/N)? Weird name but whatever,” he says.

“And Jungkook is totally normal, right?” You scoff.

“Let’s just get this over with. I’m dying to use one of my fatalities on you right now,” he rolls his eyes.

The sentence almost made you laugh, but you decided it was best to keep the giggle in. You didn’t want him to change his mind and fight you again.

Although you didn’t expect him to, he ended up keeping his word. Jungkook teaching you how to fight came easier to you than you thought it would. You’ve never been one to fight in your life, so you assumed that the quickness and strength in your hits wouldn’t be as effective as they were right now. The only explanation you had was that you had special skills now that you were in Mortal Kombat, but that sounded crazy...right?

After he taught you the basics, he had to stop the progress you two were making. “I clearly don’t know your special moves or anything since we’ve never met, so I don’t know how I’m gonna teach you that,” an annoyed tone began to peak through his voice once again.

Almost as if someone heard his words, a flail falls from the sky and lands in front of you. The confused expression that you gave Jungkook was reflected back at you.

“Well, that was strange,” he ponders.

You grasp the flail within your palms, the knowledge of how to use it hits you like a wall the second you touch the foreign object. You swing it around, utilizing it in combo moves and special moves. The ease that flowed out of you left Jungkook impressed. For the first time, you saw him not annoyed at you. After watching you, he suggests that you should take some time by yourself to discover everything you need, hoping it would take longer that way. As much as he would hate to admit, it was fun being with you. Doing something other than fighting people repeatedly. Not to mention that your company wasn’t half as bad as he wanted it to be. It would’ve made his thoughts less complicated after all.

“I’m gonna catch a few z’s over here until you feel you’re ready,” he says. As he rested his body on the concrete sidewalks, his eyes focused on you. You knew he was looking. It was obvious since every time you glanced over he frantically shut his eyes to pretend he was actually asleep.

Even though you knew Jungkook really wasn’t asleep, you walk over to his figure. You had grown tired too, probably more than he was since you were actually a real human.

“That sidewalk any comfortable?” you cock your head down at him.

His eyes open, head tilting up to look at you. “Not at all, but it’s something. I’m just cold.”

You look around for something that can be used as a blanket, but your eyes catch on a car parked on the side of the road, a tame fire continuously coming out the top. “Let’s go over by the fire for some warmth then,” you help him get to his feet.

He brushes off the pebbles that decorate his armor. It was a short distance and, in seconds, both of your backs were resting against the building behind the heat source. Butts on the cold pavement and shoulders side by side, you both stared at the fire in front of you in silence. He was trying hard not to look over at you, scared he would make the situation more awkward than he already felt it was. The peripheral view of your jet black hair would have to suffice.

You, on the other hand, were not so shy. You didn’t hesitate to twist your body over to face him before starting conversation. “Do you always wear that mask over your face?” You ask, watching his eyes meet yours. Seeing him this close made you feel so small next to him. He towered over you and everything about him was so intimidating—except his eyes. They were soft when looking at you, the exact opposite of the glare he would burn into your retinas from the beginning of the fight.

“Yeah I suppose...I never really notice it,” his eyes don’t fall from yours.

“Can I see what you look like underneath?” Your voice small, you watch his eyes widen a bit.

“What about you? Did you forget that you’re wearing a mask too?” His head leans back, away from your prodding fingers that tried to dig under his cloth.

You roll your eyes, ripping the mask off like no issue. Nothing came from his mouth other than a sigh. “Fine,” he slowly leans his face towards your grasp.

While slowly pulling down the mask, you realize the wide variety of things that could be under it. A gaping mouth of long rigid teeth could be hidden, maybe even a mouth with no teeth— which somehow would be even worse. Your roaming thoughts came to a halt when his mask was finally resting on his neck.

He was so normal. His nose and mouth completely untouched; no scars, no bruises, no imperfections of any sort. His lips were pink, and his cheeks were becoming the same color when he noticed you staring.

“What? Is something wrong?” He asks, his teeth now visible for your viewing. Straight and, also, normal. While you embarrassingly zoned out, his hands roamed the untouched parts of his face.

You finally snapped out of your trance. “No, no! It’s just... I wasn’t expecting that,” your little laugh puts him back at ease.

“Like what?” He grabs a shard of metal off the ground to see his reflection. He inspects the parts of his face that he’s never seen before.

“Like...normal, I suppose? I expected you to have all these scars or something, but you look so perfect,” you realize the words that fall from your mouth and you instantly feel the warmth of the fire focus on your cheeks.

A smile lifts his cheeks high, the first time you’ve ever seen it. “Perfect? Oh, come on. Look at you! How come I’ve never seen you before?” He raises the dreadful question once again.

“I guess I’m a new character or something,” you bite the inside of your cheek. Did you just lie? You had hoped so. As much as you’re enjoying his company, you wouldn’t want to stay here forever no matter what.

“That’s interesting. I didn’t know we got new characters,” he says, smile still shining brightly on his face. If that was the case, that meant this wasn’t the only time he got to see you and, honestly, he was happy about that.

You resorted your gaze back on the fire, being too nervous to continue to share eye contact with him. The piercing light from the fire and the exhaustion caused your eyes to sting. As a result, you decided to close your eyes and, unintentionally, your mind shut off into sleep.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was left alone with his thoughts. He was never tired to begin with nor has he ever needed sleep anyways. It wasn’t long before your head fell upon his shoulder while you were sleep. His instincts told him to nudge you off, but he fought it back for you. He needed this time to think about why he was feeling so confused about himself.

He didn’t want to fight you, but he didn’t want to be stuck in this round forever either. He needed to get a grip on himself. His cheek now rested on the top of your head as he let his thoughts roam wild. It was something he never did, living in a world where you live fight after fight, what else was there to think about? Maybe it’s better to live without having to think about things.

The hot flame of the fire returns to your view when your eyes squint open. Instantly raising your head, you realize the position that you and Jungkook were just in.

“Sorry,” you laugh nervously.

The warm look that you worked to get on his face was now replaced with the stern face that were not used to anymore. Was it because you accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder? “It’s fine. You ready?” He says, eyes avoiding yours.

That question made the lump in your throat grow even more. You didn’t want to be here forever, but you didn’t want to leave Jungkook here either. You thought you had gotten to him, broken his usual persona.

“Well?” he huffs. He hated the confusion he was clearly giving you right now.

“What’s the rush?” You scratch the back of your neck nervously.

“We can’t be here forever,” his voice soft now, losing the tough act quickly.

You nod, completely agreeing with him. Standing up, you help him up as well. Now face to face, his eyes look deeply into yours. Mesmerized in the moment, your fingers graze along his. Electricity shoots up every nerve. Starting from your fingers up to your lips that were now brushing against one another’s. Breathing in each other’s air, you were hypnotized in the moment. You took it upon yourself to make the move, connecting your lips into a light kiss.

Your minds were spinning— especially yours. First you were sucked into a video game and now you’re kissing a character from it? It sounded insane, but you didn’t want to stop.

On the other hand, the kiss comes to an abrupt stop when he pulls away. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” his eyes scan your face. At that moment, his innocence hits you like a brick.

“Do you want to...continue? I can show you,” you look up at him, guiding his hands to rests on your hips. Your bodies still close enough together to feel how hard each other you both were breathing. Your heart started racing when he took his bottom lip in and gave your hips a squeeze.

He dipped down quickly to smash his lips back on yours. It was full of hunger and need, his tongue skillfully making his way into each kiss. You were pleasantly surprised to know that you didn’t really need to teach him anything. As his hands wrap around your body, a moan falls out of his mouth. The vibration sends an exciting chill down your spine.

Your thought process was nonexistent as you tugged his clothes off. He wasn’t shy to strip you down as well, grabbing your ass roughly when it was bare. Both of you were only wearing underwear now as your lips were raw. He was lost in the moment, gripping one of your legs around him. The tight fitting underwear he was wearing didn’t hide the massive erection he had inside of them. He leaned himself back on the city building, pulling you with him.

His kisses travel to your neck, licking and sucking the tender skin. You couldn’t help but to tangled your fingers within his hair as your eyes fluttered closed. His hands travel around your body, he tried to look at your reaction when he touched somewhere new. He wanted to please you because he definitely didn’t know how to please himself all on his own.

Your breathing shuttered when his hands pushed against the front of your underwear. Your hips moving towards his touch as he continued to grind his fingers around you. He watched you, your head falling back, eyebrows furrowed a bit, your mouth partly open. Moans falling out of your lips.

He could feel the pressure building between his legs, an unknown feeling to him. All he knew was, the closer you got to touching him, the better it felt. He hugged you close, enjoying your thin cloths grinding together.

“Jungkook...wait,” you breathe into his ear. You lead him to a car parked on the street, obviously this one didn’t have a flame bursting out of it. Setting yourself up on the car hood, you looked at him standing it front of you. You loved being a tease, especially to someone who didn’t even know what they’ve been missing they’re whole life.

“Come here,” you spread your legs apart and taking off the last bit of clothing you had on. He stood there, taking in the sight that made him want to burst right there. “I can teach you how to use that. I know you’re wondering about it,” you gestured towards the rock hard dick being restricted by his underwear.

He makes his way closer, now standing between your legs. You pull his underwear down, his dick bouncing up now. “Tell me if this feels okay,” you look up at him. Your hand glides down his member, watching his mouth squeeze shut to keep in his moans.

“You like that?” you ask with a smirk on your face. He nods his head slowly. You were dripping for him and you wanted it now. You just hoped he was ready for it.

Leaning back on the car hood, you scoot down to him. Your entrance rested against his throbbing tip.

“How do I—“

“I’ll guide you,” you assure him. He was nervous to hurt you or to make himself look stupid.

You took the base of his cock within your hand, rubbing it around your folds before pushing him inside of you. A gasp came from both of your mouths, his eyes looking at your face. He took it to himself to pull out and back in, another moan falling from your mouth. He figured that’s what he needed to do, he continued to repeat his actions. His mind slipping as his pace grew faster. He gripped your hips to stay still as he pushed inside of you, the sound of your moans motivating him to go harder.

He remembered the way you looked when he rubbed you from earlier, so his thumb met with your clit. Moans turned into squeaks as he dug circles into you. He could feel himself coming closer to his high, unaware of how good it was going to feel.

“Just like that,” you whine, your arms grabbing to reach around his neck. Pulling him close, his strokes became sloppier and his breaths turn into moans. Your legs pull him into you after each thrust, you didn’t want him to stop but you knew he was close.

His lips push into yours once again, one of his hands grabbed your neck. The slight squeeze made your eyes roll to the back of your head from pleasure. Moans struggling to push through, you felt yourself reaching your high. Your hands claw at his back as your felt yourself cum all over his dick which was still pounding you.

The clenching of your walls, pushes him over the edge as he felt a type of pleasure he never felt before. He gripped your neck until the last drop of cum fell out of him. He was out of breath and speechless at what he just went through.

Pulling himself out of you, he could see his cum drip out of you before you sat yourself up and slid your underwear back on. He took in every second he could of your beautiful bare body. Who would’ve known that there was so much that he never experienced?

To explore the world that you both were in right now, you decide to go on a walk together. You show him the comfort of holding each other’s hands while walking, which he grew to love.

“I wonder why they decided to make a new character all of a sudden,” He thinks out loud. The playful swinging of you and Jungkook’s arms, hid the fact that you went into deep thought about it again.

Are you staying here forever? Are you leaving when this fight is over? Could you poof out of this world any second? Why are you here? You didn’t know if you should be sad about never being able to see Jungkook again or if this was your life from now on.

“Shall we see who’s gonna get their ass beat right now?” You give him a slight pinch. You watch a smile spread across his face.

“You’re going down,” he winks. You both were now standing in your starting positions. “Ready?” He asks.

“Never been readier,” you swing your flails around to get the feel of them once more. You both approach each other, saying ‘Go’ simultaneously.

You both took no time to start the fight, strategically laying out combos and blocking everything you could. The thrill of throwing punches and kicks, using your flails, blocking Jungkook’s moves; was terrifying but fun. You didn’t feel out of breath the whole time, the adrenaline keeping your energy at an all time high.

You swept Jungkook’s feet from under him. When he picked himself back up, you caught him off guard. He failed to block your combos, causing his health bar to fall dangerously low. Another sweep to the leg finished him off.

Like at the end of every Mortal Kombat fight, he stood there wobbling back and fourth for your fatality. You never discovered your fatality from earlier, so you threw a weak little punch to finish the job.

When the fight ended, Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes. “You won! You won!” He yells, excitedly. He ran up to you to give you a hug, yet he found himself running through your figure. Turning around confused, he sees you becoming transparent. He rushes up to you quickly, close enough for you to see sadness brim his eyes.

“What? This never happens!” he says. The back of his hand runs down where your cheek would be.

Did this mean you were leaving? You know you didn’t want to be here forever, yet why were you so hurt looking at the expression on his face. He knew that whatever was happening wasn’t good.

“Don’t leave,” he begged.

“I’m sorry, it’s out of my control,” you try to hold his hand against yours even though he couldn’t feel your touch. He tried to remember everything about you before you disappeared into thin air. He hoped this wouldn’t be the last time.

Meanwhile, the next time you opened your eyes you found yourself in a whole different video game universe that you’ve grown to fear...

[thekatthatbarks]

Checkmate

Shikasaku Week 2020 @shikasaku-week

Day Four - drip, drip, drip (our blood)

ao3

trigger warning: blood

              “Sometimes, you just have to be thankful for the pieces you had managed to keep on the board.”

                “You’re saying that you don’t always use all the pieces before the King is captured?”

                “If you’re at the point where you’re just throwing pieces in front of the King to protect him, then you’ve already lost.”

                “But isn’t the King the most important piece? Shouldn’t you still try?”

                “I suppose that’s something for you to decide.”

 ***

              Shikamaru had mixed feelings about being a pawn on a shoji board. The general use of them were to distract, mislead, and protect. They could take out other pieces sure, but they were usually simply what the name implied – a pawn. Something to use as a sacrifice, a weak shield.

                Loyalty usually won out and he was happy to be whatever piece the king needed.

                He had just never expected how it would feel. How the other feelings were absent in his heart, their accompaning thoughts abandoning his mind. There was no hesitation, no sorrow or grief, no selfish thoughts of his own life. The certainty and lack of regret almost surprised him.

                He felt a smirk grow on his face even as the blade sunk itself through his stomach. His hands gripped at the one on the other end of the sword, holding it firmly in place. He looked up to see the wide eyes of the man in front of him.

                Checkmate.

 ***

                Sakura didn’t often think back to past missions in the middle of a battle. Maybe similarities crossed her mind now and then, but it was usually because there was a tangible connection.

                But the scene that played out in front of her was screamingly similar to the first real mission she ever went on.

                Her lungs and heart had decided to stop working, her eyes wide as they met the back of a spiky ponytail. She was vaguely aware of her lips parting, her tongue trying to make words come out of her shocked mouth.

                Seconds ago, and she had seen the shine of a blade, an attack she wouldn’t be fast enough to avoid. For all she was worth, Sakura should’ve spent more time training on her speed. It was glaringly apparent then as she thought about how it would slip between the space of her lowest ribs. She’d already accepted it would cause more damage than she could mend. The last thought that had crossed her mind was hope that Shikamaru was fairing better in his own fight.

                Now, all she could see was a young boy standing in front of a mist assassin with her sensei’s hand through his chest.

                It had happened in a matter of seconds.

                Sakura felt cold, her muscles shaking with fear that she hadn’t felt since the war, since she was a child.

                The enemy quickly got over his surprise and jerked his hand out of Shikamaru’s grip, his blade going with him. Sakura’s eyes followed as Shikamaru coughed and fell to his knees in front of her. His blood was thick as it dribbled from his chin and onto the grass.

                Instinct was the only thing that kept her alive as she dodged the swipe of the blade directed at her. It felt like a scream was trapped in her throat when she ripped her eyes away from Shikamaru to the enemy sending another strike towards her.

                She didn’t feel like she was possessing her own body, her mind as foggy as the mist from that day when she was twelve. The next attack was aimed at her chest and she caught the blade with her hand, blood seeping through her thick gloves. The stupidity of the defense took him by surprise and in his hesitation, Sakura yanked the sword over her shoulder and sent her fist to the man’s stomach. He flew meters away from her, his limp body twisted in an inhuman way where he landed.

                Sakura was by Shikamaru’s side before the body had even touched the ground. He was kneeled over, and Sakura moved him to his back, ripping open his vest and tearing the mesh armor beneath. Her hands went to the wound and she instantly poured chakra into it.

                A painful gasp left his lips and Sakura reeled some of the chakra back – she had overcalculated and poured too much at once. She felt herself babble, the unshed tears running freely down her face, “Sorry, Shikamaru. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

                “Don’t be.” Shikamaru bit the words out through blood stained teeth, his breathing ragged.

                Sakura felt like the blade had embedded itself in between her ribs as she searched out every tear in Shikamaru’s insides. Her hands were soaked in red and she could hear a story playing in her head, Tsunade’s somber voice telling her about her fear of blood that she barely managed even now. Maybe Sakura would become even more like her master.

                She hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

                Sakura hadn’t even realized she’d been talking until she felt her tongue pause in her mouth at Shikamaru’s plea, “Sakura, please stop.”

                She couldn’t even recall what she had been saying.

                She swallowed thickly, her voice hoarse. “I’m not going to stop. I can’t stop. You – “

                A hand was on her thigh and her eyes went to his face even as her hands continued to do what they did best. He had a smile on his lips but was looking at her with unconcealed worry. “Sakura, don’t kill yourself.”

                “Like you just did?” She almost screamed the words, her chest shaking. Anger gurgled in her throat and rushed through her veins, mixing horribly with the cold fear.

                The wind howled, picking up her hair and laying it against the stickiness of her tear stained cheeks. But it was quiet, so quiet and Sakura’s mouth threatened to run just to fill the heartbreaking silence.

                Shikamaru told her in a tired voice a moment later, “If we both die, then it didn’t mean anything.”

                A cry escaped her, and Sakura looked back to her blood-soaked hands instead of the way Shikamaru had closed his eyes clearly trying to focus on his breathing. Sakura relented only because she couldn’t do that to him, make his sacrifice mean nothing besides a few extra minutes of her own life. “I won’t drain all my chakra.”

                “Thank you.” He sighed, his relief seeping out into the air around them. His peace felt like it wrapped around her throat and choked her.

                She wanted to tell him she hated him for doing this to her. For not just letting her face death herself when she was who he had wanted to take. For leaving her here. For ripping her heart into more of a mess than his stomach was.

                She meant to tell him that she hated him, but all that came out was a broken, “I love you.”

                A laugh fell from his lips. It was airy and barely there, but Sakura knew it for what it was with how he smiled, his chest vibrating. “If you haven’t figured out that I feel the same… after all that… then you’re not as smart as I’ve given you credit for.”

                Her own laugh slipped out of her lips, followed by something like a sob. Her tears dripped off her chin to mix with the blood on her hands.

                Shikamaru lost consciousness seconds after and Sakura tried to pull herself together. She took a deep breath and focused on her chakra stitching love back together.

 ***

                She didn’t remember passing out but could feel the cold grass beneath her as someone shook her shoulder. She opened her eyes and blinked as the image of him became clearer above her.

 He was exhausted, blood still matted to his front and his muscles looked like they were trembling. But he had a smile on his face, his eyebrows pulled together. “You’re never going to listen to me, are you?”

                She gave him a tired smile. “I said I wouldn’t drain all my chakra and I didn’t.”

                Shikamaru huffed and fell against her, his lips pressed to hers. It was a tired kiss, sloppy and weak, but Sakura felt so much from it all the same and it took her breath away.

                “You’re insane.” He leaned his forehead against hers.

                Sakura held his face in her hands as his breath ghosted across her skin. “Oh, are you trying to tell me you didn’t know that?”

[peachximagines]

Princess Five 2

A/N: This was very delayed and I’m so very sorry, but there will be updates. Also, I am big-ignoring the end of Season 3 because I started this before the season came out and I got some big plans. 

Hopper was livid. I managed to get home by 11:30 but the foreign jacket wrapped around my shoulders reeked of alcohol and cigarettes.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Hopper yells. I fidget with the silver zipper. “I let you go out once, Jesus Christ, once and you come back smelling like some boy?” My tongue feels heavy in my mouth. I want to speak but I feel as though I’m being choked. I want to yell that Billy’s not some boy, that he gets me and that the time we talked was the most normalcy I’ve felt since closing that fucking gate. But I didn’t. The words stayed trapped behind the prison bars that was my tongue. I bow my head, staring at my shoes.

“You drank, you were with a boy that was not Steve and you can’t even look at me.” Hopper scoffs, rubbing a hand down his face. “Can’t you see that I have these rules to protect you? Has your time at the cabin not made you realize that?” The mention of the cabin spike in my adrenaline. I can't go back. I look at him, dead in his eyes.

I’m sorry. I think, forcing the thoughts in his mind.

“I know you’re sorry, but sorry isn’t going to keep you safe.” Hopper sits at the table, the light hovering over us in an unflattering light. “Just go to bed.” I nod, leaving the small cramped kitchen. The hallway was a labyrinth as I snailed my way to my room. The effects of the alcohol weighing on my body as if I was being pulled deeper into the ground. The yellowing wallpaper taunts me, never-ending. Before I could process time or my own movements, I was pushing open my door. The twin-sized bed tucked in the corner of the room seems like heaven. Taking my cement heavy body across the room, I make the trek. The blankets consume me, letting me be absorbed into the beautiful mattress. I hope for a sleepless night but I dream of Billy and I’s conversation.

“You just move here?” The fire cast a beautiful warm glow over Billy’s skin. He was golden, laying beside me. I nod, my hands seemingly more interesting than the Adonis in front of me. The lead muscle in my mouth prevents speech.

“You really don’t talk?” Billy asks, taking another swig from the dangerous poison. I nod, again. “The strength in your neck must be insane with all the nodding you do.” A joke. I giggle before covering my mouth. The noise was an accident and it felt wrong coming from me. But Billy loved it. His eyes lit up, the fire dancing in his light eyes.

“I got a noise out of you, princess.” He whoops loudly, gaining the annoyed attention of a nearby couple. I cover my face with both hands, shaking my head furiously trying to prevent the overflow of giggles that threaten to flood the sound barrier.

“C’mon, I wanna hear another noise. You make the prettiest noises, princess,” his voice was lower, closer to me. I couldn’t see him but I knew he was smirking. The intent behind his words wasn’t the same as the meaning. I feel the same fire in my belly as I did earlier. His close proximity just added to the fire. I know now, it’s not from the alcohol.

“What’s your name? I can keep calling you ‘princess’ but that’s not only your birth certificate.” I knew this would come up. I stick my hand out and stretch out my fingers. Five. I will him to hear me. The telepathy was a new discovery, one that I hope to master.

“Your name is Five? Like the number?” he laughs loudly. It comes out in waves, each one stronger than the one before. I wring my hands, squeezing them tight. I wish I lied. Billy’s laughter died off. He sighed, leaning back against the rocks.

“Shit, I’m sorry, princess. Five’s a badass name.” Billy leans his head against my shoulder. “Badass just like you.”

“Five,” A stern voice stands over me. A dull pain drums in my head. Nothing that I haven’t experienced, still unsettling. “I have an Advil and some water for you downstairs. Get up and come to the kitchen. We need to talk.” Hopper turns away, leaving the door to my room wide. I peek out the window, the sun barely making its own appearance. The sky a dull gray, representing my whole mood. I slink out of bed, leaving the warmth and the smell of Billy. I look at the jacket tucked underneath my pillow. How can I get it back to him? I shake my thoughts away, the dull pain turning into a constant throb now that I’m vertical. I drag my feet down the hallway. I heard the clinking of metal spoons coming in contact with ceramic bowls. I half-assedly take a box of cereal from the fridge.

“You’re gonna learn to use your arms and not your powers,” Hopper grumbles, placing a bowl in front of me. I reach across the table, clutching the cool gallon of milk. It felt wrong.

“You do what you did last night again and it’s back to the cabin, do you understand me?” I nod vigorously. “I can’t protect you if you’re out getting drunk with some rich teenage nobodies. You don’t have the pleasure of being able to do shit like that.” I nod again, swallowing down the cereal. I’m sorry. I push the thought, but it felt like nails scratching a chalkboard. I flinch.

“Advil, water and more food,” I smile. “I love you kid, I swear I’m trying to protect you.” I nod again. Of course Hopper, I believe you.

“On a lighter note,” Hopper slurps the milk from his bowl. “We have to go shopping today, you need school clothes.” I jump from my chair, my headache pushed to the back burner. The long-awaited battle and anger from being cooped up are finally over. Thank you, thank you I love you, thank you. Hopper laughs. I wrap my arms around him tight, almost knocking his bowl of cereal tasting milk off the table. He returned the favor, the strong tobacco smell laced into his clothes. Just like Billy’s.

“I think you are the only kid in America excited about school.” I shake my head. The Party likes school. “And I told you not everyone is like them, kiddo.” I agree. They’re better than everyone else.

“When do I get dressed? Can we leave now?” I shove the questions at him, forcing through the could of pain-blocking them.

“Shower, then we can leave.” I have never run so fast.

The mall was packed to the brim. Pink flyers advertising Valentine’s Day were in every window.

“What is Valentine’s Day?” Hopper raises an eyebrow at me.

“Did you not learn about holidays at the lab?” I shake my head, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I bet every teenage knew what this pink and red holiday was.

“It’s basically love day. It’s reserved for couples but friends do stuff for it too.”

“You and Joyce?” I inquire, out of genuine curiosity. Hopper clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Something like that, kid.” I nod, smiling softly at the thought. “It’s coming up next month so the stores have to shove the sentiment down single folks throats.” It sounded a little bitter but I didn’t question further. Hopper keeps a watchful eye on both me and our surrounds. Surveying for threats as if I couldn’t sense them. Dustin said they’re my Spidey senses. You’re Five-y senses! He had exclaimed, very proud of himself. The mall bustle seemed to overwhelm the sheriff more than I.

“We’re okay, Hop. We’re okay.” I urge, tapping three times on his knuckles. The muscles in his slack slightly and his shoulders give. I offer him a smile.

“Love you more.”

We continue our trek through the crowds, getting a couple of outfits that would fit me better than Hopper’s old clothes and Nancy’s hand me downs. I point to the pretzel cart, dragging Hopper with me as he groaned.

“You’re trying to fatten me up, aren’t you?” He jokes, reaching into his pocket to grab his wallet.

“You did that before I came along,” I respond, bumping my shoulder into his. Hopper laughs loudly, seemingly at nothing. A bored-looking teen slides us the cholesterol destroying delights. I smile, hoping that they could feel a little dosage of happiness but not even my powers could help this teen. I’m distracted from my minor failure when I catch a glimpse of recognizable blonde. Hargrove. He has his arm around some giggling girl and they’re surrounded by pairs in similar positions. Hargrove gives girl next to him a wink, before standing and walking towards the restrooms.

“Bathroom,” I tell Hopper before shoving the pretzel in his hand and taking off. I try to focus on Hargrove’s beautiful figure in a sea of people. People block my way with no care about my passing. They give me dirty looks as I try to sneak through the slim spaces they create to get to my destination. I finally emerge from the labyrinth of people but I can’t find him. I frown, searching the crowd but he is nowhere to be seen. I walk towards the bathroom and find a water fountain. I lean over to take deep sips, disappointed in my behavior. Searching for a boy I barely know like some love-struck puppy. Disgusting. If Papa knew how I was acting, it would be the worst punishments. I’m pulled from my thoughts when my Five-y senses pick up on an approaching person. My pores open, my hair standing on edge as my blood runs seemingly cold.

“Well, well, well. Isn't this a beautiful surprise?” Hargrove. I wipe the excess water from my lips hurriedly. I try to smile like a pretty girl. “Hey, Five.” He leans next to the water fountain. Even in the most horrid of lighting he still seems to glow. It wasn’t from the warm fire last night, it was just him. I wave.

“One day I’m going to want to hear you say my name, beautiful,” he approaches me. “Say it for me, babe. Just once.” I feel like all the air has left my lungs. I want to say it but I can’t. Hargrove doesn’t seem to be disappointed though. He strokes my cheek softly. “I saw you looking at me when you were with the sheriff. Am I just that pretty?” I feel my cheeks warm and I open and close my mouth like a fish out of water. He was being bold, maybe I needed to be too. I nodded. He liked that. A lot.

“You know what, princess?” he leans over pressing his lips against my ear, “I think you’re really pretty too. The prettiest girl in this shit hole town to be honest.” I feel goosebumps disperse across my skin. I felt a need like I have never before but I didn’t know what. I swallow, loud enough that he could definitely hear.

“You’re so shy and innocent, Princess Five,” he rests a hand on my waist. The unknown feeling intensifies and I feel dizzy. “I wanna change that so bad.” I nod, not knowing what I was agreeing to. “But only for me. I want everyone to see you as this innocent little thing but I want you to be naughty for me.” He presses a kiss to my jaw before backing away. I want to pull him back towards me.

“I’ll be at the quarries tonight around midnight. Just me. I hope to see you there.” I nod again, the only thing I seem to be able to do.

[hubakon1368]

DISCLAIMER: This post is not from the author of the fic. If anyone knows the name of the author’s tumblr account (if they have one), would you please tell me? It would be appreciated.

Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kairi & Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Lea & Roxas & Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Kairi & Riku & Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Donald Duck & Goofy & Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Aqua & Terra & Ventus (Kingdom Hearts), Mickey Mouse & Riku (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Axel (Kingdom Hearts), Kairi (Kingdom Hearts), Merlin (Kingdom Hearts), Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Donald Duck (Kingdom Hearts), Goofy (Kingdom Hearts), Mickey Mouse (Kingdom Hearts), Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Aqua (Kingdom Hearts), Yen Sid (Kingdom Hearts), Vexen (Kingdom Hearts), Demyx (Kingdom Hearts), Ansem the Wise | DiZ, Ienzo (Kingdom Hearts), Xemnas (Kingdom Hearts), Xigbar (Kingdom Hearts), Saïx (Kingdom Hearts), Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts), Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Larxene (Kingdom Hearts), Marluxia (Kingdom Hearts), Leon (Kingdom Hearts), Ventus (Kingdom Hearts), Aeleus (Kingdom Hearts), Dilan (Kingdom Hearts), Tron (Kingdom Hearts), Ansem Seeker of Darkness | Xehanort's Heartless, Xehanort (Kingdom Hearts), Terra (Kingdom Hearts), Jiminy Cricket (Kingdom Hearts), Chirithy (Kingdom Hearts), Naminé (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Friendship, Spoilers - Kingdom Hearts III, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Awesome Kairi (Kingdom Hearts), Keyblades (Kingdom Hearts), Training, Magic, Fight Scenes, Guilt, Regret, Protectiveness, Memories, Lost Memories, Parental/Big Brother Lea/Axel, Hearts, Missing Their Friends, Axel Raised Roxas, Past Isa & Lea (Kingdom Hearts) Friendship, Badass Lea (Kingdom Hearts), Lea/Axel Has Issues, Axel Made Mistakes, Worldbuilding, Sora (Kingdom Hearts)'s Heart, Sora (Kingdom Hearts)'s Heart-Guests, Magic and Science, past trauma, Aqua Has Issues, References To Experiments On Hearts, Bad Things Happened In Radiant Garden, Badass Kairi (Kingdom Hearts), Mentions of Blood, Dive into the heart, Stations of Awakening, Serious Injuries, Knives, Burns, Protective Lea/Axel, Platonic Relationships, Near Death Experiences, Badass Donald Duck (Kingdom Hearts), Donald Duck Has Magic, Roxas (Kingdom Hearts) Has Issues, Xion (Kingdom Hearts) Has Issues, Donald Duck (Kingdom Hearts) Actually Uses Cure, Nightmares, Platonic Love, Platonic Cuddling, Hugs, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Friends as Family, Canon Temporary Character Death Series: Part 1 of Instinctively Family

Chapter 18: Keyblade Graveyard

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Notes: Sorry that I made you guys wait so long. My brain and inspiration were held hostage by another fandom. Then I got distracted by all the excitement of "ReMind"… before my brain was recaptured by the other fandom again. It's been a bit insane and I do apologize. Thankfully, due to the fact that events have already been altered a bit in this story, I don't have to worry about trying to incorporate everything from the DLC. I might snag some bits and pieces if they would fit in, but there will be no stable time-loop heart-hopping shenanigans in this fic.

I do have some good news. There is a planned sequel for this fic. It'll be titled "Parental Instinct" (with the duology being called "Instinctively Family"). It'll be a bit more domestic with less combat that this one. Mostly it'll be focused on the question of "what now" as Lea, Roxas, Xion, and even Isa try to move forward, building a life outside of the Organization and Keyblade Wars while also dealing with the fallout of everything. That should give you something to look forward to.

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Lea knew what they were doing. The real Organization XIII was doing the exact same thing that Larxene and Marluxia tried a few days ago. They were throwing as many Heartless and such as possible at the guardians in the hopes of wearing them down. And as soon as the guardians of light were exhausted and vulnerable, that was when Master Xehanort's followers would strike.

It was a good plan. Beat them down with sheer numbers. Wave after wave of Heartless, some scattered Nobodies, and the strange creatures that Ventus hurriedly identified as Unversed at one point. Eventually someone would make a mistake. He could see their logic. Lea might have tried the same strategy in their position.

But none of them were giving up yet.

Once more, Lea found himself in the middle of a cluster of protective Keyblade-wielding teenagers. The rest were spread out, but his self-appointed bodyguards kept close. He did appreciate the gesture and help. But mostly he appreciated that he could keep track of them easier that way.

They'd gotten more coordinated on how they split up the job of giving him backup. Xion had perfected a high-level Reflect spell at some point, the transparent shield similar to the one he'd glimpsed Aqua using. Lea kept finding it around him at regular intervals. Xion cast that spell whenever she thought he might get overwhelmed. Kairi's continuous use of Cura helped with the hits that he couldn't avoid and his general strength. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew that he wasn't up to his normal energy levels. And the larger Heartless never had a chance to get close before Roxas drove it back. The boy channeled all his understandable anger and frustration into every swing. And occasionally the kids would team up together to pull off a combo attack, clearing out large chunks of the enemy from around Lea.

He was mildly surprised when Roxas, Xion, and Ventus worked together on a large clump of Nobodies approaching through the stone chasm. Apparently Roxas had set aside his discomfort with the other boy either temporarily or permanently. Or at least enough of that unease was gone that they could compliment each other's fighting styles. It was honestly a relief. There were enough complicated and uncomfortable issues. It would be far easier if at least some of Lea's various friends could get along.

When they got Isa back, he couldn't imagine how awkward that would be.

When. Not if.

None of them had much of a chance to catch their breaths though. The second wave of Heartless were just as numerous as the first. And Lea doubted that Sora would be able to summon up another magic rollercoaster to tear through them.

Not that Sora wasn't already doing an impressive job. While everyone else focused on the task of maintaining the perimeter and keeping more enemies from spilling over, Sora, Donald, and Goofy were in the center of everything. The trio were dealing with the nightmarish amalgamation.

Lea didn't know of a better way to describe the Demon Tide except as a mass of smaller Heartless clustered together. A swarm of Shadows that travel in waves and narrow twisters that thrash and lash out. It twisted and swirled through the air before diving into the ground through patches of darkness, bursting out somewhere else to attack from a new angle. The thing moved like something between a serpent and a thin cyclone. And Sora, Donald, and Goofy managed to corral the thrashing mass of Heartless while the rest of the guardians remained on the outskirts.

And then Sora's Keyblade turned into a pair of arrowguns. Because apparently that was a trick that he picked up somewhere. Almost like that weird suit of armor turning a Keyblade into a whip.

[diannaphantomfiction]

Karivarry LifeSwap AU Writing Prompts. Prompt 12/♾: Day in the Life

Prompt requested by Anonymous

Kara, Barry and Oliver and their interactions with their teams + how they live their civilian lives

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“You can’t be serious.” Kara stared at her manager, sorry former manager, in shock.

“I’m sorry, Kara. The owner didn’t give me a choice. She said the police called. That you lied about your criminal history?”

It had taken Kara weeks to get a job at this stupid theme diner. She hadn’t even wanted it, but she needed the work desperately. So, during the day she stuffed herself into the stupid uniform (A pink dress with a fancy black apron tied around her waist and a pair of kitten heels), plastered a smile on her face, laughed at customers’ bad jokes, and hoped her feet wouldn’t be bleeding at the end of her shift. It wasn’t a good job per say, but they paid her minimum wage before she got her tips and gave her daytime hours.

And Maggie had lied to her boss and cost her it.

“I was never convicted of anything! They let me go every. Single. Time.”

“I’m sorry, Kara. You’re a good worker, but…”

Kara sighed, “You need a job too.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I’ll change out of my uniform.”

“Thanks, Kara.”

Kara changed out of her uniform and returned everything, before leaving the building. She shoved down her anger and marched to the nearest bus stop. She was running out of options. Sure, she still had her inheritance, her mother had removed the excess requirements when Kara had come home broken and mentally scared. Cat Grant may have believed in hard work, but she wasn’t a monster. She would never leave her daughter to the streets if her PTSD prevented her from working. So she had a nice apartment, more than enough money to take care of Carter as his guardian, put food on the table, and pay for anything they would need, but she wanted to work. She hated sitting around doing nothing and John had literally pushed her out of the “Arrow Cave” a few times because “being the Arrow 24/7 isn’t healthy”.

Unfortunately, no one wanted to hire a girl with a BA in Anthropology. She supposed she could go back to school somehow, get her Master’s and PhD. But, the idea of field work made her heart race, her organs to chill, and her stomach to flip. She was actually terrified of it now when before it had excited her, and she wasn’t willing to admit that. Kara waved down the bus and rode it until she reached her favorite coffee shop. Apparently it was time to start looking for jobs. Again. So, that’s what she did, applying to everything she came across that she’d be able to do for hours until it was time to go home. She’d be there just long enough to fix dinner and wrangle Carter into homework and sleep before she was due at the Arrow Cave.

“Hey kid.” Kara said, ruffling Carter’s hair as she walked past him on the way to the kitchen. He was working on his Math homework, which would give Kara plenty of time to throw together something mostly healthy for them to eat.

“Hey Kara. I thought you got off work earlier today?”

Kara paused. Damn it, this kid was too smart. “So chicken or fish tonight? I think I have some Cod in the fridge…”

“Did you get fired again?”

Kara turned away just long enough to pull the cod and some vegetables out. “Yeah.”

Carter didn’t say anything for a few minutes, letting Kara work on cooking as he half-focused on a Math problem. As soon as the food was left to simmer, knowing that all Kara had to do was watch it, he spoke up again.

“You know you don’t have to work right? Mom said that if your PTSD was too bad…”

“Oh Car…” she turned to face him, “It’s not that simple. I like working. I like keeping busy. If I don’t work, it will just keep getting worse. Staying busy helps. Besides, what would I do with myself all day if I didn’t have a job?”

Carter shrugged. “I don’t know. I just...I don’t want you to end up getting hurt because you’re not ready for something, Kar.” Kara smiled at the old nickname. It had been a joke from Alex that had stuck. Her baby siblings: Kar and Car. Eventually the two of them had claimed the names for themselves, Carter actually declaring that only Kara was allowed to call him that.

“I’m glad you care, but it’s not your job to worry about me. I’m the big sister and you’re the teenage boy. It’s your job to do stupid shit and make mistakes and learn and it’s my job to worry about you.”

Kara was extremely glad that Carter was old enough to be left alone as she slipped out of the apartment to go to her “second job”. Kara had told Carter it was a managing job at Lena’s club and it was a good cover...for people who didn’t know who was on staff at Lena’s club or what was in it’s basement. So, Carter believed it. He was a smart kid, but he didn’t have all the facts and Kara was going to make sure he didn’t until he was older. Kara walked down to find John and Winn arguing about something lightheartedly, Lena elegantly stuffing her face with french fries, Mike and James arguing about something significantly less lightheartedly, and Kaldur and Artemis sparing.

“Kaldur! Artemis! What have I told you about sparing right before a planned patrol?”

They stopped. Kaldur at least looked reasonably chastised, he released his hard water construct swords, but not back into his water pack or as water vapor. No, he just let it fall to the ground. He then looked more embarrassed and even more chastised, luckily he realized his mistake and touched the puddle with a finger, he made his markings glow and evaporated it into the air.

Artemis on the other hand, just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Kara loved Artemis like a little sister, she really did, but that girl had more bitterness in her pinkie toe than the rest of Kara’s team combined. Kara would never blame her for that, no teenager should have to suffer through being raised in the League of Assassins. Unfortunately, it did make it difficult to act as her mentor. Kara had learned that, for the most part, Artemis needed to make her own mistakes and Kara let her as long as the mistakes wouldn’t get her killed. So if it had just been Artemis going some intense training, Kara would have let her, lecturing her after she tried to spin kick someone with a sprained ankle and wouldn’t be able to walk on it for a couple weeks. Kaldur didn’t learn like that though and if he’d pulled a muscle or gotten hit wrong during sparring and injured himself more in the field, it would only serve to put him in a funk and it could take him days to get back to normal.

“I want you two on petty crimes tonight. And remember; back here by 2:30, back home by 3:00.”

“Petty crimes? Again?” Artemis snarled, “We’ve been on petty crimes all week!”

Kaldur bit his lip. He clearly thought something similar, but was thinking up a way to say it more respectfully. “We’re just...concerned you’re going easy on us. How are we supposed to learn if we aren’t challenged.”

Kara’s shoulders slumped. “I know. But...what we’ve been working on...I’m trying to make sure everyone comes out alive. You’re both extremely talented and skilled, but the man we’re fighting won’t hesitate to kill you, even if you are just teenagers. I want you both alive, and if that means keeping you on the sidelines for a while, that’s what I’m going to do.”

Neither teen looked particularly happy about that, but they didn’t argue. Simply nodded and sulked off to do their job.

“That’s probably going to come back to bite you.” Winn said, spinning just a little too hard in his chair and taking a couple extra circles, which almost completely undermined his point.

“They’ll get over it when they’re still alive,” Kara said, walking over to her suit. “So, have we found something more about Ra’s Al Ghul?”

“Nothing more than the usual chatter,” John said.

“You know if Alex was here…” Mike stops as everyone glares at him.

Kara stares him down for a few seconds. “Wildcat. Petty crimes.”

“What?”

“You’re on petty crimes. Mentioning my dead sister is in very poor taste and if you’re not going to provide meaningful contributions I’m going to treat you like one of the teenagers. Petty. Crimes.”

Mike stared at her, but eventually he left to join the teenagers on petty crime duty. Kara turned to the rest of her team and zipped up her leather jacket.

“Alright. Let’s get to work, then.”

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Oliver sat at his desk at the courthouse, mindlessly clicking through a form as he waited for his lunch hour. Usually, Oliver was busy. Criminal Psychologists who were willing to work for one city were rare. They were always sending him “insanity defenses” to examine, children to interview, or even sending him to Iron Heights to do prisoner interviews. Today he just had to interview a couple of “unstable” defendants (off his meds and mad because a cop pulled a gun on her ten year old) and fill out some forms. The computer didn’t move at super speed or he’d have been out of here hours ago. It was days like this Oliver hated his job.

“Knock, knock, big brother.”

Oliver looked up from his computer. “Sara? What in the world are you doing here? I’m sure I would have known if Captain Cold was on trial…”

Sara laughed. “Please. I would totally wear my parka to my own trial. I’m just here as a character witness.”

Oliver looked over her tasteful slacks and light blue blouse. “...For who? Are you going to perjure yourself for one of your girls?”

Sara waved her hand dismissively. “I’m not going to tell you. You wouldn’t believe me if I said no and you’d have me arrested if I said yes.”

“Because you would have left me no choice, Sara. Honestly. Do you not understand any of our jobs?”

“Meh.” She shrugged.

Oliver sighed, “Why are you in my office specifically?”

“I’m grabbing you and Laurel for Lunch.”

“...You’re just going to walk into the DA’s office and invite your sister to lunch?”

“Well how else would I do it?”

“Are you forgetting that you are Captain Cold?”

“No one can prove that.”

“You literally don’t wear a mask.”

As it turns out, Sara could just waltz into the DA’s office by changing her body language, speech patterns, and letting her hair down. Gone were the familiar hard lines around her eyes, the sarcastic lift in her voice, the confident swagger, and the tight ponytail. Instead she was walking with more swing in her hips, had pulled her hair down and fluffed it so it looked wavy, wore a smile that just didn’t look right, but did make her look younger and sweeter, and spoke in that way Oliver was sure women only did when they wanted something.

But, it got her past security without anyone questioning her. Somehow.

Laurel barely glanced up from her paperwork as they walked in. “Hey Oliver. Sorry, I can’t talk. I just got assigned a case from Major Crimes and I’m pretty sure they think I’m some sort of miracle worker.”

In an instant, Sara’s body language shifted back to normal. Her smirk and sarcastic lift returned as quickly as she relaxed back into her usual self. “Come on, Laurel. Even ADAs get lunch breaks.”

Laurel froze and looked up suspiciously, already stuffing the paperwork back into files and locking her computer. “Sara? How did you even get in here?”

“She walked. It was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen and I hope I don’t see it again.” Oliver said, completely serious.

“Come on,” Sara said as she tugged Laurel from her seat and out of her office, “If we hurry we can help Roy play hooky. Have a real sibling bonding experience.”

Laurel and Oliver exchanged a glance as they followed her, too familiar with her antics to try to fight her or stop her.

“You know, if you just told her…” Laurel started.

Oliver glared, “Shut up. Why don’t you tell her?”

Neither of the two superheroes had an answer to why they didn’t tell Sara as they followed their super villain sister to lunch.

It took a grand minute and a half for Thea to crash right into a wall and knock herself out. Oliver winced as he slid into a stop next to her. That was a new record. Her mask was off center as well, they’d have to fix that so it wouldn’t slip off or accidentally blind her.

Her eyes flickered open and she tried to shake her hair out of her eyes and failed. “Mr. Queen? Did I win?”

Oliver smiled and sat down beside her. “No. Sorry. Don’t worry, turning is hard at first, you lasted a long time. Well, a long time for a speedster. Come on, sit up. Caitlin will be down soon to force water down your throat and check you for a concussion in a few seconds. And I imagine your father will be freaking out.”

Thea sat up with a groan as she pushed her mask up onto her forehead, messing up her hair even more, which she would definitely complain about once her concussion passed in a couple hours.

Oliver has never expected to have a mentee of his own, not really. He’d seen Kara’s protégées training as she watched, shouting out corrections and encouragement at them. They were brilliant, Kaldur was fast, silent, and smart, Artemis was creative and her aim was nearly as good as Kara’s. Oliver hoped he could be as good a mentor to Thea was Kara was to Kaldur and Artemis.

The air chilled as Caitlin walked into the speed lab, her white waves bouncing and her blue lips pursed in the disappointment Oliver knew all too well from the dozens of times he had hurt himself and she had to patch him up.

Mac was right behind her, his usually blank, hard face was awash with worry and concern. When anyone except Thea was in trouble, he showed his care with anger and frustration. It was strange, but oh so Mac. None of them would have him any other way.

“What happened?!” Mac demanded.

Caitlin rolled her eyes and kneeled down, ignoring Thea’s flinch and hiss as Caitlin’s ice cold hands cupped her chin.

“Thea still hasn’t figured out how to make sharp turns. It takes some time to figure out.” Oliver assured Mac, placing a gentle, comforting hand on Thea’s shoulder.

“Why isn’t it like normal?” She moaned.

“Because we’re really, really fast. It’s like a cheetah. It takes extra thought, extra energy.”

Thea groaned. “Stupid…”

Oliver merely laughed. Yeah. It kind of was.

Caitlin was asking Thea the standard concussion questions and shining a light in her eyes.

“Why are you so cold?” Thea whined, pulling away with a shiver.

“My people are from a frozen planet.” Caitlin said dryly.

“Shouldn’t you have fire powers then?”

“That’s not how we evolved.”

Thea huffed and everyone else shook their heads and chuckled. Caitlin pulled back and nodded. “You’ll be just fine with some rest and some food.”

Mac sighed and scooped his daughter up. “You know, if you’re going to be doing this you're going to have to be more careful.”

“Hmmm...I love you too, Dad, but I’m very very hungry.”

Oliver chuckled as he and Caitlin followed the father and daughter. Now that he thought about it, he was also very, very hungry.

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Barry was bored. He was absolutely, positively bored out of his mind. As Dr. Tina McGee’s executive assistant, he was supposed to be paying attention and taking notes. Instead he was unprofessionally trying not to fall asleep in the middle of a board meeting that started at 5:30 and still wasn’t finished after lunch. Barry startled himself awake and adjusted his wire framed glasses as he tried to look like he’d been focused on his tablet. It probably didn’t work considering Dr. McGee gave him a fond look.

“I think that’s enough for today, gentlemen. Clearly we aren’t going to get any further and I think we all need a break.” She rose to her feet and left the room, Barry quickly stumbling to his feet and following after his boss.

Dr. McGee sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Well, that was a waste of time. How much did they screw up my schedule, Barry?”

“Uh…” Barry clipped on his tablet with his stylus. “Very. The minute it went past eight I set up automatic alerts asking one of the receptionists to reschedule your appointments.”

“Is Wayne Enterprises still on the schedule?”

“Yes ma’am. They’re going to be here in an hour and a half.”

Dr. McGee nodded. “Alright. Well, after that disaster of a meeting I need caffeine and sweets. Would you head down to the nearest Starbucks and get me something? Oh, and get something for yourself too. You looked dead on your feet in there.”

Her smile was kind, clearly making an excuse to give Barry a chance to get some much needed caffeine. What Barry actually needed was sunlight, but he quite liked the idea of a Frappecino. It would be a nice treat. So Barry sped walked down, the balance between “I’m totally a normal human” and “I’m literally not a human being” led to him looking very, very clumsy as made his way to the nearest Starbucks.

Barry ordered two very sweet iced coffees and hopped back upstairs, giving Dr. McGee her drink before returning to his desk to send emails and do other assistant things. It was very, very boring and Barry wished, not for the first time, that his keyboard could withstand super speed. And that he wasn’t in full view of everyone. It would make his life so much easier. Luckily, he only had to make it through that one last meeting and then he’d be able to go to his real job.

“Your patrol route for the day.”

Barry smiled at Len as he took to the tablet. “Hello to you too, Len”

Barry was already in his Superboy suit, having flown over, his hair windswept since he wore his longer than Clark’s and didn’t include a pound of hair products. Len, currently in his human form smirked and rolled his eyes, fondly. Barry’s route was outlined in blue as usual and intersected occasionally with Iris’s (gold) and Ronnie’s (orange). The routes were randomly generated by Cisco every day as a way to avoid a pattern that their enemies could pick up on.

Barry memorized his route quickly and handed to tablet back to Len. “I’m going to check in on everyone first.”

“Go right ahead, Bar.”

Barry smiled at his friend and mentor before running from the room. Bette shooed Barry away from Cisco because apparently they were in the middle of an assignment, but Barry had managed to catch up to Iris and Ronnie as they were getting ready for patrol.

“Rondi! Iris!” Barry called.

They turned. Ronnie Raymond, a Tamaranian whose real name was Rondi’ander, but was better known to the public as Brightfire, smiled at Barry kindly as he came up.

“Bar-El, how was your day?”

“Long and boring. You?”

“Jax got upset and he has set our television room ablaze.”

Barry winced. Jaxin’ander, or simply Jax, was Rondi’s younger brother and he had the same problem all teenagers with dangerous powers seemed to. Namely, control. That was why they had Jax, Wally, and Jessie all training together under whoever was willing to lend a hand. Usually it was Len or Barry, sometimes Bette felt comfortable enough to lend a hand and every once in a while Clark would show up. One time he even brought Diana with him. Barry was pretty sure they like Diana more than the rest of them combined.

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Iris asked. She was already sitting on her motorcycle, but her mask, which usually covered her lower face, was around her neck and her goggles were sitting on her forehead.

“Of course not!” Barry hugged his sister, smiling brightly again. There was a reason people called him a golden retriever. “How was work?”

“Fine. They’re bugging my to get an interview with Guardian.”

“They want you to interview...yourself?”

“You see my problem? Maybe I should ask Clark for advice, he interviews himself all the time.”

“I think he actually has Lois ask the questions.”

“Hm. That’s not a bad idea. Well, I’m good to go if you two are,” Iris said, tugging her mask and placing her goggles on her eyes.

Barry smiled and nodded and the three of them headed out to work.

[chaoticgeminate]

My Kwami ate my Homework

They were dead. Completely and utterly screwed.

"Adrien, where did it go?"

Rising panic in Marinette's voice nearly triggered him to deliver something like 'No worries, purr-incess, this cat will handle it' or some other cheesy line. He hated when she panicked, it often made him feel funny seeing her without her usual smile, he hated that he was the cause of her panic most of the time-

Focus, Agreste.

"I hope nobody on the staff thought it was trash." He had warned them all about his assignment, they had been tasked to do an experiment on mold and how it grew, stashing a few stores of food in different places in his room.

His father had only agreed after it was pointed out that Marinette's family owned a bakery, she wouldn't dare risk stashing something like that where it could get close to the product, he could at least wash his clothes an extra time and clean his room if there was a problem. They had managed to find the fruit, kept in a bag to prevent flies, as well as the bread.

A funny feeling of horror, worry, and anger caused his gut to clench tightly.

'Man, I don't feel so good, I'm going to take a nap.'

'Maybe it was something I ate? I told you not to get the cheap cheese.'

He heard Marinette grumble something, though what she said he couldn't make out, shifting to look at her and realizing she was talking into her purse. "Uh, Mari?" He squeaked and she snapped her eyes up to his face, dropping her purse like it had grown eight legs, a small red and black creature falling out.

"Ow!"

"Oh gosh, Tikki I'm so sorry!"

Watching Marinette (Ladybug?! Maribug? Ladynette?) scoop up her Kwami and apologize profusely to the little God, his throat constricting tight enough that all he could do was squeak, he could see the moment it registered that she'd just done that.

He would probably be in the same predicament if she’d met Plagg in a similar fashion, being honest, and his Lady had always been cautious with her identity so she was probably kicking herself for that one.

The way her shoulders stiffened, her hands shaking, mouth dropping open as she tried to come up with something. "H-hello again, Tikki." He thought it was cute as something resembling the word 'what' slipped out of Mari's mouth. His Lady was so damn adorable-

The moment of recognition dawned on her and all thoughts of adorable faded into terrifying at the way her pupils disappeared.

"Chat."

Okay, not a question, she was set on it.

"Yes, M'Lady?"

He was waiting for something, anything, that wasn't her just gaping at him. "Did your Kwami eat our homework?" He had thought the same thing earlier, especially when Plagg complained about a stomach ache, but he'd gotten distracted.

They were avoiding the reveal, focusing on the homework, he could handle this completely! He was chill, she was chill, it would be fine.

Talk about insanity. "I think he might have, Bugaboo. Plagg, where are you?" Adrien checked the sunny spot by his window, his bed, and the top of his skateboard ramp. Tikki was the one to find him, looking a little green around the whiskers, hiding in the bathroom trash can.

"The project is due tomorrow, Adrien, we can't just... there's no way to just make a bunch of cheese get moldy again."

Tikki giggled softly. "There is, but Plagg has to go see Master Fu and get healed first. Cataclysm doesn’t just destroy more that it is a concentrated burst of energy that makes things go wrong.” Bad luck, the concept of entropy, it was a guarantee that the worst thing to happen would happen,

Which explained why electronics short circuited most of the time, metal rusted and faded to nothing, and-

“Chaton, hey, focus.”

Marinette was staring at him with an unreadable expression on her face, he nodded as his voice disappeared again. “Let’s go see Master Fu, get Plagg treated, fix our homework assignment... then we can have a joint identity panic attack.” He nodded mutely as she looked at Tikki, then at him, then to the window.

Getting out as Adrien wasn’t happening, after all, and Plagg couldn’t transform like this. “Tikki, spots on.” Before his very eyes Marinette became Ladybug and it was so embarrassing but the stupid smile just wouldn’t go away. “Come on, hot stuff, let’s go.” He let her cradle him as he tucked Plagg in his jacket, praying the Kwami didn’t hurl, he almost missed what she said.

“Hot stuff, M’Lady?”

“Don’t start, Chaton.”

“Do you, purr-haps, have feelings for me?”

He needed to know, a straight answer from everyone else he wasn’t getting and even Marinette herself was confusing. “Okay, look, I do. But I’m such a mess and not nearly as amazing as Ladybug when I’m out of the suit! You deserve someone who doesn’t fall down stairs, fumble over a hello, and panic when you even smile. I was scared you’d turn me down and-” He could see the way she was thinking and blowing through her thoughts, he had never thought her convoluted plans bled into real life, Adrien let them land on a roof before he poked her cheek and made her look at him.

A tint of pink appeared on her cheeks. “Marinette, if i hadn’t met the Ladybug side of you first I would have been just as flirty with you out of the suit, you are amazing and creative and sweet. If you weren’t you then Ladybug wouldn’t be Ladybug, if you’re treating it like she’s a separate thing from you, okay? It’s just a bonus for me that this creative, sweet, pretty, selfless girl is also my spotted hero partner.”

“Can you two stop being so sappy? I’m going to hurl and it won’t be pretty, not that you expect it to be.”

Plagg’s comment prompted both teens to groan.

“Today sucks.”

“Well, at least we have a back up plan. Instead of going in tomorrow and telling Madam Mendeleiev ‘I’m sorry we have a portion missing, but my Kwami ate my homework’ like it’s normal.” They stared at one another and then burst into laughter as the yo-yo shot out to catch a chimney and carry them toward the Guardian.

[spell406]

So, a friend of mine basically forced me to watch at least one episode of Netflix Castlevania.

(Disc - I am new to tumblr and had a little problems with posting this thing correctly. Sorry for spam)

So I watched one. And then another. And another… When I finished it was 3 a.m., my eyes were burned out, my brain fried, and my soul forever forfeited, but whatever, who need it anyway.

I am new to the universe, and I know that I am something like 10 months late to the review party, so instead I decided to just share a bunch of thoughts of mine. [UPDATE – Because I am extremely heavy procrastinator and it took me almost two weeks to write this thing I am already at 50% of SoTN right now I’ve finished SoTN by now]

First of all – Castlevania looks like anime, but shares almost nothing common with it. It was a relief, to be honest, as I was a little afraid of show being just another shounen with specific set of clichés and similarities that might quite not bad (or even enjoyable), but I’ve seen them too many times before – better or worse executed – to watch without a mild nausea another Bleach/Naruto in a darker scenario.

I would never demand a fantasy world to be realistic. Like, who would do, fantasy world is supposed to be… fantasy, right? I am fine with lack of realism but I can’t say the same about lack of common sense, and there is a matter of logic that I personally find quite funny. When you are about to fight in close quarters with someone, with both of you lives on stake you’ll want to use every possible advantage. In general there are two kinds of battle armors – first one is focused on providing maximum protection (like typical medieval plate armor) and second one designed to grant freedom of movement especially critical in usually legwork-heavy duels. And here are our “battle” priests in gowns. Gowns, that manage to provide neither aforementioned advantage and downsides of both. Heh. It just bothers me too much, honestly.

I really love the flow of narration; the way that every character including antagonists has its own set of motives and reasons, even Carmilla has her own background that is convicting to justify her bitchery (Well, she has seen it before, right? And Dracula wasn’t even trying to hide his apathy, so why would she like to watch as dead man wages his hollow war)(Is it only me or Dracula shows typical signs of severe depression? Apathy, lack of strength to take any decision, not taking care of himself, loss of interest – even in his own war – well, to be honest he has a good reason to do so).

Animations. Ah, that one is unquestionably excellent, although you Powerhouse Animation guys could have make use of an additional 4-5 fps – from time to time I had a feeling that there is a cat sitting on my keyboard’s space bar, pausing and starting show over and over - it happened something like two or three times. If it comes to favorite scenes – for me, it would be first meeting and fight between Trevor and Alucard. The dialogue and music is so good at reflecting rising pressure and tension between those two – let put oneself in Trevor’s boots – just day before he was rather concerned about getting some food/drink and move on and now he is standing against something that he now considers to be last boss of his life, or perhaps not, he doesn’t even know how does Dracula looks like and he doesn’t seem to be openly aggressive, or perhaps yes, he is obviously vampire and he seems to doesn’t like Belmont name, on the other hand even lesser vampire might be not so easy foe and he is kinda out of practice, and Sypha doesn’t feel like helping out, at least for now… It is all just perfect, and the sound track alone is stuff of legends. (Season 2 OST on Spotify WHEN??”)

Second best would be first phase of Dracula fight – the way which they are team working fluently to not let eachother get killed pleases my inner maniac in best possible way, although the 1 vs 1 part is kinda downgrade - but still ok.

But there is one thing that really stands out in best possible way from things I’ve seen before and that’s utilization of facial expression and body language. Like seriously, this combined with really outstanding voice acting bring interactions between characters to another damned level. (Unfortunately, national translation and voice acting is so awful that I couldn’t bear myself to finish even first season). There are few thing I consider more important in creating credible character than combining overall expressiveness and voice acting, the ability to tell words without actually using any (Finding Ciri cinematic in Witcher 3 is perhaps best known to me example) - and Castlevania does it just soooo good.

Dracula generals. When they were shown for the first time I was like “oh boy he has summoned generals, (Generals! Master tactician, the artists of war!) the oldest, most cunning and powerful beasts from entire world, now things are going to get rough.” And how did it turned out? I can understand that Dracula tasked his forge masters with overseeing the war (Although his reasoning was kind of ok, good job Dracula for nominating for executives two people, that knew least about proceeding war) Did they were incompetent so much? Then how did they managed to get their titles, if they were just a bunch of endlessly whining mischief-makers? They were supposed to know how war looks like, and how to do one, but instead they did literally nothing for war effort! If you ask me, that is at least one risen eyebrow. Excluding Godbrand, the only member of council that did anything more than grate his teeth in silent anger, killed some civilians and got taken care of quite effortlessly. Also, Godbrand wasn’t made to be the sharpest knife in a closet, but he still was bright enough to ask himself “What will we do when we’ll win a war?” Also, he managed to notice that there were no real plan to follow... That is +1 to you Godbrand, I’ll miss you my vikingy boi. In the end, if they were meant to be just a background, they did get a little too much of screen time, and if they were not, they got faaaaaar from enough of it.

By the way – not sure if it’s only me but I personally think that Trevor might be keenest (or – at least – not dumbest) of protagonist trio. He might lack classic education, but he is careful watcher (he noticed fresh oil in torch and overall state of Alucard’s hideout), he correctly chosen and quite successfully executed strategy at Gresit square (isolate, divide and destroy) and quite steadfastly shrugged  off Alucard bickering (well, most of times). Also, his plan for battle with vampire generals was quite logical – avoid close quarter cause humans are in general more fragile than vampires, and Alucard as frontline. My inner maniac was most pleased.

As I said before, I really enjoy Castlevania’s overall character design but with an exception of bishop of Gresit. There is no reason for his work, I know that he is insane and reasoning usually does not apply to those like him but I feel like there is no reason in villainy (this entire talking about making a God’s own country – well, I don’t buy it), aside of being genuinely baaaaad, which kinda stands out in negative way in comparison to the rest of characters.

To highlight the issue, lets do some roleplaying here:

The night creatures are ravaging the land that you had sworn to protect in unholy war against humanity, killing women, men even your subordinates alike. The citizens are growing restless, and demand taking an action. How do you proceed?

a) Find the last descendant of family known for their prowess in fighting those beasts; but be wary – he doesn’t seem to like you very much after you branded him as heretic, exterminated his entire family and burned down his home (probably with some of aforementioned family still inside it). However, if you nicely ask for help, reverse the curse, apology for making mistake and return the estate it actually might work. (to be honest that could be quite interesting moral choice for Trevor, to help people of Wallachia and let bishop take all glory or decline the bishop proposition and screw people over in the process)

b) You can fight them, you are the Holy Church after all. You have access to unlimited supply of holy water, relics, you have enough money and authority to arm and train people’s militia properly. Your knowledge of those beasts might be as wide as Belmont family, but at least should be sufficient to minimalize the damage. Killing the Dracula, however, might be impossible for you.

c) You spent most of your time on biting, trashing, or looking for anyone to cast entire blame upon; it doesn’t matter who is that poor bastard as long as it is not you. In addition, you…

AAAAARGH I CAN’T CONTAIN MYSELF ANY LONGER! BROTHER, I DON’T FEEL LIKE I AM   WICKED ENOUGH! I REQUIRE TO SEE SOME SUFFERING OF INNOCENT TO FEAST UPON! WHAT DO YOU SAY, BROTHER? I CANT HEAR YOU OVER RAGE BOILING IN MY VEINS! WHAT, SPEAKERS? OF COURSE THEY WILL DO RAAAAAARRGARGAJGIOGJIHKBYIUOL

Oh well.

Well, looks like I am done here. By the way, sorry for my English, I am not a native speaker (If I’ve commited any spectacular crime against vocabulary/grammar let me know on priv).

Now I’m going back to rewatching show and torturing SoTN

No TL:DR, just read it if you want, it is not an entire book, you know.

[lightdrabbles]

title: amo

pairing: brian kang/youngk x female reader

disclaimers: explicit language, smut, drinking.

genre: fluff&smut.

summary: your favorite band was finally touring, unfortunately for you, you were driving to another city to see them, and none of your friends even liked them. fortunately, however, while at the bar, you find yourself befriending a guy in a somewhat similar situation. 

authors note: i’m currently listening to “amo” by bmth which is what inspired me to write this after seeing the prompt. also uh don’t go home with strange people at gigs ig ??? i’ve never have a bad experience with them at the gig but yeah. also this was not re-read through so uhm. 

word count: 3.4k what the fuck

your rings hit the side of the plastic cup filled with water, forgetting your fake i.d at home before you drove to the busy main city a few towns over, you were currently stuck on water. you’d much rather be drinking a vodka and cola at this point, after meeting your fave band, and watching the crowd fill the barrier. you should probably head over there to score a decent place in the crowd where you can’t get hit by a crowd surfer but also have a good view of the band that you dedicated the past three years of your life to. 

as you turned around from the bar to walk to the barrier, you hear someone speak to you, “hey, sorry, but are you here alone?”

you look up from the cup, to the man speaking, raising your eyebrow, “sorry it’s just you give off the aura you’re here alone and my friend has basically just ditched me for one of the girls working backstage.” he rubs the back of his neck before notioning to another guy, who waves at him, giving him a thumbs up, and you take a look at him. he’s highkey attractive, and you wonder why he’s talking to you, “also i kinda hate mosh pits alone but i also love them and need someone to participate with me.”

you smile a little, holding back a laugh, if you were with this strange guy, maybe you wouldn’t be so scared of standing in the crowd. “i actually am, all my friends hate this band.” 

this time he raises his eyebrow, “hate them? 3racha are one of the best upcoming rock bands of the late twenty tens.”

“that’s what i said!” you almost exclaim, and he laughs.

“i’m brian, you want a drink?” he asks, notioning towards the fully stocked bar, and you bite your lip softly, nodding your head.

“___, nice to meet you. i’ll have a vodka and cola.” 

you watch the bartender prepare your drink, while he opens a beer for your new friend. after you receive your drinks you make your way to the small crowd to watch soundcheck, the doors for general admission would be opening in about forty minutes, so you had time to enjoy the music while being around the second row. 

after soundcheck was over, you had about twenty minutes left to talk to brian, and he was the one who sparked up the conversation first, motioning towards the tattoos he could see through the band shirt you had cut the sleeves off, and tied at your waist and the high waisted, black, leather mini skirt. “what’s the story behind these,” he motioned, first towards the roses that layered your left arm, and you proceeded to tell him a story about how you were lost as a child and roses helped you home.

as you waited for the first band to head on stage you found out he was in his own band, with jae, the friend who had “abandoned” him, he loved travelling and was currently studying in his masters at college. you’d have to remember not to mention you had just started your first year; he’d totally find it weird knowing you were nineteen.

finally, after what seemed like hours, the show had began. the first opening act, riot fever, had managed to storm through their set, even with the venue still filling up, and nobody singing when they asked for it during one of their songs. as they finished and the stage was changing over for the next act, 15&, brian’s attention was pulled away from another conversation you were having about how friends suck.

when his attention was back, he looked down to you and started to speak, pushing a backstage pass to your face, “maybe friends don’t suck,” he laughed as you took the pass.

“how the fuck?”

he looked over at jae, who had his arm around a girl, “you see the girl he’s been talking to all night? part of the crew, not just the backstage staff.”

that made your night entirely. you reached to grab the pass from him but he moves it away from your face before you can, “no way, little lady. how do i know you’re not about to take this and find another guy? hm. gotta prioritise myself.” he tells you over the music playing in the background; as he speaks your favorite song comes on -- drown by bring me the horizon. you wanna scream the song out at the top of your lungs but your attention is on the man in front of you.

“why would i do that?” 

he taps your nose slightly before you find yourself being pushed closer to him as people gather closer to the barrier, you wanna yell at the person who pushed you, but when brian wraps his arms close around your waist and whispers, “hey, i got you, it’s fine.” your anger just melts away.

15& played their set, and finally 3racha were due on. the group of 5 members had been your safe space since you were sixteen, now you finally get to see them live. during their set, you had helped multiple crowd surfers and had been pushed even closer to brian. there was something about his manor that made you drawn to him, so when the lead singer, chris, came up to the mic and asked everyone to turn to the person next to them and give them a hug -- a sign of respect for each other, your heart pounded in your chest, as brian grabs your shoulders, pushing you towards his chest and into a hug. the embrace warm, and you lean your head on his chest before you break out of the hug.

it happened fast, when his lips found yours, surrounded by people in a sweaty concert, you lost yourself. “damn, we got a couple of love birds in the audience right now,” the bassist, felix, had yelled, gathering your attention as you pulled away from the kiss. the way his hands lingered over your waist, just above your ass made you wonder if he was trying to go further with it.

you looked at the stage, as people cheered, a blush forming on your cheeks, your ears burning red with everything that was happening. “let’s dedicate this song to you two, then,” felix said into the microphone as they started to play their latest single, “XO”. 

the rest of the set felt different somehow, brian never moving his arm from your waist, making sure nobody kicked you in the head when crowd surfing. and finally 3racha had finished their show, the venue leaving. 

brian turned to you, as everyone headed to merch, “so backstage?”

you bit your lip softly, looking at the time on your phone. you hadn’t planned on staying in town, but hopefully making your way home before midnight. it was only eleven, but if you went backstage, there was a big chance of more drinks and you’d have to pay out for a hotel or sleep in your car.

on the other hand; here was an insanely attractive man, who had scored you backstage passes to your favorite band. “backstage.” you nodded your head.

he smiles brightly, “want another drink before we go?”

you nodded again and the older man walked back to the bar quickly, seeing his friend jae standing there with his arm candy. after a few moments he turned so he was facing you again and motioned you to head over. dragging your feet to the bar you stood next to him as he pulled his arm around you, “jae, chungha, this is ___.”

“hi.” you smiled. your drink was passed to you by the bartender as he filled up a tray with shots and various other drinks, you took a small sip before making a face at it. “jesus christ,” you muttered.

“too much vodka, not enough coke?” the female, chungha said, smirking a little.

“something like that,” you replied, almost laughing. 

brian looked at you, “sorry,” he whispered into your ear as chungha had grabbed a few bottles of beer before jae grabbed the tray. 

“backstage?” she asked, and the two of you nodded. “i’m just gonna say the boys get hella rowdy after a show and tonight’s was insane, so if they’re loud, or try and beat each other then, well. yeah.” she said as the four of you walked past some members of the crew backstage. brian’s arm never leaving your shoulder as he occasionally sipped on the beer in his hand. 

tonight was definitely going down in the best nights of your life. chungha had passed beers to a few members of the crew before you had reached a room backstage. “we’re probably gonna be here for like an hour before the guys go out to meet fans and i think they wanna head to a club or something afterwards. maybe they’ll just hang out in the bus with some music, extra booze.”

brian pulls you down onto a sofa as you enter the room where three of the members of 3racha are already sat. “oh,” he whispers in your ear, “i totally lied by the way,” you raise your eyebrows. “i kinda know the guys.”

you look around the room, taking a sip from your drink, you try to steady your breathing. 

“god i’m out of it,” chris said, grabbing a shot of tequila from the tray and downing it as he ran a towel through his damp hair. he looked at you, then brian and laughed softly, “hope he’s treating you right, honey.”

you take another sip of your drink, pulling your legs onto the couch, and leaning against brian, “what’s that-”

“ignore him, ___. he’s been like this since highschool.” he mutters, rubbing his fingers over your arm. you look up at him as he looks down at you, smiling softly. 

maybe the fact you had 2 glasses of the mixture swimming in your gut, but you wouldn’t mind if brian had asked you back to his place; wherever that may be. “you’ve been there through everything with 3racha, then?” 

he nods his head, “mhm. helped them write their first few songs,” he tells you as felix opens up a bottle of beer, but instead of a normal way - he slams it against the table, breaking the glass, causing everyone to look at him. felix wasn’t even twenty one yet, and here chungha was, feeding a starting alcohol habit. you couldn’t really say much, you were nineteen and on your second drink of the night. 

“jesus christ, felix.”

“shit, i’m fuckin’ sorry. gross, i smell of beer.”

“yeah that’s what typically happens when you smash a bottle of beer. dumb fuck.” changkyun, the drummer, said, slapping the boy on the back of his head.”if yunho or jooheon saw that they would’ve locked you in a guitar case.”

“how would i even fit into a guitar case?!” felix almost shrieks in anger, and changkyun just gives him a glare - an almost evil glare.

as if by magic the last two members of the group walk into the dressing room, seeing alcohol sitting on a tray in the middle of the table, they both grab a cup of something, before they see the glass on the floor. “jesus, who did that?” jooheon says, rolling his eyes and taking a seat next to you.

okay ___, stay cool. one of your favorite guitarists isn’t exactly sat next to you right now. 

he stops drinking the alcohol in his hand, looks at you then chris, then brian and back to you, “uh hi?”

you turn to him, “hi.” you reply back, brian’s arm gets tighter around you, now leaving your arm and sitting on your side. you turn your attention to him, after he puts his beer glass down, he places his fingers under your chin and pulls you into the second kiss of the night. this time it’s more heated as music starts playing in the dressing room.

if your mother could see you now, she would probably scream at you. call you a whore, or something else. she didn’t even know you were out of town that night, thinking you were with your friend, jamie. the kiss gets more intense, fast, his tongue pressing against yours, his teeth occasionally biting down into your bottom lip.

“dude, if you’re gonna makeout with her take it to the tour bus, i’ll give you the keys and you can use the back room.” yunho almost throws a pillow at the two, as brian pulls away. he pulls off his bandana holding back all the blonde hair, and throws it over at his friend. 

“shut up,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips, but this time it’s soft and sweet. he leans down to your ear, whispering, “i’d love to take you back to my place, but only if you’re okay with it.”

fuck yeah you were okay with it, inside of telling him, you respond with a kiss of your own. hand grabbing the back of his neck, holding him as close to you as you can. 

for the next hour, you find yourself listening to music, getting to know the boys of 3racha, and drinking. while occasionally locking lips with the man you had met only a few hours ago. 

they agreed to drop the two of you off at brian’s apartment, only twenty minutes away from the venue, and even though you dreaded leaving your car where it was parked, you didn’t want to risk the idea of getting into a car accident. plus it was already two in the morning.

when the two of you are finally in the apartment, you immediately take off your shoes, holding the red heals in your hand, you feel brian hold onto your waist. “so, we can order a pizza, i have some more booze laying around, or we could get to fucking first and i can take you out for breakfast tomorrow.” he whispers in your ear, leaving a line of soft kisses down the back of your neck, your hair had already been pulled into a bun the minute 3racha had entered the stage. 

you turned your body around, “hm, pizza, sex and alcohol? sounds like a plan.” with your answer, you kiss him again, lips feeling like heaven as he taps your butt softly. 

“any allergies i should know of?” 

you shake your head as he gives you a small tour of the apartment, leading you finally into the bedroom. he looks you up and down, untying the bow you had at the bottom of your shirt, before pulling it over your head and kissing your lips again. his hands find themselves tangled in your hair as he pushes you down to the bed. “fuck the pizza, i need you first.” he says as he manages to push his way out of the skinny jeans on his waist. 

quickly he pulls down your skirt, hands gripping at your thighs. you were always insecure about the way they pushed together but his eyes latched onto them, marking them with hickies along the inside. you mentally thanked yourself for shaving last night. and shaving everywhere. he moves up to your face, kissing you softly again, hands trailing down the bra straps before he eventually unclasps the back. “sit on my face.” 

you gulp a little, sobering up somewhat with his words. you shook your head a little, your bra still covering up your breasts. “i - i can’t.” you tell him.

raising his eyebrow, “it wasn’t a question, babydoll. sit. on. my. face.”

you hesitate but find yourself adjusting your position and sitting on his face, to put it blunt. his hands grip at your underwear, the faded pink lace. you didn’t assume anything was going to happen that night, so you weren’t going to throw on your good pair of matching lingerie. brian bites down on your left thigh, but softly, enough to leave another mark not to the point of actual pain. he pulls your underwear off, snapping the band. “sorry,” he whispers into your thigh, throwing the pair of busted panties to the side, “if you’re a good girl, i’ll buy you some new ones.” he teases before going straight to the gold.

his tongue flicks over your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs, leaving bruises. he warms you up before his tongue enters you, exploring the new area. you lean your hands against the headboard of his bed, nails digging into it. using one hand to keep you still, brian’s fingers find your clit this time, slight pressure added as he uses two fingers to rub it.

you weren’t a virgin by any point, but it had been so long to the point of you could’ve came from any dirty talk. 

his mouth moves away, “fuck, you’re so damn sweet.” he mutters, before his mouth is back at your entrance. you needed something more to feel a stronger orgasm, but at the way he was going, you were about to cum. 

“i’m gonna - shit,” you mutter, feeling your legs start to plummet, “shit.” you repeat. breathing heavy, your throat felt dry as brian pulled away again. 

“you gonna cum, baby?” a smirk is present on his face as you look down at him, nodding your head. “good girl.”

the second his tongue latches itself back around you, you feel the waves in your stomach as your orgasm approaches you. brian helps you ride it out, and helps you off him, laying you down on the bed, your bra now long gone too. he pulls his shirt off, your hands immediately going towards running down his stomach. another kiss is pressed against your mouth as he lets you catch your breath. “you did well,” he tells you, a hand pressed against your cheek. “the place that’s open at this time takes forty minutes, i’m gonna order it and then i’m going to ruin you.” he kisses you again, before leaving the room. 

you sit up on your elbows, going to your bag that was thrown near the edge of the bed to check the time and see if your mother had called your best friend yet. aside from a few twitter and instagram notifications you had barely anything to see. it was closer to two am now, you knew your mother was about to kill you if she had seen the snapchat stories you had been posting all night. you had various notifications from your friends on that app, and as you were about to check them, the male walked back into the room.

“you ready, sweetheart?” he asks you, as you lock your phone, looking up at him and smirking. your phone gets placed on a bedside table, and before you know it, brian is pushing you back onto the bed, leaving hickies over your neck, throat, both your breasts and down your stomach, god, you were going to have a hard time explaining this to your family but in the moment, you were in bliss. 

he grabs a condom from the bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth and slides it on, his boxers long gone. it doesn’t take him long before he has himself lined up, and pressing against you, your faces pressed together in a deep makeout. your hands dragging along his back with every thrust he made. your lipstick long gone, and your eye makeup smudged already. he stops for a second, taking your appearance in.

“what?”

“nothing, you just look beautiful.” he tells you, and you find yourself blushing before he continues his pace and speed. it continues for what seems like no time at all, as you fall deep into the mattress. “you tell me when you’re close, babydoll. i wanna hear you scream.”

fuck. those words sent you into oblivion, “god, i’m gonna cum.” you mutter only a few minutes later, to which he replies with a bite of your earlobe. after you let out a string of loud moans, and curses, he emptied himself into you. the pair of you sweating, looking at each other.

you shut your eyes for a split second, but wake up to brian pushing one of his shirts over your torso, and telling you the pizza had arrived. 

“do you wanna go out with me sometime?” he asks out of the blue, as you’re halfway through a slice of pizza. you swallow and nod your head, smiling at him.

“i’d like that a lot.”