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Annihilation Tango: 4

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Alpha!Reaper/Gabriel Reyes x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Soldier:76/Jack Morrison

18+ ONLY, Omegaverse, Graphic Violence and Angst, Slow-Burn, Smut

MAJOR Chapter Warnings for Graphic Violence and Blood!!!

Chapter Summary: Your mission with Reaper doesn't quite go as expected and you end up covered in blood.

CHAPTER 4: Maybe I’ve Gone Crazy

New York was never a quiet city, and even in the dark of night cars passed by your hidden roof-top vantage point, the flashes from their headlights illuminating your and the Reaper’s masks for just a split second at a time before leaving the both of you in tense darkness once again, pensively watching the warehouse across the street.

“Has she disabled the cameras yet?” You asked softly, fingers drumming against your arm as you looked across the street at a patrolling guard on the neighboring rooftop, if only to distract yourself from the alpha next to you. You couldn’t just keep staring at him all night. He would notice if you kept at it, even with the masks.

(For all you knew he was staring back, and you quieted the thought even as it sent a thrill through your spine.)

“Should be down in the next thirty seconds.” He replied, clearly disinterested in you, voice short. But it was nice. You were half-tempted to turn on the recorder function in your helmet, just so you had good audio of his voice, but stopped yourself. That would be going a step too pitiful and you weren’t going to be caught dead doing something that sad. You would just have to remember what he sounded like instead like a normal person. Even though it sounded like sex itself and you wanted him to lean in close and whisper dirty things in your ear.

You nodded at him anyway, heart beating fast in your ears, still, thirty minutes after your initial high from touching his very muscular arm wore off. “We should split up once we’re in, cover more ground.” You spared one more glance to your right, but he was in the same statuesque stance as he was last time you’d checked - arms crossed almost casually, staring across the street and paying you no mind. You turned back to the man pacing in circles. “I’ll take the top two floors, you take the bottom two.”

Reaper grunted in an affirmative. “Just comm me if you find the package. Black plastic cases with blue stripes.”

“Sure thing, sugar.” You started as you tightened your bandolier around your chest and checked your helmet’s sensors again for the fifth time, the words flying out of your mouth out of habit before you could think. “Black case, blue stripes.”

And then you froze, almost choking around nothing.

Kill me.

“What-” Reaper made a noise in the back of his throat somewhere between choking and growling, leaving you with unease and embarrassment swarming deep in your belly. “Did you just call me?”

Oops.

“Um.” You cleared your throat as if that would help you now, mind running a million miles an hour flailing for an excuse other than the fact that it’s funny and you’re horny. “I, ah- Use my callsign and I’ll use yours, Angelface.”

And you’re digging the hole deeper and making the nicknames worse. Nice move.

Very sane. Much flirt.

He leveled the dead, black abyss of his mask at you, looking you dead in the face as much as he could, leaning over slightly to emphasize how much taller than you he was. “No.”

“Hmm.” Was that no to calling you your callsign or no to you calling him names? Either way, he was looking at you now, and towering over you, and god damn if your stomach didn’t do backflips. And he’d called your bluff, you weren’t going to back down now. “...How about Casanova, then?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Stud muffin?” You held back a giggle, hand almost going to your face over your mask.

“You’re on thin fucking ice, Kitty.” He ground out, emphasising the diminutive in response, and you chewed on your lower lip, fighting the nervous/excited jittering you needed to let out. Even though he sounded harsh, you swore there was a hint of amusement in there somewhere, sending butterflies blooming wild in your chest.

“Love of my life?” It came out as a half-squeaked laugh as you almost curled into yourself with embarrassment and something else you wouldn’t name.

Still, you could admit that one was a bit much.

“Shut up.” He growled, shoving you square in your shoulder hard enough to knock you down, bowling you over onto your ass, and turned away from you in a flash. “You’re going to give away our position.”

You stared at him for a second, eyes wide, idly rubbing at where he’d pushed you on your collarbone, a soft tingly feeling radiating from where his hand had been.

Was he being sheepish? What you wouldn’t give to see his face - whether he was being genuinely annoyed or if this was some kind of tsundere response to your flirting and therefore kind of adorable actually. He shook his head with an audible sigh, arms crossed again, but not as tense as before.

So that was something, at least. Nothing like embarrassing yourself to clear the air.

And then the giggles bubbled up in your throat despite yourself and the grumpy, lethal soldier next to you shooting you what you could only assume was a nasty look. “Okay, sure, I’m quiet.”

Another car passed by, lighting up the bone-white of his mask for a single, blinding moment before drowning the two of you in the night’s darkness once again.

You supposed you were just lucky you were too useful to kill outright. You doubted anybody else teasing him like that would be let off so easily. At least he hadn’t threatened you yet, so it’s a leg up on the first few times you’d met.

Another few seconds passed without a word in the now-comfortable silence before Reaper broke it. “Sombra’s patched in, but she can’t get an angle on the cases.” He nodded toward the building. “We’re up.”

“I’ll handle the guy on patrol, you go on in and start searching.” You shook your head with a sigh, but you pushed yourself up anyway, taking the time to brush the dirt off your ass, decidedly ignoring the weight of Reaper’s looming presence and the metaphorical egg on your face as he stared at you like you were a nuisance. But it was hard to tell with him. “Jumping to the southwest roof corner on three.”

He nodded, still looking at you without comment.

What exactly was he looking for?

You swallowed and put on your game face anyway, clenching and unclenching your hands in turn, if only to relieve some tension. “One.”

He turned away from you, finally, pulling out his shotguns with a flourish and twirling them around his fingers before grabbing onto them properly.

You would roll your eyes at him if that wasn’t at least a little sexy. Dramatic son of a bitch.

“Two.” You laid a hand on his shoulder, feeling warm cords of muscle tense beneath your touch, like they had when you’d brought him here.

It made you wonder if anyone ever just held him for the sake of it. You would, but at this point you think he’d rip your arms off for even attempting it.

“Three.” You exhaled slowly, everything going quiet for one, beautiful moment.

And you were off, landing being the lone watchman without so much as a sound.

Reaper dissolved into mist as soon as you materialised and seeped under the door and into the building, leaving you to take care of the guard like you'd asked.

Deep breath, hands up, muscles loose.

Your boot scraped against loose concrete dust and made an ever-so-soft sound underneath you as you pushed off the ground, but you were already in the air and onto him before he could so much as turn around.

The last thing he saw before he was teleported to New Jersey was your palm crashing against his nose and a spray of blood.

You winced at the impact, but shook it off with a huff, straightening out your gloves. Hmph, he’d bled on you. You’d liked these gloves, too. Would have to get them cleaned.

One down, however the fuck many to go.

You teleported to the other side of the roof door, just inside the first landing, following Reaper’s lead. The fading incandescent bulb lit up the dingy stairwell just enough to prevent night-vision from working right, and tempted you to take off your mask completely just so you could use your enhanced sight to see better than your color cameras could, but you kept your helmet firmly on. You only took off your mask as a civilian or on Continental grounds for a reason, even if it was unlikely any of these fuckos would ever see you again to justify it. The ones left alive, that is. Which you hoped would be most of them. Mass murder tended to attract unwanted attention.

At least there weren’t any shotgun blasts going off from Mr. Shooty Shotgun McSplode. Yet.

You stepped softly onto the next landing and crouched behind the door, peering through the thin, yellowed window onto the floor beyond it. The night was quiet to the point of being eerie - no people loitering about in the storage area, but the crates you were looking for weren’t there, either. So you took a deep breath and teleported to the other side so no one heard the latch, making your round around the top floor of the building, treading lightly, and looking for anything that fit the brief.

You looked into the first few latched cases, even though you knew they weren’t the target, spending a minute to take in any information about the people you would be going up against if you were seen. The first one you opened was full of pistols, carefully stored in foam cases without ammunition, ready to be shipped. After that, were literal bricks of cocaine, which made you roll your eyes and shut the case just as soon as you’d opened it, and after that lay bags of pink-tinted pills.

A drug ring, then. At least now you felt less guilty about stealing from them.

And there was a rocket launcher in the next one. Tacky. You closed the case and stopped fooling around, standing up higher and looping into another room.

You turned the corner just to be met with the butt of a gun smashing into your nose, mask not breaking but still ramming right into the center of your face, leaving your ears ringing. The man in a bomber jacket lifted his gun at you as you fell back against the wall and blinked to regain your bearings. Ow. You looked back up and narrowed your eyes. Now he was two guys in a bomber-jacket, smirking at you with his pea-shooter as if that was enough of a threat to have you quaking.

How cute. Really terrifying.

You pushed a hand underneath your mask to press against your nose, grunting at the sting lancing through your face - but at least it didn’t feel broken, espite the feeling of blood dripping past your upper lip and into your mouth, tinging your taste buds with salty iron. You looked back up at him as you stood back up straight, gritting your teeth with a scowl. “Surrender now and I won’t have to hurt you.”

He had the soundness of mind to laugh at you for the audacity of threatening him when you were apparently unarmed, his eyes closing for the split second you needed to shoot your leg out at his ankles, sweeping his feet out from under him, catching his falling gun in your hands, before you straightened back up and pointed it down at him just as he hit the ground.

You rolled your shoulders, stretching them out now that you weren’t threatened with a 22 to the face, absentmindedly nudging at the fallen, dumbstruck man on the floor with your boot, sending him to join his buddy in Jersey.

Have fun with your friend.

You scanned the room for cameras, and when you found none, you lifted your mask up barely enough to wipe the blood on your mouth onto your jacket sleeve to prevent it from dripping onto the floor. You knew better than to just spit it out the easy way and give them your DNA. This would have to do for now.

At least your sleeves were black and easy to wash. You weren’t seeing double anymore, and had a gun to pawn off for extra cash. All good things.

The last room had nothing but a cluttered table and half-filled crates, like this guy had been sorting through something. You raised an eyebrow as you got closer, catching the shine of the product as it hit the light. You picked up the small, silver-colored bar and tossed it in one hand, feeling at the weight.

Ooh, unbranded platinum, if you were right. Maybe white gold? Probably melted down from stolen goods either way, and worth money in auction.

You’ll just take a bit of that. Just enough not to weigh you down. Every little bit helped, after all.

A gunshot interrupted you, and you dropped the bar with a metallic *ting*, listening for any more.

Another.

From somewhere below you, you were sure of it, the sound muffled by the concrete between, and you stilled, silently praying that one of these guys hadn’t gotten the luckiest shot of their life and shot Reaper right through the skull. It wasn’t until you heard a distinctive shotgun blast in response that you relaxed, and the amount of relief flowing through you all at once was embarrassing if you were honest with yourself.

He was still alive.

“Found them.” The ecoed words crackled through your Comm in one rushed breath, the Talon-issue earpiece distorting the sound of his voice and adding a layer of static to it you didn’t care for. Not nearly as nice over the radio.

“I figured, Romeo.” You let the name linger in the air as you resisted the urge to bash your own skull in for calling him that, you were so stupid, before you relented and continued after the short, embarrasing silence. “Where are you?”

“Northwest corner, second floor.” A pained grunt that sent dread down your spine. “You get everything out, I’ll cover you.”

Right. Because fighting wasn’t your job here, apparently, even though Reaper would no doubt leave an incredibly high body-count that would get you into way more trouble than this was worth.

Or get himself hurt. Not that it mattered to you that much or anything.

Still, fuck that, you weren’t going to stand for it.

You shook your head and turned on heat vision, looking Northwest and down through the floor at the fight going on two floors below you. It was easy to tell which of the glowing humanoid blobs was Reaper as soon as you switched cameras, he ran hot, after all, shining white on your viewscreen as he body-slammed someone headfirst into a wall, making you wince.

Ouch. Looked like that hurt. You hoped he hadn’t just sprayed that guy’s brains all over the wall.

Okay, there’s an access point you could jump to.

You teleported down to the fight without further thought, crouched behind some cold-black metal boxes and out of sight. You peered around at the dozen-plus people getting wrecked by your mission partner, switching back to normal cameras as you looked for your objective.

Damn it.

There wasn’t enough cover to get to the damn crate and teleport out without taking fire, even if you were fast - it was in the middle of the crossfire! Reaper was taking them down fast, yes, but not quite fast enough to end this comfortably, in between dissolving into mist to avoid their shots.

He let out another pained noise and you clenched your jaw.

Time to fix that, then.

You switched viewing modes again, the one camera inside your right cat ear taking over a small corner of your display, surveying the room while the rest of your head was safe behind the crates, even as Reaper tossed someone over your head and into the pile of cardboard boxes behind you with a sickening crack.

He didn’t get back up.

You swallowed, the depths of your debauchery just now dawning on you. You shouldn't have been reminded about how much you wanted Reaper to plow you in the middle of a firefight, but there you were, thinking about how easy it would be for him to toss you around.

That man was probably parlyzed at the very least and all you could think about was your sex life.

You blinked and turned back toward the fight, gears turning in your mind, surveying the enemy instead of just staring at Reaper and being useless, no matter how much you enjoyed watching him bowl people over like it was nothing.

You just needed to find someone in sight of the rest of his pals in the least cover, in the least crossfire, and then take him out in the most terrifyingly gorey manner possible to scare the rest of his buddies screaming off into the night, and away from your partner.

It’s worked for you before, no reason to think it wouldn’t now.

And as capable as Reaper was, each pained grunt from him worked your heart tighter and tighter into painful, writhing knots, instinct kicking in despite yourself and the knowledge that it wasn’t your job to protect him, dumbass, he’s not your alpha.

Protect him, have to, can’t let him get hurt, can't do this again, it’ll kill you this time, for sure, but he’s not yours, not yours not yours. Not your place, you’re not his, he can handle himself, you don’t need to coddle him, but-

You bit at your cheek until the pain forced your instincts to focus on the actual threats in front of you instead of worrying itself into knots over not being his mate.

Because it didn’t matter, he was your partner and who the hell would you be if you let him take all the fire for you, just because that was ‘his job’?

You would be a coward, that's what. And mama didn’t raise no coward.

So you grit your teeth and dug your nails into your palms, tasting the iron in your blood as if it was a grim warning, and steeled your nerve all at once, in less than a second, the ocean of your emotions settling into the eerie calm mirror-flatness you needed. Cold and precise.

Like flipping a switch, you slipped back into the headspace you’d lived in for years in the Crisis, and later in Tricell, as your team fell around you one by one, until it was only you.

But you needed it. You couldn't do this as yourself.

You were about to do something stupid and gruesome and attention-grabbing, but with any luck, it would end the firefight right here and now just like it had so many times before.

This was so going to fuck with your headspace.

And, oops, too late, no time to think about it any more, there’s a clean target across from you, reloading his magazine, not paying attention to you at all because one of his pals was trying to put Reaper in an incredibly ill-advised headlock as another reaches for his guns. “Taking out red jacket to your left.” You breathed into the comm, ducking back down behind cover.

“Understood.” Reaper growled as you heard a loud snap ring through the room, and you knew without looking that he’d just broken the neck of the one racing for his shotguns.

Here goes nothing.

You just hoped you didn’t get shot this time. This plan tended to get you shot.

With a slow exhale, you teleported just behind the man that’s just now raising his gun toward Reaper again while another two fire again, forcing him to turn into mist and reposition or eat lead. You turned away, instead focusing in on your target as he whirled around at you, drowning out all the other gunshots going off across the room as you shoved at the hand raising a pistol at you, hearing the crack of bones in his wrist, not holding back your strength even a little, even as white-hot pain flared across your right side and wrenched a scream from your lips - the resulting rumbling, bone-deep reverb of a shotgun blast at the person responsible fading into the background as white, implacable noise.

Instead of reacting, you surged forward, ignoring the pain searing through your body as you hooked a leg around his and pulled back, knocking him off balance enough that you could spin him around to face everyone else as he fell, pulling him back upright as you wrenched his broken arm behind his back until it his shoulder popped out of its socket, and his scream captured the attention of at least some of his buddies. You groaned through your teeth and tried not to scream as you jostled whatever gunshot you’d gotten for your trouble while grabbing your human meat shield, but still, you had him.

You needed an audience for this, and it seemed like you’d gotten a few of them off of Reapers back now, and tentatively flickering their guns between you and the black mist whirling around the room and whisking their friends away to god knows where. You sunk your hand into his hair, yanking him back against you close and wrapping your other hand in a bruising grip around his chest, ignoring his pained wheeze even as you felt his ribs give under your grip with a sound too similar to breaking celery for comfort.

There were still eight people standing, not including you or Reaper.

Had more come in here since this started?

Either way, it ended now.

You knew, you knew, if you focused in on the man squirming in your grip just right, right where the base of his skull met his neck you could just -

-CRACK.

His body went limp, still rigid and standing, three feet away now instead of pressed against you - you were numb to the blood spraying onto your visor and over your body and over the floor and his friends and, you just stared at it gushing and flowing and spraying - as the body first landed on its knees, and then bodily slumped face-down onto the concrete, arm flopping limply beside it.

Or, what would be face-down, if it still had a face, and his head wasn’t still clutched by the roots of it’s hair in your left fist’s death grip, blood slopping out of the severed neck and puddling deep red on the floor, and it choked, even dead, gargling as it lost air and body all at once, even though it died nearly instantly, cut off cleanly at the brainstem.

By you.

And the room was dead quiet, the people in front of you frozen in either fear or disgust - while you stood stock still, exposed and raw like a nerve desperate to bury itself back into safe, warm darkness - blood drenching you from head-to-toe, running off your jacket in rivers to join the rest of it on the concrete, pooling around the treads of your combat boots and reaching wider, and wider, and wider, and-

You stood like that, still, for two seconds, using all your energy just fighting off the shakes that threatened to overtake you as empty adrenaline coursed through your bloodstream, forcing you to take several deep breaths of blood-thick air through your nose as you regained some amount of composure, lest you lose yourself in the moment completely and regress into the quiet, catatonic version of yourself that you were afraid of becoming again.

(Last time it had taken three psychiatrists and one Jack Morrison to pull you back out.)

You let out a measured breath, and tilted your head to look at them one by one, holding their rapt attention like an actress holding in a breath between lines of her soliloquy, wiping the blood off the camera on your helmet with your jacket sleeve, and levelled the last eight gangsters alive with a glare you hoped they felt in their nightmares, even through your visor.

“Who’s Next?” You snarled out, near-manic and spitting in the inside of your visor, but it did the job, sending the group into frantic motion all at once, people shoving at each other as they scrambled to get through the one doorway, not bothering to take the time to close the door properly, leaving you alone as it slowly, slowly, swung itself shut.

Alone, with a severed head held too-tight by the hair in your fist.

The door closed with a dull thud.

You dropped the head to the floor, head reeling in dizzy circles and frozen to a halt at the same time.

You blinked.

And lost your composure all at once, curling in on yourself against your knees, gasping in your breaths and only barely succeeding at staying upright at all, vision tinted with that awful shade of red that always took over your nightmares.

Red, red, red, all the way down, down to the flesh, to the bone and underneath, everything was always so red, you couldn’t run from it if you tried, you can’t run, you can't run, you can’t run-

Bootfalls sounded, catching your attention and jarring you from your thoughts all at once, everything in your brain screeching to a halt as you remembered you weren’t alone in there. You lolled your head to the side to find Reaper staring at you from a solid ten feet away, too far away for you to reach, the most sheepish in demeanor you’d ever seen from him, but you couldn’t pull together the threads of your thoughts enough to feel self conscious at the way you were panting, almost wheezing, off-balance, and shaking, not even finding it in you to care that the miniscule chance you’d ever had of fucking him just dissapeared into vapor right in front of your eyes, too caught up in the nauseating mix of a frozen mind and overthinking crashing into eachother and resulting in what would probably sound like AOL dial-up noises if it was made tangible.

You swallowed around the taste of ichor to no relief, mouth feeling suddenly full of sand.

Reaper stood still, like he was waiting for you to do something, before he stepped closer, slowly, one step at a time, the hesitation reminiscent of someone approaching a scared animal, until his shoes were covered in the same blood yours were. He put a hand on your shoulder, steadying you, and all at once you realized you were listing forward and had almost fallen to the ground without realizing it, Reaper practically holding you upright all by himself.

You just stared up at him dumbly, not sure what he was getting at.

And then he shook his head and squeezed just slightly - enough to pull you back into the moment that much more without hurting you with his claws. “Let’s get you back to base and cleaned up. You're going to get fleas.”

Right. You had to take him and the cases back to Talon.

He coaxed you back upright completely, not exactly gentle but not exactly rough either, holding you by both shoulders for a moment as if he was making sure you could stand before he let you go. A whisper-quiet whine left your lips when his hands left you, insides screaming at you to go to him, (warm, safe, alpha, mine), but body refusing to cooperate with you. He ignored it anyway, even though he’d almost definitely heard it.

Still, he was looking at you, with another appraising look, lifting at the right side of your jacket to peer at your wound, making you shiver as he leaned down to look closer, still too dazed to enjoy his attention on you as he hummed. “The medbay can get you some stitches and a round of antivirals. Don’t need you to catch something.”

You lifted your head to stare at him blankly, voice small, and scratched. “What?”

“You’re the one who got shot and then turned herself into Carrie.” He spoke slowly and over-exaggerated, but it was still almost too fast for you to process, nodding at the corpse to your left. “There’s no knowing what he had in his system. That was reckless, kitten.”

Kitten?

You shivered as the cold metal claws left you again to clench and unclench idly at Reapers side.

“Oh.” You blinked, joining his gaze at your side and just now paying any attention to the long line blasted through your tanktop and the clean hole in your jacket - a deep, oozing wound sliced through your side, rough and torn around the edges, all soaked through with dead man’s blood. You couldn’t tell yours and hid apart, even through the dizzying pain of you pressing your hand against it to stem the blood loss. “I... guess I did.”

Christ.

Reaper shook his head and sighed audibly as you stumbled to follow him to the pallet, boots feeling more like lead than rubber, but all you could hear was the rushing, ocean-crash sound of blood in your ears, gaze unfocused on the world around you. You just focused in on the three red shells of his chest armor to keep you upright as he walked backwards until his legs hit the payload. (If you had paid attention you would have noticed his hands were up and ready to catch you.) You sidled up next to him and laid a hand on his shoulder, resting your weight between him and thos eotherfucking crates, this time feeling him look down at you at the almost intimate, soft touch of your gloved hand against his arm, instead of staring straight ahead like he had both times before. You didn’t look back at him, staring ahead of you at a spot on the wall.

If you weren’t about to check out of reality completely you might have liked feeling so close to him, close enough to appreciate his radiant warmth for even just a second.

You teleported him to the Talon warehouse you’d been introduced to earlier, now left completely alone among the carnage you’d created. You shut your eyes tight and turned away from the last in a long line of bodies, laying both hands on the crates, and joined him.

The only part of the base you’d been shown was a vast, dull grey warehouse with concrete floors, both a loading bay and aircraft hangar rolled into one, speckled with more palettes like yours and a jet or two, and even a helicopter, way off on the other side.

Fuck, you felt like you could sleep for a month.

You leaned against the crates, curling one arm protectively around your side and trying to take some deep breaths.

“Don’t bleed on the cargo,” Reaper huffed, grabbing your arm in his clawed hand and pulled you off, wrenching a pained cry from your throat, nearly passing out into his arms like a fucking movie damsel as your vision swam with darkness. He paused, grip softening all at once, not pushing you off of him when you leaned your forehead against his chest armor. “...Can you walk?”

You nodded tiredly, and with an overly-dramatic sigh, he was leading you out of the hangar and through the halls by the arm before your mind could catch up with the fact that you were even moving, legs clumsy underneath you as you struggled to keep up with his longer strides. At one particularly sudden turn, you’d fallen over completely and landed in a swirl of mist instead of hitting the ground, back upright and next to him a split second later before you could even tell what was happening.

He didn’t say anything about it.

Neither did you.

He pulled you through too many turns for you to keep track of as your brain started to become even more fuzzy, in reality probably only three, but at that point everything felt like you were watching through glass, a screen between you and the world, more than just the helmet that actually was.

You stopped in front of a pair of sliding doors, which scanned the both of you with ominous red scanner-thingies before opening with a cheery beep. Reaper ushered you, still somehow heartbreakingly gentle, even through all the pulling and catching and pushing, into something resembling a military med-center, all stark-white tile, but smaller than the ones you were familiar with, other rooms branching off of the main one with navy-blue cots and horrifically bland hospital curtains.

It smelled the same as the disinfectant they used at Overwatch’s mobile med unit.

“Prep an OR and get me a crike tray, I can’t tube her!!”

You closed your eyes hard at the memory, focusing on the blinding pain in your side instead until it was gone as quick as it came, swirling around in your foggy consciousness until it was once again in the background.

A woman - a redhead, hair up in a loose bun - walked up to you with surprised eyes, gaze sweeping over Reaper first, but eyes going wide once they landed on you. Reaper said something you didn’t process for several seconds, by which time you were once again being herded to a new room, which had a cot, and a dinky little shower in the corner. The smell here wasn’t as strong, and you breathed a little easier.

(He’d said to get you some clean clothes, some antivirals, and a suture kit.)

Reaper pushed you to sit down on the cot, still handling you like an actual feral cat that would run off on him, stopped for a moment, staring at the wall instead of you, and left through the still-open door, hands still clenching and unclenching at his sides, leaving you alone, dazed, still not altogether there mentally, and in the middle of a very dangerous base full of very dangerous people.

You would’ve left right then if you’d had any presence of mind or energy left - who knows what these people wanted with you - but just for that moment it was easier to sit down and stare blankly at the ceiling, lying down with your legs still hanging off the cot and allowing a few tears to run down your face, right where no one would see them.

The woman from before walked in not even a minute later with a set of clean, black clothes of soft jersey knit, helping you sit up so you could check their size. A bit big probably, but they would be fine. They were softer than anything you owned currently (the shirt was even a turtleneck), so it’s not like you would complain. She pulled out a pair of those angled scissors hospitals kept to cut people out of stuck-on shirts, setting them on the side table as you dropped the clothes next to you on the cot.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and do a neuro exam before we get you stitched up, yeah? The shower’s not very big, but it’ll get the blood off.” She smiled shakily but still brimming with a gentle softness. “But first, do you want some morphine? Some of the guys around here refuse it for whatever reason, but really, it makes everything so much easier for everyone.”

You wanted to laugh in her face. Why the fact that she was cute, and little, and ginger, and in Talon was so fucking hilarious, you had no idea, but it was. How the hell did she end up here? Still, you nodded, and, after letting you check the little rubber-stopped bottle to make sure it really was morphine, she gave you enough to take the edge off while you got cleaned and stitched up.

You went to shrug off your jacket, but pain shot sharp through your torso when you moved again, making you hiss. You set your arms back down dejectedly, looking at the (nurse? doctor?) in front of you with a sigh. “Can you help?” Shit, your voice was hoarse. You needed some fucking water.

She just looked at you with watery, sweet, hazel eyes and nodded.

It took a while to get your clothes off, even though she saved time by cutting your shirt and bra off you completely and forcibly reminded you of hospital stays passed.

The more things changed, the more they stayed the same, it looked like.

“Don’t you worry, Dr. Zeigler’s the best we got. You’re in good hands.”

“What’s your name?” You murmured just to fill the silence, and drown out the familiar voices circling in your brain - trying not to wince when her tiny gremlin hands wrenched your pants off much harder than she needed to, her eyes flickering between the patches stuck to your neck and your several tattoos, instead of on what she was doing.

“Don't mention the tattoo, please.”

She paused for a moment, big eyes searching yours, before she nodded, eyes back on your side instead of the conspicuous military tattoo on your left leg that you really should’ve had removed ages ago.

Stupid sentimentality.

“You’d be surprised how many people here are ex-military, you know.” She pressed her lips into a thin line, shaking her head with a grimace. “Me included. I doubt anyone would make a big deal of it.”

She started working on your shoes and socks.

She smelled like flowers and tea, a calming note to it that had you almost listing off more than once before she was shoving at something else painfully and jerked you back awake - but then again, that might just be the shock of getting shot sinking in. Either way, she must be a beta. No way would she go without scent blockers as anything else, working in a place like this.

Still, she was a judgy beta with careful, scrutinizing eyes that kept flickering between the patches on your neck and the door like she was expecting something. You just looked away from her and didn't meet her gaze, taking the time you had here to come back to yourself more now that you were somewhere relatively safe, even if not completely, and no longer in blood-soaked, ruined clothing.

“Not that surprising, I guess.” You said, thinking back to the familiar way Reaper held himself, the confidant strides and stiff posture. It made sense, unfortunately.

You were there, too, after all.

“I’m April.” She said with a smile as she finished, your underwear still on for now, thankfully, before she grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and poured it onto some sterile gauze, covering up her mild smell with pungent ethanol. You wrinkled your nose at it. “U.S. Army Mobile Surgery Unit. What about you?”

“Well, April, I’d tell you, I really would, but then I’d have to kill you.” You laughed humorlessly, tensing as her hand approached your side, anticipating the moment when you would probably scream like a bitch baby. “But you can call me Kat.”

She rolled her eyes at you, but a smile creeped onto her face anyway. “Well, that’s just typical.”

Then she pressed the gauze to your wound, making you shout at the pain and lack of warning, cleaning it out as best as she could, pulling screams out of you in staccato, digging your hands into the sheets as she rubbed her grubby little fingers into the cut even deeper than you would have, squeaking out apologies every time you cried out.

At some point something metallic crashed over in the hallway, making her jump and hit you right in your wound, making you shout again, even as some kind of commotion broke out with accompanying thunks of bodies, but she just told you to ignore it with an exasperated shake of her head, finishing up and pressing a temporary waterproof dressing over your skin.

Comforting.

“That… happen often?”

“Depends on the season. You know how Alphas get, even on meds. And this place? Chock full.” She stood up with a shrug and a thin smile, re-tying her hair. “Now, do you think you can shower by yourself?”

You sighed. At least the scent blockers on your neck were waterproof, even if she kept nervously looking between them, your face, and the door. (And no doubt the sound of a heavy body hitting the ground outside your door, signalling the end of the altercation in the hall before it was silent again.)

You had a sneaking suspicion the rumour mill was going to flip it’s lid no matter what you did here.

Something weird was going on here.

You managed to slip off your underwear by yourself before she helped you stand, only slightly woozy on your feet despite your bloodloss.

Another win for the SEP program.

You paused, now fully naked. Except for one thing.

Your fucking helmet.

You stepped into the small shower without further fanfare, drawing the curtains closed with an annoyed huff, and taking the visor off with your good arm once you were sure April couldn’t see you, handing it through to her. She didn’t get to see your face, at least. Even if you couldn’t hide anything else. You could keep this to yourself.

The water pressure in this particular Talon base sucked ass, but at least you got the temperature to a decent luke-warm. You closed your eyes, letting the remaining blood flow off you, thankfully very little left now that your clothes were off and your wound was washed off. You didn’t need to wash out your hair, either, thanks to the helmet.

You turned it off after staying in there until the water was cold, having been careful not to get your head and neck too wet for your visor, and stuck a hand out for it before anything else, placing it back on your head with a scratchy “Thanks.”

April helped you dry off and shrug into the new turtleneck and sweatpants, gentler now than she’d been with your clothes. Sometimes showers felt more like magic than hygiene, and you felt more grounded and normal than you’d been for the past hour, head clearer and heart rate finally settling down.

She was tying your boots for you when someone knocked at the door, making you raise your eyebrows. You turned to her for help, but she just shrugged at you unhelpfully - her wide, almost panicked eyes almost made you not answer, though, like she knew who it was.

“Come in?”

Don’t be Moira, Don’t be Moira, Don’t be Moira.

The door creaked open, revealing Reaper, half-leaning on the door frame and swaying slightly on his feet, most of his armor nowhere to be seen, and holding some kind of plastic-wrapped medical tray. He waited just long enough for April to finish tying your shoes before he leveled her with what you guessed was a glare and growled out a single: “Out.”

She lost her composure all at once, shooting up straight and stumbling on her way out the door, squeaking high and girlish as she passed him, able to throw one last panicked look back at you before Reaper slammed the door shut in her face.

“You shouldn’t terrorize the medical staff.” You wheezed out, curling an arm around your side as he dropped the tray on the side table and knocked your ruined clothes to the floor, making you frown and quirk an eyebrow at the same time, staring bemused as he kicked the one chair over to the bed, and sat down in front of you without saying anything else. Close enough to touch each other, if you wanted. “They’re gonna poison you one of these days if you’re not careful.”

“Too late.”

Um?

You’d caught the ever-so-slightly visible waver in his step, like he wasn’t fully awake, somehow, making you shoot him a concerned look he couldn’t see. “...You good there, sunshine?”

“Worry about yourself.” He said, moving closer, leaving no room for argument, even though the mist that flared off his body was… much more active than usual, pouring off him in waves.

But you didn’t really know enough about him to know what that meant.

You swallowed, not sure what he was even doing there in the first place, suddenly self-conscious. “I’m fine, really, I just need to rest another few minutes before I port back to the Continental, and Doc can stitch me up fine, so, whatever it is you want, I can deal with in a bit, just-”

You cut yourself off, noticing he wasn’t wearing his gloves just as he was pulling on new disposable ones, then went on to peel open the sterile tray without paying much attention to what you were saying.

Oh.

It was a suture kit.

“Doc’s a fucking butcher, and Kepner’s worse. Somehow. Would patch you up with super-glue if she could just so she can move on to the man with his guts hanging out.” He said in a kind of benign scorn, like he’d been on the receiving end of said treatment more than once but didn’t know what to do about it. “Now lift up your shirt.”

Your brain froze.

Excuse me? Am I fucking dreaming?

“What, and you’re better?” You barked out a laugh, resisting the urge to shrink back from him and run away, but then again, he was warm, you were close enough to feel it through all the layers of his clothing, and you really wanted to pitch forward and just. Lean on him, maybe stare at the tight black turtleneck he wore that matched yours. But you didn’t really think he’d appreciate it, especially with how oddly nice he’d been earlier. “You’re telling me you can throw stitches better than a fucking surgeon?”

“Yes.” He said simply, continuing to pull out a pair of forceps, and then used one of them to pull out a curved needle that had string already threaded through the tiny opening.

You don’t know if it was blind trust or the confident way he handled the forceps just as easily as anybody else you’d seen that made you believe him, but you did.

“Why, though?”

He just stared at you for a second before he went back to setting up.

You translated that as him looking at you like you’d said something dumb that he wouldn’t dignify with an answer.

Was he really going to stitch you up for seemingly no other reason than wanting to? That… seemed a bit hard to believe.

You worried at your lower lip, a really irresistably dumb idea popping into your head, hesitating for a moment and looking for cameras in the room. There weren’t any. You had a sneaking suspicion Reaper would know and wouldn’t be caught dead being kind to someone on tape, so there was that...

Besides, you liked Reaper a hell of a lot more than some of the other people who knew what you looked like.

You placed a hand on either side of your helmet and slid it off gently, setting it on the cot next to you.

“Hello,” You smiled tentatively with a little wave, trying to gauge some kind of response from him.

You had the privilege of seeing with your own eyes how Reaper stilled all at once, frozen as he was laying out his supplies, his right sleeve ridden up just enough that you could see a patch of his skin. It felt like a secret, knowing that his arms were an ash-brown, and it made you smile. How many people had even the slightest clue what he looked like?

He was staring at you for sure this time, you just knew it.

You looked back at his mask, tilting your head. “Cat got your tongue?”

...

“Don’t be stupid.” He said low, voice a note deeper than before, and even more lovely to hear without the extra layer between you and him, something that simple enough to send shivers up your spine. “Just lift up your damn shirt so we can get this over with.”

And he ruined it.

“Wow, just what every woman wants to hear.” You rolled your eyes, before turning your gaze firmly to a small digital clock on the other side of the room, heat rising up your face. “Um… I can’t lift my arms that high.”

He sighed, heavy and deep. “Just... lay down on your side, then.”

You bit your lower lip, but nodded, turning around and laying down on your side so you faced away from his heavy gaze and towards the wall, somehow hoping that if you didn't look at him then your racing heartbeat would calm down.

You jumped at the first touch - a surprisingly gentle hand tugging at your hemline. You forced yourself to relax, breathing deep and counting your breaths. His fingers were warm, so warm, on your skin, just barely touching you as he folded your new shirt over itself until he could see your wound just under your ribs. He peeled off the temporary dressing, making you suck in a breath through your teeth at the pull.

Shuffling sounds behind you, and the snapping of gloves as if he was changing them out for new ones now that he’d touched something that wasn’t sterile. “You’re not allergic to lidocaine?”

“Nope.” You sighed, knowing what was coming, and not looking forward to it.

“You’ll need quite a bit.” His voice was closer now, said as a warning, but still washing over you and calming you down as you caught the tail end of a version of his distinctive Alpha smell (smoke and amber) - a version that seeped into your brain and soaked it in dumb and told every inch of your body to relax and stay calm, that everything would be alright, and you listened to it even as you blinked in surprise that he was practically telling you to chill the fuck out just with his scent.

“Okay.” You breathed in a bit deeper, hoping that scenting him more would help, but still clawing a hand into the sheet beneath you, preparing yourself for what you knew would be a bad time no matter how many hormones Reaper sent flooding through your system to calm you down.

He plunged the needle into the raw edge of your wound, and you clench your teeth as your vision spotted white with burning, raw pain, even after he paused. You sucked in an unsteady breath, and he started again in a new place, and again and again until you lost count of how many times you’d been shot for these stupid fucking stitches, darkness creeping steadily into your vision until you floated in a barely conscious haze.

“I’m done.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until he stopped, and you felt his now-bare hand softly pressing flat against the back of your neck, the gesture of comfort normally reserved for pack members or best friends friends or mates making your face heat up even more than before, but still, you found yourself unable to resist the urge to press back against him and sigh heavily in relief all at once. So you did, sinking into his grip and relishing in the way it tightened over-so-slightly at the soft humm you let out in response, lighting up just about every neuron in your brain with a soft, glowy pleasure, your eyes drifting shut.

Apparently he knew you were an omega, somehow, or was guessing, but his intuition was embarrassingly spot on, and you almost melted into him right then and there when he gave you one last comforting squeeze. “The hard part’s over.”

Christ, you could never look at him again, why did you take off your fucking helmet?

He took his hand away, and you let out a barely contained whine at the loss and tilted your head back to chase his touch, floating in a cloudy place where the pain didn’t hit you as much.

And then he cleared his throat, breaking you out of your trance all at once and sending you crashing back to the reality of you laying down on a scratchy Talon med-cot, and he sounded like he was just as uncomfortable as you were, even if that was pretty damn unlikely, because you were fucking mortified, entire upper body warm from embarrassment an morphine.

And then he pat your shoulder. Fucking hell.

It was too painful to laugh at.

You wiped the tears off of your face and bored your eyes straight into the wall in front of you so you didn’t have to face him, hoping to preserve some modicum of dignity even as your voice cracked. “If you tell anyone about this I’ll fucking kill you.”

“You’re insufferable.” It was soft and gruff, without any real bite to it, and it made your heart clench in your chest with an unexpected resurgence of yearning.

God, the embarrassment was worth it just to be this close. You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face. “Good thing I’m so cute, then.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, princessa.”

Oh my god you were going to explode what the fuck, Reaper?

Was this how he felt when you called him cutesy nicknames?

You kept your mouth shut, afraid of eliciting more unexpected pet names from him.

You would explode.

Even though you felt him stitching you up moments later, the cold metal forceps a shocking contrast to his warm hands, you managed to keep yourself from squirming away from the pulling, awkward almost-pain at your side. And the one time you did, arching your back away from him, he’d grabbed your hip and pulled you back against where his leg hit the cot, shocking you into almost catatonic stillness in one swift motion, knee warm against your lower back.

Shit, that was hot. And you so totally shouldn’t think about him railing you while he was literally right behind you, caging you in with his muscled body, and you wished you weren’t too injured to make a move and you wished you were somewhere other than the middle of a clinic in a Talon base so you could just. Try something and make a fool of yourself kissing a mask.

It was enough to make you want to scream, or more likely just let the frustration build until you internally combust.

Which seemed like a good plan. Very easy to execute.

When he was done, he lowered your shirt back to its rightful place and pulled you upright, and you turned around just in time to watch him stand from his chair.

You swallowed, trying to think of something to say, something to keep him in there longer, but he wasn’t exactly the type of guy you asked to dinner, was he? Instead, all that came out was: “Valdez won’t cheap me on the commission for this, will he?”

Smooth.

“I’ve been looking for an excuse to kill him, so I doubt it.” He shrugged, pausing on his way out and more steady than he was when he’d come in, mist back to normal, barely-visible levels, and looked over his shoulder at you, hand lingering on the door like he wanted to stay, too, even as he went to close it, making some sad, attention starved part of your heart leap in anticipation. He cleared his throat again, looking away. “Don’t stick around. Moira’s flying in in the morning, but she has a bad habit of showing up early.” And then that part of you was immediately smothered with a pillow in it’s sleep. Jesus christ.

You raised your hand in a tiny, tired wave. “See you round, then.”

He hesitated, the brighter light from the hallway reducing him to a silhouette in the doorway. He shook his head. “You better hope you don’t.”

He shut the door behind him, the soft sound of the latch closing echoing in your ears louder than gunfire.

Somehow, you felt both more and less alone than you did this morning.

Later, in your hotel room, when you managed to look in the mirror, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

His stitches were perfect.

A/N: This chapter's title brought to you by Terrible Things by Brick+Mortar.

M-M-M-Mega Chapter! Finals week is stressin me but I was too antsy to get this out here ave it before I change my mind! Anyone have a guess as to what might've happened to Reaper in between scenes? He'll tell Kat eventually at some point down the line but I wanna hear what you guys think. If someone gets it right I'll let y'all know. The answer is really funny.

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kitten fever // myg

summary - min yoongi wants to be a daddy, but not in the way that you quite expect

pairing - cat hybrid!yoongi x gender neutral!reader

genre - fluff; hybrid au, established relationship au

word count - 7.5k

warning - yoongi being an absolute softie, hinted hybrid discrimination, YOONGI WITH A KITTY, yoongi and yn being domestic, KITTENS, overwhelming love for kittens, yoongi calling himself daddy

author’s note - this is for the bts ghostie dynamite dads event “new dad yoongi”, but make it new cat dad. i snuggled my kitties a lot writing this bc i love them and they are my inspiration for this. anything cat related on my blog is inspired by my own cats, enjoy. i may post a baby photo of one of them bc that’s how i imagine the kitty in this

2:54 am read the small digital clock in the corner of the room. Yoongi couldn’t sleep. He turned his head over to you, still curled up into his side. Pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, he gently peeled your arm off of him and got out of bed. You let out a soft whine at the loss of his warmth, patting the empty space in a sleepy attempt to find him. He shook his head and chuckled at you, placing another kiss to your head and made his way over to the desk. Seating himself in the wheelie chair, he opened the laptop and typed away into the search bar.

‘Newborn Kittens’.

He honestly wasn’t sure what was going through his head, but he was feeling something deep down inside. The feeling started sometime a little after you had adopted him and it had only grown stronger when the two of you had gotten together. Originally he thought that was the feeling, the need to be with you. You were his mate and you were it for him; he loved you with every little fiber in his being. But there was still something missing in Yoongi’s heart, and that is what it was.

He really wanted to be a dad.

Not for like human babies though, no. He didn’t think that either of you were ready for that yet, not for a while. But he really wanted to care and love for something as his own, which has slowly led him down the rabbit hole of kitten videos. Volume set to low, he played videos and listened to the small innocent newborns cry and whine at the new world they were in. The cries resonated deep in Yoongi’s heart. He wanted to care for, guide, and love on a kitten so badly. The only thing is he had to convince you about it.

After about an hour of him watching and holding back tears over the newborns, he let out a yawn. He exited the tab and cleared the browsing history, an extra precaution he’d taken to make sure you accidentally stumble across it. He didn’t know why he was so nervous about asking you, maybe it’s cause you never talked about having another pet or an actual animal? He vaguely remembered you mentioning the reason you got a hybrid in the first place. You wanted someone to talk to and to keep you in check, which Yoongi thought he did a pretty good job of. You were a bit of an idiot sometimes, but you were his idiot now. His idiot that he had no idea how to tell he wanted to have a baby kitten.

He quietly tiptoed back over to the bed and carefully slotted himself to lay next to you, once again. You sleepily register the bed dipping next to you, turning over and wrapping your arms back around him; holding him even tighter so he can’t leave you again. He let out a low chuckle at your action, letting you mold yourself against him. With another kiss to the top of your head, Yoongi let his eyes slowly fall shut. Dreaming of the kittens he wanted so badly.

You woke up earlier than Yoongi the following morning, which was strange, seeing how normally he’s the first to rise. As of lately though, he’s been sleeping in more. You didn’t mind, the past few times he slept in, he had the warmest smile on his face. It was so blissful and it always pulled at your heartstrings to see him look so soft. But whenever he woke up, he acted distant. Like he was holding his breath around you. You don’t know what led him to start acting like this, you tried talking to him about it, you really did. Everytime you brought it up, he acted like it was nothing and dismissed the issue or said he was in a funk. So you’ve taken a back seat, waiting for him to either truly tell you what’s going on or for him to pull himself out of his self-proclaimed funk. With a small sigh passing your lips, you kissed his cheek and gave one of his little ears a scratch, you pulled yourself out of bed to get started on your morning routine.

With a yawn, you padded down the hallway of your small apartment towards the kitchen. Glancing at the calendar pinned to the fridge, you let out a low groan. Today, you had a lot of paperwork that you could thankfully do at home, but that didn’t help the fact you just wanted a lazy day to cuddle with your boyfriend. But you have work to do, then you can cuddle Yoongi to your heart's content. Quickly, you fashioned a breakfast milkshake; consisting of your last banana, an egg, milk, and some chocolate sauce. The roar of the blender must’ve woken up Yoongi, as soon as you turned it off, you heard his heavy footsteps get closer and closer. You don’t turn to look behind you as two arms and a tail wrap around your waist.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You smiled as he buried his head into your neck.

“Morning,” he grumbled, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

You stop from finishing your shake to lean into him, nuzzling your cheek against his messy dark hair. “You sleep alright? I thought I felt you get up in the middle of the night.”

“I’m good, just. . . had trouble sleeping last night,” You felt him shift behind you, readjusting himself so his chin is now resting on your shoulder, watching you finish making your shake, “decided to have a wikipedia deep dive to try and bore myself to sleep.”

“Aw, I’m glad you were able to get some sleep though.” You said as you pulled out a metal straw from your utensil drawer into your finished banana-chocolate milkshake. However, Yoongi doesn’t loosen his grip on you. Carefully, you manage to twist yourself around in his arms to look at him. His face is still puffy from sleep, his eyes are blinking lazily as you give him a chaste kiss. “Sleepy kitty.” Upon saying that phrase, you felt Yoongi’s arms stiffen around you. It was only for a moment, then he relaxed and nuzzled his nose to brush against your cheek before letting his arms slip from around you. You don’t let the way Yoongi tensed up at your words, but elect not to bring it up. It’s too early.

“What do you have planned for today?” Yoongi asked, stifling a yawn as he went to make himself some coffee.

“Just paperwork,” you huffed as you siphoned through the utensils to find your precious metal straw. “You got anything? Besides taking a cat nap.” You smiled as you took a sip of your shake.

Yoongi shook his head as he concentrated on his coffee making task, “I got nothing.”

“Maybe when I’m done, we can watch a movie?” You suggested, as you leaned against the countertop.

“Mm, sounds good.” He responded as he mixed in his coffee creamer. Satisfied with his stirring, he turned back to face you. “There’s a few things I’ve found that I think you might like”, he said as he brought the mug to his lips.

The small conversation fell and the two of you got started on your routines. You handed Yoongi your glass for him to clean then went to your bathroom to start the day. You couldn’t get over how he froze around you at the little nickname you bestowed on him. Sleepy kitty. Did he not like that? He never had any objections to your pet names previous to this. You couldn’t just chalk it up to it being one of his ‘moods’ because this was a constant thing now. You needed to talk to him, maybe before the movie.

Yoongi on the other hand, felt like banging his head into a wall. How could he be so stupid to have such a blatant reaction to the pet name?! He supposes it has everything to do with the dream he had after he had finally fallen asleep after an hour long cat video binge at such an ungodly hour. He had dreamt of a small tabby kitten, probably no more than 4 weeks old. It was snuggling into his shoulder while he slept, swiping at his tail while he sat and worked, nibbling on his ears- God even just reminiscing about the dream had his heart aching again.

Shaking his head, tried to push past the consuming thoughts of kittens, refusing to give into his instincts. He focused all his energy into cleaning the dishes; totally not imagining the small cup he was washing as a small kitten, scrubbing it delicately and making sure not to go too hard on it’s small fragile head-

Yoongi dropped the cup in the sink, the plastic banging against the other dishes ringing in his ears as he held his head. He was going to lose it, he knows it. To his concern there’s only one solution to this issue: get a kitten and take care of it. Digging the heels of his palm into his eyes, he let out a deep sigh. There was no other choice he had, he had to talk to you about his kitten fever.

Finishing up the last of what was in the sink, he dried off his hands and made his way back over to the room. You had already gotten to work, judging by how you barely acknowledged him as he walked in. Walking over to the bed, Yoongi stretched himself over the messed up covers. This was how the two of you did spend most of your days when you were allowed to work from home; with him laying down and watching you work. Resting his cheek on his folded arms, Yoongi kept his eyes on you. Trying his damndest not to let his mind wander from you and to imagining you working with a small kitten on your lap. Your hand caressing its small body while it meows loudly at you as you play with it- He let out a groan, burying his face in his arms to try and escape the mental image he created.

Hearing him, you turn in your chair to face him, “Yoongi, are you okay?”

Peeking from behind his elbows, concern is written all over your face. He shut his eyes and sat up, “Y/N. . . Can I talk to you?” Your brows furrowed together, a look of panic dashes through your eyes as you nod. Taking a deep breath, he stood up from where he sat and walked over to your desk, leaning against it. “I-,” he started, “I want kittens.”

His admission out in the air, he closed his eyes, fearing your reaction. But no sound of rejection came from you. Opening one eye to peep at you, you were confused. Yoongi could also see the gears turning in your head as you thought of something, anything to respond to him.

“Yoongi, I-I don’t think we’re-”

“Not like that!” He stopped you, seeing how you didn’t quite understand what he was talking about. “I mean like, actual kittens. . . Cats. . .” He explained.

Your mouth parted, “Oooh.” The dots connected, Yoongi’s sudden mood changes started to make sense; especially this morning’s when you called him kitty. All this because he wanted to father kittens? “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you wanted kittens, Yoongi?” You questioned.

Bashfully, he looked to his feet, “I don’t know. . . Since we got together, I suppose?”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline, “That long?! Why haven’t you told me, baby?” You went to grab his hands, holding them in yours.

“You never said anything about wanting kids, animal or not so I just. . . didn’t say anything.” He responded, keeping his eyes on your interlocked hands.

“Yoongi, look at me.” He raised his head to meet your gaze, “Human babies I never really thought much on, but kittens? I love kittens so much, of course I’d want to have them with you.”

“Really?” He felt like his eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets “You mean it? I can-We can get a kitten? A baby?” Yoongi couldn’t believe his ears; his vision started to blur as tears welled up in them. The blurry outline of you nodded as you stood, pulling him into a hug as the happy tears fell from his face.

You cooed at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his face burying itself in your neck. “Aww, we can definitely get a kitten. I think having one might be a wonderful little addition to our family, don’t you think?” Yoongi only cried harder in response. You stroked the hairs at the back of his neck, soothing him from his happy tears. “I’ll take that as a yes, I’ll get all my work done today and tomorrow we can go to a shelter and adopt. Okay?” With a nod of his head and a couple sniffles, he pulled away from the hug. You moved your hand to lay it on his cheek, wiping away the remaining tears from his cheeks. “Let me finish this up okay? You do research on some kitten supplies and shelters nearby?”

With that, Yoongi immediately got to work on researching products (within your established budget) and found a shelter a few blocks away from your apartment building. You thanked whatever deity that was watching over you that allowed your apartment to put in a notice for a new pet so last minute. Normally you’d have no qualms about waiting a few days, but the way Yoongi had been keeping this to himself, you didn’t want him to wait any longer. He deserved to be a proud father of a little fur baby.

All night long, you could feel Yoongi’s excitement radiate from him as he tossed and turned in the bed all night. You could hear him even giggle to himself, whispering how he’s going to be a dad. The words squeezed your heart as you turned to wrap your arms around him, partially to keep him still but also because you were happy that he was so happy about this step for the both of you. Maybe him a little more than you though.

You woke up to an empty bed, you patted around Yoongi’s side, noting it was cold. You were puzzled for a moment, wondering where he might be when the smell of bacon flooded your nose. You let out a light chuckle as you got out of bed, and shuffled down the hallway to see Yoongi in the kitchen, buzzing as he cooked breakfast. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d mistake you for a dog hybrid for being this excited.” You chuckled as you sat down at the table. He narrowed his eyes at you before returning to cooking. Normally Yoongi never went all out with breakfast unless it was a special occasion, you suppose that today might as well be a special occasion, it being the day he finally gets to become a dad. “Did you get any sleep?” You asked as he put some bacon and toast on a couple plates.

“Enough,” he answered, placing a plate in front of you on the table. You rolled your eyes at his response, you should’ve figured he didn’t get much; but at least he got some of it. “Gotta get used to not sleeping all throughout the night.”

“Yoongi, it’s a kitten. Not an actual baby.” You chortled as you took a bite of bacon, “It’s not gonna wake us up in the middle of the night crying.”

“Yeah, but kittens in a new environment often are excited and don’t sleep much the first night or so.” He responded as he sat down in front of you, “While I’m not a full cat, you should remember how restless I was when you first got me.”

You do remember. He stayed up all night the first few days, getting a feel of your apartment; sniffing around and making some noise, but after that he started to settle in and get comfortable in his new home. “Yes, but cats don’t whine every few hours to be fed.”

“Touche,” he bowed his head in defeat before going to take a bite out of his toast.

You watched him as he ate, nibbling a bit on your breakfast as you did. As you continued to eat, you noticed he was getting more and more fidgety. Figuring how he wasn’t very upfront with you about getting a kitten, he was waiting on your word to get ready to find a shelter. You smirked a bit as you took a few more bites of your toast before pushing your plate away. “Alright, ready to go?” Before you even finished, Yoongi jumped from his seat and kissed your cheek. You barked out a laugh as your hybrid dashed down the hallways towards the bedroom in a blur of black and white.

Deciding to take it upon yourself, you cleared the table, seeing how Yoongi was too excited to focus on anything else. You shook your head as you picked up his abandoned breakfast on the table; if he was too excited to sleep, you should’ve figured he’d be too excited to eat. Better make sure the second that kitten crosses the threshold of your apartment that you feed him before he forgets completely to eat. As you finished up in the kitchen, said hybrid came back, “What are you doing?! Why aren’t you getting dressed?!” He exasperated at you, still dressed in pajamas, while he was all nicely dressed.

“I’m sorry that I want to make a nice impression on the newcomer, when they arrive.” You chuckled as you walked up to him, ruffling his hair. “I’ll get dressed. You finish up here.” In a flash, he was at the sink, furiously scrubbing the pans and plates. You laughed at him again, you wonder how he’s going to react when you tell him that you’re not even gonna stop at the shelter first, seeing how you should get the products first before the kitten steps it’s paws in the apartment. No matter how eager Yoongi was, you needed a litter box first. Kitten second.

Once you’re dressed and down the hall, your overly eager feline partner was frantically checking himself in the hallway mirror. Letting out a chuckle as he made his hair and ears look as neat as possible. You held up your keys, the jingling catching his attention, he beamed as you moved to put your shoes on and get out of the door.

“What kind should we get? I looked at some of the ones at the shelter and there’s this pretty ragdoll, she’s all white and fluffy- Ooh! There’s this siamese kitten that just had the most beautiful eyes-”

“Yoongi,” you cut off his rambling as you approached your car. “I love you, I really do and I’m excited that you’re excited. But don’t overthink it, let’s just go to the shelter first and see who speaks out to you more. Okay?”

You watched as he bashfully scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry.” He chuckled nervously.

“Don’t apologize, baby. Now come on, we gotta get going.” You hopped in the car, Yoongi followed behind you, climbing into the backseat. The two of you sit in silence as you drive off, your hybrid humming happily as he stared out the window. It’s only when you pull up to the pet store does Yoongi let out a low groan.

“This isn’t the shelter!”

You grabbed his hand as he pouted his lips at you, “I know. But we need litter, food, and toys. I don’t want to forget that on the way home.” You pressed a kiss to his knuckles as he dropped his pout.

“Fine,” he sighed as he unbuckled and got out, clearly unhappy with the decision, but realizing it was the right one either way.

“You’re acting more like a moody teen than a father to be, you sure you’re ready?” You raised a brow at him, which quickly had him standing up straighter.

“Yes, I am.” He gave a firm nod as he spoke, “Now come on, the fast we get the supplies, the faster we can get the baby.” He took your hand in his and led you into the store.

You let Yoongi take the lead pushing the cart through the aisles as you searched for the supplies you needed. You could feel stares from other customers as Yoongi was looking at the different types of kitten litter and which one would be best. You felt like they were judging you for bringing your hybrid to the pet store, like you were going to make him actually use the items that were meant for his animal counterpart.

“Can I help you with anything?” You both turned your head to see a young woman in a blue vest standing there, a confused expression on her face.

“Actually yes, what brand of litter would you recommend? I’ve read all the reviews but, I’m curious about your opinion?” Yoongi rambled off as he stood, walking to get closer to the employee. “We’re going to adopt a kitten later today and this is both of our first times owning a cat.”

“Oh!” The employee's eyes widened and nodded, now understanding the situation instead of assuming the worst. “Well what age are you looking to adopt?”

“Not sure, I was thinking maybe four to six weeks?” He said as the worker’s eyes examined the wall of litter in front of her.

“Hmm,” she stepped down and pulled out a medium sized pink box. “This brand is what I’ve seen the best reviews on, anyone with a kitten seems to like it before going on to other litter.” She handed it over to Yoongi, who was bowing his head as he accepted the box.

“Thank you very much!” He replied, gracious for the help.

“No problem, anything else I can help you with?” She responded with a grin of her own as she looked between the two of you.

Yoongi glanced over his shoulder to you, waiting to see if you needed anything at all. You shook your head, “No. Thank you for the offer though, I think we got it.”

Yoongi thanked the employee again before turning to put the box of litter in the cart. “Got litter, got the litter box, food, what else?”

“Toys and a collar?” You noticed that was something lacking from your growing collection of cat necessities. Looking up to Yoongi, you see him with his lips pursed in thought as he stared down into the cart. “Something wrong with that?”

“Toys no,” he said, moving to push the cart forward towards the cat toy aisle. “Collar, I don’t know. I mean, it’s going to be indoors anyways. Does it even really need it?”

He did have a point, a collar was to ensure that if it got lost you’ll be contacted as soon as it’s found. But considering how it is going to be inside all the time, and with Yoongi always around too, did you really need it? “You’re right, but we don’t know. Why don’t we skip the collar today, and get it when we know for sure. Does that sound good?”

You followed close behind him as he turned into the next aisle, thinking of what you said. “Yeah, sounds good. Just don’t want to make any unnecessary purchases.” You stopped in front of a small wall of colorful toys and stretching posts. Your eyes shifted towards him as he closely examined each and every toy in front of him. “There a limit on how many toys we can get?”

“Let’s start with three,” you laughed lightly as you moved to stand beside him, looking over the different options. “We do need a scratching post, so let’s get this one,” you move to grab a long cardboard scratcher and put it in the cart, “because we don’t need the little baby scratching up the furniture.”

“No we do not,” Yoongi returned with a chuckle, reaching out to grab a small pack of toys in the shape of mice. “These look fun.”

“What are you gonna play with it too?” You elbowed him gently as he tossed them into the wagon.

“I just might.” He teased as his attention went back to the wall of toys, he reached forward and grabbed a small plush octopus. He gave it a little shake and it chimed, his eyes immediately lit right up and placed it right next to the other toys.

“I’m beginning to think those toys are for you more than the kitten,” you joked as Yoongi moved to push the cart out of the aisle and towards check out. He scrunched his nose up at you but didn’t deny your statement.

Once at the check out, Yoongi put all the items up on the conveyor belt while you went up to the cashier, who was eyeing Yoongi carefully as he checked out each item.Not liking the way he was looking at your hybrid, you cleared your throat, directing his attention back to you. You knew there was still some judgement towards hybrids being out and about in public, but that shouldn’t matter because he was with you. His owner.

“Did you find everything alright?” The cashier huffed as he bagged your items, going over the register to double check that he scanned everything.

“Yup!” You gave him a tight smile, not wanting him to give away your displeasure at his behavior. You just wanted out of this pet store now. Yoongi, on the other hand, must’ve sensed your uneasiness and in an instant he stood right next to you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. Letting out a shaking breath, you returned his squeeze before finishing up your purchase. It certainly was a small hit to your bank account but this was worth it, it was for Yoongi.

You both gave a quick thank you to the worker before you made your leave, cart full of brand new kitten supplies. As you were loading up the car, Yoongi placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”

“I didn’t like those eyes on us, on you.” You muttered as you shut the trunk closed.

“Y/N look at me,” he placed his hand on your cheek. “It’s alright, I can deal with a couple of staring strangers. But you’re with me that’s all that matters.” He smiled as his thumb caressed your cheek.

You stood there for a moment, letting him sooth your anxieties before you pulled away. “Okay, now let’s go get that kitten. No sadness today, this is supposed to be a happy time.” Soon as the words left your mouth, Yoongi’s entire demeanor shifted; going from a caring partner, to an excited child with only a few words.

“Right! Let’s go!!” With that, Yoongi gave you a chaste kiss before jumping into the passenger side door.

The drive to the shelter wasn’t that long, and Yoongi was bouncing up and down in his seat like a child on his way to Toys R Us. It was cute though, seeing him this excited. You don’t think you’ve seen him this giddy; you’ve seen him happy of course, but not this kind of emotion. It looked good on him, you hoped he manages to keep it going as the kitten grows old.

“We’re here!!” Yoongi announced ecstatically as you pulled up in the parking lot. The hybrid waited patiently as he could as you got out of the car, his eyes locked on the door of the small building. It was a bit on the smaller side, but it was a bit more of a homey feeling to it. Something that you thought would be good seeing how this will be the new addition to your family.

Soon as you stepped forward towards him, he bounded ahead of you, eager to get through the door. “Hurry up!” He whined as you leisurely took your time walking up the path to the door.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you huffed as you finally managed to get to the front door. Yoongi was grinning so hard his cheek muscles were sore, but that didn’t matter. It was finally happening. He was gonna be a dad!

Door to the shelter opened, he followed you as you stepped inside, glancing around at the posters of various cats and dogs on the wall. He stared at them while a volunteer at the front desk asked to help you. He moved his head to pay attention to the conversation, but little meows echoed from the door where the volunteer entered from. His hand instantly grabbed yours as he heard the little cries; not coming from his computer, but from actual kittens.

His attention was brought back to you at the sound of your laughter. “You ready, Yoon?” He nodded his head so hard, you feared his head might pop off. Your shoulders shook with another laugh as you looked back to the volunteer, “Can we see them now?”

“Of course!” She answered as she took a few steps back towards the door, holding it open for the two of you. Yoongi followed after her quickly, tugging you along with your hand still tightly grasped in his. The smell of all the other animals filled Yoongi’s senses as they walked down a short hallway. He could hear the sounds of them as well, all calling for the attention of the new people that they no doubt smelled. Soon enough, they approached a door marked CATS, Yoongi felt your eyes on him as the volunteer opened the door and walked in.

“You ready to be a dad, Yoongi?” Your voice was soft as you squeezed his hand. All he could do was nod as you entered.

The scent hit him first, the smell of fur and cat food, and litter boxes. Not the most pleasant thing in the world, but at that very moment, it was better than roses to him. Then the sound of dozens of cats meowing away filled his eardrums and he felt his smile get wider as he glanced around the small room. There was a small cat tree in the middle of the room, with silver kennels on either side of it. Some of the doors were open, the felines who inhabited them wandered about the room. The rest of them remained closed, but that didn’t stop them from sticking out their paws between the wires, going out to grab the other volunteers in the room.

“So all our kittens are about four to six weeks old, all siblings are in the same kennel. Feel free to open them up if you want,” she explained as she walked over to another male volunteer to talk to him. “All their names are on that white board, by the way!”

There was a small brush against Yoongi’s pant leg. Glancing down, he made eye contact with an orange tabby cat; rubbing it’s head against his calf. The creature looked up and meowed at him, curious about the two new strangers who came in. Ever so slowly, Yoongi knelt down petting it’s head and letting it keen into his hand. Above, he could hear you coo as at the sight before getting distracted with another cat that came up to you.

Yoongi felt like he was going to cry, he had to only take one home? When there’s so many here that all need homes? He was so close to just begging you to take them all home, but he knew that that wouldn’t be a good idea. Taking a deep breath, he got back up to his feet and walked over to one of the kennels and peered in, looking at the small fluff balls curl together for warmth. Carefully, he moved to open the wire door without waking any of them, but it appears his presence was enough to wake them because sure enough, small mewls added into the already noisy room as he opened the door completely.

“Hi,” his voice was barely a whisper as he reached in and let the kitten sniff at him, getting adjusted to his scent before moving to touch any of them. A small white kitten with the bluest eyes reached up to grab at his fingers, its small claws digging into his skin. “Ow,” he feigned with a chuckle as he lowered his head to scratch at the fur balls ears. “You’re a curious one, aren’t you.” He lilted as he turned his attention to another kitten. This one was black, but strangely enough has small light grey stripes decorated its body. It was a bit more separated from the rest of the litter, smaller too. Intrigued, he moved his hand over to it and let the kitten sniff it. When it seemed to accept him, he let his hand curl around its small body, lifting it out of the cage and into his arms.

“You found someone, Yoongi?” He heard you ask as you approach him, a small gasp leaving your lips when you see the tiny creature in his arms. “Oh my goodness! Aren’t you precious!” You melted as you reached your finger out to stroke its head.

“I see you’ve found the runt of the litter,” the volunteer noted as she walked over to you both, a smile on her face. “She’s all healthy, so if she’s the one you want, she’s ready to go home with you.”

Yoongi could feel your eyes on him, looking for an answer on if this was the one you were going to take home. He stared down at the small cat in his arms, who’s big eyes stared right back at him. He could feel it deep in his heart, this was the one. This was his baby. “Yeah, it’s her.”

“Okay, babe.” You kissed his cheek before looking back to the kitten still in his arms. “Hi baby, you almost match your daddy.” You giggled as you gave her one last scratch before confirming with the volunteer that you’ll be taking that one home.

With a smile, she nodded, asking you to follow her to finish up the paperwork while telling another volunteer to help Yoongi with getting her ready to leave. He readjusted the kitten in his arms so she was now laying against his chest, rather than in his arms. The other volunteer held a cardboard carrier with an old towel in it out. Yoongi was hesitant at first, not quite ready to let his new found child out of his arms just yet.

“Come on, buddy. She’s gonna be okay,” he encouraged Yoongi as he reached for the cat. Holding back the urge to swipe at him and carry the cat out in his arms, he knew you wouldn’t want him to make a scene. So he complied, letting him take the kitten from him and into the carrier. The volunteer handed it over to him; but instead of holding it by the handle, he held it by the bottom in both hands. Not wanting to jostle her around before getting to the car.

The volunteer escorted him back out to the lobby, where you were finishing up. “Yoongi, what are you gonna name her?” You asked. The question caught him off guard, he didn’t know what he was gonna name his kitten. He’s wanted one for how long and he never thought of one? He quickly racked his brain for names, not wanting it to sound too cheesy or weird but none came to mind.

“I, uh,” he was embarrassed at the predicament. But you merely laughed at him before placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s just for the chip she got, I’ll just put down Min for now alright?” You looked to him for his permission. He nodded, the two of you will figure out a better name to call her in the meantime. But at least she’s got a nickname on her.

Paperwork all done, and a car full of new cat stuff. The two of you drove back to your apartment, and all the while Yoongi was flinching with every confused little meow that came from the white box on his lap. Unable to take it anymore, he cracked open the carrier a bit, just enough to stick his hand in and sooth her of both his and her anxieties about the drive. You rolled your eyes at the action, mumbling something under your breath about coddling her before she’s even gotten to the house. But Yoongi couldn’t help it! He hated hearing the small and scared whimpers, he couldn’t just do nothing!

When the drive finally came to a stop, you handed Yoongi the key to the apartment. “Put her in our room, close the door and come back here to help me with the rest of the stuff. Okay?” You instructed, to which Yoongi followed to the T. Well almost to the T.

Once he got into the house, he opened up the carrier and pulled out the kitten. “This is your new home.” He started as he walked around, showing her the place. “This is the living room and the kitchen area, we’re out here a lot. Don’t try to scratch up the couch please, or Y/N is gonna kill us both.” He chuckled as he made his way down the hall, pointing at different photos and giving a story. “This is the bedroom, where we sleep. You can sleep here too.” He went on and he placed her down on the ground. “Now you can explore while we go get your things.” He said, but didn’t move. Watching how the kitten sniffed around the new place, getting a feel of it. A smile on his face, he slowly started backing out of the room, closing it behind him.

He rushed back out of the door, but before he made it to your car, he ran into you, an annoyed look on your face. “You got distracted with the kitty, didn’t you?” Yoongi looked down at the ground, feeling a bit guilty for putting the baby before his partner but thankfully you seemed to understand. “Fine, just get the cat litter. Couldn’t carry it all by myself.” You jerked your head in the direction of the car. Nodding, he ran down to go get the rest of the things.

Setting the majority of the cat stuff down, you quietly started towards the bedroom. Cracking open the door, you don’t see anything just yet. You push the door open a bit more, still nothing but there is a small little lump of poop on the floor, stinking up the whole room. “Gah,” you gagged as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and cleaner. “Knew I should’ve told him to get the kitty litter ready first,” you muttered to yourself as you cleaned up the little troublemaker’s poop. After being sure to toss it in a trashcan in the bathroom, you began looking for the little one.

Laying flat on the ground, you peered under your bed. The small outline of the kitten was seen in the middle of the bed, out of reach for you to grab. “Aww, come here baby. No ones gonna hurt you.” You stretched your arm out under the bed, the tips of your fingers barely grazing her soft fur. You could feel her lower her nose to your hand, sniffing you out before rubbing her head against your palm.

“What are you doing?” You heard Yoongi’s voice called out from above you.

“She hid under the bed,” you explained as you pulled your arm out from underneath the space.

Yoongi pursed his lips in thought as he leaned down, taking his turn to reach under the bed. “Come here baby, come on.” He made kissy noises, trying to lure her out. “Come to daddy.” But to no avail, she didn’t come out.

Disappointment was written across his face as he sat up. “Aww, don’t be upset Yoon. She;s just scared. She’s in a new place,” you placed your hand on his cheek. “Why don’t we set up her stuff, maybe she’ll come out then.”

Begrudgingly, he agreed. You set up all the stuff in the room first, just to get her accompanied to the new place before the rest of the apartment. You had Yoongi handle setting up her litter box and opening up her toys while you set up her food and water. Cat stuff thoroughly thrown about the place, you saw small little paws peek out from underneath the bed.

“Yoongi,” you nudged your hybrid to look at where you were pointing.

Instantly, he began to lower himself to the ground, not breaking eye contact with her as she watched him slowly go down and down until he was laying flat on his stomach. Taking a few tentative steps, she got closer to him. Sniffing at his ear which twitched at the close proximity of her black little nose. “Those are my ears,” he stated simply as she started to swat at them and his hair. “Hey,” he chuckled, lifting his head away from her paws. “Don’t hurt daddy.”

“You’re really gonna stick with daddy?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you raised your hands in defense, not wanting to argue with him. He moved back to sit on the ground next to you and watch as the kitten curiously bounded around the room. She looked up at you before making slow steps over, before putting her paws on your thighs. You looked up at Yoongi who looked nearly green with envy. “Guess we know who her favorite is.” You teased.

“No no no no,” he said as he leaned over before picking up the cat, plopping her on his lap. “She’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, if it’s the last thing I do.” You would’ve thought she would’ve hated being moved by force and would’ve jumped away, but she didn’t. She snuggled herself deeper into his lap and started purring. Now it’s your turn to be jealous.

“No fair,” you grumbled as you leaned forward to pet her again.

Yoongi only stuck his tongue out at you before turning his attention back down to the cat. “Moonlight.”

“What was that?”

“Her name is Moonlight. Moonie for short,” he said, his eyes never leaving her as he let his hand stroke her.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the kitten. “Welcome to the family, Moonie.”

The rest of the day is spent with you and Yoongi on the ground, playing with her, completely ignoring the rest of the world. You took a lot of videos of her playing around Yoongi’s tail. It was precious to see how well he was with her; jumping into his new role as a cat dad. It warmed your heart. With each of her squeaky meows, Yoogni would respond with one of his own; his deep voice making a low meow, sounding nothing at all like a cat. Yet she still responded, meowing back only louder and more pitchy.

As they continued to play, it became painfully obvious that Yoongi definitely bought those small mouse toys for him because he was playing around with them a lot more than her. Moonlight on the other hand, was approaching your bed. Pouncing on it in an attempt to climb up top. With a laugh, you helped her up onto the mattress, watching her as she waddled about the uneasy surface.

Your stomach growled, hungry for some food. “I’m gonna go make something real quick.” You got up and kissed the top of Yoongi’s head before walking out of the room and towards the kitchen. You made a quick sandwich to refuel before getting back to playing. As you ate, you thought of how well this was going to be. Granted it was only the first day, but this was going to be good. Just by the look on Yoongi’s face you could tell. He was absolutely in love with that small little ball of fur, his baby. Your baby.

Finishing up your little sandwich, you made your way back to the bedroom. It was quiet, you didn’t hear any more rustling or mewling. Brows furrowed, you opened the door and the sight you saw before you melted you. Yoongi laid curled up in the middle of the bed, similar to how he did when he first got comfortable with you when you got him. Moonlight was tucked close to his chest with an arm draped over her, fast asleep.

On your tiptoes, you made your way over to the bed to lay opposite of Yoongi. They both stirred as the mattress dipped beneath your weight, but both remained with eyes closed. You let your arm drape over Yoongi’s side, effectively sandwiching Moonlight between the two of you. There the three of your laid, tired smiles on your faces as you warmed the new addition of the family between you.

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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years

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Soft Yan! Erasermic x Chubby Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader gets a new home and is perfectly fine with it, but soon her desires get the best of her.

**18+ Fic**

Warnings: Kidnapping, drug use, NSFW, smut, double penetration, yandere themes, light D/S dynamic, daddy kink like once, BDSM themes, Stockholm Syndrome, overall nastiness

Word Count: 5.1k

Author’s Note: This one’s extremely self indulgent, focusing on a chubby or heavy reader and their insecurities being accepted. Also, I feel like these two would be unfairly amazing with aftercare. If you skip the warnings it ain’t my fault if you don’t like what you read. Thanks and enjoy!

“Happy birthday to me” you mumbled to yourself as you polished off your third glass of whiskey of the night.

It was late, probably close to 2 am, and you sat at your usual spot on the end of the bar. You rapped your knuckles on the wooden countertop, signaling the bartender to pour you another glass. He obliged with a nod and a warm smile, which you easily returned. It was always like this, sitting alone at the edge of the bar on a Friday night, drinking away your stress where you knew you wouldn’t be bothered by your meddlesome coworkers.

The bar was getting quiet, with only a handful of patrons chatting and laughing away in their drunken states. And they were there again. Always sitting in the corner of the establishment, tucked away in a booth together. The two men were there when you started attending the bar on a regular basis a few months ago, and always stayed after you’d left. It seemed normal at first, just a couple of guys drinking at a bar. But you’d caught them looking at you on several occasions. You never looked at them directly, but you always saw their reflections in the glass bottles of liquor, their eyes trained on you with no clear expressions on their faces. They never came over to talk, never made a move, never even got within 5 feet of you. And that’s the way you liked it.

Until tonight.

Both men stood up, and you watched as their reflections casually made their way over to the bar. You averted your eyes and pretended not to notice, hoping they’d leave you alone. “Hey there” Well, so much for leaving me alone. You turned to see a handsomely rugged man looking down at you, his raven hair loose and framing his chiseled jaw and his dark eyes peering into your own. You notice a curved scar just under his right eye. His friend stood beside him, with long blonde hair tied up in a laxed ponytail and hypnotic green eyes trained on you behind orange tinted sunglasses.

“Hi fellas” you spoke, eyeing the two with a quirked eyebrow. The blonde moved over to your left and sat down next to you, the other choosing to stand on your right. “Hey little listener! Mind if I sit here?” the blonde asked with a megawatt grin, the sheer volume of his voice startled you a little. “Not at all” you said with a warm smile. ‘Listener? What a strange nickname’ you thought. There was a few seconds of silence before the dark haired man spoke. “So, what’s the occasion?” You wondered how he knew there was an occasion, and almost reading your mind he said, “You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar” Huh. Looks like they were watching me after all.

You took a swig of whiskey before speaking. “Nothing special. It’s just my birthday”. And you meant it. Your birthday was never anything special. Just a testament to another routine year on this earth. “I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” the blonde nudged your shoulder as he spoke. You laughed at that statement. “Nah, just another year gone by” The alcohol was starting to get to you, you could tell. You were never this talkative sober.

The black haired man knocked on the bar, “Next round’s on me. Hey barkeep, one more glass for this pretty kitten here” The pet name made your cheeks tingle a little, but you kept it under control and tilted your head. You scoffed “Kitten? Really?” He looked you up and down and said “Well how would you describe yourself, kitty?” He smirked at you, waiting for your response. The logical side of your brain warned you ‘Don’t do it, you can’t be self deprecating on your 25th birthday’. You didn’t listen. “Well I’m far from cat-like. Chubby, short, chunky. The only thing cat-like about me would have to be my trained posture and eyeliner” You chuckled, matter-of-factly. You worked as a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant and you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised.

“Hmm, pretty and humble” the blonde muttered. You laughed again “Pretty. Right”. Neither of them said anything. You looked at the two men, closely. Where did you recognize them? Why did they look so familiar? There was silence as you studied their faces. Then it struck you. Your eyes went wide and you took a sharp inhale “You’re Eraserhead” you looked over at him, and then turned to the blonde “And you’re Present Mic”. Both men grinned at the recognition, “In the flesh sunshine”. You turned and stared at your drink, feeling your face get warm. You were extremely socially awkward and hated confrontation, even if it were friendly, so you did the only thing that could save you and excused yourself to the ladies’ room.

Once the door closed behind you you let out a shaky breath and leaned over the sink, staring at your reflection in the mirror. What the hell were they doing talking to you? Or even looking at you? You backed up, deciding to fix yourself. You pulled your skirt down a little further over your thighs, tugged your thigh-high socks a little higher, and redid your ponytail.Taking a deep breath, you walked back out to the two heroes and sat down, a new glass of whiskey on the bartop in front of you. With slightly shaky hands you grabbed the glass and took a big swig, then glanced between the two men and said “It’s very nice to meet you” Eraserhead chuckled and Mic said “Likewise sweetheart. The name’s Hizashi” “And you can call me Shouta”.

The night went on and the three of you talked for another hour or so. Eventually you glanced at your watch and decided it’s time to go home. “Let us take you home (y/n)” Shouta offered. You declined politely, you couldn’t intrude on them any more than you already had. But they insisted, so you obliged, deciding that walking home in these 4-inch platform boot heels would kill you. Shouta hadn’t had a drink all night so he hopped in the driver’s seat, Hizashi in the passenger and you in the back. You punched your address into the GPS and the car started moving.

“Water?” Hizashi offered, holding a bottle of water over the back of his seat. You took it and thanked him, immediately chugging the whole bottle in one breath. You didn’t notice Shouta watching you, and you didn’t notice the bottle had already been opened and laced with something. Soon your head became heavy, along with your eyelids as you tried to blink away sleep. “You seem tired (y/n), why don’t you take a nap. We’ll wake you up when we get there” You nodded and sprawled across the backseat, settling into a deep sleep, unaware that you were never going to see your bed again.

You woke up sore and stiff, and you stretched out, feeling the soft silky sheets under your body. It took you a moment to realise these weren’t your sheets, and you snapped your eyes open and sat up to an unfamiliar room. “Shit” you cursed under your breath. You strained your memory to see if you’d gone home with anyone the night before, but the last thing you remember was being driven home by two pro heroes and passing out in the backseat of their car. Your head began to swim with possibilities and questions. Where am I? Why am I here? Where were the two heroes? You tried to cross your legs but your left ankle was stopped short. You threw the blanket off and saw a metal cuff and a thick chain holding you in place.

You felt yourself start to panic, but leveled your head and steadied your breathing before you lost control. You willed yourself to relax, and think of ways to get out of this predicament. Today is Saturday. Whoever took me would be here, assuming this room is part of a larger house. You stilled your nerves and gently called out. “H-hello? Is there anyone there?” A few seconds later you hear footsteps, and the door opened. The last thing you expected to see was a handsomely rugged pro hero Shouta Aizawa standing in the doorway. “Morning kitty” he said with a smirk.

You froze in place and blinked at the man. You lost yourself in your head, remembering all the yandere fanfic you read, remembering last night and piecing things together. The bottle of water was already open. To be fair, they are heroes. Letting your guard down was only natural. A hand on your shoulder jolted you back to reality. You stared at Shouta like a deer in headlights. “You okay there?” You blinked back at him, and swallowed down the lump in your throat before saying “Let me guess. This is my new home”. He stared back down at you before chuckling, “Well that’s not the reaction I was expecting. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you?”

He left the room and you got lost in thought again. You knew you shouldn’t be so calm, so willing, so obedient. But you also knew how boring your life had been, how mundane and lonely. You had cut ties with your family a long time ago, and you didn’t have any friends because of your trust issues and antisociality. You knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. To give up control.

And it shone through the more you explored in your late teen years. You found how much you loved the idea of having a dominant person to tell you you were doing good, someone you could trust to guide you. Someone to take over and lead you. The few relationships you had fell through once your partner learned about your preferences. They weren’t willing to put a collar on you, like you were some sort of animal. They never understood the trust and respect that came with the garment.

Maybe this was your chance to have the relationship you’d always yearned for. To be loved for exactly who you are. And you knew it was wrong to want to like your captors, the people who kidnapped you. But in reality what were you going to do? Try to escape and risk injuring yourself? Or worse, risk getting caught and be punished for it? There were no realistic scenarios where you got out of here and escape from them completely. If they were the yandere types you thought them to be, you knew it was pointless to struggle.

Shouta came back and broke you out of your thoughts with a tray of pancakes, fruit, and a glass of orange juice. You shifted so you were sitting against the headboard and he placed the tray on your lap. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ and began to eat, only now realizing how hungry you were. About halfway through the meal he spoke. “You know, you’re taking this really well.” You finished the food in your mouth and looked at him “Well there’s no use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out” you said, motioning to the chain and cuff around your ankle. “You’re not wrong,” he said back, and left you to finish breakfast.

He came back ten minutes later, took the tray, and returned with a key, handcuffs, and a blindfold. “I’m sure you need to use the bathroom” you nodded, acknowledging the pressure on your bladder “These are just a precaution” he said as he locked the cuffs around your wrists and tied the blindfold around your head. You felt the cuff on your ankle fall off and Shouta’s arms under your knees and back as he lifted you off the bed and carried you to where you assumed the bathroom was. Once inside, he put you down and took the blindfold and cuffs off. He stepped outside and locked the door and said “I’ll be waiting out here. Once you’re done knock on the door and I’ll take you back to the bed”. You nodded, and did just that. Back on the bed, he locked the cuff around your ankle and stood to leave before you stopped him.

“H-hey, S-shouta?” he turned around and quirked an eyebrow, “Can I…draw?” You had no idea if he’d let you have anything, but you had to try. If you were going to be stuck in here you needed a way to keep yourself occupied. He hummed and left the room, returning with a sketch pad, a pencil, and an eraser. Once he left you began sketching away, deciding koi fish were to be the subjects of your creativity.

Days went by, being served three meals a day by either Shouta or Hizashi. Eventually, they began to question why you were so obedient and calm about the whole situation. They began to think you were just trying to get them to let their guard down, and give you a chance to escape. You always answered their questions truthfully. “I don’t mind it here. My life had always been uneventful so the change is mildly appreciated. And you treat me well, so I can say I’m at least a little happy”. They weren’t anything like you expected. They weren’t overly protective or controlling, never posed any kind of threat. Never tried to convince you of anything, not that they had to.

After about a week, they took the cuff off your ankle and stored it away. “You can roam the house freely” Shouta said, holding his hand out to you. Gingerly you took his hand, slowly standing from the bed. Your legs shook a little, but Shouta held you so you could stretch them out and get comfortable walking again. He walked out, motioning for you to follow. You ended up in the dining room, sitting at the table. With Shouta sitting next to you, you assumed Hizashi was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

“So (y/n), what have you been drawing?”. The question caught you off guard, but you answered “Koi fish”. “Ah, any particular reason why?”. You thought to yourself for a moment, and answered “Well they’re gorgeous creatures, elegant, sleek, graceful. I’ve always loved drawing koi”. He hummed, seemingly pleased with your answer. You then started to ramble a bit about how koi reminded you of dragons for some reason, and how beautiful you thought dragons were.

Soon dinner was served and Hizashi was caught up in the conversation. After dinner you all went to watch movies in the living room, and you dozed off between the two men, relishing in the warmth their bodies radiated. Shouta carried you to the bed and laid you down to sleep, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. He stood there, admiring you for a few minutes before leaving to join Hizashi in their room.

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After a couple months living with the two men, thoughts began to swirl around in your brain. Caring thoughts. And needy, dirty thoughts. You’d push them away as quickly as they came because you knew what was happening. You read about Stockholm syndrome many times, and you tried desperately to remind yourself that liking them was wrong. But you were in far too deep. Eventually the part of you that tried to fight it lost miserably and you stopped pushing those thoughts away, because despite the kidnapping, they were nothing but good to you.

The days they’d both have to leave for their hero duties were the days you’d begin to realize you missed them. You dug through their closet and began to wear one or the other’s t-shirts around the house. Eventually it became normal. You’d always wear their clothes, whether they were home or not, and they didn’t seem to mind. You got closer to them, getting more cuddly and affectionate, giving and receiving more kisses. Soon you were all sleeping together, and life began to feel strangely normal. But the realization of how sexually frustrated you were drove you mad.

You wanted to feel their hands on you, touching you, caressing you, making you feel good. You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed them. But you had some pride, so you just left hints. You dressed lighter, showing more skin. Not wearing any shorts with their t-shirts, letting the collars drop and expose your shoulders. You could see them looking. Their glances made you ache, you wanted them so bad. But they weren’t budging. So you gave in and tossed your pride aside.

One day after they came home from patrol and dinner was finished, you quickly washed the dishes and tugged them over to the living room couch and sat down on the coffee table, facing them. Their confused expressions only grew more confused when your face burned red. What you were about to ask them embarrassed you to no end, but you had to do it or you’d go insane.

You took a deep breath, looked up at them, and began quietly. “S-so, um, I really like it here, and…and I appreciate everything you two have done for me…” you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, “a-and I know you’ve given me everything I asked-” you were abruptly cut off by Shouta saying “No, (y/n), you can’t go outside”. The statement threw you off, and you quickly rambled “N-no, no! That’s not…I wasn’t asking to leave! I love it here and I love just being with you two and doing whatever…but it’s not what we do…it’s what we…don’t do…that’s bothering me…just a little bit…”

Shouta’s stern expression turned soft, then after a few moments a knowing smirk tugged at his lips. Hizashi still looked as confused as before the conversation and said “Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. There’s a lot of things we don’t do”. Shouta spoke up “‘Zashi, hold on”. Hizashi quieted and shrugged. Shouta looked at you with narrow eyes and a knowing smirk. “Come here kitty” he said and pat his leg. The name sent shivers down your spine. You bit your lip, got up and straddled his lap. He tucked his finger under your chin and pulled so you were looking him in the eyes “I think our kitty cat’s getting a little needy, ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right kitty?”. Your face burned fiercely, and you bit your lip harder and gave a small nod.

Shouta dropped his hand and grabbed your waist, lifting you off his lap and onto Hizashi as he stood up to get something. You closed your eyes and let out a small squeak from the sudden movement. You opened your eyes to Hizashi’s wide grin. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaned forward and slotted his lips against yours, giving you a soft affectionate kiss. You melted into his arms, letting a haze drift into your mind. Shouta came back holding something, but you couldn’t quite see it in his hand. You looked back up at his face, and he looked at Hizashi. The two shared a look and you couldn’t quite place their expressions.

Shouta sat down, and began gently rubbing your arm. He seemed to be trying to figure out how to say something, but he decided actions were better than words. He took a small breath and held up what he’d been holding. And it made your breath hitch in your throat. You realized in that moment that they had been watching you a lot more than just at the bar. They knew about your relationship issues, your preferences, they knew everything.

It was a collar. And it was beautiful. One half was black leather, studded with yellow gems, the other half yellow with black gems, and the center had a silver loop with a little bell. You reached out and touched it, letting your fingers trace over the gems. You look up at Shouta and the question leaves your lips before you can think. “Is it for me?” he nods, and it made tears prick the corners of your eyes. He knew what you wanted. They both did. He gives a sweet smile and moves behind you, looping it around your neck. You hold your hair up, and wait for the sound.

Click

It locks, and you shudder, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Shouta tilts your head and kisses you, soft and deep. He loops a finger through the collar and gently tugs, and you let out a mewl, letting him dip his tongue past your lips. A haze drifts over your mind in a thick blanket, and you melt into the kiss. He pulls away, and you look up at him with lust-blown eyes, then look at Hizashi who leans over and kisses your cheek.

Hizashi picks you up and places you on the floor and the two stand up, Shouta loops a finger in your collar and tugs, and the two lead you over to the bedroom. Hizashi begins to undress first, and Shouta pulls you into another heated kiss. This time a little more rough, a little more passionate, his tongue gliding over yours. He bites your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan. Hizashi, now completely naked, sits on the edge of the bed and calls out to you “Come over here baby”. You pull away from Shouta and walk over to the blonde. He motions for you to turn around, and he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap.

He pulls off the shirt you’re wearing, groaning after seeing you had no bra on. He pulls you by your arms, pressing your back against his chest, and peppers kisses along your neck and shoulders. You mewl softly, shuddering from the sensation. You didn’t know kisses could feel so good. Shouta comes over and starts to massage your breasts, kneading them with his palms and grazing over the sensitive buds. Hizashi brings his hands to your stomach and gently caresses and grabs at the soft flesh, squishing and kneading the fat gathered there.

You whine from the contact, and feeling extremely self-conscious you grab his arms and try to pull him away. He shushes you and whispers in your ear “It’s okay, baby, let me feel you. You’re so beautiful”. He nips at your ear and kisses your neck. You let your arms relax and drop to your sides, letting the blonde explore your body the way he wants. Shouta kneels in front of you and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling. He grabs your thighs and pulls your legs apart, squeezing the fat there.

As the two squeeze and grope every part of you that you never liked, you can’t help but feel exposed and slightly uncomfortable. You whimper softly, tears beginning to sting your eyes as you take shaky breaths to still yourself. Hizashi turns your head and kisses away the tears as they fall, and Shouta leans up and kisses your belly and thighs. “Shhh kitty, let us love you. Let us love all of you, kitty cat. You’re so pretty…such a pretty little kitty~”.

You relax further, and you realize these two beautiful men are worshipping your body like you’re a goddess. You’re far from being comfortable in your skin, but the initial fear is gone, and your body relaxes as they continue their ministrations. “Good girl kitty. Good girl” Shouta whispers as he kisses and nips at your thighs. “Open your legs for us baby” Hizashi dips his fingers down and teases your dripping core, slipping up and down your folds as Shouta pulls your panties down and off your legs. You buck your hips up, begging for more friction. He dips two fingers into your core and a soft moan escapes your lips.

He reaches his thumb up to rub tight circles over your clit, and you mewl at the sensation, rocking your hips into his hand. Shouta continues focusing on your breasts and belly, kneading and kissing and licking. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot and rubbing your clit faster. The knot snaps and you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking, you throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high.

After your release you relax back down, breathing hard. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy. “You ready kitty?” He asks, and you look up at him through your lashes and nod. He tugs at your collar “Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?”. Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without thinking “Yes Daddy”. Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath. He thrusts his hips forward and bottoms out in one movement. You gasp, the stretch around his thick length was almost enough to make you cum a second time.

Shouta stills to let you adjust and leans down to kiss the bruises on your neck from Hizashi. “I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of your core. Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock deep into your pussy, walls clenching around him. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth. Your tongue slides over his fingers, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling out and Hizashi removing his hand from your mound and you whine at the emptiness, your pussy clenching around nothing. Shouta moves to sit and pulls you onto his lap, pressing your chests together, and Hizashi sits up behind you, pressing against your back. “On your knees baby girl, hold yourself up” Hizashi says into your neck.

You oblige, holding yourself up as the two men line themselves up with your dripping core. Once they’re ready, They grab your hips and pull you onto them, both of their hard cocks slipping into your pussy. You throw your head back against Hizashi’s shoulder, nearly screaming from the stretch. Your nails dig into Shouta’s back as they bottom out. They still their movements, all three of you panting hard. Despite the lack of movement, you mewl and whimper, your walls clenching and stretching to accommodate the both of them.

You relax slightly, feeling fuller than you’ve ever been before, and they immediately start to move. They pull out until just the tips are still in, and slam you down onto them, setting a brutal pace. You scream from the pleasure, clawing at the muscles in Shouta’s back. Hizashi reaches around to rub your clit and it shoves you over the edge and has you cumming around them, your essence dripping down your thighs and their cocks. They keep slamming back into you, your pussy clenching around them. They slow their pace ever so slightly, feeling their own release building. Hizashi keeps rubbing tight circles around your clit “Do you have one more for us baby? Cum one more time”.

You whine from the overstimulation, feeling every vein as they pump themselves in and out of your core. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach. Shouta leans down and bites down hard on the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, just under the collar, and it pulls you over, crying out as your pussy clamps down hard. Their hips stutter, and they pick up the pace, chasing their own release as you ride out your high. They thrust two more times and they’re both shooting hot ropes of cum into you, filling you to the brim.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments, they pull out together, the movement making you moan and shake. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom. Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he takes off your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back down to earth.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, squeezing it appreciatively. They both muttered soft ‘good girl’s and ‘good kitty’s in you ears. You felt secure with them, the hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off. He takes you from Shouta and dries you off with a towel and loops your collar back around your neck. “Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us”. Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, and as you fall asleep you mumble a soft “I love you both” into Hizashi’s chest, and Shouta whispers into your ear “We love you too kitty cat.”

#yandere bnha #erasermic x reader #yandere erasermic #stockholm syndrome #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #yamada hizashi x reader #hizashi x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere yamada hizashi #erasermic

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I love you (not) - Chapter 4

Slightly late for @marichatmay day 4, yesterday was kind of a long day and this chapter just kept getting longer. Oops. Ft. real cats, and a nod to Star Wars day (belated May the Fourth be with you). Enjoy!

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Chapter 4: In which the flirting continues and an attempt to break up is thwarted. Again.

Marinette almost turned around the moment she saw Chat Noir standing next to the café, looking at the cats on the other side of the window.

Well, had it just been her partner, she would have walked straight up to him without a second thought, and diligently sat through their date, only to apologise at the end of it, saying that she’d fallen in love with an image, and that she didn’t think they belonged together.

What (for ‘who’ was a little presumptuous a pronoun) stood in front of her was a figure in a cardboard rendering of Chat Noir’s suit, complete with paper bell, tail, and cardboard baton. She would have forgiven its use as a disguise, even though the details kind of defeated the purpose, had the reflection of the headpiece’s eye hole not revealed that he was actually transformed underneath.

Nope , she thought at the sight. Can’t do this, nope, nope, nop-

“Marinette!” Chat Noir spotted her just as she was about to leave, and started enthusiastically waving at her.

She plastered a smile on her face, and clutched her purse as she made her way towards him. Kwami, give me strength . She wondered if ridicule was a good enough excuse to break up with someone. It wasn’t very nice, but she was getting desperate for an excuse.

“Cardboard Noir, I presume?” Her voice had an exasperated edge to it, which Chat didn’t pick up on.

“The one and only!” He twirled around to give her the full 360° view of the costume. She could tell that he was grinning under the helmet.

“To what do I owe the… pleasure?”

“Anonymity, obviously.” He rolled his eyes. “Wouldn’t want this date to finish in the tabloids, am I right?”

Sure, because somebody in a piece of cardboard is so much more inconspicuous than somebody who might be wearing a Chat Noir cosplay in a cat café , she rolled her eyes as she saw people passing by and doing double takes as they walked past him, but kept her point to herself.

“How... thoughtful of you.” She smiled slightly tensely.

“Isn’t it?” Chat Noir extended his kraft paper-covered arm and she took it awkwardly for the couple of steps that separated them from the café’s door.

Chat hurried forward to open the door for her. “After you, my… Princess.” He bowed.

She bit back a smug smile as the bells jingled above her head. The nickname "my Lady" would totally have been justified in this situation, yet he’d refrained from using it. She deduced that it must be too attached to Ladybug; maybe there was hope that he still had a crush on her alter ego. She could work with that.

She walked into the shop, and almost tripped on an orange tabby cat who’d apparently been making the most of the sunspot on the other side of the door. It looked up at her indignantly even as she petted him to apologise, but didn’t move.

Behind her, a grey sphynx tried to make a run for it, but Chat picked it up and closed the door before he could cross the threshold.

“Hi there! Welcome to the C afé des Chats . How can I help you today?” A woman emerged from the back room, wiping her hands on her cat-themed apron. Her name, Cathy, was embroidered on it.

“Hello! Could we get a table for two, please?” Marinette smiled.

“Of course! Pick a spot!”

Marinette looked around the room. Apart from a small group of friends sitting near the window, and who were too engrossed in laughing and taking pictures of the cats to acknowledge their presence, all the seats were empty.

“How about that table over there?” Chat leaned towards her ear and pointed towards a cozy booth at the back of the room. She jumped slightly at the sudden proximity. He didn’t notice, as the cat in his arms started meowing, and Cathy came out from behind the counter to take it in her arms.

“Oh, let me take Yoda off your hands. Did he try running away again?” She cradled him, the cat purring as she did.

“Yes, I feel like he might take after his namesake and like the outdoors more.” Chat joked.

“Maybe I should have picked another name for him, then. It would save me a lot of time looking for him around the neighborhood.” Cathy laughed. “I’ll let you two get installed, I’ll be right with you.”

The pair made their way towards their table, Chat letting Marinette take the couch while he pulled out the chair facing her. He sat on the very edge of his seat, the cardboard taking up most of the space. They both picked up the menu, and ordered their drinks (and a lightsaber-themed pistachio éclair for Chat), when Cathy came around.

Marinette tapped her fingers together as they waited, trying to find a conversation topic. She decided to acknowledge the smaller elephant in the room.

“You know, I think we’re okay now, you can take off your costume.” Marinette pointed out. He looked like he could fall off his chair at any moment.

“Are you ashamed of me?” His hand flew to his chest, almost knocking his paper bell off.

“Me? Never!” she scoffed.

“Good, because this isn’t coming off anytime soon.” Chat Noir crossed his arms over his chest. She could tell he was smirking under his headpiece.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that…” It was Marinette’s turn to smirk, as Cathy arrived and put down two cups of hot chocolate, and Chat’s pâtisserie, in front of them.

“Is that a challenge?” Chat’s eyebrow shot up, and he turned towards Cathy. “Excuse me, Ma’am, would you happen to have a straw I could use?”

The lady blinked at him a couple of times, perplexed, before realising he was serious. “I probably do, let me go check in the pantry.”

“You’re not seriously doing this.” Marinette facepalmed.

“I’m just showing the one thing you should know about me if you want to date me; I don’t back down from challenges.” He thanked Cathy, who’d returned, and started poking a hole in his headset.

Trust me, I know that , Marinette sighed. “I take it back. It’s not a challenge. Just take your… mask off, and enjoy your order. Please?”

Chat Noir squinted at her suspiciously. “You pawmise that you’re fine with this?”

“Absolutely. I just want you to be more comfortable.”

“Fine.” He took off his headpiece, making his hair stick up from static electricity.

Marinette stifled a giggle.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she cleared her throat, pulled her phone out and snapped a picture, before showing the screen to him. “I just like what you did to your hair.”

“Ah, yes. Beautiful,” her partner laughed. “I wonder what Gabriel Agreste would think about it.”

“I actually think he’d love it. It kind of looks like his haircut.” Marinette snorted.

“Yeah, that won’t do.” Some colour drained from his cheeks as he shook his head and tried to flatten his hair. The real bell under his costume jingled as he did so.

Marinette was about to ask why he seemed so upset about the comparison when a black cat jumped up on their table, looking at Chat’s éclair with interest.

“Hey, Chat Noir? Looks like you have some competition for your tea…” She took a sip of her hot chocolate and sighed happily as the rich aroma hit her taste buds.

“What?” He stopped wiggling around, his hair having regained its normal appearance. “Oh. No, no, kitty, this isn’t for you.” He slid the plate away from it. The cat tilted its head and meowed. “Being all cute won’t work on me, I’m cuter. Meow .”

“Hmm, I’m not sure about that.” Marinette stroked the cat’s head, making it walk towards her and purr. “This one is pretty adorable. Pincushion,” she read off its tag. “How original.”

“You’re not even saying it’s a claw-se call? You wound me, Marinette.” Chat gasped, before taking a bite of his éclair. “You know, I’m not sure I could be with someone who doesn’t think I’m cute.”

Marinette rolled her eyes affectionately. “Kitty, I think you know very well what I think,” she replied, putting a hand over his on the table. He gulped down the rest of his éclair, and stared into her eyes.

Pincushion meowed again after what she knew was too long for friends to gaze at each other, and Marinette jolted, feeling herself blush. Why had she done that? She should have just gone with it, it would have made everything easier. You know, Chat Noir, I definitely don’t think you’re cute. Let’s get the bill and be on our way…

Chat Noir cleared his throat, and waved towards Cathy. “Well, this was nice, but it’s getting a little late, isn’t it? Could I have the bill, please?”

“Yes, you’re right, we should probably get going… Wait a second, what do you mean could I have the bill? We’re splitting this.”

“No we’re not. I ordered the most.” Chat shot her a pointed look.

“Fine, then let me pay for my own drink, then.”

“Meow way! I invited you! I meant it when I said my treat!”

“Yes, but…” Marinette scrambled for an excuse, cursing her brain which had decided to notice that Chat’s cheeks seemed quite pink, and that she thought it looked good on him, especially combined to his slightly dishevelled hair.

“I’ll tell you what; if you really think I don’t owe you anything, then just consider this an advance for my birthday. You can pay me back in macarons.” Chat’s eyes lit up hungrily as he interrupted her.

“Your birthday?” Marinette tilted her head quizzically. “Is that soon?”

Chat froze in his seat. Ladybug had warned him about this. They weren’t supposed to share anything about their personal lives, with anyone. Just in case it landed in the wrong ears.

Besides, his birthday wasn’t until September. Which, since he’d invited her on this date, she could interpret as him thinking their relationship would last that long. Which he really hoped it wouldn’t (the romantic one, that is - he still wanted to be friends with Marinette behind the mask).

“Erm, yeah, it’s… Next week?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. That seemed alright in terms of timeline.

“So soon…” Marinette trailed off, looking at the empty cup before her. Her partner’s birthday seemed like something she should know, yet as much as she raked her brain, she couldn’t recall a single conversation they’d had on the topic. “Does Ladybug know?”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want her to make a fuss.” He waved her concern away, and swiftly stole the credit card machine from Cathy as she returned with it. He tapped his card on it, looking Marinette straight in the eye as he did.

“Chat Noir!” She cried out indignantly. She’d been too engrossed in the consideration that she couldn’t decently break up with him now when his birthday was just around the corner, to anticipate his next move.

“Sorry, Princess.” He smiled smugly as he thanked the café owner and took his receipt. “In my defence, it makes me feel better about eating so much when I came over to your place for lunch, when I’d only brought a flower as a present.”

Marinette held his gaze for a bit, and, seeing his earnestness, she sighed. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, and then turned towards Cathy, who was awkwardly shuffling next to their table.

“Is everything alright, Ma’am?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to intrude, but… are you really Chat Noir?” She asked hopefully.

“See, the costume is inconspicuous!” Chat Noir exclaimed, sticking his tongue out at Marinette. “I mean, yes, I am.”

“I’d totally understand if you said no, but would you mind taking a picture with some of the cats? I’m happy to keep it to myself, and not put it up with the other cat pictures if you’d prefer, it’s just that I’m such a huge fan…”

“I’d love to!” Chat Noir jumped to his feet and started peeling his disguise off. “Would it be okay if my… Marinette was in the picture with me?” He winced at the formulation of his question. He wasn’t sure if it was worse than if he’d called her his girlfriend.

“Yes, of course! Here, let me grab Yoda, and maybe Pincushion and…”

Marinette didn’t have time to explore the warm feeling Chat calling her “his” Marinette, in a very excited and pure way, had elicited in her chest, as Cathy shoved a cat in her arms and pushed Chat next to her on the couch. She grinned for the photographer, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Purr-fect!” Chat beamed as Cathy showed them the picture.

She melted a little at how happy he looked, chatting away to figure out a way to get a copy of the picture. I can’t hurt him, not now , she thought as she nodded along and gave her number to Cathy so she could send her the shot.

What she could do, though, was try to figure out a birthday present for him. Something useful, that he’d be able to keep when she broke up with him after they broke up, probably a week after she gave it to him.

She thought about it all the way Home.

#yoda is actually a real cat from a parisian cat café #he was cute #marichat may 2021 #marichat may #miraculous ladybug #the miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #ml #miraculous fanfiction #miraculous fanfic #marichat #marinette dupain-cheng #chat noir #day 4: café #elle writes #love you (not)

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riotfuckery · 4 years

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The fine line

Bakugo Katuski x lionshifter!F!Reader

A/N: Hello beautiful readers!!! Back again with a kinda shitty Bakugo x reader! Characters are 18+!! I have no idea how to write him so this is my first attempt. It’s kinda smutty but nothing too crazy. Just sexy descriptions and another badly described make out. PM me if you wanna be tagged in any of my stuff! Enjoy darlings! 🥰

Taglist: @queensynderella @trafalgar-temptress @birds-have-teeth @kingtamakimurder @thedreadthread

Warnings: sexy descriptions, implied sexy time, a badly described make out, getting called kitty, and calling Bakugo sexy and sinful

Thank you for all the love and support senpais💖💖

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Blood boiled in your bodies as Bakugo panted on top of you. Both your wrists tightly held in one of his large hands as he pinned them to the ground. His mouth watering smell of smoky burnt caramel filled your senses as your own breathing became heavy.

Red eyes glared into yours menacingly, the feral smirk widening on his face as he leaned closer. He was silently challenging you, daring you to do something while you were in such a helpless position. The fire in your belly threatening to burn you alive as the blush on your face betrayed you, growling at him.

“Win goes to Bakugo. Next pair step up.” Aizawa’s tired voice called out from the edge of the ring.

Sparring. The one thing you can’t beat Bakugo Katsuki in. It frustrated you to no end, you were good at hand to hand combat, even beating Izuku and Shoto a few lucky times. But you could never beat him.

Everything about ‘Lord Explosion Murder’ pissed you off. The awful comments he made, the god complex he had, how he was always yelling, but the thing you hated the most about him was how fucking sexy he was.

Piercing crimson eyes on his handsome face paired with a body carved out of marble made by god herself drove you insane. The cherry on top of this sundae being the way he smelled. He smelled sweet, smoky, and sinfully delicious. It never failed to set a sweet fire in your gut while your blood boiled.

He moved off you and joined the bakusquad while you sat up and rubbed your sore wrists. You were still panting, the long sparring set you just had made you tired. Trying every move in the book, you placed your concentration into finding a way to throw him off. You couldn’t.

“Y-you did great out there (y/n)-chan!” Izuku’s sweet voice grabbed your attention, breaking out of your oncoming rage and frustration. He stood in front of you shyly with his hand out.

“Thanks Izu, I really appreciate it.” You smiled softly at him, grabbing his hand to help you stand up and continuing to hold it for a moment. Freckled cheeks turned pink at your pet name and the skin to skin contact. You gave his hand a quick squeeze before letting go and joining your friends with Izuku right at your side.

You both joined Shoto, Ochacko, and Tenya aka the dekusquad. You were friendly with everyone but you found your home in the dekusquad. They were kind, non judgmental, and overall good people.

You were immediately friends with Izuku from day 1. Your quirk wasn’t special but the species you shifted into was. The queen of the jungle, none other than a lioness. You had different forms, ranging from lion-girl to full blown big cat.

You were a force to be reckoned with. Armed with powerful muscles, excellent hunting skills, sharp eyes, sharp canines, an instinct to protect, and even sharper claws; you aimed to be hero. The skills and instincts you had earned you a spot in the top hero class of UA.

Izuku was your favorite and despite how powerful he was, you couldn’t help but dote on him. Large green eyes and chubby freckled cheeks awoken the lioness in you. You saw him as the the baby, even though he was taller than you.

Gently purring to him and running your fingers through his green curls were your favorite things to do in your spare time. Another reason you hated Bakugo, he hated on Izuku for no reason.

Verbal fights with Bakugo were a daily thing, continuing well into your 3rd year. Screaming and swearing at each other about the other persons attitude was just another part of your routine. You couldn’t stand the way he insulted your poor green bean.

“STUPID DEKU, I’M GONNA BE THE NUMBER ONE HERO! A NERD LIKE YOU CAN’T GET TO THE TOP NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY!” Bakugo’s rough voice insulted Izuku in the classroom.

Your golden lion ears twitched at the loud volume and irritation. Rage filling your nervous system as slitted (e/c) eyes med red ones, narrowing at each other. If he wanted a fight, I’ll fuckin give him one.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, BLASTY! WITH A NASTY ATTITUDE LIKE YOURS I DOUBT YOU’LL MAKE TOP 10!” You yelled back.

Standing up, you moved to stand in front of a terrified looking Izuku with claws out and teeth bared. You were willing to throw hands with anyone who would insult your classmates and Izuku was no exception.

Kirishima was already up and at Bakugo’s side, frantically trying to calm him down. Ochacko was doing the same at your side while Tenya was in the middle yelling and chopping away about fighting in the classroom.

“Please (y/n)-Chan! Dont start a fight in the classroom, you don’t want to wake up Aizawa-Sensei do you?” Ochako nervously spit out as she held your arm tightly with pinkies raised. The sound of popping from his one of his palms as the cursed scent of smoky caramel wafted through the room.

Never once breaking eye contact from each other, you decided it wasn’t worth it. With a growl, you retracted your claws and crossed your arms, challenging him to back away with slitted eyes. A rough ‘Tch’ came from Bakugo as he walked away and headed back to his seat, kicking his feet up on the desk like he always does.

Your brow raised for a moment in confusion. ‘How weird, he normally keeps going until we’re nearly throwing punches. Oh well, can’t look a gift horse in the mouth.’ Was the thought running in your head. Brushing it off, you turned towards Izuku to make sure he was okay.

“T-thank you for defending m-me (y/n)-Chan. You really didn’t have to, I’ll beat Kacchan one day fair and square!” He started nervously but ended with determined tone.

You smiled softly and let out a low purr at the greenette. He was so adorable that you couldn’t stop yourself from cooing at him.

“I know Izu, but you don’t have to have to take his bad attitude laying down. You’ll be a great hero one day.” You said as you gave a pat to the wild green curls on his head.

He blushed at the small act of affection, covering his face with his arms as he placed his head down on the desk. A light chuckle escaped you at how shy he was around girls.

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Two weeks passed by since your last fight with Bakugo and it wildly confused you. He didn’t pick on Izuku as much and a quick glare from you shut him up.

‘No fights? No screaming at each other? Why? We’re usually at each other’s throats. Maybe he’s been tired.’ You tried to rationalize to yourself as you sat next to Uraraka at lunch. It’s been quiet on the war with Bakugo, so quiet that it made you suspicious.

Lunch went by normally, making talk of studies and upcoming events with them. Just having a nice time with the dekusquad. Something just kept on bugging you on the inside, making you unable to to fully relax and eat your food.

Wanting to head up to the roof, you bid your goodbyes to everyone early. You needed fresh air to clear your mind. Throwing away your lunch and walking through the quiet halls eased the restlessness. You climbed up the old staircase and opened the creaky door to the roof.

It was empty, thankfully. With a sigh, you propped open the door with your school bag and padded your way to the middle of the roof.

Standing there for a moment, you inhaled the fresh air and relished in the quiet sounds of the city. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and focused.

The faint smell of the city mixed with foresty smelling winds put your unease at rest for now. Ears relaxing at the familiar sounds of cars driving by and students chatting about in different classrooms. You felt peaceful.

You stretched out your muscles, sighing when you heard the pops of your joints. Deciding to take a seat, you gently placed yourself down and bathed in the sun. It wasn’t too hot today and the light breeze kept it cool.

Quietly bathing in the sun, you were thankful for this peace. You knew you had 10 mins before the bell rang to go to class so you relaxed in the few minutes you had.

Unfortunately, peace never lasts. Loud and heavy footsteps came from the stairway, pulling you out of your little zen bubble. Those steps only met one person and it was the last one you wanted to be alone with right now. With a groan, you pulled yourself up and stood facing the doorway with crossed arms.

The door was roughly kicked open, causing the rusty hinges to squeak loudly. Golden ears twitched in response as slitted (e/c) eyes met red ones once again. ‘OF COURSE BAKUGO HAD TO DISTURB MY PEACE! WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE HIM!’ You screamed in your head while maintaining a poker face.

“Hey, you dumb cat. I gotta talk to you.” His rough voice called out. A last ditch effort to confess his feelings for you after a lot of convincing from the bakusquad.

You rolled your catlike eyes. ‘Dumb cat, that stupid nickname. I guess it could be worse’ you internally shrugged.

“Okay, and what do you need to say?” You quipped back, already fed up with this conversation.

“Tch! I like you, you dumb cat.” He mumbled, gritting his teeth and looking away with his hair covering his eyes. You spotted pink scratching at his cheeks.

Your brain crashed like an old computer. Standing here for a moment, you looked at him shocked.

‘Bakugo fucking Katsuki LIKES ME?!?!?!? WHAT? WHEN? WHY?! HUH?!?!’ Questions were flying through your head faster than the speed of light. All in a failed attempt to figure something, anything about this situation.

“HUH?!” You screamed out, it was all you can manage to get out with this newfound information.

“Do you need me to say it again, you stupid cat?!” He yelled out, cheeks now bright pink and body language screaming that he was clearly embarrassed.

“No Bakugo, I heard you just fine-“ you started, all the questions you had loading up like a bullets in a magazine.

“Katsuki” he interrupted.

Too frazzled to question it, you just kept going. “Uh- okay, Katsuki. I heard you just fine. But WHEN? WHERE? HOW? WHY?!?! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??? I THOUGHT WE HATED EACH OTHER?!” You yelled, still overwhelmed and clearly confused.

In your confused daze, he managed to strut his way right in front of you. Now face to face with with him made you even more confused. He brought his hand to your face and placed two fingers under your chin, tilting your head up and making you look at him. You stopped mid sentence, surprised by his bold move.

“I like you, dumb cat, because you’re strong. You don’t back down from a fight, you don’t take anyone’s shit, you’re a kickass fighter, and last but not least, you’re one sexy little kitty.” He smirked, his gravelly voice dropping a few octaves.

Dumbfounded and flustered was an UNDERSTATEMENT to how you felt. The sinful smell of smoky caramel once again started to cloud your senses as his burning red eyes gazed at you. A blush erupted on your cheeks at his praises but you held your ground. ‘I guess the line between hate and attraction was finer than I thought.’ You thought before you decided to believe him.

Managing to fight off the haze for a moment longer, you looked up at him. (E/c) eyes searched his own for anything besides the truth. Katsuki was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar.

The haze once again came back as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, caressing it gently and almost protectively. His hand was large and very warm, it made you melt despite the red hot blush on your face.

He leaned in so close your lips were brushing. You flickered your gaze from his eyes to his lips, they looked slightly chapped but plush despite his rough mannerisms and attitude. Oh how you would love to find out if he tasted as good as he smelled.

“Fuck it” you whispered, throwing caution to the wind before gently placing your lips on his. His lips were surprisingly skilled and tasted faintly of caramel. Eyes fluttering closed as the space between your bodies decreased.

The gentle kiss quickly became heated, his tongue prying your soft lips open as his large hands ran down your body and gripped your hips to bring you closer to him.

Tongues wrestled each other as you ran you hands up his clothed torso and made their way into his spiky blonde hair. It was soft, despite the style he sported. You let out a low purr at his actions, rough and incredibly dominant as he explored your cavern.

You gave it his hair a light tug to test the waters, earning you a low growl from him. You pulled away for much needed oxygen, now both of you panting and wildly blushing.

“So the great ‘Lord Explosion Murder’ couldn’t handle his feelings so he had to go picking fights with the girl he likes for attention huh?” You teased with a cocky smirk that rivals his.

“Shut up” he growled as he grit is teeth and looked to the side in sad attempt to cover up his embarrassment.

You slid your finger to his cheek and pushed his face till he was facing you once again. The smug smile on your face still plastered on there as you leaned closer to him.

“Why don’t you make me, Katsuki~” you purred, sharp teeth glinting in the light and a teasing playful smile on your face.

Another growl came in response as he crashed his lips against yours in a frenzied hungry kiss. Needless to say, you both didn’t make it to class on time.

BONUS: Aftermath

Various chatter from male students rang about the boys lockeroom as they switched from costumes to uniforms.

As Katsuki pulled his shirt off, long red and almost painful looking scratches were sitting on his muscular back.

“Woah! Bakubro! What happened to you?” The red puppy known as Kirishima asks concerned. Bless him for being so innocent.

“Just ran into a dumb cat, shitty hair. Don’t worry about it.” He spoke nonchalantly, well as nonchalant as he could get.

No one spotted the ever so victorious smirk on his face as he pulled his uniform shirt on.

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki #kinda smutty???#bhna fanfiction #bhna imagine #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #im new to writing this boy so plz be kind #katsuki bakugo smut

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ahsokadrabbles · 4 years

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𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 [dan torrance x reader]

request: First off I love your writing and hope you're doing well :) I was wondering if you could do a Dan Torrance x reader(f) where his shine is drawn to her for some reason-u can pick why- and how they connect through that. Like maybe he could talk to her in her thoughts and what their dynamic would be like together. Thank u! Hope it's not too complicated. -i had a lot of fun writing this request, thank you anon! <3

warnings: age gaps and lots of fluff!!

word count: 2,091

Dan Torrance was passionate about his job at the local retirement home. It was there that he discovered he enjoyed helping people. It also gave him a way to use his shine for good and because of that, he earned the nickname Doctor Sleep from the patients. For the first time in a while, Dan felt purpose, he felt needed. He didn't think anything could make his job better, but that was before you showed up to be the new receptionist. You were one of the youngest employees and had just graduated high school. You were sweet and polite and maybe one of the most beautiful girls Dan had ever seen, but he couldn't say a word to you. He knew that you were all too young for him and worried that you'd turn your nose up at him if he even said a word to you. But what if he could speak to you without showing his face? Dan tried to use his shine at a minimum, but this situation seemed like an exception.

Dan peered around the corner and into the main entryway where you sat at your desk with Azzie the cat in your lap, peacefully stroking his white fur. It was a slow day at the home with very few visitors so you figured it called for a break. "Who's a good kitty?" You cooed, throwing the cat over your shoulder like a rag doll. Azzie caught a glimpse of Dan in the doorway and skirted off to your dismay. Dan slunk around the corner as he quietly cursed the cat for nearly blowing his cover. He realized that it was now or never, he had to say something. He swallowed hard and then deeply concentrated, letting himself enter your mind. "Hey," You lifted up your head, expecting to see a guest at the door, but no one was there. "Hello?" You called out, scanning the space around you. "Please don't freak out-" The same voice said, causing you to now stand up from your seat. "What the hell?" "My name is, Dan. You don't really know me, but-" "Where are you exactly?" You questioned, stood in the middle of the room as stumped as could be. "In your head I guess?" Dan poorly explained. "I'm losing it aren't I?" "You're not crazy, I promise." You pinched yourself, feeling as if you were trapped in some weird dream, but you could still feel the sting of pain. "If you're in my head, can you see my memories?" You tested. "If I tried, yeah." "Say something no one would know about me."

Dan obliged and began his trek down the long hallway of your mind. The last time he had done this was long ago, but he found it funny how everyone's mind looked so different. Your mind was a massive library with towering shelves made of polished oak, your memories were written in leather-bound diaries that smelt like dust with a hint of your perfume. Dan picked up one of the diaries and flipped the pages in search of your most specific memory. "In middle school, everyone made fun of you for still having stuffed animals at the foot of your bed. It hurt you a lot, but you couldn't bear to get rid of them and you still have them now." You swallowed the golf ball-sized lump in your throat as you anxiously twiddled your fingers. "Where did I start to hide them when my friends came over?" You asked. Dan was quiet for a moment as he scanned the cream-colored page for an answer. "You pulled back the paneling in your closet and shoved them back there." He replied. "Your mom pitched a fit when she found out that you had torn up your closet, but when she discovered why she felt sorry for you."

You used the heel of your hand to wipe a stray tear as you let out a dry laugh. You hadn't thought about that in so long. You could picture your stuffed animals at the foot of your bed back in your apartment, you really did still have them. "How can you do this?" You puzzled, sitting back down in your chair. "I always called it the shining. It's like being a psychic." "Are you a ghost?" You innocently asked, earning a chuckle from Dan. "Not since the last time I checked." He wittily replied. "Can you see me?" You further questioned. Dan paused and carefully thought out his next move. You didn't know who he was so technically he could say whatever he wanted. "I see a very beautiful girl behind a desk." You felt your face heat up as you smiled softly down at the floor. You didn't even know who this man was, why was he making you feel this way? "I-I should get back to work." You stammered. "Will you talk to me again sometime? It's nice having some company around here, it gets too quiet." "Of course," Dan replied as he smiled to himself.

After a few months of talking, Dan realized why his shine had been attracted to you in the first place; you were lonely. He could already sense this about you, but he saw the full extent of your loneliness when he caught you crying one night. "You okay?" He asked, in his mind, he was projected at the foot of your bed. "Yeah," You sniffed, aggressively rubbing at your eyes which only smeared your makeup worse. "You don't look fine." "I don't want to talk about it. It's embarrassing." "Y/N, you know you can trust me. My job is to be here for you and I can't do that if you don't tell me what's going on." "I just feel really alone." You simply put it. "All I have is you. Everyone else I've ever known is out doing something with their lives or has just left me behind. This is gonna sound selfish, but nothing feels like enough anymore." "That's not selfish, Y/N. I know how you feel." Dan solemnly replied. Suddenly, a wave of guilt struck him deep. He had been there for you all of this time, but not psychically there. He felt like a coward because he was watching you break down and fall apart when he could probably walk to your apartment and fully be there for you. "What time do you go to work today?" "I almost forgot!" You groaned, turning your head to glance at the alarm clock on your nightstand. "I've got to be ready in an hour. I should really get going." "Alright, have a good day. Don't be afraid to reach out if you need me." Dan added. "Um, before you go-" You quickly said. "I love you." Dan froze in shock at the words that left your mouth. You had said the three words he had been dying to say to you. "I love you too, Y/N."

You had managed to collect yourself after your pity party and successfully made it to work. Your chest was filled with butterflies after the earlier events you had with Dan. You couldn't believe that you had said you loved him. You had never even seen his face before, but your affection for him was growing harder to hold back. Truthfully; you didn't regret a thing. You spent the first few hours of your shift smiling to yourself and organizing paperwork and suddenly you found yourself on cloud nine. He said I love you back! Maybe you weren't so alone after all. While you swooned over your somewhat secret admirer, Dan paced back and forth down the hall with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Earlier that day he had built up the courage to reveal his identity to you, but that courage got watered down with the passing hours. "What do you think I should do, Azzie?" Dan asked, crouching down to rub the head of the cat that had been weaving between his legs. The cat purred in reply and stared up at Dan with striking blue eyes. "I bet you're telling me not to be such a coward, huh?" He chuckled as he came up out of his crouched position. "Let's go woo the girl, kitty."

"How's work?" You heard Dan's voice say. You made note of how he sounded a lot less echoey than he normally did, but you brushed it off and figured that it must've been some sort of telekinetic interference that you wouldn't understand. "It's fine." You sighed. "I'm feeling a lot better after talking to you. You were right about-" You lifted your head to look forward as a man's shadow cast itself across your desk. "Hi! how can I help you?" You kindly asked, admiring the handsome smile on his weathered face. You'd seen him around before and recognized him as one of the nurses. You figured he just needed some paperwork or something like that. "It's a lot easier to talk to you in your head." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Dan?" You nearly choked as you shot up out of your chair. "In the flesh." He grinned. You ran out from behind your desk and wrapped him up in a tight hug that nearly knocked him off his feet. "I can't believe it's you!" You exclaimed as you tucked your head beneath his chin. "You've been here with me all this time?" "Yes, and I wish I could make it all up to you. I feel like I've been playing you." Dan explained as he sunk deep into your touch. He hadn't been hugged in so long, it felt even better than he remembered. "You have nothing to make up for. I just want to know why you kept yourself from me for so long." You said.

You were still holding onto him as if he'd disappear if you let go. He was so warm and soft and he smelt like nice aftershave. "Let's just say I didn't expect this reaction," Dan replied as you slipped out of his arms and sat on the edge of your desk. Once you got situated, you pulled him over by his hands so he was stood in front of you. "I thought I would come off as some creep because I'm so much older than you. The last thing I would want is to scare you away." "Well, you already scared me pretty bad you started talking to me in my head!" You giggled. "Why would I be bothered by the fact that you're older than me?" You knew what point he was trying to get at, but you wanted to hear it come from his own mouth. Dan was furiously blushing at this point as his blue eyes shifted to the linoleum floor beneath him. "Doesn't this drive the point home?" He nervously replied as he held up his bouquet of flowers. "You wanted to give these to me because..?" You drawled out, fighting back your smile. "Because I love you." Dan grinned, setting the flowers down beside your thigh. "I love you too, Danny." You hummed, contently smiling up at him. "Are you free for dinner tonight?" He asked as you held your flowers flush against your chest. "Yes!" You exclaimed as you pulled him into a hug again. "I can't wait!" "Neither can I," Dan replied, hesitantly stroking your face with the back of his hand. "Kiss me?" You softly asked, looking up at him with those sweet, wide eyes. "How could I say no to that?"

You giggled as he pressed his lips against yours and cradled your jaw in his rough hands. You followed suit and wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss came to an end after a loud crash cut through the air and the two of you looked over to see nearly everything pushed off of your desk, including the flowers, with Azzie stood in the middle of it all looking as guilty as ever. "Azzie!" Dan scolded, kneeling down to retrieve your fallen paperwork and flowers. "I think Azzie is telling us to get back to work." You teased, resting your hand on the small of Dan's back. "I can take it from here, you should head back before you get in trouble." "I'll pick you up at six o'clock?" Dan said, looking up at you from the mess on the floor. "Perfect." You answered before placing a kiss on his stubbly cheek.

You found it funny how the person you needed most was just down the hall.

#dan torrance #danny torrance #dan torrance x reader #dan torrance imagines #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor imagine #doctor sleep #doctor sleep imagine

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fanfiction-ahoy · 4 years

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First Kiss

A ROTTMNT Leo x OC blurb

After fighting alongside the turtles and becoming friends with them and April O'Neil, Minji felt like she had people to go to get away from some of her daily stresses. She was wary at first, not sure how she would fit in with their established dynamic. But months passed and it didn't take long to fall in stride with the group's antics.

She got nicknames like "pretty kitty," "foxy momma," and "hot shot" for her hero name (from Mikey), her lineage (via April and Leo), and for her talent (from Raph) respectively.

Hanging out with the turts always brought a smile to her face. Mikey made amazing food and she was always happy to lend a hand in prepping ingredients or taste testing new recipes. Donnie was great to challenge in video games and to discuss big brain topics with when she had the inkling to do so. Raph was the best for cuddles and venting, each other taking turns talking about shared interests to get their minds off the shared fear of letting their family down.

Finally, Leo; Leo was a wild card she'd yet to figure out. Minji knew that he was very fond of cheesy puns and definitely loved magic (she knew he enjoyed the fact that she can juggle balls of fire, at the very least). But what she didn't want to admit was the fact that, after so many one liners and casual touches, she might have grown feelings for the turtle. And she desperately hoped that he couldn't notice.

"What's up, Min?" A turtle greeted, popping into the girl's line of sight. She'd been deep in thought, sitting atop the skate ramp. It was a quiet day in the lair and she had dropped by when everyone was off doing their own things.

"Oh! Uh, hey, Leon," she smiled, waving a hand briefly. "I just came by to wind down after school, that's all."

The boy sat himself next to Minji, leaning back on his hands. Without looking at his friend, he stated, "I know your relatives are in town."

The way he said "relatives" made her shoulders bunch up. When her relatives came by, it was always a big kitsune party. "Who told you?"

"Your cousin sent me a pic of everyone and asked me where you were," he replied casually, shrugging as if it wasn't a big deal. Minji huffed. She knew it was a bad idea to tell anyone in her family about the turtles. But, what else could she have done when they barged into her apartment without warning? At least it was only her cousin that received the heart attack that night.

"Jiyoung shouldn't be dragging you into our crazy family business," Minji mumbled, slumping forward. "It's just that...with so many yokai under one roof, I just feel so awkward! Like, they can all change into foxes and I can't." As weird of a sentence that was, it was a fact she had yet to come to terms with. Her family was special and so was she, but the one thing that brought them together made her feel left out. Hell, she had to use a cloaking broach to make her feel like she was part of the fun family antics.

Leon placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, causing her to glance his way. "Yeah, but can all of them use mystic fire like you can?"

She hesitated. "No..." her cousins couldn't use the fox fire like she could. Even some of her older relatives sometimes struggled with the ancient technique. And she had unlocked this talent when she was a baby!

"Then stop moping about something you can't do and start embracing what you can! You're hot and they're not, Minji," the turtle teen announced, trying to get a laugh out of his friend.

Which it did. "I guess that's true, blue," she grinned, side-eying the boy. "But, I'm still not ready to go home just yet."

He nodded; he knew that hanging with them was a weird sanctuary she and April surprisingly enjoyed. "Wanna go on a walk, then? We can ditch mis hermanos y su familia and explore up top."

Minji suppressed the heat that started crawling up her neck. This wasn't a date, was it? They were just going on another one of their late night strolls. That had to be it, right? "Yeah, sure! I-I'd really like that."

Since he'd gotten up first, Leo offered his hand to pull her up. She'd taken it and once on her feet, got dragged to his room to watch him put on some human clothes. You know, to disguise his whole situation. As soon as he was ready, the two passed through the living room to grab Minji's hoodie before heading out.

Once out of the sewers, the girl took a deep breath and sighed. The air was crisp; a signal that autumn was near. That was probably another reason why the turtle had put on the outfit. Little did she know that he just wanted to feel like a normal teen hanging out with his normal crush.

Yes, Leonardo had realized his feelings for the girl were more than platonic after a couple months of getting to know her. It was a terrifying new experience for him, never really thinking that he'd have a chance at a relationship given that he was a mutant turtle. But, then Minji dropped into his life and he couldn't have asked for more.

Looking down at her, he smiled as she zipped up her tan jacket and pulled the hood over her head. It was big enough to fit him (he knew because he tried it on when asking why she insisted that she liked bigger hoodies to bundle up in) It amazed him just how much humans could vary in shape and size. She was short compared to him and his brothers; even shorter than April! But, that masked her mystic ninja background. Maybe that was what drew him in. The similarities and differences that caused their worlds to intertwine.

As the two walked along the sidewalk, they threw out jokes and talked about their misadventures. Since the streets were empty in the part of the city they chose, Minji conjurred a small blue flame and started flipping it between her fingers like a coin. Leo was amazed at how easy it was for her to use her mystic power. He still struggled with his sword and that was something he'd obtained. It wasn't something he'd inheritted through blood. He thought that made Minji much cooler in his eyes (despite the heat coming from the flames in her hands and in his heart).

There was a late-night cafe open that Leonardo had guided them to. It specialized in fresh baked desserts and milkshakes for those with a sweet tooth and habits of staying up til midnight. When the two entered, the scent of chocolate chip cookies hit them first. After getting a late night snack (and a compliment along the lines of "what a cute couple" from the cafe clerk that sent blushes to both of their cheeks), the pair decided to enjoy the rest of their night on the fire escape outside of Minji's apartment.

She'd grabbed a few pillows and blankets to sit on from her bedroom, the window of which they were situated outside of. Hunkering down, they both sipped on hot chocolate and munched on cookies for a quiet minute.

"Thanks for hanging out with me, Lee," Minji mentioned. She looked at him with a small smile, her cheeks still rosy from the clerk's earlier compliment (he dismissed her blushing, thinking it had to be from the cold and not over him).

"Hey, no problemo, chica," Leo smirked, holding his drink with both hands to keep them warm. "What are friends for?"

"Right; that's what friends are for..." Minji sighed. That comment unintentionally hurt both of them. Neither wanted to remain friends, but they were scared of how changing their dynamic might affect them and everyone around them.

A short silence filled the air, seemingly brought in by a harsh gust of cold air. The two shivered, not expecting a drop in temperature. "Hey, Leo? Do you maybe wanna go inside?"

They'd been sitting across from each other at first. With their knees up to their chests and their feet side-by-side atop of the blankets and pillows from Minji's room. He didn't realize that he was staring until she started to ramble. "We can go inside to get out of the cold and we can get more comfortable. Not that this isn't comfortable, but it is a little chilly. And we don't have to do anything! I know it's my bedroom and i-it's not like I'm expecting anything to happen but-"

Then he started his own clumsy reply, whilst standing up. "Yeah, no, totally! I-I got you; we should go inside and warm up because my feet are freezing."

Gathering up the stuff she'd brought out, making Leo trip by yanking a blanket from under him, they both scuttled through her bedroom window. Turning on a lamp, Leo got to see the simple layout of her space. A queen sized bed took up a corner of the room with a desk in the other. There was a small closet across from the bed, the fox mask he'd seen countless times hanging on the doorknob. The room was befitting of Minji.

"This is really nice, Min," he complimented, turning to look back at his friend. She was taking off her hoodie and shoes, thanking him with a soft smile.

"Will you be okay if I go change real quick? I'll be right back," she questioned, heading to the closet to change.

He replied that, yes he'd be fine, before she scurried inside the smaller space. Sitting on her bed, he tried to calm the fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Leon hadn't spent this much alone time with Minji without an interruption of sorts. Whether it be his brothers poking fun at him or something else. His train of thought was cut off by the girl walking out in an oversized long sleeve shirt, bike shorts, and fuzzy socks. With her hair tied up into a pony tail instead of her signature braid, she looked cute and cozy.

"Oh," Minji said, tilting her head at Leon. "I thought you'd change, too."

The turtle awkwardly looked about himself, quickly trying to come up with an explanation. "Oh! Ah, well, you see I didn't change because when I leave, I'll just have to put it all back on. Yeah, so, why not save myself the trouble, you know?"

"I guess you're not wrong," she agreed. "When are you gonna head out, then? It's getting pretty late and I would hate for Splinter to get mad at us."

He hadn't thought that through yet. Leo wanted to spend more time with his friend, but he also knew curfews were a thing now in the lair. "If you're feeling better, I can go right now," he smiled, gesturing to the window.

"Besides, I need my beauty rest. Do you think I look this good without a full eight hours of sleep?" He joked, striking a pose.

As she walked to her bedside, Minji chuckled, "you look good all the time, blue. I don't think it'd be that hard for you."

The comment caught the boy by surprise, literally throwing him off his game and balance. Did...did she just agree that he's good-looking? Was this an opening for a confession?

"Well, I, uh...thanks?" He recovered, placing a hand on the back of his very hot neck. "You look good, too; in fact, is it hot in here or is it just you?"

Finally sparing him a glance from a short distance away, Minji was doing her best at keeping her composure and firing back her own comments. "It's just me; thanks for noticing because I think I'm on fire," with that, she conjurred blue flames in the palm of her hand.

Breathing a relieved sigh, Leo laughed at her comeback. "If you're on fire, I think I'm at risk of burning up."

"Just don't stand too close then," she replied, putting the fire in her hand out as she sat on the edge of her bed facing the turtle.

"What if that's all I want, though?"

"Well, I-" she paused, watching as the blue banded teen approached her. "W-well-"

Standing over his friend, Leo leaned in close to her face. "Something wrong, Min? Kit got your tongue?"

"More like a turtle, but yes," she whispered, staring back at him. He was so close; close enough to feel his breath on her face. His hands moved from his sides and were placed on either side of her on the bed.

He could do it. He could kiss her right here and tell her all about his feelings. But, dios mio, was he nervous. I mean, she hadn't moved away after his advance, so that had to mean something, right? And she even shot back her own little comebacks! She had to share some of the same feelings, at the very least. Looking down at her lips, then back up, he silently hoped she got the cue.

What surprised him as he leaned in further was the fact that she did, too. Her lips met his briefly, in an awkwardly short first kiss. When they both backed up, Minji's face was bright red and she slapped a hand to her mouth. "I-I'm so sorry! I-"

She didn't get another muffled word out as Leon grabbed her hand away from her face and stole a second kiss. This one was more refined, as her other hand moved to his shoulder. This was it; he wasn't dreaming. He was finally kissing his crush! And she was kissing back! When they pulled away for air, he stated, "I'm definitely not sorry."

A text on Leo's phone interrupted the two, making the boy pull away with a grumpy sigh. It was from Donnie, letting him know that Splinter was making his rounds on the boys' rooms soon before going to bed. He groaned, wondering why something always had to ruin good things for him every time. Minji saw the text from the purple brother as the turtle placed his phone in her lap and his forehead on her shoulder.

"I'm guessing you have to go right meow, huh?" She giggled, nudging the side of his head with her cheek. He grumbled, moving his face into the crook of her neck. When he spoke, his lips brushed her hot skin. "I mean, yeah...but-!"

"No butts unless it's yours leaving my window, blue," the girl replied, trying to calm her nerves down and pushing on the boy to get him off her.

"I should take your butt with me..."

"Excuse you?"

"I said I should get going!"

"Uh-huh, sure you did," she rolled her eyes as Leo neared the exit. "I'll text ya later, okay? Gotta make sure you get home unscathed."

With his body already outside, Leo poked his head in to confirm that, yes, he'd text her when he got home. And before he could duck out, Minji bumped her forehead against his. An act that the two had grown accustomed to doing when saying goodbye after nights like these. It had been a running inside joke, since bonking heads into one another on a few occasions and once during a mission. But, it always held sentiment for the two. Now it was much more endearing than dangerous.

When the turtle got home, he was greeted by his disasterous twin. "Sooo, how was your date?"

"I-it wasn't a date! We were just talking," blue defended, failing to hide his blush. Purple rolled his eyes. "Riiight, and Galileo didn't discover the rings of Saturn."

"Did you do it, Leo? Did you finally confess to Minji!" Mikey gasped, poking his head around the corner.

"Or did she kiss you? You know, since you got that lovesick look on your face," Raph snickered, appearing behind his younger brothers.

"Ugh! Why can't you guys give me a break?!"

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x oc #rottmnt leo #first kiss #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt leonardo #the blue bluey

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keelywolfe · 5 years

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Kinktober Spicyhoney Shorts

FIC: Plastic Fantastic

Prompt: Dildo, with a side order of praise kink.

WARNINGS: Dildo usage, praise kink, lemony goodness

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~~*~~

“I brought you a gift.”

Rus slouched back on the sofa, looking up at Edge who was being a prick by looming over him. Not that Rus really minded, nah, half the fun of fucking someone like Edge was the attitude problem.

His bro was staying the night in the Taleverse, giving him plenty of time for a little fun, and Edge came over pretty damn fast when Rus texted him an offer. Better not to point that out, not yet, anyway. Edge wasn’t above storming out if he was pissed off enough and Rus really did want to get laid. Rus would have to save his best lines until orgasms were a little more imminent.

“yeah?” Rus drawled. It took a little effort to not sound excited, but it would probably be worth it, usually was. “okay, that’s cool. i like getting presents from the people i’m fucking.” Deliberately needling and Rus knew he hit his mark, the faint flare in Edge’s eye lights. Not that he was sleeping with anyone else lately, but Edge didn’t know that and he was a fantastic fuck when he was all worked up.

Edge let it pass, too bad, that, and instead pulled a box out of his inventory to hand over.

The paper was a sedate black with a purple ribbon, wrapped with pristine care, and Rus tore through it carelessly, letting it fall to the floor.

He lifted the lid and his excitement deflated instantly, like the last balloon after a birthday party, stabbed with a pencil just to get the damn thing out of the house.

“oh,” he said flatly. “A dildo.” What a shitty gift. It wasn’t like some gag gift, either, not that Edge had the humor for that. Pretty big but not ridiculously so or anything. It was a bright purple and lined with rows of little plastic knobs. Bleh, he’d been expecting furry cuffs or even a gag, hell, plenty of people threatened to shut him up, pretty sure Edge wouldn’t want to miss his chance. So why give him a plastic schlong instead? He tossed the box on the coffee table carelessly, tipping his head back to look up at Edge.

“why would i want a dildo when you have a dick? feeling inadequate?” Rus cooed. He reached up to palm his pubic symphysis through his too-tight pants, felt the sudden surge of heat.

Edge allowed it for a moment, the touch crackling in his eye lights. Then he slapped Rus’s hand away. But like Rus didn’t notice he did it gently? It didn’t even hurt. The Edgelord played tough but he was a kitty-cat once he got a little pussy. Heh, little pussy for the pussy, better not share that pun.

“Not at all,” Edge smirked. He picked up the box with more care than Rus, plucking up the dildo and balancing it between two long fingers. “From what I’ve noticed, you have no complaints about my cock. But this little toy is as much for me as you.”

“yeah?” Rus said skeptically. “what do you get out of it?”

“I get to watch you take it,” Edge growled. He curled his hand around the length of it, pushing the dildo into his fist in demonstration.

Rus swallowed, watching the slide of it in and out. Okay, yeah, that made sense. If Edge liked to watch, it wasn’t like he was getting much of a view with their pelvises crammed together. Wasn’t like he was asking for much, either, Rus had been willing to do a lot worse. Better? Eh, he’d been willing to get down to some dirty shit. Letting Edge fuck him with a purple dildo wasn’t exactly a hardship. Although—

“purple,” Rus narrowed his sockets. “Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?”

“Not at all,” Edge said, but his smirk was less than convincing. ”I simply thought it would be a good contrast with your magic.”

“oh, yeah, stars forbid we get a color clash or something. how could we ever show our faces at the country club again,” Rus sighed, slumping over the arm of the sofa and shaking his head. Well, what the hell, maybe if they played for a bit, Edge would be down for something a little better. ”okay, yeah. we can try it.”

“Good,” Edge said, softly. The crack that ran through his socket seemed oddly more threatening whenever his eye lights flared and Rus shivered. “I’ll make it worth your time.”

“we’ll see.”

~~*~~

A little while later, Rus wasn’t impressed with the way Edge was making good on his promise. Lying sprawled out on his freshly-made mattress with his femurs spread usually involved a lot more touching, but Edge was only standing by the bed with a bird’s eye view at Rus’s pelvic inlet, eye lights focused where his pussy already formed and waiting.

“come on,” Rus grumbled. “if i needed a gynecologist, i‘d’ve googled for one.”

“Hush,” Edge said absently. It was only then that Rus realized he was putting on a new pair of gloves. They were black instead of his normal red, with a satiny sheen and Rus wondered sourly if those were chosen for the aesthetic, too. But even he could admit that when he picked up the dildo, the deep purple contrasted nicely with the black.

It looked a hellava lot bigger than it had downstairs, held in Edge’s slender fingers and Rus refocused his gaze at the ceiling, ignoring the prickle of his nonexistent nerves. It would fit, he knew it would, ectoflesh was very forgiving. Even if he didn’t enjoy it much, it wasn’t going to hurt him.

The bed shifted, but he wasn’t looking, so the first brush against his pussy lips made him startle, the rounded tip parting them and gliding up his slit. It was fucking cold, a hell of a lot colder than any cock, and Rus struggled not to squirm away. That hard, foreign feeling slid all the way to his clit, circling it with perfect pressure and despite himself, Rus groaned.

“I brought a lubricant,” Edge said conversationally. Rus forced himself to look down to see Edge sprawled on the bed between his femurs, one gloved hand propping up his chin while the other twisted the dildo against Rus’s clit with careful precision. “But I don’t believe we’ll need it, do you?”

“hnnnn,” Rus managed, then gave himself a hard mental shake. No way in fuck was he letting Edge get to him this fast. “you gonna play with your toys or just tease. the runway is clear, come on in for a landing.”

“Hmm, soon,” Edge said, almost absently. His eye lights followed the dildo as he dragged it down Rus’s slit again, the tip barely catching at his opening. It felt—it didn’t feel like Rus expected, he’d thought it would be weird, maybe even uncomfortable, but the way it glided against him made him want to raise his hips, his pussy clenching, eager to be filled.

Okay, fuck winning. Dignity was overrated and Rus would need to find his pride first to be ashamed at begging.

“come on, please,” Rus moaned, “stick it in me, fill me up, that’s what you wanted, isn’t it? fuck me, c’mon, i—gaahh!!”

Rus’s cry broke as he was abruptly filled, stretched to his limit as Edge firmly pushed the dildo into him. The plastic was unforgiving and he could feel every one of those knobby bumps as Edge drove it in, one long, inexorable thrust. He wouldn’t stop without a safe word and Rus had one, but, fuck, he couldn’t even think of his own name; how could he when he was being filled, stretched to his limits. He could feel Edge twisting the fucking thing, all those tiny nodules dragging against his inner walls and he threw his head back with a whimpered, “oh fuck, oh fuck—!“

“Easy,” Edge murmured, soothingly low. “A little more, just a little. So beautiful, you’re taking it so well.”

Some blurry, primal part of Rus’s consciousness clung to that praise, let it fill him the same as the dildo did, distantly proud to have pleased Edge. It helped him to spread his femurs wider, arching into that thickness cramming into him.

He gurgled out a cry just as Edge’s gloved hand brushed against him, falling back against the bed with a shudder. All of it yes, all of it inside him, he did it, took all of it.

“There you are,” Edge crooned. The rich approval in his voice made Rus’s soul flutter, as did the way he shifted to pet Rus’s skull with his other hand. “You did it, you did so well, pretty, so well.”

A slight movement and the dildo suddenly twisted, dragging out a garbled shriek. And again, raking over his nerves before they had a chance to recover.

Rus could only lay back, panting as sweat prickled over his bones, trembling humiliatingly at the cusp of orgasm. The second he started easing down from the peak, Edge would twist the dildo again, forcing him to claw again for control. Almost literally, his fingers were digging helplessly into the mattress, joints aching. One glance at Edge showed him avidly watching and Rus had to look away, his cunt clenching futility around the thickness inside it as he nearly came from that alone.

Just as he was growing accustomed to it, suddenly Edge roughly pulled the dildo out, leaving only the tip inside him. It was somehow worse. Ectoflesh that had grown accustomed to being filled was now gaping emptily, tightening uselessly around the too-narrow tip, trying to pull it back in.

But it slid back only when Edge was ready, one long, relentless thrust, the unforgiving plastic forcing his ectoflesh to mold around it even as those bumps scraped him deliciously raw. Again, again, empty and full in a staccato rhythm, until Rus was a quivering mess of need.

Edge paused with the dildo deep inside of him, a last twisting grind before he leaned in to whisper, “You’re doing so well, pet, better than I dared hope. But you did make one mistake.”

“Hnn?” Rus said blearily, his senses too overwhelmed to even protest the nickname. Edge’s grin was sharp, bordering on cruel, and it sent a trill of fearful excitement through him.

He leaned in closer still, all warm breath and sharp teeth barely scraping against Rus’s skull as he murmured, “You should have looked more closely at your new toy.”

The last thing Rus heard was the click a split-second before the vibrations hit, traveling up from his pussy to engulf him. His spine arched as if the sudden, agonizing bliss was electric and Rus only managed to garbled out a scream before he was lost.

~~*~~

Rus had no idea how long he lay there, his higher thoughts still floating blissfully along. It was the sensation of being moved that finally roused him. Rus opened his sockets with some effort, looking down to see Edge gently wiping his femurs clean with a wet washcloth. He noticed Rus’s bleary look and set the cloth aside, picking up a glass of what looked like orange juice from the side table.

Huh. He’d never woken up to find someone else cleaning him up, much less offering him a drink. Rus drank thirstily, licking his teeth clean as Edge set the empty cup aside. To his confusion, Edge stood, already angling towards the door.

“I’ll leave your toy here,” he said, “perhaps you’d like to play with it on your own.”

“wait. you’re leaving?” Rus blurted. “but you didn’t-“ he gestured at Edge’s crotch. Sure his pussy kinda felt like putting out the ‘closed’ sign but there was nothing wrong with his mouth.

“No need. I got what I wanted.” Edge raised a brow bone. “Do you want me to stay?”

That…wasn’t really part of the deal. Usually when Rus had some horny to work out, he made sure to go to their place, the better to get gone when he was done. Edge was the only person he’d ever invited over, and why not, he was over all the time, anyway, cooking with Blue, movie nights, all that shit.

Usually, Rus was the one fleeing home and catching a ciggie on the way but tonight…he…the proper answer was yes and Rus’s teeth parted, ready to say it, but that single word refused to come.

Something in Edge’s sharp face seemed to soften; pussycat, he was a pussycat after sex, that was all, Rus‘s terrified, tumbling mind bleated.

But Edge didn’t wait for an answer. He kicked off his boots and stripped. Bare boned, he slid into the bed, catching hold of Rus and dragging him closer. He was gorgeously warm and Rus clung to him instinctively, basking in the heat and ignoring the backside of his thoughts that demanded to know what the fuck he was doing. This was…this was okay, this was fine. Probably take a little nap before more sex was all.

Rus settled his skull on Edge’s ribcage and his last real thought before he drifted off was to slyly wonder how to persuade Edge into letting him try that little toy on him.

His pussycat had a pussy of his own, and Rus was thinking of putting it to good use.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #kinktober #please read the tags #Lemony goodness

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linskywords · 5 years

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Stromecat Primer

This is for the anon who asked for one, which YES I will do this thing. I now have copious notes on these two which have to go somewhere. But also I’m relatively new to the pairing, so if people have corrections or things to add, have at it!

Also it’s super long (haha I might as well just have had you guys read my story draft) so I’m putting it after a cut.

OKAY SO.

Here are our boys:

(Dylan. This is his Wikipedia picture but just look at that face. Could not resist.)

(Alex. What a precious Tolkienian Dwarf.)

Okay. So those are our boys. Let’s have us some TIMELINE.

They start playing together in the fall of 2014, after Dylan goes second overall in the 2013 OHL draft to the Erie Otters and Alex signs with them undrafted the following spring. He did not get drafted because he is short and therefore underestimated. They tear it up that year, along with Connor McDavid, who’s playing on a line with them: Alex gets 104 points in 68 games--pretty great for going undrafted--and Dylan gets a whopping 129 points and wins the OHL scoring title.

So our boys are good! Everyone’s very impressed with Dylan. He’s drafted third overall in 2015, after Connor McDavid and Jack Eichel, and everyone’s very excited about the Stromes as the next big hockey family (older bro Ryan was drafted fifth overall to the Isles in 2011). The future is bright.

Dylan goes to Coyotes 2015 development camp. He goes to training camp. He plays in a couple of preseason games. But they don’t think he’s ready, so they send him back down to Erie. Pretty normal. Nothing to worry about.

2015-2016, Dylan’s the captain. Alex and Dylan play on a line together (without Connor this time) and have another great year where they are playing and also living together. Alex gets 101 points in 60 games and Dylan gets 111 in 56. They have a kind of rough World Juniors in there--Dylan plays for Team Canada and ends up in 6th place, and Alex plays for the U.S. and gets bronze but gets injured early on and only ends up scoring a single goal in the whole tournament. But, you know, good year with Erie. Future still bright.

(Look at this adorable pair. Ignore the facial hair on one of them who shall remain unspecified. Also this is presumably 2017 based on the letters on their jerseys but shhhh.)

However, Alex continues to be underestimated because he is short! He also had a bad World Juniors, so people are worried he might only be situationally good with the Otters. He’s passed over in the first round of the 2016 NHL draft and ends up being drafted 39th, by the Chicago Blackhawks, who have a history of drafted very competent undertall players. Also they didn’t have a first-round pick that year so I like to think they might have taken him either way.

Dylan and Alex both go to their respective 2016 development camps. And training camps. Alex plays in a preseason game with the Hawks but gets sent down--again, normal. Dylan plays the whole preseason with the Yotes and stays up, but they don’t really commit to him. They scratch him a bunch and only put him in for 7 games--this is either the limit of what they can play someone and still send them down to Juniors or close to it--over the course of a month and a half. Finally, on November 20, they send him back down to Erie, after 7 games played and...one point scored.

So at this point Dylan’s probably feeling pretty bad about himself. His former linemate Connor went straight to the NHL and is about to start his Hart-winning season. Dylan’s getting sent down for the second year straight.

But! 2016-2017 is an awesome year for the Otters. Alex is an A. Dylan gets made captain again at some point.* Dylan and Alex are living together again, and they’re playing together, and they freaking tear it up. They lead the Otters to a first-place finish in the O and win the J. Ross Robertson Cup (the highest award in the OHL). The guys on the team like to talk about that as the best night of their lives. They make it to the final game of the Memorial Cup, the championship for the whole CHL (which includes the OHL, the WHL, and the QMJHL), and lose narrowly to the Windsor Spitfires. However, Dylan gets a tournament record for 7 points in a single game, and they both have great seasons overall. Dylan gets 75 points in 35 games, and Alex gets 127 points in 63 games--more than two points per game for each of them--and Alex wins the Red Tilson Trophy for most outstanding player in the OHL. Also Dylan got to captain Canada’s World Juniors team, and many people (including me) were excited that he got that opportunity as a way to balance his failures thus far in the NHL, though Canada lost in a devastating final game against the U.S.

*If anyone knows when Dylan became captain again, let me know -- all I could figure out was sometime before the playoffs.

Here is Dylan with the Robertson Cup:

(Note the blond hair, which is an abomination they all inflicted upon themselves as a means to achieving playoff victory. You know, apparently it worked.)

Summer of 2017, Dylan and Alex go to their NHL development camps and training camps yet again. Everyone’s excited about Alex after the year he just had in the O. Everyone’s a little antsy about Dylan because good Lord it’s been two years since he was drafted third overall and is he ever going to be good enough for the NHL? (This was definitely me.)

Anyway the Hawks keep Alex up and start playing him. 2017-2018 is a rough year for the Hawks but a good one for Alex, and he surpasses all draft expectations and leads the team in goals (28). He also gets a commitment from the Hawks early in the year, in the form of his housing letter, and he gets a dog that spring named Ralph DeBrindog who is a shiba inu with his own Instagram account. Here are Alex and Ralph:

But things are not so happy in Arizona. Dylan gets to stay up past the 2017-2018 preseason but the Coyotes once again do not commit to him (no housing letter for him!). Dylan barely plays with the team before he gets sent down to the Roadrunners, the Coyotes’ AHL affiliate.

He does really well with the Roadrunners, so they bring him back to the NHL in late November (and he gets to play against Alex and the Hawks!). But he doesn’t do great there, so they send him back down for most of the spring, only bringing him up for the last few weeks of the season before sending him back to the AHL for the playoffs.

At this point, the future is looking pretty bleak for Dylan. Too old for Juniors, can’t hack it in the NHL despite his high draft number. 9 points in 21 games with the Coyotes in 2017-2018. People saying he was only good because of his good linemates, which, yeah, Connor and Alex are doing great other places. And sure, lots of people have good linemates and don’t put up numbers like Dylan did, but how else do you explain his failures in Arizona?

So the next season, 2018-2019, Alex is of course still playing with the Hawks. He’s doing even better than he did his rookie year, scoring more consistently. Dylan actually gets to play with the Coyotes, which, woohoo, but he’s putting up terrible numbers: 6 points in 20 games. Theories abound, but the upshot is clear--whatever made Dylan good in Juniors doesn’t translate to the NHL. The Coyotes wasted a draft pick.

BUT.

The Blackhawks evidently don’t think so, because on November 25, 2018, they trade Nick Schmaltz to the Coyotes in exchange for both Brendan Perlini and Dylan Strome. And they put the two of them on a line with Alex. And Dylan starts LIGHTING IT UP. As I write this, he’s at 46 points in 48 games with the Hawks. That’s some elite play there.

And did I mention he and Alex are living together again?

That’s right: apparently Alex was Dylan’s second call when he was traded, right after his parents (you can read more about his experience of the trade here, though you need a subscription). And then Dylan moved into his place.

...I can’t figure out how to embed video, but here is the two of them being adorable in the Road to the Winter Classic. Including Ralph, and also the memorable line, “I want to bodycheck you so bad right now.”

And here they are on the ice:

If that pose is not part of their engagement photos, it should be.

So basically, there are two possible explanations for why Dylan was playing so badly for so long in Arizona:

1) Arizona really sucks. (This should not be ruled out regardless of your opinion on #2.)

2) Dylan and Alex are soulmates and Dylan couldn’t play without him.

To be fair, #2 doesn’t explain why Alex was playing fine in Chicago before Dylan got there. But, you know, maybe he’s just less soulmate dependent than Dylan. Either way, everyone, including the two of them, is talking about the chemistry they have on the ice, and it’s clearly made a big different to Chicago’s season. And they get to play with their best friend again.

(Yes, they’ve both called each other that. It’s adorable.)

Some bonus info:

There is an Otter alum group text! It also includes Taylor & Darren Raddysh, Anthony Cirelli, and Warren Foegele. Dylan says they talk about the OHL championship all the time because it was the best night of their lives.

Dylan became the Otters’ all-time points leader by the end of his OHL career (seriously, makes no sense that he couldn’t play in Arizona, barring soulmate-based explanations)

After Dylan played Alex as a Coyote, he changed his Instagram photo to the two of them facing off.

Alex’s nicknames include Brinksy and the Cat. He’s fine with either but is less fond of Kitty. XD

They are legit eight inches apart. More, if 5′7″ is just Alex’s stats sheet height and not reality.

They are adorable best friends and roommates and linemates and need to be together forever.

And now, some pictures to close it out (starting with the Instagram icon one):

#stromecat primer #alex debrincat #dylan strome #the cutest

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heyyyharry · 5 years

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Doorman

(from the Couple in Flat 102 Series)

…in which there’s a new doorman, and Harry thinks he has a thing for Y/N.

Warning: I haven’t edited this before posting, also, there’s just tons of fluff at the end.

(wattpad link)

When it came to Y/N, Harry admitted he could get jealous for the stupidest reasons. It could be just a look one guy gives her when they were at a social gathering, or the way one of their neighbors touched her arm too many times during a conversation.

Y/N had told him too often that he had got to trust her if they wanted their relationship to last, and he'd also told her frequently that it wasn't her he didn't trust, it's them. The problem lied in the fact that she was so lovable that people fell for her very easily. She was kind, which was one of the many reasons why he loved her, but it got frustrating sometimes because many often mistaken kindness for affection.

It all began when their doorman Albert passed away and a replacement arrived only a day after that. This one was much younger than Albert, but still older than Harry and Y/N. Harry didn't know much about him, only that his name was Nam and he didn't say hello...to Harry at least. Albert used to say hello every time Harry entered the building. So his first impression about Nam was already bad.

He wasn't as good-looking as Harry (Harry thought so but he'd also asked for Niall's opinion so he guessed that was fair), nor as funny (this, Niall had also confirmed, what a good friend), but somehow the old ladies in the building liked him a lot, probably because he gave out this positive vibe to everyone, well everyone except Harry.

"Good evening, Y/N! Hello, Treasure!"

Harry rolled his eyes as he followed his girlfriend, who was holding their kitty Treasure, towards the lift, feeling Nam's eyes lingered on them until they were finally out of his sight.

"I fucking told you! He hates me!" Harry breathed harshly once the door closed in front of them and the lift started moving up.

"Because you've never talked to him, H. You can't expect someone to be friendly to you if you always give them death glares," said Y/N as she smiled at her boyfriend. Treasure meowed to agree with her mum, leaving Harry on his own in this battle against their new doorman.

"It's not like Treasure has ever talked to him! She's a cat!"

"She plays with him all the time."

Harry immediately furrowed his eyebrows at the cat. "Daddy is very disappointed."

Y/N didn't say anything, just snorted and exited the lift when the door finally opened on the 10th floor. The couple get to their flat and Harry searched for the key in his girlfriend's bag, which he was carrying for her.

"I'm not being paranoid," he spoke while unlocking the door. "You should have seen his face this morning when you left the building wearing that incredibly tight skirt. Well, not that I complain about that skirt, but it annoyed me how he didn't even try to be subtle."

As they entered, Y/N raised an eyebrow questioningly at her boyfriend. "Was that why you suddenly gave me your trench coat? So he would stop staring at my bum?"

"Yes, but..." He looked at her, trying to come up with a good reason but ends up saying, "I also didn't want your bum to get cold."

His answer made Y/N chuckle and roll her eyes. Yes, Harry Styles everyone, the one and only man she'd ever loved.

A few days later, Harry came home and finds Y/N talking to their doorman. She was too busy laughing at something that man had just said and didn't even notice Harry's arrival.

Harry clenched his jaw and intended to walk over there to interrupt their conversation, when suddenly Nam reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear like Harry normally did.

That was the last straw.

Without thinking twice, Harry stormed towards his girlfriend and the other man as he called Y/N loudly by a loving nickname (because he can), which got her attention right away. Y/N smiled as soon as she saw him.

"You're home early!" She said, leaning in for a peck, but got completely startled when her boyfriend pulled her close and kissed her hard on the lips. Of course, normally Y/N would be more than willing to be kissed like that, but now she didn't feel very comfortable when her new friend was watching them. She slightly pushed him away, all out of breath and a bit confused too.

"Happy to see me?" She whispered with a soft smile, receiving one from Harry in return.

"Very," he answered shortly and grabbed her hand. "Let's go."

Harry completely ignored Nam's existence as he urged them both to leave, not giving Y/N a chance to say goodbye. That was when she realized what was going on there.

Once they'd got into the lift, she turned to him, clearly annoyed. "What was that all about?"

"He was touching your hair, Y/N. I should be the one to ask you that question."

"He was being friendly."

"What kind of friend run their fingers through their friend's hair? You don't see me do that to Layla or Trix! And Niall surely has never done that to you, right?"

"Fine...I won't let him do that again."

"Fine," he replied, not looking at her, which didn't seem fine at all. So she moved closer and nudged his side with her elbow, raising an eyebrow.

"H, are you really fine?" she laughed slightly when he kept a straight face.

"Yes," he said after a moment, this time, looking at her.

"Not mad at me?"

"No, you said you wouldn't let it happen again, and I trust you."

Y/N knew Harry too well, so even though she'd heard him say those words loud and clear with her own ears, she still felt the need to ask for confirmation once again, you know, just in case.

"You promise?"

He nodded, pressing his lips into a small smile and she did too before bringing his face down to kiss him on the cheek. He had promised, so she believed him, and didn't think about it anymore...

...well...

...until the next day.

Y/N cane home the next day to find him already home. That was weird because he had never come home before she did. Something smelt fishy, and it was certainly not the fish he was cooking in the kitchen. It's the fact that he wasn't doing it alone.

"What is she doing here?" Y/N asked as she stayed at the kitchen door, startled by the presence of their catsitter/neighbor/the weird girl across the hall/Harry's (not so secretive) secret admirer who just happened to hate Y/N to the guts.

"Sage's here to play with Treasure."

"Why? You're home, aren't you?" Y/N raises an eyebrow and stared the other woman down until she turned away because it started to get uncomfortable. "And she's not playing with Treasure, she's cooking with you."

"We're making dinner," Harry said and his choice of subject for that sentence irritated Y/N deeply.

"No." She asserted, wiggling her fingers between him and herself. "We're making dinner. Why is she here?"

As soon as Y/N had made that question, the answer hit her right in the face. She widened her eyes at her boyfriend, who pretended to look confused, yet she knew exactly what his intention was.

"How. Dare. You?"

"What?" Harry shrugged, though she could swear he was well aware of what was going on there. The indifferent look on his face got on her nerves, so she immediately turned to their neighbor and requested Sage to leave her alone with her boyfriend.

The confused girl fixed her glasses, looking as puzzled as ever. "But we're in the midd—"

"Jesus Christ, just leave, Page, or I swear to God..."

"It's actually Sage, but...okay...I'm leaving!" Sage raised both hands, still avoiding Y/N's eyes at all costs as she mumbled a goodbye to Harry and the cat before rushing out of their kitchen, and out of the flat.

Once she was long gone. Y/N turned back to Harry with a killer look on her face, letting him know he was now in deep, deep, deep shit...

"Un-fucking-believable!" She began with a sarcastic laugh and slammed both hands down on the table, causing her man to flinch and swallow hard.

He looked frightened. Good, she thinks. He should be!

"You invited her here to get back at me, didn't you?!"

"I did not," he lied, crossing his arms as if this new position would make his words seem more believable. Y/N had known him too well and too long to not see what he was trying to do.

"You did, Harry! I'm so disappointed in you!"

"Why are you making a big deal out of this? I didn't let her touch my hair!"

"Oh. My. God!" Y/N exclaimed, holding her head with both hands in a dramatic manner, which freaked him out a bit to be honest. "I fucking knew it! I FUCKING knew it! You did that to get back at me!"

Okay, now she's really mad, the little voice inside Harry's head told him. Y/N didn't get angry very often (thank God), but whenever she did.

She did.

Now the only thing inside his head was Justin Bieber singing, 'is it too late now to say sorry?'

"You're unforgivable this time!"

Okay, so it is too late to say sorry...

He could imagine smoke coming out of Y/N's head at the moment. Whatever he was going to say next, there was no way she would listen.

"You're not only an immature little kid, but also a fucking liar! You promised me you would let this go but nooooo you still had to find a way to get back at me!"

"But she did come here to see Treasure..." Harry began, knowing it was a bad idea to speak, but not knowing why he did anyway.

Sage might have come here on her own but it was him who had asked her to stay and hang, because he had known it would piss Y/N off. So...he really was wrong, no matter how hard he tried to deny it to himself, or to his girlfriend who was clearly not in the mood for his useless explanations.

"You knew she had been spreading false rumors about me, that she hated me, so you invited her here and played happy family, knowing I'll be upset! This is a competition to you, isn't it? You always have to win!"

"No, I—" She's right. Shut up.

"And not only that, you also brought Treasure into this! You are a terrible parent, Harry!"

Harry looked at their kitty, who meowed to agree with Y/N, making him feel much worse. Maybe he'd gone a bit far this time. Maybe his other baby hated him too.

"Y/N...baby..."

"Don't Y/N me. You—" she pointed a finger at him "—are sleeping on the sofa tonight."

Fuck, he thought to himself when she stormed out of the kitchen and a loud door slam followed soon after that. Once silence sank in, Harry let out a sigh as he looked at the kitty who was already looking at him.

"You don't hate me, right?" He asked her.

However, just as he finished that sentence, she stood up on four feet and followed her mum out of the kitchen as well.

It was getting late and Nam was drinking alone.

There weren't many guests entering and leaving the building anymore so nobody was going to report him for drinking during his shift. That was why he loved doing night shifts so much.

Nam was getting quite tipsy already when he heard the lift arrive on the ground floor. Harry stepped out into the lobby, wrapped around by a blanket. His eyes were weary and his hair a mess. He marched straight to the couch in the middle of the lobby and took off the weight of his body to land on the comfy piece of furniture.

"Are you gonna sleep there?" Nam spoke up. "Because you can't, it's against the rules."

"Well, I'm sure drinking while working is also against the rules." Harry yawned, not bothering to even look at Nam.

The doorman knew he'd been caught, so he couldn't tell Harry to leave anymore. Instead, he walked over to the distressed young man and took a seat right next to him.

"Trouble in paradise?" He asked, chuckling a bit at the grumpy look on Harry's face.

"Dude, I don't want to talk right now, especially to you, no offense."

"That hurts my feelings, dude."

If Harry hadn't been too tired, he would've punched this man in the face. Lucky for Nam, he was exhausted. His girlfriend didn't let him into the bedroom, and his cat was sleeping on the couch so he had had no choice but to come down here, still better than sleeping on the floor.

Harry raised an eyebrow at the doorman. "Aren't you supposed to be happy Y/N and I are fighting?"

"Why would I be?"

Harry snorted at the reply without saying anything else.

Suddenly, Nam leaned in closer. They almost shared a kiss when Harry pulled back just in time, even though he was very surprised by the other man's action.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, eyebrows knitted together in confusion and shock, while Nam looked just as appalled, probably more. He quickly buried his face into his palms and groaned out loud, knowing it was very stupid of him to have made that attempt. He was drunk and hadn't been thinking straight (no pun intended), and Harry just looked so...kissable.

"Did you try to kiss me?" Harry pointed a finger at himself, raising both eyebrows and his mouth was agape because he still couldn't believe what just happened, happened.

Nam shyly nodded his head and mumbled a small yes, along with an apology.

"So you're—" Harry paused a bit, squinting his eyes "—not into Y/N?"

That question made the doorman laugh.

"Y/N? No! She's like a baby sister to me!" Nam confessed. "I'm into men...."

"Again?!" Harry exclaimed, facepalming himself. Then he quickly noticed how offended Nam looked, so he had to explain, "sorry...it's just...this happened once before...I thought someone else was also flirting with Y/N but he also told me he was gay."

"Fun." Nam chuckles then immediately stopped when he saw Harry raising an eyebrow at him. "Not that your girlfriend is not desirable...She's cute, she's just not...my type."

Harry sighed. Well, at least now he knew he was half right when he said Nam had been checking Y/N out, it just wasn't Y/N...

"Does Y/N know about this?"

"About me being gay or me being into you?"

"Both."

"She already knows I'm gay. At first I wanted to talk to you but you intimidated me so I talked to her, but she seemed like a really nice person and I really like being her friend."

"Then don't tell her you liked me..."

"Of course not! But let's be honest, it's not like she'll be afraid of losing you to me, you're obviously into vag."

Harry breathed out a laugh for how Nam had just said that with a straight face.

"That's not what I meant." He rolled his eyes. "Look, Y/N doesn't have a lot of friends. If she knows you were into me, she'll assume you're hanging out with her to get to me and not because you want to. I don't want her to be sad. So either if that is true or not, I'd appreciate if you don't tell her."

"Don't worry, I won't." Nam smiled then patted Harry on the back. "Y/N is a very lucky girl. And I'm sorry I tried to kiss you. I didn't know what I was thinking."

"It's okay." Harry smiled back tiredly, feeling kind of relief because even though his instinct was wrong once again, nobody else was after his girl.

However, she was still mad at him. So now he'd have to wait until the morning came to return home and ask for her forgiveness.

When Harry came back to their flat, he bumped right into Y/N the moment he opened the door. The first thing she did when she saw him was to wrap her arms around his torso, pulling him in for a tight hug.

"Where have you been?! Oh God, I thought you left me!" She said, which made him smile.

"You took the bed and Treasure took the couch so I had to sleep in the lobby," he replied, holding her chin up and pressing his lips to hers. "Also, I'm very sorry about last night. You were right...I was so fucking immature."

"No, no, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gone batshit crazy and yelled at you then locked you out." She frowned, holding his hands which are cupping her cheeks. "I might go to hell for this, but there's something I need to tell you...Nam...he's...he's not really...—"

"He's gay."

"No, he—" Y/N halted immediately and widened her eyes when she realized what he had just said. "Wait! How did you know?!"

Harry released a soft laugh in reaction to the look on her face. "He told me last night."

Y/N immediately exhaled, laying one hand on her chest, just like a heavy weight had been lifted from it. "He made me promise not to tell anyone, not even you. That's why I couldn't tell you, but I couldn't risk having you think I was cheating on you or anything, so I had to—"

Harry rolled his eyes then interrupted her rambling by pressing his lips to hers, shutting her up with a kiss. It would be a lie if Y/N said she didn't wish he would do this more often. When they pulled away, it took almost three seconds to finally open her eyes.

He was smirking at her when he said, "you were right, and I was wrong, and I love you."

"No, I was wrong, you were right."

"Are we about to argue to see who's wrong and who's right?"

"No." Y/N laughed as she rolled her eyes, palms laying flat on her chest. "Last night I thought a lot about what happened. You were only being protective of me, and at least you still loved me enough to even get jealous. Maybe in a few years you won't even care who I'm with and I'll miss you being jealous all the time."

"Hey, that's not true." Harry grimaced when he heard her. "I'm always gonna care."

"How can you be so sure? Maybe we'll go back to hating each other like we used to." She laughed between the words. But he knew somewhere behind her humor was something she was actually worried about.

Harry held her shoulders and leaned down a bit so their faces were at the same level, then he said, "I've always thought you're great, Y/N, even back then."

"Liar." She snorted, making him shake his head to disagree.

"No, I'm serious. You only annoyed me because sometimes you made me soft and sentimental and I didn't like the fact that I liked it. Now I don't want anyone else to feel that way about you, only me."

"Aww, baby." Y/N bit back a smile as she looked up at her boyfriend, but he jumped into her mouth before she could speak again.

"I haven't finished, Y/N."

She huffed and told him to go on.

"And I want you to know that you don't need to worry about Sage or any other women, because I don't even want anyone else. I'll love you no matter what and will always be overprotective when it comes to you, yeah?"

Her heart was filled with love from hearing his little speech, and she swore she almost teared up in front of him. Luckily, she started beaming instead, definitely unable to stop now.

"You were right," she said to him. "You have become waaaaaay too soft and sentimental."

"Oh, shut up!" Harry grumbled as he pulled her in and kissed her forehead, knowing she'd love him no matter what he became.

#thoughts on new characters?#foreshadowings anyone?#harry styles #flatmate!harry #boyfriend!harry #harry styles writing #harry styles series #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #bestfriend!harry

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takaraphoenix · 5 years

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I really want to drown you in Marvel prompts now xD But I'll try to be nice. How about WinterIronPanther and their punk kids? Maybe Steve walking in and being like "Bucky??? Bu you don't have a kid? Tony has Pete, and T'Challa has Shuri but you don't--" And Bucky just looks at him. Long and hard, waiting for him to realize.

It all started two years ago, when SHIELD fell. When Steve, Natasha and Sam came to Tony, not knowing where else to go. When Steve told Tony about the death of his parents. When the team actually started to grow together, knowing they could only rely on each other.

And then Zemo came along and tried to tear the Avengers apart. Only that that didn’t work. They had been a team for years now, they trusted each other, Tony and Steve led the Avengers together, as a united front. Together, they signed the Accords, with the right reserved to make amendments – because Steve knew they were flawed and so did Tony, but Tony had the lawyers to work on them and Steve knew that and trusted Tony on that. Granted, Zemo framing Bucky tore the Avengers temporarily apart because Steve was blinded and refused to even consider that Bucky might not be innocent – and in the end, he was right and after Tony learned the truth, him and his half of the team joined Steve in Siberia. Zemo’s endgame was to shock Tony by showing him the video of how the Winter Soldier had killed the Starks. Tony knew about that though. He had known that for years and while it hurt to actually see it, he knew that it hadn’t been Bucky Barnes who had killed them and he had come to terms with that. So, instead of playing into Zemo’s hands, Tony, Steve and Bucky went and pummeled Zemo before arresting him.

“Barnes isn’t safe in the US right now”, stated Tony seriously.

T'Challa had his arms crossed over his chest. “I owe him, for trying to take his life in a fit of rage when I thought he had killed my father. I will take him to Wakanda, he will be safe there.”

“Thank you, your highness”, whispered Steve, looking torn.

“Oh, stop it with the sad puppy-dog eyes, Rogers”, grunted Tony and rolled his eyes. “He’ll be safe there, that’s the important thing for now, while my lawyers get onto clearing his name.”

T'Challa looked bemused by the exchange. Over the past few days, he had seen the ups and downs of their dynamic. Steve and Tony bickered like brothers and even when it had gotten physical in Germany, they had been pulling their punches, not wanting to hurt their own team. Now that the truth was out, that the tension about Barnes was resolved, things seemed to be going back to what was considered normal to the Avengers. T'Challa, he was a good man, so he was going to repay his debt to Sargent Barnes. He was going to keep him safe in Wakanda and put his sister onto seeing if she could remove the Winter Soldier programming.

/break\

It was rough, adjusting again after what had happened in Germany. It had not been intentional, what had happened to Rhodey, and Sam was feeling the most guilty about it. Rhodey was still recovering. Wanda had been sent away. Even though Steve had been all for protecting her at first, only seeing her as a child – after he saw the physical evidence of what Wanda had done to Vision over being kept on house-arrest, after Sam sat him down and talked to Steve about it, he saw reason.

She had always been a threat. Not just in Johannesburg, before that. She had willingly joined Hydra, of all people, and allied herself with Ultron until it became inconvenient for her. A part of Steve wanted to see her as an innocent child and had refused the facts. But to see the reminders of the past and to see that she was still out of control… they had sent her away. Professor Charles Xavier owned a school for children with superpowers, where she would not be able to harm others and might learn to properly control herself. Because just sending her to prison was not going to do anything good; at the forefront needed to stand her learning to control herself.

Much had happened in the past months. They were busy adjusting the Accords and they were busy trying to free Bucky of all charges, considering the brainwashing. All the while, Steve played the moping puppy-dog about Bucky being literally on ice in Wakanda.

Tony worked with T'Challa’s sister on restoring Bucky though; BARF proved to be a good foundation for Shuri to build on to remove the Winter Soldier programming, apparently, and with it removed, Barnes got out of cold storage and into some solid therapy.

The Avengers became regular guests in Wakanda after that. After all, Wakanda opened its borders and as a sign of good faith T'Challa had joined the Avengers – on a strict emergencies only base. He was still the king, after all. But he wished for the Avengers to know that if aliens attacked again, they could call Wakanda for backup.

Things… developed, albeit Tony was not entirely sure how. There was a charming, handsome king on one side and an adorable goat-herding former assassin on the other… and Tony in the middle.

Tony and T'Challa had corresponded with each other a lot since Siberia, mostly Tony passing on notes to the princess, or them talking about the Accords and about T'Challa’s specific conditions to joining the Avengers. Steve was… too busy chatting with Bucky to really pay attention, every time it came to Wakanda, or more specifically every time they came to Wakanda. Tony was easily charmed by the king and brilliant king. And it wasn’t like Tony didn’t get to spend his fair share with Barnes too – helping the princess with the adjusted and modified BARF program.

Turned out that in the meantime, the goat-herding former assassin and the charming, handsome king had grown close too, during Bucky’s stay near the palace, his regular visits at Shuri’s.

It started one night, three months into Bucky’s stay in Wakanda, when the Avengers as a whole had come to Wakanda to celebrate together. Celebrate Bucky’s recovery – the last of the triggers had been successfully removed and he was overall doing so much better now. So they threw a party. There was booze, music, dancing, food, laughter. It had been a really fun night.

The morning after however was rather interesting, because Tony didn’t wake up in the guest-room T'Challa had given him. He woke up in an even more luxurious room, a large bed with purple silken sheets… and two handsome, naked men next to him on either side. T'Challa was on his back, one arm on his stomach, the other spread out next to himself. Bucky was curled together and wide-awake, staring over at T'Challa and Tony with curious and calculating eyes.

“Good morning Buckaroo”, drawled Tony slowly, grinning amused.

He turned to face Bucky with a broad grin. Unexpectedly so, he had grown very fond of Bucky. Once the man had recovered enough to be himself, not that empty shell and weapon anymore. Bucky offered one of those charming, sweet, soft little smiles and tilted his head.

“You seem in a good mood. That’s good. I was not sure…”, started Bucky.

“I didn’t touch a drop of alcohol last night, Buckster”, assured Tony, one eyebrow raised.

“But you were all…”, drawled Bucky, motioning awkwardly.

“That is simply Tony’s… personality”, offered T'Challa from the other side, quite amused. “He has taught me that you do need a good sense of humor to deal with politicians on a long run.”

“It keeps boring events fun”, chimed Tony delighted.

“So we were all very sober when all of this happened?”, asked Bucky, looking at the other two.

“I have learned not to drink while my sister is armed with a camera”, replied T'Challa dryly. “And now that, thanks to Tony, she has back-up… I am not risking that.”

Tony laughed delighted at that before leaning over to kiss Bucky briefly. “Don’t look like a startled deer, Buck. We have been flirting for weeks now, haven’t we? I figured we were all so… well-spirited last night, it just all came to the logical next step. Right, kitty-cat?”

“Absolutely. Though the nicknames already make me regret everything”, chuckled T'Challa.

“Aw, you don’t mean that, Simba”, gasped Tony, dramatically touching his arc-reactor.

T'Challa rolled his eyes fondly and wrapped an arm around Tony to pull him into a kiss. “Indeed.”

Tony smirked into the kiss before getting up and startling the other two men. “Well, I for one am absolutely famished. Your enhanced super stamina completely knocked me out. Feed a guy after you fuck him, will you? Or are you just going to stay in bed, staring at me?”

“I mean, I could do that”, nodded Bucky and turned to T'Challa. “You?”

“Most definitely”, agreed T'Challa with a delightful grin, wrapping an arm around Bucky.

Bucky looked pleased as he snuggled against T'Challa. The two looked gorgeous together. Tony felt rather good knowing those were his now. Wiggling his ass, Tony went to T'Challa’s closet to get dressed, throwing clothes at both Bucky and T'Challa too.

“Very well, let me feed the both of you”, sighed T'Challa and unwillingly got out of bed.

“My, our king has manners”, chimed Tony.

T'Challa pulled him into a brief kiss before getting dressed himself. “You too, James.”

Bucky made a displeased sound, but he obeyed. He was still getting used to his new arm – including actual feelings – that Tony had made him. It had been their greatest source of… bonding. Bucky had spent hours in the workshop with Tony calibrating the arm. They had quipped and talked, gotten to know each other. Tony was nothing like Howard, which, apparently was the greatest compliment Bucky could have given Tony.

“What… do we tell others?”, asked Bucky slowly when they exited the king’s quarters.

A couple of Dora Milaje stood in front of it. They acted stoic and didn’t react to the three exiting, but they still very well saw them. T'Challa greeted them before taking Bucky’s flesh-hand in his own and reaching for Tony with his other hand.

“What would you be comfortable telling them, James?”, asked T'Challa gently.

“I…”, started Bucky with a frown. “You’re the king. And this is the Tony Stark.”

“Heh, I like that”, laughed Tony amused. “I mean, we would certainly be quite the scandal couple. But the thing about Wakanda is that while its borders are open, paparazzi haven’t been stupid enough to try anything. They are way too afraid of the Dora Milaje. So, no one’s saying we gotta make a public engagement announcement, Bucky-Bear.”

“What Tony is saying is that we do not have to tell anyone, albeit I suspect most of the Avengers have been onto us for weeks”, offered T'Challa.

“Yeah, Nat knows. Nat knows everything. Rhodey knows, because I told him – hey, a guy’s gotta whine about the two hot guys tempting him”, argued Tony.

“Stevie knows about… uh, my feelings”, tagged Bucky on.

“So, basically, the only Avengers who don’t know are… Clint, Peter and maybe Sam, though Sam is a bright guy and I suspect he has figured it out too”, mused Tony.

“Might as well tell them”, sighed Bucky with a defeated nod. “If there is something to tell.”

“Well, I’m too old for this whole one-night-stand nonsense”, chimed Tony lightly. “And I think we should see where this could be going, mh?”

“We could. We should”, agreed T'Challa with a light smile.

The three of them entered the private kitchen of the royal family together. It was usually where the Avengers ate whenever they stayed over in Wakanda. And while not all Avengers were present, at least some had already found their way here. Steve and Sam were leaning against the counter, discussing something over coffee, while the teenagers were sitting at the table eating pancakes. Shuri, Peter and Ned Leeds – who was not actually an Avenger, but Peter’s best friend and also in on Peter’s secret identity. So while not a regular to go with them, since this was a larger outing of the Avengers, they had invited Peter’s best friend along too. Ned had been over the moon.

“Ah, look at our kids bickering”, chuckled Tony fondly. “It’s hard, raising a teen, isn’t it?”

Peter perked up and smiled at Tony, handing him a coffee. “Good morning, Mister St—Tony.”

“Good boy, he’s learning”, laughed Tony. “Thank you, Peter.”

“Yours at least adore you”, grunted T'Challa with a frown.

“Mister Stark is the best!”, exclaimed Ned enthusiastically.

“You’re just saying that because you’re still trying to butter me up to build an actual Death Star for you”, countered Tony amused and sat down with the teenagers.

“Look at them”, huffed T'Challa, staring at his sister. “How nice they are to Tony.”

“They do not have to live with Tony 24/7”, countered Shuri. “No offense, Tin Man.”

“No, that’s a fair enough argument”, chuckled Tony.

Bucky got them plates with pancakes and sat down next to Tony. “Have you considered how much you stress your brother by living with him 24/7, princess?”

“Oi, what are you accusing me of there, White Wolf?”, asked Shuri offended.

“You’re a little punk. With all due respect”, chuckled Bucky.

“I mean, Petey’s too!”, argued Tony, pointing at Peter.

Peter looked at him like a kicked puppy at this. “Mister Stark-”

“Going after the Vulture all on your own, without the suit or backup, you took ten years off my life!”, exclaimed Tony, running his fingers through his hair. “I had to dye to cover the gray!”

“Mister Sta—ark”, whined Peter, hanging his head low.

“I’m sure Shuri has taken far more years off my life by now”, stated T'Challa dryly.

“Oh, is this a competition now?”, wanted Tony to know, raising one eyebrow.

“You’re both gonna lose if we’re starting a competition about a punk-ass kid who took years off your life”, declared Bucky dead seriously, stirring his coffee.

“Buck? You don’t have a kid”, interjected Steve confused as him and Sam finally joined the table.

The kitchen fell very quiet. Ned and Peter exchanged a pointed look, while the adults all stared at Steve like he had grown a second head. Sam heaved a deep sigh and patted Steve’s back.

“You, you big, blonde oaf”, stated Sam pointedly. “He’s talking about you.”

“What-”, asked Steve surprised, looking around.

“Captain Rogers, sir, we literally learn about that in our history classes”, pointed Peter out.

“Yeah! The adventurous pre-serum times! How you used to be a stick and still chased bullies and had Bucky clean it all up afterward”, agreed Ned, nodding wildly.

“Wait. Why are you learning that in your history class?”, asked Steve flustered.

“It’s the great origin story of the righteous Captain America”, chuckled Tony amused. “Always fighting for the little guy, even when you were a little guy yourself. And judging from everything Buck’s been telling me in the past weeks, the history books were very generous on it all.”

“Punk’s got into a different fight every single week. Sometimes an asthma attack took him out before the bullies could”, grunted Bucky with a deadpan expression. “The number of times I nearly had a heart-attack because of you, Stevie-”

“Oh, come on, Bucky, I never-”, argued Steve.

“You literally signed up for a quite shady secret government program that injected you with an untested drug, all of this without telling Bucky”, pointed Peter out. “…Captain Rogers, sir.”

“Traitor”, muttered Steve beneath his breath, cheeks red.

“There, Parker. You and me aren’t the worst”, declared Shuri pleased.

“Yay to that!”, agreed Peter, high-fiving with Shuri.

Steve sulked and sank deeper in his chair. Sam chuckled and shook his head as he pushed some pancakes down toward Steve, who while still sulking started eating. Tony smiled bemused, resting his chin on his hand and staring at Bucky fondly, who looked rather pleased with himself.

“So, the three of you finally… did something about that cut-able tension?”, asked Sam.

“Yes, we did”, confirmed Bucky and cleared his throat.

“I told you, brother. Modern times. Polyamorous long-distance relationships can work”, declared Shuri pleased, nodding slowly. “You just gotta make them work. And use your words.”

“Yes, yes, if I had listened to you, I could have already wined and dined them both for weeks”, sighed T'Challa with a roll of his eyes. “Alas, it all worked out perfectly well.”

He gave Bucky’s hand a squeeze, earning a nearly shy smile from Bucky. Tony bit his lips at how adorable that was and he leaned in to kiss Bucky’s cheek on impulse.

“So, wait, are we related then?”, asked Peter thoughtfully. “Since my superhero-dad and your brother are together, are we then like in-laws or something?”

“We’re not married and I never adopted you. You need to stop making people believe I’m your father, Peter”, grunted Tony pointedly and a little flustered. “I have had to come to a board-meeting concerning your parentage and who I paid off to keep it quiet, kiddo.”

Peter looked the opposite of apologetic. Bucky grunted amused and shook his head.

“You’d think he’s Stevie’s apprentice”, muttered Bucky beneath his breath.

“Thank you, Sargent”, chimed Peter.

“That was not a compliment, kiddo”, snorted Sam amused.

“Depends on how you interpret it”, countered Peter with an innocent smile.

“You are all menaces in one way or another”, stated T'Challa seriously.

He pointed at Shuri, Peter and Steve equally. Tony laughed and leaned back in his chair.

/break\

“We’ll make this work somehow, even when you leave for New York again, Tony.”

The three of them had decided to take a walk through the palace’s garden together after breakfast – mainly to get away from the team’s teasing. They had come to sit down at a pond together, Tony in the middle, resting a hand on Bucky’s thigh and having one arm around T'Challa’s waist.

“Top notch technology will make it so you won’t even miss me”, assured Tony amused. “Besides, for now I’ll be here for two weeks, so let us make the best of that first, mh?”

“Oh, I believe my mother and sister have already planned at least half a dozen dates for us”, sighed T'Challa a little embarrassed. “They have been trying to be… useful.”

“That’s adorable”, grinned Tony and leaned in to kiss T'Challa’s cheek.

The king looked flustered at that, though also a little pleased. “But you are, of course, right. With Wakandan technology, we can see each other every day despite any distance and you are always welcomed here, Tony. I have a room in the palace for you.”

“I preferred your room, Bagheera”, grinned Tony and kissed him. “What do you say, Buckster?”

“I liked your room too, T'Challa”, agreed Bucky with a grin.

T'Challa laughed, eyes sparkling as he leaned back and looked at his new lovers. “Perfect, then.”

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What Will You Do When Everyone Knows? Final Chapter

Ladybug and Cat Noir are having trouble with the newest akuma. She’s dressed all in black, hardly speaks, and keeps slipping through their fingers. To make things worse, she exposes Ladybug’s identity to the world. Which should Marinette be more concerned about? The world’s reaction, or her partner’s?

Rated PG for action. Chapter word count: 3,200.

Read chapter 1 here. Read chapter 12 here.

Ladybug landed on the deserted street next to the Eiffel Tower. An announcement would soon go out that the akuma had been defeated, and people would start trickling back within moments, so she detransformed while she still had a chance and took off in the direction of Anatole's apartment. Tikki ducked into her bag, and Marinette grabbed her phone. The texts from Alya were still there. That probably wasn't a good sign.

She'd gone two blocks before she stopped to catch her breath and check her direction. No one honked their horn at her. No one waved at her as she passed them. No one even looked twice at her. No one, except for Alya.

"Hey! There you are! Can you believe this?!"

Marinette caught her friend in a tight hug as the tightness in her chest started loosen. "Believe what?" she asked.

"I can't believe it! Argh!" She let go of Marinette and shook a fist at the sky, a fist that held her phone. "I texted her! I had her yoyo number in my phone, and it's gone! There were videos, comments, blog posts, all wiped!"

Marinette barely contained her relieved sigh. Everything on the internet was gone, too? That was one problem taken care of.

"So, how much do you remember, exactly?" she asked. "Uh, because I'm not sure... what I forgot?"

"Almost everything, I think." She grabbed Marinette's arm and started walking in the direction of home. With the sun down, the sky was getting darker by the second, and the wind had picked up even more. They probably had only minutes until they started getting wet.

"Almost everything" was more than Marinette had assumed, based on Cat Noir's reaction. He probably remembered most of it too, then. Would he remember where she lived? That he confessed to her? A piece of her was upset that she wouldn't be able to talk to Alya about that.

"Super frustrating," Alya said.

"Tell me about it. But you seem to be taking this well."

"To tell the truth," Alya said, leaning in, "I do remember one thing. That I wasn't surprised. You know what that means?"

Marinette shook her head, concerned. Alya gave her an evil grin. "She's already on my list of suspects. I'll let you know what I find out."

Deep internal sigh. Well, it hadn't been so bad having her best friend know, right?

Alya spent the first half of the trip home alternately telling Marinette to hurry up and picking her brain for what she remembered about the past few days. They were waiting at a crosswalk when Cat Noir landed on a lamp post right next to them.

Marinette put a hand to her mouth to try to cover her gasp. He looked bad. His face and ears were both drooping, and he seemed to be moving with the least energy possible. "Are you okay, Cat?" she said, then added quickly, "Noir?" Ladybug might be on a first-name basis with him, but Marinette wasn't. Not anymore. It felt weird.

"Oh, sure," he said, trying to straighten his shoulders and giving her a quick smile that was so sad it nearly broke her heart. "I was just looking for Alya, making sure she got away safely."

Putting others first, doing his job, even when he was obviously in pain. How like her Kitty. She couldn't help but wonder if he would have been more honest if she'd been in costume. There was a gap between them, and she didn't like it, didn't like it, didn't like it.

"I'm fine," Alya said with a smile. "Thanks for checking in on me." At least someone was happy.

"What about you, Marinette?" he asked. "That was probably pretty scary for you, too."

She smiled at him sadly. "I'm fine. Thank you." No familiarity. No nicknames. He was professional and perfectly polite.

She hated it.

A few fat raindrop plopped around them and splattered on their faces. Alya put her hands over her head, but Marinette covered her purse instead. She didn't want Tikki to catch a cold again.

"I should let you two get home," Cat Noir said and left without another word.

"Wow." The light turned, and Alya strode into the crosswalk. "He looked pretty heartbroken. I'm sure he'll be okay, though. He seems pretty resilient."

"I hope so."

"He must have forgotten, too," Alya continued. "I can't believe everyone forgot!"

"Yeah, it's a shame."

Despite the rain, Alya got her phone back out, shielding it with a hand. It wasn't very effective. "I've got to make a post about everything I learned, though. Chantal totally spilled her guts. She was dying to tell somebody."

"That was kind of her deal, telling secrets." And she had a captive audience. Ugh! Stupid Cat! "So what happened?"

"University stuff," Alya said. "She had a really good interview with the ParisTech people, and she thought she had it in the bag, so she let everyone know. She thought she was just waiting for the confirmation letter. But she got accepted to Dauphine instead." The wind blew sheets of water all around them. Marinette could feel it starting to soak through her clothing and drip from her hair down the back of her neck. "She thought it was a mistake, that she could fix it. She didn't have the heart to disappoint everyone."

Alya bent over her phone, trying to use her body to protect it from the elements. Marinette had to steer her away from walls and keep her from walking into the street.

"Meanwhile, her boyfriend started applying for jobs down there and got a really good one near the campus. He put a security deposit on an apartment and everything."

"Oh," Marinette said. That's why Chantal claimed it had been her fault. She was the one who started the whole thing. "So that's what they fought about."

"Yeah," Alya said. "He surprised her with the good news, and she finally had to come clean. They both started accusing each other of hiding all sorts of things. The trust was broken." She stopped typing to look up at her friend. "Her secret ruined their relationship."

She turned back to her phone and continued to type. Would Marinette's secret ruin her relationship with her partner? Well, not relationship relationship... Maybe, if it weren't for Adrien.

Adrien! Oh, no! He would have forgotten too. She was back to being just be that awkward girl at school to him. Too bad she couldn't let him know her secret identity. They'd actually been getting somewhere!

Alya's voice brought her back to the present. "I love getting kidnapped by akumas."

"That makes one of us," Marinette grumbled. "I worry about you a lot. Every time." Alya squinted at her phone and didn't hear her.

By the time Marinette had gotten back home after dropping Alya off, she was soaked to the bone and it was dark outside. The last time she'd come home in a rain storm, the bakery had been closed, and her parents and Cat Noir had been waiting for her upstairs. When she came home this time, they were safe behind the counter of the empty shop, starting to close for the night.

"Oh, good," Sabine said. "We saw it on the news. We were hoping you'd be back soon."

Saw what on the news? What were they talking about?

"How's Alya handling it?" her mother continued.

"Did Cat Noir forget, too?" Tom asked.

"Uh..." Marinette stopped breathing. "Forget what?"

"That you're Ladybug," they said together.

"Uh, no? I'm not- don't know what you're-"

"It's all right," Sabine said, coming around the counter and putting her arms around her daughter. "We already knew, so there wasn't anything to take away." Marinette squirmed and almost got out of the hug before her father wrapped his arms around both of them. Her parents finding out was uncomfortable, but... actually, this wasn't so bad.

"Alya's fine," she said eventually. "Cat Noir forgot, too. He'll be okay." I hope.

"A shame," Tom said. "I would have liked to have him around more often."

Sabine let go and held Marinette's face in her hands instead. "We know this is a dangerous job that you've taken, but it's comforting to know that you've got a good partner to help you."

There was only so much of the news reports she could handle. She'd watched people's reactions for over an hour. There was speculation on her identity. There were questions about why it had taken so long. There were theories on Chantal's motives. All were wrong. Rain pelted her dark skylight and thunder pealed outside. She hoped Cat Noir had gotten home okay. She couldn't text him to ask.

"Why are you still unhappy, Marinette?" Tikki asked, thoughtful. She'd come out of hiding as soon as Marinette closed the trapdoor and had immediately made sure that everything was back to normal. The pictures were back. The diary was in its case and locked up. She'd spent most of the evening watch Marinette grow increasingly restless while munching on cookies. "You should be happy. Chantal is safe, and Hawk Moth's been stopped for now. Everything's fine now. You got everything you wanted."

Marinette just shrugged. She'd gotten most of what she wanted. She'd never wanted Cat Noir to get hurt, especially not because of her.

She turned the news off, only to find herself on the Ladyblog a few seconds later. Alya had posted her information on Chantal, in a little more detail, along with her analysis of what the miraculous cure had done. What it was supposed to. Undone the damage the akuma had caused. All of it. Everyone's memories had been erased, along with anything that would remind them of what they'd forgotten. There were no hints, and no clues left anywhere. She was completely safe.

Marinette skimmed the post and then the comments. Nothing new. She almost closed it to go back to the news when she saw a new comment near the bottom with Cat Noir's name in it. The poster reported that Cat Noir was still transformed and was running around in the rain.

Her heart sank. Had he been out there that whole time? She knew was upset, but she hadn't realized he was "run around in the rain for over an hour" upset. The poor boy was probably drenched and freezing. And lonely.

"Tikki, we're going," she said. The kwami looked up in confusion but didn't complain when she was pulled into the miraculous. His dot on her locator was close by and wasn't moving. There had to be something she could do to make him feel better. At the very least, she could let him know that she was going to be there for him.

Thunder cracked above her. They were both going to be soaked. She did have an umbrella, the one that Adrien had given her so long ago, the one she'd never had the desire to return. She grabbed it and pushed herself out into the rain.

She found Cat Noir in under a minute, sitting on the ledge of an apartment building, shoulders hunched, tail flopping over the edge. Ladybug landed behind him quietly, hoping that she wasn't going to upset him further by coming.

"It affects miraculous holders too," he said without turning toward her. "I've forgotten, so you should be safe from Hawk Moth." Even his hair looked sad. Instead of its normal crazy, carefree style, it was slicked down against his head. His cat ears were pressed flat, too. She brushed a hand against her hip, which had stopped hurting as soon as she'd used her miraculous cure. It wasn't fair that it had taken away her physical pain, but given him emotional pain.

There was plenty of room on the ledge, so she sat with him and opened the umbrella. It was too late to keep them dry, but maybe she could keep him from catching a cold. As soon as she was settled, he laid his head on her shoulder. Below them, the lamp posts gave off puddles of soft light.

Would it really be so bad if he knew who she was? Everyone already assumed that they did. Was it true what he'd said earlier? That she was just afraid of who he was underneath the mask? Was she afraid it would change their partnership? She'd spent so much time lately reacting in fear, but she shouldn't let fear make decisions for her. So what did she actually want? She rested her cheek on his head. It was freezing.

"How much do you remember?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. There's so many holes. A lot, I guess? That I was happy you were... you. That I met your family and really liked them. I don't remember anything about them, though. I remember-" He stopped to take a deep breath, like he was bracing himself for more pain. "That you like someone else. But I can't remember who it is."

She glanced down at him. There it was. The pain that she'd always expected. His face twisted with sorrow and with the effort to hide it from her, but it was too much for him to mask, and it was killing her. Why now? Why did this only bother him now?

They'd be safer with secrets. Their partnership was strong enough to survive keeping them. It wouldn't be ruined like Chantal's had been. But if they did, Cat Noir, the partner who loved her (and whom she loved back, just not the way he wanted) would be in pain. He lifted his head and wiped what she hoped were only raindrops off his cheeks. What should she do?

"I have to go," he said, getting up suddenly.

"Wait!" She scrambled to her feet, dropping the umbrella, which spun lazily near on the ledge. A gust of wind blowing the wrong way would send it over the edge. Cat Noir didn't stop.

"Wait!" she called again. She wasn't ready to make this decision yet. He crouched, preparing jump.

"MARINETTE!"

He froze, back still to her. Maybe this wasn't a smart idea. She felt like she'd swallowed all of the akumas she'd ever purified. There was no way to undo it this time. Despite how nervous she was, this still somehow felt... right. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and she took a steadying breath.

"My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. You know... Princess?"

He finally turned around, all shadow of hurt gone. His face held an odd mixture shock and elation, like someone had just proved that Santa really was real. "I remember," he whispered. "I remember everything." He started walking back toward her. "Thank you for trusting me, My Lady." He picked up the umbrella before it got blown into the street below and handed it to her. She took it from him hesitantly, shielding them both, and had a strong sense of deja vu.

"I want you to know who I am," he said. "I want you to know all of me. Can I... can I tell you now? Please?"

She should have expected that question, honestly. "I still think it's dangerous, but it's your identity. It should be your decision."

"Really?!" Cat Noir was ecstatic, and it started to rub off on her.

She grinned up at him, unconcerned with how wet they were getting or how closely they were standing together. "Go fur it."

"You just made a cat pun!"

"Oh, just tell me who you are already."

He didn't tell her. In a flash of green light, he detransformed for her. Ladybug stood transfixed as his clothes changed and his black ears and mask dissolved. A black kwami spun out of his ring, which had changed to shiny silver.

"FFFFIINNNAALLLY!" the kwami said.

In front of her stood Adrien Agreste.

Wait.

Waaaaait.

"So Cat hadn't- you weren't- not teasing me about having a crush on Adrien." They were the same person? That couldn't be right. "He- You were just r-really happy?" In what crazy universe was this possible?

"Pfft. Understatement of the year," the kwami said. "Now he can gush to you about how much he loves you instead of me!"

"P-Plagg!" Adrien's blush was so deep she could see it in the dim light. "You can't say things like that!"

"What? You gush all the time."

"Hey!"

"Not my fault it's true."

Ladybug was still trying to get her brain back online. Cat Noir was Adrien? Adrien was Cat Noir? This was insane. Well, Adrien would make a great superhero, true, and Cat Noir's kindness rivaled Adrien's, sure, but the two were so different!

Her thoughts were chaotic. Fragments of ideas and reactions crowded her mind until they finally crystalized into one bright spot of clarity.

"OH MY GOSH YOU'VE BEEN IN MY ROOM!"

The two boys stopped arguing to look at her. After a few seconds of silence, Adrien started to laugh and gave her a very Cat-like grin, and she could finally see her partner in his face. It was better proof that they were the same person than seeing him transform had been.

"Yeah," he said with a growing smirk. "I love your décor."

Ladybug gasped. She reached out to smack his shoulder, but her caught her hand. "I've had some secrets of my own that I've been wanting to tell you. One was my identity." He gestured down at himself. "The second one, well, I hope I've made it clear that I like you, a lot. You're wonderful. My favorite part of any day is the part I get to spend with you." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. Ladybug was having trouble breathing. Was this actually happening? "What I'm trying to say is... I love you. I have from the very beginning."

Adrien was Cat Noir. Cat Noir was Adrien. She glanced up at the umbrella she still held over them, and he followed her gaze.

"Is that the one I gave you?"

"Y-yeah," she admitted quietly. "I kept it. I've loved you from the moment you handed it to me. I guess you already figured out how I feel, though."

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Their noses were almost touching. His other hand reached up to the umbrella and covered her fingers gently. "You can tell me as often as you like." He closed the gap between them and kissed her softly.

For the first time in three days, she felt truly warm. She let herself melt against him, felt the texture of his collar as her free hand reached up to cradle his head, the softness of his hair as she let her fingers run through it, and felt his lips on hers.

And then she felt a sharp pain on her forehead and jerked backward. "Wha-"

Plagg had a few strands of her bangs in his paws. "I want to see Tikki."

"Plagg! Seriously?!" How was Adrien still adorable when he was mad?

"You can see her later," Ladybug said as she flicked him away. "I'm busy."

She pulled Adrien back down to her. They kissed until the umbrella closed on them.

THE END

That’s it! Thank you so much for reading! Check back next week for a new multi-chapter story, and also another entry for Miraculous Fluff Month, even though that event ended weeks ago. XD

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A one shot of Kira and Keriahe in their past

(( A little piece of how Kira/Keri became a duo. Keriahe 15, Kira 17, before the murder. Daiko is Kiras boss. Please ignore the typos))

Kira walked into Daiko’s office with a deep sigh, tired. The first case was done and gone months ago, but work never stops and the bad guys don’t rest. She doesn’t even look up.

”Did you want to see me, Uncle?”

“Aaaaw great, you’re here…” a familiar voice rings out. Kira immediately looks up, to recognize the same redheaded brat she babysat. Keriahe glared her down through her furrowed brows, with a bandaid over her nose.

“God fuck, who did you fight this time to end up HERE?!” Kira exclaimed, already expecting Daiko to lay out what she needs to cover up.

“Girls, GIRLS!” Daiko interrupted. “Please behave, as you two will be working together from now on-”

“BULLSHIT-!” both girls yelled in unison, before glaring at each other.

“Uncle Daiko, this is unprecedented. I know that her parents worked for the agency way back when, but for crying out loud, she is a civilian! And a brat to top that off-”

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A BRAT, YOU SPOILED BRAT!?” Keriahe interrupted Kira’s protesting.

Before the argument could continue, Daiko knocked on his desk with his cane as if it were a gavel.

“GIRLS, you two better behave before I have to put you in time out! Kira, as you might have heard, Keriahe has been working with Miles Smiley, and training under his command. I have a very special case for you, but you will need some additional muscle.” Daiko explained, as he rummaged among his papers, tossing the file closer to the two. “This case involves a specific couple of ex-mafia members. They have been messing in our area, and according to Agent Smiley, his men have seen them trying to sabotage cameras and other communication centers near police stations.”

Kira grabs the file before Keriahe can, skimming over it. Keriahe lets out a louder huff. “Isn’t this something you cops can figure out together with electricians? Like, why am I necessary here?”

“For once we can agree…. This looks open and shut, the perpetrators have been caught on cams, and their motives are obvious.” Kira muses, looking over the photos.

“Are they obvious?” Daiko teased, arching a brow. “Do inform me…”

Keriahe joined Daiko on the skeptical look. Kira glanced over the photos and reports one more time, before passing the papers to Keriahe out of courtesy. “The bags they have look suspiciously like they could have a bomb in them, and we have received multiple false alarm bomb calls from those areas. They are trying to set up a mess and a half, while everyone is scrambling to fix the cams and whatnot for someone to blow the place up.” she simply lays out, looking satisfied with her conclusion.

“Are you a dumbass or something? Why would they let themselves be seen then?” Keriahe asked, scoffing.

“They are decoys. It’s obvious they aren’t at the top of the operation, just acting like pawns in this scheme.” Kira proclaimed, sticking her tongue out at Keriahe. Sure the redhead is younger than her, but god did her attitude piss her off.

“Not bad..! But, this is exactly why you need back up. Corner them and get information from them. Who are they working with and why.” Daiko explained, walking around his desk closer to the girls, placing a hand on their shoulders. Keriahe immediately pushed his hand off with a growl.

“STILL doesn’t explain why Kitty cat over there is here! I can do this just fine by myself, or I can grab someone to join from our team!” Kira protested again, glaring daggers back at Keriahe, who was seething over the nickname, cursing her out under her breath.

“Because of her affiliation with Smiley. She would know how to find a common language with gang members, and a better way to intimidate them. She will be the bad cop to your good cop, so to say…” the old man explained. Keriahe sneered.

“Fair enough, most of those rat bastards still remember me as the teenage street fighter Feral Cat, so they know not to dick with me-” Keriahe proudly admitted only to hear a “HAH!” from Kira.

“Oh yeah, coz a 14 year old tiny delinquent is sooooooooo scary, oh I am SHAKING in my boots-”

“OH SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT?! You are only a year and a half older than me, you are a kid yourself!”

“I have proper military and police training, and I am taller and more mature than you! Maybe if you actually listened to the adults in your life you wouldn’t be in a gang right now…”

“OH YEAH, Coz being a pain in literally everyones ass is SO much better right?! I bet I could kick your ass here and now! Fucking go die-”

“GLADLY, but unfortunately, I have work obligations that won’t allow it!”

“Glad to see you two get along…” Daiko sighed, sarcastic. “LOOK! You two must come back alive and in one piece! Your assigned names for this mission are Midnight Wolf and Feral Cat respectively.”

“OI! Don’t go thinking I am joining this circus only coz I am helping out right now-” Keriahe interrupted.

“Of course not, but code names are necessary, so that you two can’t be tracked… Now, play nice you two~” Daiko wished to the two. The girls shot a glare to each other again, before Kira bowed to Daiko. “Whatever…” Keriahe scoffed, making it for the door, leaving Kira to catch up.

The two teens marched on through the streets, Kira taking the lead. As Keriahe trailed behind she kept shooting looks at the older one. The intense expression she caught on her face before was beginning to irk her, even more so because of what she said earlier.

“Can’t ya make a less stone face? It looks like you’re about to shit your pants or something…” she tried to chide her, only to get a huff.

“Oh, sorry, I guess I can’t help it with a pain in the ass trailing after me…” Kira grumbled back, finally shooting a glare over her shoulder. Keriahe stopped dead in her tracks at the stare. This sort of agression wasn’t common from Kira. Sure the insults and remarks were a daily routine for them, but something in those eyes didn’t look normal.

“Jeez louise, get that stick out of your ass- All I’m saying is that you look like you are about to fight a man…” Keriahe responded, catching back up. “What happened to ya?”

The sudden tone shift only caught Kira off guard as she snapped back from her own thoughts for a second. Sure, Keriahe wasn’t the type to never check in on her, after all they have known each other since the twins were born. The shift simply was too sudden. However…

“Must you always be so curious? Just a rough day is all it is, and let’s leave it at that.” she rambled off, trying to keep her cool. Though Keriahe couldn’t help but snort.

“You’ve always sucked at lying, you lanky bitch… Come on, cough it up..” Yup, there was the call out. Kira might have been trained well to read people. Yet outright lying never worked for her. She shuffled a little uncomfortably into her jacket, the readheads eyes boring into her, as much as she avoided eye contact. Keriahe got impatient, nudging her arm. ”Oi, ya deaf or somethin’-”

Kira cried out in pain, forcing Keriahe to step right back. She clutched at her arm where Keriahe nudged her, trying to regain composure.

“Okay, I know I hit hard, but that should NOT have caused that shriek-! Did you get hurt?” Keriahe questioned, trying to put a hand on Kira’s shoulder, only for her to move away.

“DON’T! Touch that side…. I.. I fell earlier… That whole arm is fucked up… I’ll be fine, I managed to finish training today even like this, I can keep working…” she explained, avoiding looking at Keriahe entirely. Yet still Keriahe knew something else had to be wrong.

Spitefully the redhead touched Kira’s shoulder, noticing the wince. “Yea… sure… If that’s a fall, I’m Saint Mary… Was.. was your stepdad back at it again?” she asked, her voice surprisingly softer. Kira however was not too happy to be figured out, looking over at her.

“It was mom… Is… Am I that obvious?”

“Not really… Working for Mister Smiley though taught me a bit… Ya know you can stay with my family if something happens right? Sure, I might hate your guts, but my siblings damn adore ya, and I guess I can suffer through a couple of days-” Keriahe tried to offer some support. As much as Kira was her rival, she still took care of her little siblings and helped them all with homework and other things where she could. Despite everything, she had to admit Kira isn’t just some asshole.

“That won’t be neccesary… If I try to run away or hide it will get only worse I recon… But… Thanks for the offer. I appreciate it.” Kira responded, looking away again. She couldn’t get choked up now, not on the job anyway.

The rest of the walk to the destination continued in silence. Of course Keriahe had more snarky comments up her sleeve, but right now they all sounded out of place. She nearly bumped into Kira as she suddenly stopped.

“Okay, so this is the crossroad they seem to target the most… Am I wrong or is there a metro nearby?” Kira asked, as she survayed the area.

“Yeah, I think so…? Onarimon station should be around the corner that way… This is Atago, right?” Keriahe mumbled, looking around further. “Yeah, there’s the Family Mart I stop by-!” suddenly she chimed out, pointing in that direction. “Wait… why are you asking?”

“Hmmm… Onarimon… that should be the Mita line…. Could the culprits be traveling along that line?”

“Thaaat doesn’t really narrow it down, does it? The line goes from Meguro to Itabashi, that’s like five cities through…” Keriahe huffed.

“You seem to know that line well. How so?”

“Me and the guys were trying to plan out a trip and one of the lines we needed was Mita, plus school stuff… What can I say, my memory serves me well I guess…”

Kira hummed in response. Keriahe observed her as Kira started watching people closely. She seemed lost in thought before she suddenly began walking again. “Wait, where are we goin’?” Keriahe exclaimed, running after her. Kira merely shushed her, seemingly following something. Keriahe furrowed her brows, looking up ahead. A few sharp turns, and they found themselves in an alleyway near the station. Only then did Kira’s phone ping with a new message. The two men they had tailed after suddenly looked up at the sound.

“Right, so that’s the notification for the damaged camera, the third time this week. Mind explaining yourself, gentlemen?” Kira asked, innocently tilting her head. Keriahe stared at the two men, already taking position next to Kira, blocking off the way if they tried to bolt.

“Huh? And what are you little girls doing here, hmm? In an alley with two old men, do you really want to test your luck?” one of the men tried to feign innocence. Kira sighed. “Tadashi Yashihiro, age 40, and Sugihara Keisuke, age 38. Ex-members of Inagawa-kai… To leave the third largest family in Japan, and do something petty like this… I wonder what the pay is…” she said, matter-of-factly.

“OI! How do you know-”

”Do you really think your criminal records don’t show this? Inagawa-kai might be huge, but they don’t bother erasing traffic violations for a couple of lazy idiots who don’t know how to park.” Kira inrerrupted. Keriahe snorted loudly. “Man- Imagine going under the radar for most of your crimes, but it’s a traffic violation that does you in, what losers…” she taunted. Both girls smirked to each other as the older men growled. “Alright you shits, what do you want?”

“It’s simple… Tell me who you are working for now, and I might let you leave…” Kira suggested.

”HA! Why should we tell you anything!? You are just some little teenage brat, bet you would sell nicely on the red light district!”

Keriahe’s eye twitched at the remark, feeling a growl grow in her throat. However Kira’s giggle interrupted whatever insult she was about to spew.

“Please, you two have been caught on camera’s and multiple police stations know I am on this case. If I were to go missing, do you really think they wouldn’t put two and two together? Or are you both truly so daft?” she asked, making small yet determined steps closer. “I should probably actually introduce myself. Detective Kira Tenkuu of Tokyo Private Agency. Now are we willing to-”

An abrupt stop as one of the men pulled out a gun, aiming right for her forehead. “Alright, enough jokes kids, get lost.” he growled. Kira however stared straight at him. Something about those piercing ice blue eyes and empty gaze made his hand shake. ”Glock 26…9 times 19milimeters… Good to conceal due to it’s small size, perfect for fast operations, and shoot up to 6 meters… We found rounds of this gun at a different location near Mitsubishi Ichigokan Museum… Still on the Mita line… So my theory was correct, your current group opperates in and around Mita station lines…” she spoke, her voice calm and clear, as if her life wasn’t being threatened right now. It sounded almost as if she were reading an excerpt from a book. Even Keriahe had to take a double-take at what was going on.

“I-I will shoot! Shut up!” the man shouted. A sudden cold enveloped the two men, a chill so strong that their breath was hanging in the air. His hands shook worse as he could have sworn the girls eyes were glowing in the darkness of the alley. ”Now now, no need for that… Even if you did shoot me, Atago station is nearby, and there are plenty of people in the street… The more of a ruckus you will cause, even if you get rid of me, you can’t get rid of everyone in the street… How about you put that down?” Kira responded, the emptyness of her voice making her sound less human. The man lowered his gun, hand shaking. This little girl was instilling fear in two grown men.

Finally Keriahe snapped out of her own shock, composing herself. “Alright, now that you two clowns have stopped causing a show… Who do ya work with anyway?” she asked, approaching them, still more cautious than Kira did. ”W-We won’t tell you brats nothing-!”

”Very few mafias function near this area you know… Simply process of elimination could work this out.” Kira suggested.

Keriahe grumbled. “Oi, what’s with the dragging it out, we can just beat the shit outta them for intel-” she argued.

“Really there is no need for that.” Kira huffed, glaring at Keriahe once again, this time in annoyance.

”Yeah, so instead we will start guessing every mafia on the fucking street, GRAND idea - do we start alphabetically or will you pull the order out of your ass?!” Keriahe barked back. Kira growled before turning back to the men, looking them over. It suddenly dawned on her.

“You two never left Inagawa after all, huh?” she asked, only barely letting the surprise come out.

”WHAAA-?! Bullshit—” Keriahe was about to argue, to be interrupted.

”H…how did you know?”

”You don’t JUST leave one of the three largest syndicates in Japan and JUST join a small gang that operates locally. Noone could pay the ammounts Inagawa do, and you have to be a complete idiot to just switch over like that. But this isn’t Inagawa-Kai signature at all, you lot work very quietly and even do charity work on the side. So what’s the deal?”

The men looked to each other, groaning. Kira looked to Keriahe, signaling something with a tilt of the head. At first Keriahe didn’t understand what she meant, before noting the phone in Kira’s hands behind her back. She took it from her, looking at the message discreetly.

”Co nt Act The Polive”

Horrid spell-check fail aside, Keriahe realized what she meant, staying behind her still.

It was in this moment one of the men suddenly came for Kira, grabbing her by the arm. “We’re willing to take our chances.” he growled, tugging her by the injured arm. Keriahe didn’t hesitate, running at the man and slamming him with all the speed and strength she could muster, knocking him back. The other man fired his gun, but luckily the girls were quick on their feet. A swift sweep to the mans ankles had him down as well. Keriahe roared as she pounced on the other man, forcing him to fall over. The police got there quickly.

“Hm, not bad, for a short-stack you hit pretty hard…” Kira praised Keriahe, as they were on their way back, after getting some taiyaki.

”Who ya calling a short-stack, Fucking weirdo!?” Keriahe yelled back. “I still can’t believe ya sussed them out like that… What gave it away even?!”

”Don’t yell… Well… Like I mentioned, Inagawa is the third largest family in Japan, they even function overseas, and hold too much power and are allied with THE largest syndicate in Japan, the Rokudaime Yamaguchi-Gumi… Splitting off from them would be a death sentence… I should have known though, that they were trying to cause mischief for antoher gang - the gun is not popular in Inagawa…” Kira began explaining, pulling out her small notebook from her pocket.

“Tokyo Washi, huh… Eagles… With a name like that they can’t be that big of a family yet…” she mused.

”Ya recon they work around this area?” Keriahe asked, peeking over at the notebook.

”Hmm… I might need to find a way to speak with them… Having Inagawa medle in their affairs must mean they are a threat to them… And a threat to them could be a friend to us.”

“Wha, ya thinkin’ of joining them or something? After giving me shit for Smiley?!”

“Oh no no no…. Simply to offer an Alliance is all… We will see~ Now keep up, I don’t want Felitzia on my ass for you getting home late!”

“ ‘tte OI! WHOSE FAULT IS IT THAT YOU TOOK YOUR SWEET ASS TIME!? …UGH WAIT FOR ME, DUMBFUCK!”

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