#literally that man is dripping w aura i love it

[killa-trav]

travis is sooooo

[husbandohunter]

Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future. 

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

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Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~ 

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7. 

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season. 

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching  the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find. 

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his.  Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate! 

[mrsnegan]

A Helping Hand

[Don't mind me, I'm horny for Negan, so I wrote this little fic. Pure smut, so be warned. Enjoy reading.]

Your hand reaches your panties and dips past them. You moan lightly while your fingers practically slide through your wet folds, all the while imagining it was him. It has always been him. His tall, dark and handsome aura fogging your mind, his gazes turning you on. And that smile. That awful sexy and self-assured smile of his drives you mad whenever he is near you. You would love to have the courage to step up to him and ask for what you want. But then again, he is hot-tempered at times and the last thing you want is to make him angry.

So you let your eyes flutter shut and your imagination take over. You're too deep (literally) to notice the knock on the door and someone stepping inside without waiting for your approval.

"Holy shit, doll."

The shriek that leaves your lips feels foreign to you. Your eyes stare wildly at the man himself, Negan, while sitting and trying to cover up as much as possible.

"W-what the hell", you ask flabbergasted, trying to calm yourself, still shocked about the man of your wet dreams standing in the middle of your room.

He seems to be amused about your red face and wild hair, stepping closer still.

"And here I thought you'd be in pain when in reality you just need a helping hand to get you off, am I right?" His dimples make you swoon. You avoid eye contact because you fear the hungry and mocking gaze of his.

"N-Negan," you stammer, still trying to pull the covers over your body. "Why didn't you knock?"

He laughs heartily, taking a step towards you, then another. "Oh babygirl, I did. But you seemed to be busy with fucking yourself on those dainty fingers of yours." He sat down on your bed, skimming his own fingers over your soft covers. "Fancy my fingers in your cunt, hmm? I bet they would perfectly fit down there and make you drool."

You're speechless enough to risk a look into his eyes and instantly drown in the heated gaze you're met with. Your cheeks turn even redder, your puls quickens. You clench around nothing at the promise of his long and thick fingers inside of you and feel yourself nod before you even have the chance to realize what happens here.

Negan grins widely, like you're his prey, and pulls at the covers.

"Well, well doll, your wish is my command. Let's see with what I'm working here."

You let him free your upper body and try to withhold the shame of being exposed like this.

"Fuckity fuck, would you look at those ripe and round titties of yours. Damn." He shifts nearer, his hand reaching out for your breasts, grazing your nipple with his fingers. You moan at this light touch, goosebumps forming over your skin.

"And so fucking responsive. I will have you screaming my name in no time", Negan rasps.

He fully uncovers your body, his eyes shifting to your center, over your legs and up again.

"Spread those fine legs, doll."

You do as he says, exposing your glistening center to his hungry eyes.

"Fucking shit, is this all for me?"

You nod absently when Negan lightly grasps your chin and makes you look at him.

"Don't be shy, baby, I know how much you want me inside of you. I know you're always staring at me like I'm your favorite lollipop and, let me be honest here, I'm getting hard at that thought alone. So don't hide yourself from me and let me make you feel good, get all that tension out of your system."

Negan's low voice makes you shiver and even wetter than you thought possible. Your hunger for him takes over, so you reach forward, clashing your lips against his.

He responds to your kiss immediately, pressing you against himself, his tongue entering your mouth. His hands hold your head securely while he is kissing you like a drowning man, claiming your mouth.

When you both separate for much needed air, he looks at you mischievously. His right hand leaves your hair and wanders up your bare leg towards your center. Your legs are spread still and open a bit wider when he reaches where you need him the most.

His fingers dance over your pussy, teasing you with light touches. "Rough or gentle, what makes you cum like a waterfall?"

You moan at the prospect of getting pleasured by his fingers, unable to answer him.

He slaps your cunt and the shock - more so than the slight pain accompanied by it - makes you jump. "Use your words, babygirl", he says.

"R-rough, I like it rough, Negan, please."

He grins at you, tapping your clit in quick motions, earning a rich moan from your lips.

"Dirty girl, getting off by getting her juicy pussy spanked. Who knew what a little kinky slut you are."

Negan motions for you to lay back, then pushes two fingers into your welcoming heat, his eyes transfixed by your lower lips taking him in greedily.

"Holy shit, you're dripping all over my fingers. Such a perfect little pussy. You ready?"

You can't answer him as fast as he starts pumping his fingers in and out, reaching all the right spots inside of you. You moan his name over and over again, your climax fast approaching, the pace of his glorious fingers relentless.

"Look at you, doll, you love it, yeah?"

You nod, trying to anchor yourself with your fingers helplessly grasping the sheets. You don't know if you've ever felt pleasure like this before, it's building like a hurricane inside of you.

Negan shifts his position, hovering over you so he can kiss your lips.

"I feel your damn walls clenching around me, you're cuming, aren't you?"

"Yes, fuck", you answer him out of breath, out of your mind.

He pulls out of your heat, rubbing your clit furiously with all of his fingers when you practically explode.

Your moan turns into a scream because of the immense pleasure, your vision goes blurry while you soak the sheets beneath you.

"Look at that", Negan hollers, proud of himself, "I just knew you were a squirter. Again."

His fingers are in you instantly, torturing your over-sensitive channel with fast movements, bringing you to the edge once again. He stimulates you so well, you can't think, can't breath, can't feel anything else than pure ecstasy.

Just when you start climaxing again, he withdraws his fingers, looking at your clenching hole squirt.

"Please", you sob uncontrollably, it's all too much, the pleasure leaving you panting and reeling.

But Negan doesn't respond, he bows down and laps up your juices like a starved man.

Your hands wander into his hair, trying to push him away. "Too much...fuck", you whimper. He pushes your hands away from him and looks up at you.

"Oh no, babygirl. I decide when it is too much. And I just know you have another one in you. I want you to cum again for me. One last time", he orders.

You can't argue with him, you're a complete mess, so you just moan when he puts his mouth onto you again, directly aiming for your clit. His fingers return to your heat, pushing themselves into you. You don't know how many of them fit into your quivering hole but you feel so full and completely helpless. It just takes a few moments, his precise thrusts and him sucking your clit roughly to make you lose control. You cum right on his face, screaming his name.

Your ears are ringing, your body a quivering mess. You feel Negan beside you, your senses too distant to really notice what he's doing. It takes you several minutes to catch your breath and feel his arms around your body.

"Oh baby, you're completely destroyed. You came so good for me, such a good girl", he praises while he presses light kisses against your neck.

"Let me hold you for a bit, then I will clean you up properly. Shh", he hushes you, before you relax fully into him. You're too exhausted to answer him, so you cuddle against him, close your eyes and drift off.

[imagineurfavs]

Nu’est - Baekho A-Z

“I knowww you’re in hiatus but would you consider a Baekho A-Z ??? Your last couple asks have me thinking fr”

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A - Aftercare

Boy gets so cuddly afterwards, he just wants to lay together until the end of time lmao, so it’ll probably take him a minute to even think about aftercare. But he’ll probably run a bath or shower for you

B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner)

on himself he likes his arms, they’re big and strong, he loves that he can hold you close to him no matter what position yall are in. On his partner he likes their legs, esp when you wrap them around his waist when he’s on top of you...oof...nice.

C - Cum

Likes the intimacy of cumming inside you, but if that’s not an option, he likes to cum on either your stomach or your chest. He’ll glance at it for a second, looking super proud, then rush off all bashful and shy to go get a towel lmao

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes he cries when he cums lol. Not bc he's like overly in his feelings or anything like that, like it's just a reflex that happens sometimes and he has no idea why. He won't be like full on bawling either but like you'll look over at him and just see his eyes all glossy with like a single tear drop on his cheek djdjd

E - Experience

It’s a tricky one lmao. I feel like he’s just got a natural way with people lol, he’s a pro at wooing anyone. However, he doesn’t strike me as much of a one night stand kinda guy. Idk, I’d say he’s got a fair amount of experience, but from relationships, so like...its moreso, he’s done it a lot, rather than he’s done a lot of different stuff...yknow??

F - Favourite Position

Anything where he can keep your face close to his and maintain close eye contact. He likes being able to whisper sweet nothing's in your ear and kiss you freely whenever he wants

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc)

I wouldn't say he's humorous per se, but he's just smiley and sweet lol. He likes to keep the atmosphere warm and loving, the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable in his company

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He’s not like, immaculately clean shaven, but he’s not super wild either lol, he keeps it at a middle ground.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Mans a total romantic, even in times when yall are in a rush and it's just a question of chasing that climax, even then he's just got words of love flowing non stop out of his mouth

J - Jack Off (Masturbation)

Almost every day, if not every day lol. It’s something he just kinda does without thinking. Like, he’ll be in bed, winding down, relaxing...then without knowing it his hand is in his pants lmao

K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks)

Now, this is where it gets a lil controversial lmao. I dont think Baekho is a dom. Not at all. Just bc he’s a big guy doesn’t mean he’s dominant lol; Baekho is the truest of switches you could ever see. 100% switch lol. He literally just wants to please, he just wants to make you feel good. As for actual kinks, I dont think he has that many that are that out there. He likes some light marking (giving & receiving), edging (receiving), and maybe a tiny hint of a femdom kink.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere where y’all can move about freely, that's literally his only requirement lol. He doesn’t wanna be cramped up in a tiny spice, which also means no car sex lol sorry lads 

M - Motivation (What turns them on)

One of the easiest men to rile up on the planet lol. Three things that get Dongho all hot and flustered lol:

1. tell him how much you love his body. (bonus points if you tell him how hot he looks working out and that you appreciate how hard he works for his body lol)

2. Show the tiniest bit of skin, he loves it when you wear a shirt that sits a tiny bit higher than usual and he can see your lower stomach when you move.

3. Literally just hold his gaze for 0.5 seconds longer than usual lol

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

I feel like literally the only thing he’s unwavering on is his stance on three(or more)somes. He’s really not a sharing kinda guy. He doesn't wanna bring someone else in and potentially mess up y’alls dynamic. It’s something he cant even bear thinking about.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He can be a bit relentless when it come to giving lol, he'll hold your hips down with all his strength as he just totally feasts on your core. Deliberately makes the most lewd noises tryna get you to blush.

When receiving, boy he is LOUD, he'll be talking you through it like "fuuuuuuck yes baby, I know your throat can take all of me" "your pretty lips take me so well" he'll grab your hair and hold your head still as he cums, gets the fattest smirk on his face is he sees his load dripping out the sides of your mouth too,,,,,ooof. But then once again, he'll get all shy and bashful afterwards lol like he can't believe what he just said to you didjdjd

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

I don't really think he has any set pace lol it can vary every time. I feel like it'd depend on the vibe of the day, like, if it's been a while and he's missed you beyond belief then it'd be much more slower and sensual. But if it's like,,,gotta chase that nut, then he can get pretty fast. I don't think he'd ever cross over into being rough, but his thrusts can get like, firm and...sharp lmao

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Yes yes yes. Loves them. They usually tend to be a lot more giggly and fun than regular full sessions too lol

R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?)

Eeeeeeh, a little bit. He's a bit of a baby in terms of pain so I feel like anything that could maybe hurt, even if it's something as simple as spanking or light restraints, could take a little convincing lol. He is definitely down...mans just needs reassuring he won't like die lol

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc)

I mean, he’s a healthy guy lol, he’s gonna have super good stamina. I feel like there’d be literally no stopping him, he can go for however long you need him too. You might wanna get as much as you can out of him though bc once he's done, he's done for the night lmao

T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?)

He doesn’t own any himself, but that’s not to say he’s not open to experimenting with any. He just wont do it of his own volition lol. Hes thought about getting some numerous times though but he just doesn't wanna be the one to bring it up

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really a fan, he just doesn’t understand it lol. He’s not big on teasing or being teased; he's not good at holding back when he's the one *trying* to tease you, and he gets so so fidgety and antsy when being teased lol. He’d much rather just get to the main event lmao

V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make)

Lots of loud sighs and choked out groans. He can get quite high pitched, which he’s honestly a little embarrassed of lol. He gets louder slowly the closer he gets to climax, he’ll attach his mouth to your neck as he starts to get louder; tryna muffle any sounds bc he doesn't wanna hear himself like that lmao

W - Wild Card (a random headcannon)

Okay. This is where this whole thing started lol. Baekho is not a dom, he’s also not a sub either. BUT, he get’s so unbelievably turned on by watching you take control. Like he just thinks you have this aura to you when you’re the one pinning him down and getting what you want from him. It’s literally the only time he ever enjoys edging too; he'd never do it to himself, nor does he do it to you, but for some reason having you edge him, having himself be totally at your mercy is just...omg

X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants)

Average/maybe a tiiiny bit below average in terms of length, but pretty veiny and he’s got some nice girth lol

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

I feel like it’s either one extreme or the other lol. It’s either he can’t keep his hands off you at all for days on end, or he’s just busy occupied with other stuff and his mind doesnt even go in that direction...there’s no way of knowing sksks

Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As long as he's happy that you're both fully satisfied, he'll be out like a light almost instantly lmao

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[xiu21chen99]

hxh headcanon!!

/imagine ofc!! everyone expected another, i hope shhdjdkf

umm... my art?? I'll be transferring it to digi-art tomorrow or sth but uh be nice pls, im new to dis

the art is related to the hc,,, anYWAYS DARK CONTINENT ARC TIMELINE and... TW! blood, violence and death. this is what i envision the "battle for hisokas head" arc story thingey would go

ON THE BLACK WHALE!

Hisoka has killed most of the spiders already, all that was left were Illumi, Kalluto, Chrollo, Shizuku and Bonolenov (bc the latter three formed a group truce rmmbr)

he decides to save the Zoldycks for last so he hunts for the mf who mangled his face and literally killed him

Hisoka makes quick work of killing Bono and Shizuku (nooo my bby ;-;)

Chrollo and he have a sort of stalemate stance bc they're in a discrete room in the Black Whale, they're meters apart and they're literally just walking in a circle to see who'd make the first move

Bono and Shizuku's bodies are in the same room

Illumi comes in with Kalluto in tow and the two siblings stop dead in their tracks to watch

that's when Hisoka moves in for the kill

but Chrollo counters w a spell he pulled from his book- an explosion erupts, tho it's a small, kind of controlled one but still, everyone in the room are forced back

Hisoka's thrown to a wall while the other three skid back on the feet

the emergency alarms ring in the room, the automated doors move to close

Illumi and Kalluto make eye contact before Kalluto runs for it, Illumi goes to block the door when he left, making sure Chrollo doesn't follow suit before walking towards Hisoka

"what are you doing?" Chrollo asks when Illumi helps the clown to his feet.

"oh, did i not tell you?" Illumi pulls out a few needles from his outfit "Hisoka has also commissioned for your head, but only under the circumstance where he could see."

"no, you forgot to mention that." Chrollo humors, book in hand and a forced smile on his lips

"oh this should be fun," Hisoka adds beside him, cracking his neck with a sinister grin

"i take it you were serious about the... engagement ring you mentioned earlier?" Chrollo asks as he flips to a page in his book

"quite, yes. i have already told my brother to not contact our parents about it, hence why he was with me up until now." Illumi explains, pins glowing with violet nen

"how boring, i had hoped you'd at least introduce me to my in-laws before we get on with it." Hisoka teases, cards in hand

"disgusting." Chrollo sneers, and the tension in the room snaps.

There's another explosion, quite bigger and definitely stronger. Illumi blocks the stray debris from his eyes with a hand, squinted eyes taking in everything that was to see.

Hisoka was still beside him though his head was snapping from left to right trying to navigate their common target

There's whispering, then Chrollo's puppets appear behind them, seeming to have grown from the concrete ground

they were mindless pawns, Hisoka gladly kicked them all til they returned to dust

what came next were Bono and Shizuku, though Illumi could have sworn they were dead earlier

"it's a stolen power, they might still be able to use their nen." Hisoka warns, and as if to prove his point Shizuku attacks Illumi with Blinky

"cut off their heads!" Hisoka yells, disappearing into the still present dust cloud of the post-explosion

Shizuku was the easier target, death made her think that vacuum of hers was a sword. Illumi pins her to the wall and snaps her head off

Bono was more clever, he hid in the dust and used his whistle like body to distract Illumi from where he actually was

Then he attacks when he had his back turned to him

But Illumi soon gets the hang of it, whips back to his right to catch Bono mid jump, and crushes his neck like paper

He drops the twice killed body and wipes his hands on his pants

There's strong aura somewhere in the room, so he follows his instincts through the smog

Another explosion, but this time actual smoke builds up in the room, triggering the fire alarms and the sprinklers

"you fucking bitch!"

"you should have stayed dead, Hisoka!"

Illumi follows the voices and now obvious sounds of fighting

as the smoke clears, he sees multiple figures go after who he assumes was Hisoka. Logically speaking, he was the only target of those useless puppets

Illumi jumps to his feet to help him, throwing pins at the three running to Hisoka at stumbling speed

He lands behind Hisoka with grace, feet as silent as ever.

the smoke is nearly gone now, so when Illumi turns to see if Hisoka was alright he's shocked to find a rock figurine, roughly formed to Hisoka's shape and build

"Hisoka-"

"i can't believe you fell for that" Chrollo says behind him, but Illumi has already sent needles flying his way

"what did you do?"

unprepared, Chrollo's sent to the wall, hands pinned and spread. there were matching pins buried deep into the palms of his hands making him unable to move

"I just killed the bastard who shouldn't have come for my friends."

his hands needed to touch something to detonate. with two more pins each added to his hands (and two more to each of his feet), Chrollo's made to float with Illumi's Manipulation

(hc power here bc i think he could do this, but he only saves it for special occasions or enemies lol)

Illumi pulls forth a mind control needle amd jams it into Chrollo’s forehead, “answer my questions, and answer me truthfully"

"what did you do to Hisoka, you could not have killed him in that short amount of time. I should have been able to sense something if you did. he is not in this room, so where is he?"

Chrollo groans, "he's trapped in the room i laid out for him"

"explain."

"i stole some random passenger's teleportation ability. its' condition is to only be able to open a portal if the room's closed and only has one door. i opened the portal and left him in the in between."

"you have been planning this, correct?"

"i only came up with it when Shizuku encountered the man with this power. he's still alive of course, but if i kill him then his nen portals would cease, and Hisoka will be trapped in that limbo forever."

"and nen after death..?"

"he adores the spiders, he surely won't hold a grudge if i killed him for this."

"this is a well executed plan." Illumi complements despite the situation

"thanks."

"open the portal, bring him back."

"why should i?"

Illumi grabs another pin from his shirt, this time giving it a lick before jamming it into Chrollo's arm

"i am already annoyed at how everything has turned out, just pull Hisoka out of the portal."

life slowly drains from Chrollo's eyes, as he goes limp against Illumi's pins that kept him afloat and away from any possible detonation medium

Chrollo-puppet, now on his own two feet, pulls out his book and flips to a page. The wall behind him opens, the metal folding out as if crumpled then Hisoka walks out, in shock. The wall closes silently, as if it never opened to begin with

Hisoka snaps out of it quickly, lips curving into a pleased smile, "nice work, Illu!"

Illumi waves a hand dismissively. "would you like to do the honors?"

"ooh~ don't mind if i do," Hisoka pulls out a card from somewhere and approaches the still Chrollo.

Illumi walks to a wall to lean against it, knowing Hisoka would take his time.

"you've married an idiot, Illumi Zoldyck." a voice said beside him, and he snaps his head up to see Hisoka's killing slash

"wait-"

But it was too late

another explosion, this time strong enough to blow the doors open and the walls broken

Illumi's once again pushed to the wall, back through the metal it poked him with blisters

As the dust settled for a third time, Chrollo stood in the middle of the room, unharmed and unpinned.

Under his foot, Hisoka. Dead?

"no-" Illumi coughs, dust filling his lungs

Illumi stumbles to the pair as Chrollo backs away, to the door now open

"Hisoka-" he falls to his knees beside the man, cradles the head to his lap. This was real, this was really Hisoka. he felt it- he felt the last ebbs of his presence fade along with the explosion.

He was really dead...

Was his Bungee Gum/after death nen a one time thing?

He was so stupid, he should have noticed that Chrollo was a fake. It had been too easy. Fuck.

Hisoka coughs, and Illumi zeroes in on it, on the way his once steady chest heaves with labored breaths. "Hiso- Hisoka?"

"Illu..." he drawls, unable to say it clearly

"what do i do?"

"ta... take m-" he coughs again, "take my heart, Illu."

"what do you mean?" Illumi presses a hand to the side of Hisoka's neck, trying to find a pulse

"this is my nen condition-" heave- "Bungee gum will help me get the engagement ring to you. it's in my heart, literally-"

"Hisoka, you are not making any sense-"

"just kill me already, illu-" cough- "and carve out my heart. you'll find the ring there."

"o-oh" Illumi's eyes widen

"do it, illu. before my-" heave again "nen runs out."

Hisoka's smiling. his glamour of texture surprise has worn off already, so his nose-less, peeling face stared back at Illumi

"go on, love."

with no other choice, Illumi elongates his nails and digs into the crevice between Hisoka's rib cage. his blood felt hot and sticky between his fingers, but Illumi dug deeper.

his heart was still beating though weakly, as if it still had a chance to live on

"bye, love." were Hisoka's last breathy words as Illumi pulls the organ out. It was shrouded in pink nen, Bungee Gum he thought, its distinct tint a permanent brand in Illumi's mind

gore slid down his hand, as illumi held it closer to his face for inspection

for a few fleeting moments it continued throbbing, but now it's stilled to a mere heart.

Illumi has done this method of killing before, but this is the first heart he thought held value

blood dripped from his hand down to Hisoka's smiling face, eyes open and gaze somewhere to Illumi's direction

as the Bungee Gum lifted, a ring popped out from an outward ventricle.

a bloody ring

how did he manage to do this?

despite the crimson, Illumi slips it to his ring finger with a grim smile

even after death, Hisoka still amazed him

He gently puts Hisoka's head to the ground, off his lap, and closes his golden eyes

Illumi's en grows with unbridled rage that it covered the whole ship. Chrollo is just a few hallways down

Bloodlust up in new heights, Illumi lets his presence explode, making sure nen and non nen users alike felt his hunger to kill

Finding Chrollo was too easy, but this time he's sure it was the real one. he was at the balcony, looking out into the sunset.

"i take it, you loved him?"

Illumi doesn't answer, instead walks closer with eery silence

"if you loved him then why didn't you tell him?"

one step forward, two, three. just a few more left.

"he wouldn't have reciprocated? blah, he was of peculiar taste, I'm sure he would've accepted you."

pins, needles, hell even a card he got from Hisoka. he threw all of it to Chrollo, aiming for where he was and the surrounding spots he could have gone to, to avoid them

pinned down and bleeding, Chrollo continues "or were you not aware you loved him until you saw him die right before your eyes?"

Illumi, more than once, said that assassins don't need friends. didn't have a need for anyone else but family.

but

"he was my friend. that's all there was to it."

Chrollo's head rolls to the balcony, falls off and to the sea. a king of hearts was placed where the head should be, engraved into the floor.

later that day, Illumi went back to the room where Hisoka was, to find Kalluto there. His kimono was bunched up by his hands to make sure blood didn't touch the ends.

"aniki, what happened here? where's danchou?"

"kallu, i want you to help me with something." Illumi said instead, "can you help me clean him up?"

"should we throw him overboard?" Kalluto gestured to Hisoka.

"no, i want to fix him up and find a coffin in this ship. i will bury him when we get back to the mainland."

"why?"

"because..." Illumi fiddled with the bloodied ring, "he was my husband."

for those of u confused don't worry, i am too. basically chrollo used a bomb dummy of himself and that’s the one hisoka killed but uh got him killed instead. shjsjfkf sorry if this was shitty it's 2:30am nd i just wanted to write this before i forgot. I'll fix it tomorrow hopefully

also the hc is the ring in hisokas heart thingey and maybe the room trap plan bc togashi wouldnt have introduced that bitch if he didnt plan on using him for the plot shjsjdkfkgl good night!

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH4 PT10

The long over due ACTION SEQUENCE!! If you can’t handle action, go back to the last post for the fluff. Or... like... wait next week for some fluff ;)

Warnings: Action!, blood, guns, guns being fired, pain, slight torture, all the fun stuff!! Including cliffhangers!! :D 

(In all seriousness it really isn’t as bad as it seems. Enjoy the story!! :D)

(Chapter Four (Victor and Gavin) Prologue, and part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine can be found here!)

Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D

And an additional note in a previous part of chapter four part three here! (I promise these notes are important)

Chapter four:

Part ten:

Adri’s arms returned around my waist just as the light finally turned green. I booked it to the right, the opposite way of my still blinking turn signal. The sedan shuddered slightly, obviously thrown off. It didn't take long until it lurched after me, screeching it’s wheels as it struggled to catch up with me. With the roads empty and my distance advantage, the odds of my escape were in my favor.

I turned down a street and was immediately met with another black SUV. They were driving down the wrong lane and coming right for me. I quickly swerved and avoided hitting them. As I drove past them, I looked into the car’s window. The driver’s window was rolled down and I was able to make out a mask that matched the two I saw in the other cars. 

Montu wasn’t as easily outwitted as I had thought.

There was a fork in the road ahead of me, where a third and forth car sped into view. I glanced behind me as the second car turned to follow and the first car pulled in from the corner. A masked person popped their head out of the second car’s passenger window and pulled a gun on me. I grabbed Adri’s shirt from behind me and quickly pulled her into my lap.

 The man fired, hitting me on the shoulder and causing me to swerve slightly on my bike. I cursed and held Adri close to me as I looked around. There was an alley between one of the buildings. If I could get through there, I could gain enough of a distance to lose them.

 I moved to turn but another bullet hit my shoulder, throwing my arm forward further than I had wanted, sending me and my bike straight into the building instead of beside it. I quickly wrapped my arms around Adri and braced for impact. 

The bike caught onto the edge of the curb and flipped forward,  launching me straight into the window. The glass shattered easily on my impact. I tumbled cumbersomely into the building, tearing up my clothes on the broken shards of glass. The force of the impact sent my mind into a daze, making me release Adri from my arms unintentionally. After a few more rolls, I rocked onto my back.

I groaned and pushed my helmet off my head. A sharp pain pushed through my chest, one I was all too familiar with. I held my side and propped myself up on my elbow, taking this moment to scan my surroundings. The building seemed to be under construction. Tools and various supplies coated the floors of the room and unpainted dry walls surrounded us, giving the empty room a somewhat cluttered feel.

I looked to my side and my eyes landed on Adri. She was on her side, lying motionless on the ground next to me. “Adri!” I quickly sprung to my feet, only to immediately regret it as a twinge of pain protruded from my side. I hissed and stumbled in my steps. My heel caught on an uneven piece of flooring and I felt myself tumble backwards. I reached my arm out as I fell directly onto a pile of tools. A bitter pain spread through my forearm. I hissed and moved to look at the damage. 

Loud shouting came from outside, as well as car doors opening and shutting. With no time to delay, I quickly brought myself back to my feet. Being careful of the flooring, I scooped Adri up from the ground, threw her helmet off, and held her close to me as I ran behind an unfinished piece of wall.

Ignoring my body’s scream for some rest, I waited with baited breath as I heard the men walk into the building. I heard a mechanical voice shout to the men. The same mechanical voice that I heard over the phone. 

“Find her! We will search all night if we have to! We will not let her get away that easily, do I make myself clear?!” The men shouted their affirmatives as they walked around the room. I quickly looked around. The room was a mess from the construction being done there but there was virtually no place to hide. With hope for a way out looking grim, I looked up. The ceiling was open and full of boards and loose paneling. The construction must not have started there yet. And right under it was a large stack of sand. 

That should work. 

I rushed over the bags of sand, clutching Adri tightly as I moved. I shifted Adri to one side and used my other arm to lift myself up and through the roof. I lay Adri underneath me and cradled her as I tucked us further into the tight space, only leaving some room to watch the front door of the room. Adri groaned and shifted slightly underneath me. I shushed her, but I was praying for thanks that she was awake.

“W-what-” She began in a whisper, but quickly shut her mouth as gunned men started filing in the room. One by one they entered until at least twelve of them stood together, watching each other's backs as they used their flashlights to scan the small room. They held their guns up in front of them but, after seeing it was seemingly clear, they lowered their guns. One of the men started barking orders to the others. They nodded and all but three of them left, holding the guns back up in the air as they moved. The one who was seemingly in charge sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he turned to the door.

“Montu, sir.” He shouted, “We lost her.”

“How could you have lost her?!” The mechanical voice boomed from outside the room. A figure strode into the room. They were dressed in a black suit, the same as the others, and wore a mask. 

But this mask was different. 

Instead of just covering their face, it covered their whole head. In the front was the face of a bull. Longhorns came through the top of it all, making them tower over the others, despite the fact they were already taller then most of them without the horns. A sort of Egyptian headdress draped down the back of it, dressing their aura in a way that made him seem like a god. 

That was Montu. 

It had to be. 

“How could you have lost her?!” Montu repeated with more emphasis as they pushed aggressively against the head of the soldier that called them in, “There is literally no place she could run! This place is open spaced and she is wounded so I don’t see why all of you are DILLY DALLYING WHEN THAT MONSTER IS STILL SOMEWHERE IN THIS BUILDING!!! DYLAN!” Montu grabbed the collar to one of the men and pulled him away from the group and toward the opening to the room. Montu ripped off his mask so he could stare him directly in the eye, “GET TO THE ENTRANCE TO MAKE SURE SHE CAN’T ESCAPE! And you’d better not sCREW THIS UP LIKE YOU DID WITH THE INCINERARY BOMB!!” 

“I knew it!” I spoke as quietly as I could without alarming anyone, “I knew he had something to do with this.”

“Who is he?” Adri asked, just as quietly.

“Dylan. An accountant I fired before this all started.” I sunk closer to Adri, holding her closer as I pondered everything over, “Why though? Why would me firing him cause him to want to hurt me? Or worse, kill me?”

My questions were left unanswered as Montu released Dylan. They shoved his mask back into his chest and turned from him, signaling his dismissal. Dylan glared at the back of their head but needlessly complied as pulled the mask back over his face. Montu signaled to the others to leave as well, which they did without question. 

Montu walked further into the room, arms folded and mumbling incoherently to themself. I looked around for my options. It wouldn’t take long for them to go to the same conclusion that I did with this hiding spot. We had to find some way out of the ceiling and back onto the floor. Then to my bike. If it was still able to run from the crash, that is.

Something fell from my peripherals. I quickly looked down. There, on the sandbags, were droplets of blood that weren’t there before. A slight tickle came from my arm. I quickly looked down at my forearm. A large scrape slid across the bottom of it, taking up most of the skin I had there. Blood was seeping through various open cuts and threatened to fall. 

“You ok?” Adri asked quickly as her eyes followed mine.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine.” I said, slightly dazed, “It’s… it’s just a cut.” I clutched at my arm to my side, stopping the flow of the blood from dripping further. How on earth did that happen?! I am bulletproof! What could have been sharp enough to break my skin?!

Montu growled in frustration, bringing both of our attention back down to them. “What’s taking so long?!” They asked angrily to themself. They stopped in the middle of the room. Not only that,

But right under us.

I held my breath, impulsively clenching my hand into a fist. Something warm trickled down my forearm and to my fist. I looked down just in time to see blood trailing down my arm and to my fist. A particularly large droplet pooled at the tip of my knuckle. I reached out to catch it but it was too late. The droplet fell from my fist, through the roof,

And right on top of Montu’s head. 

They stopped pacing.

Their head slowly turned to look up…

“SIR!” A voice called from further into the building, “COME QUICKLY!!” Montu’s attention snapped to the direction of the voice. They cursed and rushed through the doorway, leaving Adri and me alone in the room. 

Adri and I simultaneously sighed in relief. Unwilling to lose this opportunity, I quickly jumped onto the sandbags. The pain in my chest became more prominent but I didn’t have time to fix it. I grit my teeth and reached up, gesturing Adri to follow suit. She did, jumping into my outstretched arms gently. I set her down and motioned for her to follow my movements. She nodded. I stayed low and I walked to the entrance. Adri followed behind me, tucking close behind me as we stopped at the door. I motioned for her to stay. Adri nodded and mouthed, “Be careful.” I nodded. Slowly and carefully, I looked outside the room.

A clicking noise came from just behind my ear.

I cringed and slowly looked up. A masked man had a gun pointed to my head. “Don’t move.” Dylan demanded.

“Dylan-” I said calmly, stepping out of the room.

“I SAID DON’T MOVE!” He shouted, raising the gun to point between my eyes. I stopped. Dylan may have raised his voice but it was obvious that he was refraining from speaking in full volume, as if he didn’t want anyone except for the people within our vicinity to hear him.

He wanted me for himself. 

I slowly raised my hands. “You know that doesn’t work on me.” I maintained my calm demeanor as I locked eyes with with him through his mask, “Why don’t we just put it down and-”

“Just because your skin is bullet proof, doesn’t mean your bones won’t break any less from the force.” Dylan snapped, shocking me into silence, “You probably broke a rib from how you crashed into the building.”

“Wh-”

“I can tell by how carefully you’re holding your arm up.” 

My eyebrow twitched, “This isn’t right, Dylan. I know yo-”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING!!” Dylan’s shouting made me cringe, “If you knew me, you’d never have fired me.”

“Is this what this is really all about?! You getting fired!?” My composure wavered slightly, “You did bad at your job so you were let go. End of story.”

“End of story?! I needed that job!! I have mouths to feed!! I have bills that need to get paid!!”

“You should have thought of that before you took your job for granted! I gave you warnings that you blew off because you thought that your years working there would be enough of a life preserver. I-” I bit my tongue, “... Dylan, all of that aside, I know you are a good person. You shouldn’t be doing this! Do you realize you are putting innocent lives in danger?”

“Montu helped me see the truth.” Dylan’s voice quivered slightly, “He told me all about how everyone handed you all the power you have because you’re some sad sap with no regard for the people who actually work for their keep. Who grovel at the floor to survive. You had everything fed to you with a silver spoon. But now, now is the time to end your reign of power and pity. Once. And. For. All.” Dylan lowered his gun slightly and fired. Pain rushed through my arm as the bullet flew into my open wound. I yelped and hunched over, clutching tightly at my arm. “HERE!” Dylan’s shouts echoed through the building, “SHE’S HERE! I’VE FOU-”

Something shot out from the wall next to us. It grabbed Dylan’s shirt and wrenched him into the wall. With a dull thud, Dylan’s head slammed into the pillar next to him, successfully knocking him unconscious. I watched the scene, mouth agape and mind blank. But my expression straightened as my eyes fell on what was holding Dylan’s shirt. 

A small, pale, hand clutched at his shirt. 

Through the wall I could see the large floppy jacket sleeve down it’s arm but no body connected to it. Before I could fully grasp what was going on, the hand let go of Dylan and shot back behind the wall, leaving no trace of a hole or obstruction that it could have pushed through.

“What in the-” I began but was quickly stopped as a hand grabbed my arm. I looked up and caught Adri’s determined face as she whipped me around and pulled me to the window we crashed through.

“No time to explain!” Adri called back to me as we ran, “We need to get out of here!” I nodded and looked back behind me. Dylan lay motionless on the ground, his gun mere inches from his hand. I stopped.

“Get to the bike.” I instructed, pulling Adri’s hand from me.

“But-”

“Go!” I rushed over to Dylan, giving no more thought to Adri. I quickly scooped up the gun and turned back around, only to find that I was too late. A line of men had blocked the window as more rushed into the room, guns pointing straight at me. Two men had a hold of Adri, gripping her arms firmly as she struggled in their grasp. Soon I was surrounded by masked men with no way of escape.

The sound of a tongue clicking came from beside me. I looked over in time to see Montu  walked into the room, pushing past their line of men until he stood a few feet in front of me. “Did you really think you could get away?” Their mechanical voice had become somewhat smooth compared to how harsh it had sounded before when they yelled at their men, “After all of this running, did you really think you could get away?” I furrowed my brows and looked over to Adri. She had stopped struggling and was looking at Montu as well. She had a look of annoyance and distaste as she looked them up and down.

“What do you want?��� I asked through gritted teeth as I turned back to Montu.

“Don’t tell me you have already forgotten our phone call earlier.” They said, holding their hands behind their back as they leaned forward slightly. I kept quiet, biting the harsh words snaking their way onto my tongue.

“You know,” Adri spoke up from behind Montu, making everyone’s attention latch onto her, “You are a lot taller than I expected. I mean sure, I pictured someone tall and buff but, I mean, you’re body mass doesn’t even match your height. You just seem kinda disproportionate. It’s like you’re compensating for something.” The room went quiet. Montu looked back over to me.

“You dragged a little girl into this?!” They nearly shouted, almost as if they were scolding me.

“Correction.” Adri said, holding up a finger. The man holding her hand looked down in shock, as if he couldn’t believe he wasn’t holding her anymore., “I dragged myself into this. Ike just so happened to be driving me.”

“Would you shut her up?!” Montu boomed, making the men holding Adri snap to attention. The one who had somehow lost his hold of Adri’s wrist, quickly regained his grip and raised the butt of his gun over her, prepared to strike. I quickly whipped the gun in my hand up to him, steadily pointing it at his head as I cocked the bullet into place. The sounds of many other guns being cocked filled the room as the men prepared for a fight. 

“Touch her and I blow your head off.” My voice was steady, showing just how much I really meant what I said. Montu held up a hand, causing the men around me to freeze. Montu inspected me closely. Then, without a word, walked over to Adri. Adri’s once chilled face hardened as they approached her. I snapped my gun to Montu’s head, causing the men’s guns to readjust on me.

“Now, now, Ms. Bikira.” Montu chimed, actions as cool as ever as they faced Adri, “We don’t want any bullet’s flying, would we? You may be able to take the attack, but,” Montu picked up a lock of Adri’s hair and ran it through their palm, “She wouldn’t.” 

I froze, the gun still held at their head. A familiar heat toiled in my stomach. One I wasn’t happy to have back again. I cursed to myself as my hands began shaking slightly. I tightened my grip around my gun.

“Let her go.” I boomed, “She has nothing to do with this.” Montu hummed, making the voice modulator glitch in a way that sent shivers up my spine. 

“Is that so?” They asked, letting Adri’s hair fall back to the side of her head. Adri’s shoulders eased slightly.

In one swift motion, Montu grabbed Adri’s arm, pulled her forward, and wrapped it behind her back. Montu faced her towards me, pressing her arm against her back. Adri fell into his, grunting in pain. I quickly adjusted my gun so it was pointing right between Montu’s eyes. The fire burning in my stomach raged uncomfortably. 

“Now.” Montu continued, pulling Adri closer to their face as they pressed her arm into her back, “Why don’t we drop that gun, huh?” I gritted my teeth as the gun in my hand began to shake even harder. Montu moved Adri’s arm a little farther. A popping noise could be heard. Adri yelped and cursed, writhing against Montu’s hands. 

“Alright!” I dropped the gun and kicked it forward, “You win! Just… just let her go.” Montu watched me silently, obviously indulging in my anxiety.

Eventually they let go of Adri’s arm. She fell onto her knees, clutching her shoulder tightly and breathing unsteadily. I looked at her with worry but stayed put. I didn’t know what Montu would do if I moved in a way he didn’t want me to.

I bragged my eyes back to Montu. My stomach screamed in protest as I watched them adjust themself, as if nothing had just happened. They brushed the wrinkles on their shirt and put their hands around their back as he looked back up at me. “Now, was that so hard?” Montu’s voice hadn’t wavered at all, as if torturing little girls was their favorite pastime. I bore my teeth and balled my hands into tight fists, trying to stop my hands from shaking too much.

“Uh uh uh!” Montu reached out their foot and stepped on Adri’s calf, pressing down on it firmly and causing Adri to yelp in pain once more, “Don’t you go thinking you’re off the hook.”

“What the hell do you want from me?!” I growled through my teeth. 

Montu sighed, “I suppose our conversation over the phone really did go over your head.” Montu shook their head and clicked their tongue again, making my hands shake nearly out of control, “Ikamara Bikira, I want you to come clean about your wrong doings and put an end to the lies you have spread to the world.”

“What lies?!” I snapped, throwing my hands up in frustration, “I haven’t lied about anything! I’ve worked hard to get to where I-”

“NO YOU HAVEN'T!!”

Montu’s cool tone snapped like a twig to my words, causing everyone one in the room to jump in response. I watched their chest rise and fall unsteadily as they struggled to catch their breath.

“Geez.” Adri chuckled weakly from under Montu, “For someone who nearly broke my arm, you sure act like a child.”

“Sh-SHUT UP!” Montu shouted through their teeth as their already staggered breaths became more hurried.

“Seriously.” Adri turned and locked eyes with me. A strange emotion swam in her violet eyes, “I feel like I should be telling him that this is all just a phase.” 

Adri winked.

I shook my head slightly, not really catching on...

Then something clicked. 

Something that, admittedly, took a ridiculously long time to realize.

I looked back up at Montu. The fury in my stomach was replaced with something new. 

Determination.

“She’s right.” I said, folding my arms and arching my eyebrows, “Only a child would see my success and immediately think it was handed to me. Especially one that knows exactly what it’s like to have everything handed to them.” 

“WATCH IT BIKIRA!” Montu screamed. The foot on Adri’s calf buried itself further in her skin. Adri yelped but, from one quick reassuring glance, I knew she was alright and could take a little more. I smirked

“What? Did daddy not give you everything you asked for?” 

Montu paused a moment, clearly taken aback. Then, they let out a loud and painful screech as they raised their foot high in the air. They threw it straight down onto Adri’s calf but, to nearly everyone’s surprise, it went straight through it. Montu’s balance failed them as they staggered forward, heading face first into the ground.  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Focusing on the energy in my stomach, I pushed it through my legs, down to my knees, and through my toes. I opened my eyes and relaxed my body. 

Then leapt forward. 

The ground underneath me gave way as I rocketed into Montu’s stomach, throwing him backwards and into the wall just under the window pane. The men blocking it dove just in the nick of time for me to shove his head into it, breaking one of the horns clean in half from his mask. Montu collapsed underneath me, knocked unconscious.

Guns fired from behind me. I frantically looked around, just in time to see Adri rushing past me and leaping seamlessly out the window. I moved to follow, but froze. I looked down at Montu. There he was. The man who wanted me dead and would stop at nothing to make it happen. 

He was vulnerable. 

His mask was within arms length…

“Ike!!”

I looked up. Adri was struggling to lift my bike with one hand as the other lay limply by her side. She was looking at me with fever. “What the hell are you doing?!” She asked, gesturing to me uselessly. Angry grunts came from behind me. I turned and saw the men reloading their guns hurriedly. My eyes strayed to the ground. Dylan’s gun still lay on the ground untouched. I whipped my head back around. My eyes landed on the row of black sedans behind Adri.

An idea flashed in my mind.

Before the men could understand what was going on, I scooped up the gun and vaulted myself over Montu and through the window. I landed safely on the ground and pulled the guns in front of my eyes. “Get down!” I shouted to Adri. She quickly obeyed.

With one quick motion, I fired at the front tire of the first car. The bullet hit it directly, causing the tire to flatten almost immediately. I moved the gun smoothly and hit the other cars as well, only shooting the first tire of each one to save time. I heard the men exclaim from behind me as more shots fired from their guns. Some of them whizzed past me while I felt the others hit my back. I pushed the gun into the back of my pants as I ran to my bike. I picked Adri up and twisted her into my chest as I lifted the bike of the ground easily. I surveyed it quickly. Other than a slightly deflated front tire, it was still suitable for driving. I twisted the bike around and, moving Adri so her legs were over my knee, I leapt onto the bike. 

Just before pushing off, I caught sight of Montu in my mirror. They had pushed their way over the window pane to the front of the group. A crack slid down his mask where their eye would be. I couldn’t make out any of their face but I could feel them as they stared at me, breathing heavily, fists tightly clenched at their side. Not willing to find out what they would do if I stayed, I sped off, leaving the men there to rot. 

I felt the breeze tickling the cut in my arm as I drove, cooling it down and easing the pain somewhat. That night had been long but now I had some intel about Montu and why they were after me. Not to mention the fact that Dylan really was behind the bombing. Gavin would be pleased to hear it… but how I was going to tell him about it without letting it slip that I was being targeted would be an issue for a different day. 

Adri shifted in my lap. I quickly looked down at her. “Adri are you-” I began, but I was quickly interrupted by a slap to my chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were an evolver!” Adri said behind deep breaths and a large grin.

“I could ask you the same thing!” I said, a smile relaxing on my face, “You knocked Dylan clean out!”

“I know!” Adri laughed, “He didn’t see it coming!”

“No one did!” I hit Adri playfully with my shoulder. Adri laughed giddily.

A buzzing came from inside Adri’s jacket. She pulled out my phone and checked the caller ID. She smirked and held the phone up to me. “It’s for you.” Adri said, her grin curving into a teasing smile. 

It was Victor. 

I sighed and took the phone, being sure to keep my bike steady with the other. "Now, before you say anything," I said immediately after answering the call, "Technically it wasn't the bike that hurt me."

(Next)

[chocobetterknot]

All For You

pairing: idol!yoongi x fangirl!reader + other BTS members

genre: fluff, (slight) angst, (maybe) smut

about:

You’ve been to each of their show. Each fan meeting. As in all of it from 2015 up to today. But what happens when one of the boys finally notice you? The same black mid length hair coursing through the lines as you wait for your turn for yet another autograph to add to your never ending autographed items.

warning: S L O W B U R N

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•P A R T S I X•

When you both arrive at the restaurant, the man requests for a private area. You looked at Lou again but she only gave you an ‘okay’ sign with a wink. You shook your head at your best friend’s fearlessness while you were a nervous mess. The man offers you a seat wherein your backs faced the door. He calls the waiter and then leaves.

“I really feel nervous. What if we’re in trouble?” you said in a low voice after you’ve given both your orders to which he informs you that your order will be ready in 10 minutes.

She ruffles your hair and smiles at you. The one that she uses to calm you down. It may seem like you were the same age but Lou’s actually 3 years older than you. “Relax. I can feel that something good will happen.” she says to you.

“But aren’t you curious? Look, there are four more seats to be occupied.” you look down to your fidgeting fingers. She chuckles, “Of course I’m curious, you fool. That’s why we’re here. Besides, that guy looked awfully familiar so I guess curiosity got the best of me for wanting to know who that guy is.” she just shrugs her shoulders and returned to doing something on her phone.

You’ve been fidgeting for the last 10 minutes but as soon as you heard the door open behind you, you instantly freeze. Your heart hammering against your ribcage as you hear a voice. No, voices. They were happily talking and laughing but not too loud. You look at your best friend only to see her looking towards the door then retract to her seat at quickly as possible holding tight to each side of her seat with a bewildered look on her face. And out of curiosity from your best friend’s reaction, you crane your neck to see who was at the door.

Your eyes widened and your breathing hitched like someone had just punched you in the throat. You couldn’t believe your eyes because there standing by the door looking all glorious were Jimin, Jin, Hoseok, and Jungkook.

Out of shock, you drop your phone into the soup making the spoon in your bowl to somersault hitting the plate and table then it falls to the floor making a loud clanging sound that interrupts the boys standing by the door.

Panicking, you quickly bend down to find the spoon that fell on the floor muttering to yourself, “Shit. Shit. Shit. Why are they here?” then you heard a chuckle.

Once you found the spoon, sat back up only to see Jimin, Jin, and Jungkook seated across you, smiling. “I believe a phone swimming in a bowl of soup is less important than a spoon on the floor to you, yeah?” it was a smiling Hoseok who was standing beside you holding your phone that’s dripping with mushroom soup. He chuckled as you reach for your phone hurriedly and he takes a seat beside you. You can feel the heat crawling up to your entire face.

You smile at him nervously when he hands you a table napkin to dry your, clearly, already dead phone. “Uhm, t- thank you?” to which Jungkook answered with a small laugh, “You’re not sure, love?”

“I- I mean, thank you. F- for this.” you stutter as you clumsily wipe your phone.

“Aww look at them, both flustered,” you heard Jin say with a slightly mocking tone but still friendly. And as if Jin’s words were cold water that was poured over Lou’s head, she quickly changed her aura to her normal, calm self. “Well you guys were the last people we expected to walk in here so yeah we’re kinda shocked. The man who brought us here said you wanted to talk to us. Have we offended you?” she sits up straight crossing her arms over her chest. This is how she acts, all tough and mighty, when she’s actually shaking from nervousness within. It’s somewhat her defense mechanism.

Jungkook breaks the silence by clearing his throat when none of the boys wanted to speak, probably shocked by how your best friend spoke. “Well, I actually came here with them to get free food. Hobi hyung said he was paying.” he smiles that with that adorable bunny smile of his whick almost made you both say ‘aww’ then you hear Jimin laugh and say, “Yah, Jungkookie, you weren’t even invited but you came with when you heard there was free food.” his remark made you smile

“Anyway, you were asking why we invited you both— I’m sorry I didn’t catch your names.” Jimin continued and your best friend answers sarcastically, “That’s because we didn’t throw it?” making you slap her hand and Jin and Hoseok laugh so loud.

“She didn’t mean that, I’m sorry,” you quickly say. But Jin just says, “No, I like it. Don’t apologize it was funny,” wiping a tear from his eyes from laughing too much. “I think we’ll get along. That is if we get your names,” he adds.

You fiddle with your fingers, “I’m YN and this is Louise.” You were about to say something when your friend beats you to it again, “So why are we really here?”

“Well, this one is Jiminssi, Hobi hyung, and Jin hyung’s idea. They said they recognise you.” Jungkook says nonchalantly while digging into his food that came in a few minutes ago. When you heard those words, you immediately looked at your best friend and mouthed, “You said they wouldn’t recognise me, you bitch. I trusted you.” and all she could do was shrug and mouth a sorry and make a peace sign.

It seemed like Jimin knew what your reaction would be so he said, “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.” he smiles at you. “I just wanted to get to know the person who would literally fight me for a bag.” then he laughs. You felt your cheeks heat up again, “Hah in my defense, I honestly did not recognise you. I did find your voice familiar. I just really wanted the bag. And I’m sorry for almost yelling at you.” you said looking down to your fidgeting fingers.

“But you recognised me, YN. I caught you when you almost fell, remember? You even called me beautiful.” this time it was Jin. You look at him and chuckle nervously. “I am really sorry for bumping into you. I swear I’m not a stalker. I didn’t even know we were on the same flight until I saw Taehyungssi talking to him.” you said pointing to Hoseok making him laugh. “Don’t worry about calling Jin hyung beautiful, he loves being complimented,” Hoseok says, “But I do doubt that you aren’t a stalker. I saw you back in our Saipan fan meeting two days ago. And now you’re here in another one of our fan meeting.” he raised a brow at you making you reach for the glass of water. You felt your mouth dry at his remark”

“Oh haha uhm I can explain that,” you say smiling nervously. “We’re just— uhm — uhh travelling around Asia and we heard you were performing so we decided to watch. Yeah that’s it.” you smile hoping you have convinced them with your stupid excuse. You silently curse Lou for choosing now to be quieter than a sleeping baby and leaving you to avoid any suspicion from your idols.

As if hearing you curse at her, Lou suddenly speaks, “Well, this is a great opportunity to eat with you all. Thank you so much for the dinner, Hoseok. We really enjoyed the food. Thank you for inviting us but we really have to leave.” she says all in one breath as she stand up, picks up both your bags and pull you towards the door. You were too shocked at her actions to say anything but you looked back at the men seated with equally shocked faces and waved at them.

“But you di—“ it was probably Jin but you weren’t sure because the door closed and your best friend kept on pulling you until you both were at least three blocks away from the building.

“What in the world just happened?” you lean against the wall trying to keep yourself up. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You both were in a state of shock and catching your breath. “I think three of your idols recognised you, YN.” she says, finally catching her breath.

“Yeah, no shit, Lou. You said they wouldn’t recognise me, shithead.” you say bitterly remembering how stupid you looked in front of them earlier.

“Three of your idols recognised you, YN.” she repeats herself. “I heard you the first time, Lou. I’m in shock not deaf.” you reply.

She stands in front of you and held both yoir shoulders, “YN! THIS IS GOOD! YOU CAN FINALLY MEET THEM!” she basically screams at your face. But you just stared at her with confusion etched across your face, “First of all, we already met them. Second, do you not remember that they literally accused us of being stalkers ten minutes ago?” you say and she sighs.

“You are such a pessimist, YN. We haven’t met them, we saw them. There’s a difference. And we kind of are stalkers. Following them around the world? I’d brand you as a stalker too, you know. But now they know you. Maybe we could befriend them and get their numbers so that you can just call them and we can come home. I miss my bed already. And dad called me this morning telling me that I have a tower of papers to go through that needs to be forwarded to him by the end of November. YN, it’s November 15! How am I going to finish all that in time? Plus, it’ll be convenient for your appointments too.” she gives you a speech but you were determined to finish the shows. There was only one show left anyway.

“There will only be one show left. Which will be done this week. We’ve come this far already. And I don’t want to waste dad’s money. Everything’s paid for already. All we have to do is show up.” you reason out with her. “Last show in HongKong the day after tomorrow and I promise that we go back to Korea afterwards. Please, Lou?” she sighs, clearly not being able to say no to you. “Alright. But we leave as soon as the fan meeting ends, okay?” you smile and hug her. “Psh you’re lucky I love you.” she says and hugs you back.

“Come on, let’s go find a mask and hat. I’m guessing you don’t want them to recognise you at the fan meeting?” you laugh, shaking your head and you both walk towards a Hello Kitty shop nearby.

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A/N: okay soooo here’s chapter 6. i know this is probably not much but i do hope you enjoy :) comment if you wanna be added to the taglist :D

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[peters-starks]

CONTROL 

Part 4 

Peter Parker x Enhanced!Reader 

Summary: Based on the song Control by Halsey. You have had your abilities enhanced by a new wing of HYDRA, using your abilities as a new secret weapon. However when the avengers discover you on one of their missions your life completely alters. 

Masterlist (previous parts on Masterlist)

Your head was throbbing as you rolled over and groaned into your pillow. The events of earlier replayed in the front of your mind and you frowned, not daring yet to open your eyes yet as you cringed at yourself for how you reacted. It was going fine up until it had a temper tantrum about a needle. Well it was deeper than the needle but you were too busy wallowing to think about it.

A small cough caught your attention as you peeked open one of your eyes and moved your face out of the comfort of being buried within your pillow. Tony Stark was stood by your door way in his usual smart get up of a suit, you had no idea why he always dressed so formal but you thought it was probably part of his power trip from being Iron Man.

“Good morning bumpy, sleep well?” The sarcasm was dripping in his voice as he crossed his arms giving you a pointed look. “If this keeps happening I’m going to run out of tranquillisers” you scoffed at his comment and reached up to touch the place in your neck where you felt the dart but no mark or sign of it remained.

Tony approached your bed and sat himself down on the end of it once you had quickly moved your feet towards your chest, now sitting up and placing your chin over your knees. Tony shuffled slightly and turned his body towards you, his posture softening in a way that reminded you of a father comforting their child after a nightmare. It made your heart yearn for days when your father would comfort you.

“You know, you can trust us here right? We aren’t going to pump you full of god knows what we just want to understand what’s going on here” Tony moved his hand up and down to refer to your whole body.

Your face remained unchanging as you blankly stared at him not quite sure what he was gaining out of this experience.

“If you don’t tell me what’s the issue and just keep looking at me like I’m a statue then we aren’t going to get anywhere kid, I can’t help you and you can’t help well... yourself” this made your eyebrows furrow at Tony’s words, they held a certain kindness in them as well as a fatherly scolding and it almost made you want to smile. Maybe Tony Stark wasn’t on as much as a power trip as you thought.

“Okay” you nodded and bit your lip “I don’t want you to take my blood and do tests or whatever - not yet anyway - it freaks me out I need to trust you first” Tony seemed surprised at your sudden co operation and gave you a small smile.

“And how do we gain your trust then?”

“I hate this room” Tony put his hand over his heart in fake shock at your words which made you roll your eyes but a small smile played at your mouth. “I don’t want to be in it anymore it - it brings back too many bad memories” the more you spoke around Tony the more comfortable you found yourself.

“Hmm, on one hand the human earthquake no longer freaks out and destroys my very expensive lab however that same teenager will be walking the halls of my home and able to probably find me in my sleep - or there lack of” Tony pretended to weigh up the options but he already knew that if he had enough protocols and applied a precaution programme to FRIDAY there was no need for the holding cell. The kid seemed to just be going through a rough time.

“Fine” Tony spoke and had to hold back his own smile as you grinned at him, finally looking more your age as delight shone in your eyes. Tony realised how much older you normally looked with the dead and glassy look you usually held. “But just for safety, a couple of rules AND you can only go where I tell you, secret rooms and labs are off limit” you nodded eagerly as Tony spoke desperate to maybe after all these years have a proper bathroom and bedroom, sit on a coach and maybe watch TV, finally feel an ounce of normal.

“Let’s go for a tour then, brush your teeth”.

As Tony walked you around the avengers facility you couldn’t keep your mouth closed, it remained open in shock at just how huge and high tech it was, the worlds technology had seemed to move on in leaps and bounds since you’d been hidden away.

Turning the corner to the kitchen a young boy with curly brown hair and a strong  jawline walked out holding a pack of gummy worms. You studied him for a moment and realised he looked around your age, probably still in school, and he looked tired like he hadn’t slept in a while. He had an aura around him you found familiar and comforting and so you had a soft smile on your face as you studied him which Tony noticed and smirked at.

Peter felt something watching him with his “Peter tingle” as May called it and so he glanced out the corner of his eye and saw Tony with a smaller figure stood next to him. Peter turned his head to get a better look and then saw you stood behind him seemingly more relaxed than he had yet seen you with a soft smile on your face making Peter smile back at you. That was until he realised he was out of his suit.

You saw the young boys eyes widen in shock as he stumbled back, dropping his gummy worms literally everywhere, and he dove back into the kitchen with a small mutter of curses making you and Tony stifle a laugh.

“Peter, come out here and meet y/n” Tony’s amusement was still rich in his voice as he patted your shoulder and bought you to the kitchen doorway where Peter stood wide eyed with pink dusted cheeks and a sheepish smile. “This is the girl that’s been causing all the noise recently” there was something different about Tony’s voice as he spoke almost an amusement you couldn’t place as he introduced you to the attractive teenager.

“Uh hi I’m Peter” that voice. You’d heard that before as it whispered to you to calm you down. It clicked into place almost immediately as you may have missed years of school but you were no idiot and training to be a HYDRA spy had taught you to match up clues. Peter was the same height and build as Spider-Man as well as looking 18, the age he told you he was the day before, and also sounded exactly like him. You were surprised not many people knew his secret identity from how easily you just figured it out.

“Spider-Man?” You smirked as the two men gaped at you with wide eyes, Peter’s mouth opening and closing in shock.

“W-what? Me? Spider-Man? No no I’m just a Uh intern” Peter’s face was beet red as he looked between you and Tony for help which he wasn’t receiving.

“I mean it’s kind of obvious bug boy” Peter continued to gape at you but his heart raced increased at your nickname for him.

“I prefer bug man actually” Peter mumbled still trying to process how you had figured it out within a second of Peter speaking.

“Well bug boy can you show bumpy here to her room, it’s the one below yours with the protocol” and at that Tony basically waltzed away from you both.

“Don’t worry I won’t well I can’t tell anyone about y’know who you are” you looked at your hands as you spoke, slightly nervous to be left alone with Peter especially now you knew how attractive he was under that mask.

“Um it’s okay, I’m not exactly great at hiding it, my friend MJ worked it out as well so yeah” Peter tried not to make you feel bad as he knew that the more comfortable you were the less chance there was of another incident happening. Peter also secretly wanted you to feel comfortable around him in general because he was interested in you.. in a scientific way only totally just superhero intrigue.

As Peter walked you to your new room he told you more about himself, he seemed to understand that you didn’t want to talk much yet and he happily filled the gap allowing you to learn more about him. He spoke about his Aunt, who he adored, and her not so great cooking, he also spoke about his friends from school and how there’s this one guy called Flash who kind of annoys him and calls him names to which you offered to beat him up. Peter couldn’t tell if you were being serious with that one but he’s pretty sure you were and made a mental note to never let you near Flash.

By the time you were at your room and Peter had finished watching you gush over how beautiful it was with its large bed on a platform and marble bathroom, which Peter found adorable, you were exhausted, but you were enjoying the company of Peter too much to hide yourself in your room just yet.

“Um-could you stay with me for a while just to y’know help me settle in” you looked at your hands at you spoke that we’re intertwined in front of you, a habit Peter had picked up you did when nervous or uncomfortable.

“Yea, of course, always” Peter smiles warmly at you and sat at the edge of your excessively large bed whilst you got comfortable and leaned against the head board.

“You don’t have to sit at the end you look really awkward” You smiles at him and patted the space next to you. Peter shuffled down and mirrored your position against the head board.

“What’s it like? Roaming the streets and using your powers to help people?” Your voice was small and Peter noticed this situation made you more vulnerable as you simply sat next to him in your bed looking like a normal teenage girl, no handcuffs, no hospital gown and no blood and dirt covering your body.

“I mean I love it’s great, it’s tiring balancing it with school but if I don’t help people who will ya know?” Peter looked proud when he spoke about what he did, his eyes lit up and he sat a little straighter and you realised you had made a wrong judgement about the avengers - well at least about Peter - when you were with HYDRA, they were no where near as bad. You don’t think Peter had a bad bone in his body.

“You could do that someday, go out there and use whatever powers you have to help people, earth really needs all the help it can get recently” you laughed softly at that as you recalled the attack on New York as well as the multiple other alien threats alone that have swarmed Earth.

“Maybe” Peter’s heart grew fonder at your words, knowing you wanted to use your powers for good showed you weren’t the weapon HYDRA made you. The reality was that you did want to use your powers for good, if you were going to be stuck with them might as well make a change but you knew it could never happen. As long as HYDRA held him there was nothing you could do.

Peter noticed the sad and far away look in your eyes and wanted to know the story behind it, what they did to you there and he wanted to help but he knew tonight wasn’t the night so instead he opted to ask if you wanted to watch a film.

“Yea, I’m several years behind on pop culture though so I think you should choose the film” Peter laughed at that and asked FRIDAY to put on Star Wars The Force Awakens.

“Wait, do you have no clue what’s been going on for the past few years?” Peter had a look on his face you couldn’t quite read as you slowly shook your head.

“Only a few bits mainly alien attacks and that”

“Do you know who is president?” Peter looked like an excited puppy but also mildly worried as he asked the question.

“No? Isn’t it Obama?” Peter groaned at your answer and yelled out an I wish.

“ITS DONALD TRUMP” at this you also yelled out knowing exactly who Peter was talking about.

“I want to go back into hiding now” you joked and Peter laughed at that, throwing his head back slightly and his eyes wrinkled as he closed them, it was one of the most beautiful sights you’d ever seen.

“We have so much to discuss! Did you know One Direction broke up?” You gasped and Joked about how one of your school friends must still be heart broken over it.

The movie was long forgotten as Peter updated you on the world, showing you YouTube clips of award shows and music videos to memes and “vines” which you ended up laughing so hard at some point a lamp went flying across a room when you covered your mouth to control yourself, only making you and Peter laugh harder.

Tony had run in when FRIDAY alerted him of the smash and as he came in the door, almost out of breath, he stopped dead in his tracks at you throwing the clock onto the floor using your abilities and yelling “YEET”. Teenagers were confusing Tony had decided.

“What’s going on here?” The sound of Tony made you and Peter jump with wide eyes realising he had just witnessed you destroying his furniture for meme purposes.

“Mr Stark! Nothing! I was just keeping Y/N company and updating her on the world and stuff” Peter jumped up from the bed as he spoke and his hands moved like crazy to explain things which you noted meant he was kind of nervous.

“Right, Any more of this ‘yeeting’ and I’ll be taking the repairs out of your college fund, how about we leave Y/N to sleep?” Peter quickly nodded and said a quick goodnight to you to which you smiled and nodded in return.

“Wait, college fund?” You heard Peter yell from just outside the door as he chased Tony down the hall from your now sealed door making you laugh again.

The first night in a proper bedroom was different that what you expected. The extra space made you slightly anxious so you curled up tighter in the too fluffy duvet and the mattress felt too soft making you toss and turn. Sleep wouldn’t consume you and so your thoughts had their chance to run wild. They started thinking about Peter and how kind he was to you, someone understanding when you did or didn’t want to talk whilst also just knowing how to calm you down even when he’d barely met you. Your thoughts then drifted to his warm brown eyes that shone when he smiled and the golden flecks became more obvious after he’d just finished laughing and they were slightly glossed over from closing them too tightly and his hair that looked so soft and curled in just the right places to frame his god like bone structure. How could one boy be so.. perfect?

No. No one was perfect and you knew that first hand. You couldn’t hold any feelings for Peter because then it would cause a conflict of interests. HYDRA would take you back and either as punishment make you attack the avengers and get yourself killed or worse, if they found out you liked Peter they’d make you kill him. You couldn’t let your feelings harm yet another person. And so you drifted off hoping for a dreamless sleep.

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You jolted awake, a blanket of sweat covering your body as your chest heaved. Your mind raced with the events of your nightmares but every time you tried to shake away the thoughts your mind would always go to the same image. The image of him, and how emotionless his eyes looked.

Malcom often haunted your dreams making you scream out in your HYDRA cell until one of the guards would eventually get tired of your screams and wake you with a bucket of water being thrown over you. But being around Peter and acting the way you were seemed to intensify them and it made you shiver.

You stared at the ceiling for a few more hours until you saw the sun begin to rise and shine some light through the blinds on the windows, you decided two hours sleep was enough for now and got up to have a shower.

After you were clean and dry the automated voice you heard Tony call FRIDAY spoke into your room, making you jump lightly.

“Mr Stark has been alerted that you are awake and has requested you in the Kitchen. Night lock is now unactivated” you heard the door make a click noise which you assume was it being unlocked and you quickly slipped through it, ready to try and adjust to being able to wander freely.

You wondered slowly towards the avengers kitchen, mostly because you were trying to remember your way there as you were too focused on Peter when he lead you from the kitchen to your room yesterday. As you turned what you suspected was the final corner the smell of warm food you couldn’t quite place filled your nose and filled you with nostalgia. The memory of the smell of the food was so distant but your brain automatically switched into childhood glee at the thought of it and for the first time in a long time your back muscles eased up slightly.

As you timidly stepped into the kitchen, making sure your steps were light and unable to be detected, you saw a broad man with a metal arm stood over the stove and his long messy brown hair tied into a bun on top of his head. He turned slightly and your eyes widened at him, from the metal arm you guessed who he was but seeing his face with the light stubble on his jaw confirmed your suspicions. The winter solider was making pancakes.

“Good morning” his voice was gruff and filled with sleep but nonetheless held a cheerful and welcoming tone which let you relax slightly in his presence. From the years in HYDRA you had heard whispers of the legend stood in front of you wearing sweats and a gym shirt, how deadly he was and how for decades he was HYDRA’s greatest weapon. He could come out of nowhere and kill anyone and disappear like he never existed in the first place. You and Malcom used to telepathically tell each other rumours and also made up scary campfire esque stories about the Winter Solider from your cells that were next to each other, helping both of you fall asleep at night whilst also letting your imaginations run wild on something that wasn’t what awful things were going to happen to you next.

“So you’re the floor shaker Tony has adopted?” He put a pancake on a plate and pushed it towards you on the kitchen counter and pointed towards the various toppings and sauces on the island in the middle of the floor.

“I guess I am” you shrugged nonchalantly and took the plate with a small thank you, decorating the pancakes with all the sweet treats you had missed from the years of dull and flavourless food you’d been stuffed with in your cell. Bucky hummed at you again and turned the stove off so that he could fully face you.

With his full body turned towards you he could fully assess you but you could also do the same. You noticed his metal arm had changed and no longer bore the HYDRA star from the photo attached to his photo and also the relaxed nature of his posture. If you didn’t know you doubt you would’ve believed this same man was a HYDRA rat because of just how at peace his eyes seemed. No longer cold and distant but they held a glint of happiness.

“Where’s Mr Stark? The computer said he wanted me here?” You said in between inhaling the pancakes like they were your last meal on earth. Bucky had raised his eyebrows in amusement at how quickly you ate them, not even sure you were swallowing.

“He’ll be here soon, him and Peter are just working on something in the labs” Your heart rate quickened at the mention of Peters name and you thanked all the Gods you could think of that the solider didn’t have super hearing.

“Oh okay” you tried to play it cool and decided against licking the plate clean even though you were very tempted to just to get one last taste of the sweet pancake goodness. “Thanks for the food um...”

“Bucky” he stuck his hand out for you to shake and you cautiously took it but quickly snatched your hand back and placed the plate in the sink and sat back on the barstool at the island to wait for Tony.

“I Uh know what happened with Wanda the other day” this made you direct your attention from the doorway back to Bucky as his stare at you became more determined. “I know transitioning is hard and I’m not going to bore you with me telling you I know what you went through because if I’m honest I don’t, I barely remember what I went through myself so I have no idea what they did to you” Your stare at him didn’t falter and Bucky took that as a sign to carry on.

“Just know that you’re not alone and turning your back on the world is a cop out, I’m not going to take the same crap Wanda did from you so just know that” although his words may have seemed harsh his tone was full of sincerity and kindness that you didn’t have the energy to fight so you simply nodded, not wanting to spill any secrets or step in a grey area. Bucky seemed pleased with your response enough to smile at you and go on to make a smoothie leaving you to listen to the sound of the blender and ponder over your future in this compound and with the avengers. HYDRA was still part of your life no matter how much the avengers tried to convince you otherwise and you knew they’d come for you, nothing was this easy. An unsettling feeling stormed over you and rested on your shoulders like a cloud ready to burst with lightning at any moment.

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So there’s part 4. More Peter interaction and development in this part that i love as well as a fond Bucky. I really want to play on loads of different relationships in this so let me know what you think!

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The more you know. (Part 2 of Fear is an illusion *Badboy!Klaus AU*)

Yes, guys, it's finally here! After centuries, I've arrived with the sequel since I was missing badboy!Klaus 😂

Genre: a romcom tbh

SUPER fucking long tbh. I think.

(Second Person Point of View)

"Okay, listen; I'm not saying you aren't capable of marrying Jungkook; I'm just saying it's rather unlikely for you to have a face to face conversation in the first place!" Guy argues, almost walking sideways to look at Amelia. It was a habit of his when arguing; regardless of what he's doing, he needs to face whoever he's arguing with. So, the fact that you were all walking on a sidewalk of a busy street didn't really prevent him from turning his upper body towards her.

"Well, If I were to carry out the ellaborate plan that I've already come up with in my head, I have a good chance of getting at least 2 minutes with him, and scientifically, guys take what? Like 9 seconds to fall in love?" Amelia insists. 

By now, it was perfectly normal for these two to argue about the weirdest things, and you just learned to enjoy it and laugh.

You intervene, possibly keeping the disagreement going, "I don't think that's accurate information, Amelia.."

"Yeah, putting 'scientifically' before it doesn't just make it science, Amelia!" Guy further teases her.

"Why are y'all ganging up on me?!" She huffs, placing her fists on her hips.

You laugh, "We aren-" but before you can finish your sentence, a shop worker cuts you off. You expected it to be one of those 'hey can I have 5 minutes of your time? Cool! How about you donate to save the single-toed-red-nosed-pink-haired wobbly penguins of the saudi deserts; it'll only be 7 thousand dollars a day!' People that you can never escape; Is this the end? Is he gonna talk you to death? Will you be another victim of the never ending advertising violence?? Maybe! But today's not the day; good for you!

"Would you like to try our new unicorn cupcakes? We're handing out a free cupcake for every drink you buy!" You turn towards the man. He stood on one of the few steps that led to the entrance of the shop, displaying a bright smile, as he held a sign with their offer written on it along with the picture of the cupcake.

Regardless of his undeniable beauty, his attractiveness wasn't why you stared too much. It was something else. You'd seen that guy before; you were sure of it! But where?

Before you could pinpoint where you'd seen the man before, your friends cheered in agreement. The blond man chuckles, motioning with his right hand towards the glass doors, "Follow me, then!"

While your friends observed the store in awe, your attention seemed to be focused elsewhere..

The man seemed to draw you in by some strange force; it was like you'd known him before. Perhaps it was just the warm aura surrounding him, or maybe you were exaggerating and you just found him attractive, cuz to be fair, he was. Unable to solve the mystery, you carry on staring at his back till he reaches the counter. His broad shoulders were impossible to miss, and even though his muscular, built body would fit on a Calvin Klein ad, here he was, dressed in a pastel pink button up shirt, paired with light blue jeans and a brown apron. He even had a little, brown handkerchief scarf tied around his neck plus a brown beret, for some fucking reason. You chuckle to yourself as you look at the back of his head, blonde hair peeking from underneath the accessory.

Wait.

"I've waited for it to snow since forever!" You let out a groan of pleasure, staring at the snow flakes as they gently float to the ground, forming a beautiful white cover to coat the streets.

"Would you mind keeping those noises for the bedroom?" Guy fakes a disgusted look.

You playfully slap his arm, but before you could respond, Amelia yells for you to watch out, causing you to jump away from the street in panic. Due to the slippery nature of the snow, your butt collides with the ground, just in time for a guy on a motorcycle to zoom past you.

"Yo, watch where you're going!" You shout, more to show your annoyance than to gain a reaction from the stranger.

The man turns to look at you with a smile, "Sorry, sweetheart, didn't see you there." He yells back.

That smile. That fucking smile and that pretty hair. It's him, isn't it?!   

"Man, you're doing great today! You've brought in like half our customers since morning!" Another male, wearing the same uniform (excluding the questionable beret), pats the blond on the back. "You deserve some type of reward for it!"

The brown-haired male stands behind the counter. "So, you're ordering the offer or?" He props his glasses on the bridge of his nose before pressing some buttons on the screen in front of him. Instead of replying, you could only glare at the blond. Your pants were barely even dry! 

"Yes!" Regardless, Amelia cheers, "I'll have a caramel frappuccino; Guy?" She turns to her left.

"Hmm. I think I'll have that too." He nods with a smile.

"(Y/N)?" Amelia turns to you.

"Oh, um.." Left hand under your chin, you direct your attention away from the jerk and observe the menu in silence, feeling pressured to pick something quickly, considering everyone was waiting for you. "Just hot chocolate, please." You smile at the cashier. 

Everyone's attention was then turned back to the cashier as he recites your orders; however you could still feel a pair of eyes on you. "You left him, huh?" The owner of the lingering gaze muses, leaving you puzzled. 

"Huh?" You turn to face him, unintentionally letting your hand float awkwardly in the air. Taking the position of your hand to his advantage, the man grabs your hand, his fingers taking hold of your ring finger in particular. "What are you-" alarmed and annoyed, you attempt to pull your hand away, but his statement momentarily stole any energy left in you. 

"Your ring. It's gone. You called off the engagement." You almost thought he was unamused, but he lifts his head to stare into your eyes, smirking in the process. "You listened to me." 

"W-what?" That's when you were able to pull your hand out of his grasp, but it merely flew up to your mouth. "..Klaus?" You whispered. The familiar name rolled off your tongue, leaving an aftertaste of nostalgia. 

"Awwhh! You remember me after all! I'm flattered!" He mockingly exaggerates flattery and places his hand on his chest. 

"Who's Klaus?" Guy wonders aloud, earning a response from Amelia. 

"He's (Y/N)'s knight in shining armour." She clasps her fingers together in front of her chest. Leaning closer to Guy, She then proceeds to add her own recollection of the story, as if her previous answer wasn't humiliating enough. "They had a steamy night together in a pool." She smirks. 

"It was just a kiss!" Face burning with embarrassment, you attempt to silence your too-talkative-for-her-own-good friend. 

"I would say it was rather steamy though." Klaus winks. 

"Shut up!" You sputter nonsense, trying to change the subject, "p-plus, what even is this?! Weren't you like a bad boy or a punk or whatever last time I saw you?? Now you're..selling unicorn cupcakes?!" 

"Hey, what's wrong with unicorn cupcakes?!" The male behind the cashier protests. 

"Yeah, at least he's not selling drugs, y'know?" Guy shrugs. 

"What? Bad boys can't earn a living nowadays?" Klaus acts indignant, and for a moment all you could hear is your friends and the staff acting as dramatic as yourself on your particularly difficult period days. 

"W-well..ugh! Just nevermind!" Then another accusation came to mind, "wait! Earlier! It was you on the motorcycle, wasn't it?! I fell over because of you! My jeans are still wet because of you!" 

"That's what she said." Guy mumbles to Amelia, who snickers, leading you to add this to the list of reasons you don't know why you're friends with these two. 

Unlike Guy who tried to keep the joke between the two of them, Amelia ensures you hear hers. "He got you wet twice so far!" They both almost fall over laughing. Do you kill yourself yet? 

Klaus laughs, "You have funny friends." 

"Lucky me." Sarcasm dripping from your words, you sigh. 

"Your drinks." The brown-haired worker pushes your drinks towards you. "And your cupcakes!" He hands each of you a cupcake, adorned with white, pastel pink, and pastel purple icing. On top of the cupcake stood a proud golden cone, representing a unicorn's horn. The glittery wrapping of the cupcakes and the tiny 'pearls' scattered on top added to how cute the dessert look. It was literally too adorable to be eaten. 

"Well, we have some catching up to do, so get your stuff, and we'll go." Klaus takes off his apron and walks past a door that held a Staff Only sign. 

"What? What are you talking about?!" Raise your voice as much as you please, the only response you're getting is dirty looks from other customers. 

"Come on; you wanted to run into him again, didn't you?" Amelia nudges you. "Well, he's right here in front of you; you won't just let him go, will you? You may not get this chance ever again." 

"Amelia, we know where he works; what are you-" She presses her index finger to Guy's lips, cutting off his reasonable assertion. 

"So? Are you gonna take the interesting, fun, Ameliazing option? Or are you gonna be as boring as your friend here?" She glances at Guy at the end of her last question.

"I wasn't really giving her a choice anyway." A voice from behind distracts you and your friends from Amelia's nonsense. 

"Your drink." Klaus, who now looked more similar to the Klaus in your memory, hands you the hot paper cup you hadn't picked up yet. "Let's go." He tilts his head towards the entrance. 

"I'm sorry, what? Where are you going? Your shift hasn't ended yet!" The beret-less worker rushes to stop Klaus. 

"You just said I deserve a reward, didn't you?" Klaus pats the guy (who only now did you notice wore a badge that said manager) on the shoulder before walking towards the entrance of the café. 

"Klaus! Klaus!" No matter how many times he called out, the blond wouldn't budge. "Dammit; he just never listens." He sighs, ruffling his hair in defeat. 

"So? Go after him!" Amelia pushes you forward. She throws her hand over Guy's shoulder, "Guy and I will hang out for a bit; you go have fun with your saviour!" 

"He only gave her advice; I wouldn't clasify him as a 'saviour', like-" Guy's logic was once again cut off by Amelia's louder nonsense; she nudges him and proceeds to kick you outside into the cold arms of the snowy weather. 

"Took you long enough." Your 'saviour' mumbles, swinging his leg over his motorcycle and waving for you to do the same. 

××× 

"You spilled half my drink, and I think I squeezed the flour out of my poor cupcake.." you look down at the tilted horn and what’s left of the pearls. Even the icing was downgraded from a professional's work to a child's free time in the kitchen. 

Klaus sighs, "I work there; I'll make you another." 

"Good. And I ain't payin' for it, just so you know." 

 Klaus face palms, his leather, fingerless gloves in full view, "That drink costs like three dollars but sure. Now can we move on with our date?" 

"When did I ever agree to this being a date?" You cross your arm and look away with pride. 

"I can always just take off with this baby and leave you here." He pats the motorcycle and shrugs, giving you a challenging smirk. 

"Asshole." You mumble. 

He sighs. "Can we just go?" 

After a short pause, Klaus raises an eyebrow" Why are you still holding onto those?" You look down at the deformed paper cup in your hand and the mess that used to be the most beautiful cupcake you'd ever seen. A moment of silence for that brave fallen soldier. 

Or maybe not. Klaus had already snatched the items and placed them on the ground, next to the brick wall that seemed to go on forever. Did he take you to China or something? 

"Let's go; my friend is waiting." You wondered what that meant, and where he was taking you, but with Klaus, you quickly learned not to question him, for his brain was wired differently. He'd decided the best way to cheer a stranger up was to sneak them into a pool. It couldn't be any stranger than that, could it? 

"A barn? Why are you taking me here?" Flashbacks to horror stories you'd read about people getting murdered in such places popped into your head, and even though it was just Klaus, you started thinking of how you don't actually know Klaus. He could literally be a drug dealer, and you wouldn't know. He could be the murderer that kills people in barns! And! Again! You! Wouldn't! Know! Yippiiee.. 

"My friend is waiting inside. Now be quiet; we don't want to alarm anyone that we're here, cuz again, this isn't my property." Klaus pulls you by the arm and stealthily begins walking towards the building, slightly crouching while keeping you both in the shadows. You wonder if you should be crouching too, but it looked rather comical, so you quickly decide against it and walk awkwardly behind him - back prefectly straight - instead. 

His answer left you with more questions than you previously had had. You felt like a child that was just told there were more candy in the big white van... 

Why did you think this was okay? To follow some stranger into an empty area at night like this? It was ridiculously stupid, but here you are. 

When you reached the doors to the barn, he facepalmed. "I forgot about this; I don't have anything on me to use...do you have a bobby pin?"

"Uh, I think so.." You fish through your pockets; you had a habit of forgetting stuff in there, so there was really no telling what you might find. 

"There." You hand him a slightly chapped bobby pin. 

He bends it in some odd shape before turning to stick it into the keyhole of the lock hanging from a chain around the door handles. 

"Not to be that person, but what are you doing?" You bend to peek at his hands as they tinker with the lock. 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" You couldn't see his face, but you were pretty sure he just rolled his eyes. 

"What? You just walk around sneaking into places in your free time?! How are you not in jail?! You said we were meeting a friend!" His head snaps towards you, eyes glaring daggers at you. 

"Do you want to go to jail? Because you couldn't be any louder than you are right now. I'm not in jail because I'm good at it, unlike some people. And we are meeting a friend; this is my dad's stable if it makes you feel any better. We're not stealing anything. We’re just borrowing it." He shrugs and gets back to work, lock clicking open a moment later. 

"But I don't understand. If it's your dad's, why are we sneaking around?" Klaus pushes the doors open, revealing rows and rows of hourses on each side of you. Why anyone would need that much horses you couldn't understand. 

"I don't talk to him anymore, but that doesn't mean I won't be visiting my friends here. Specifically this one." He pauses next to a black horse with a white patch on its forehead, and said horse immediately nuzzles closer to him, rubbing its head to the side of a very pleased Klaus's face. 

"Why don't you?" The realization of how little you know about Klaus shifted from scaring you to slapping you right across the face with guilt. Last time, you were so upset with the engagement, you didn't even think of asking about what Klaus is like or what his family is like or anything. 

 "He's angry I didn't pursue medicine like he did. He doesn't approve of my studies, so I left." He appeared visibly uncomfortable by the topic, so you tried to shift it a little. 

"What did you pursue?" Even though the stable was dimly lit, nothing could hide the pink tint on his cheeks. 

"Culinary studies." 

 "Oh, that's pretty cool! When are you cooking me something?" You tease, but genuine excitement was clear in your grin and voice. 

"Never. Now, shut up and pick a horse! I'll be taking Thunder here, and since it's your first time, I'd suggest you take-" He bites back whatever he was going to say and resorts to pointing at a beautiful brown horse opposite to Thunder. "That one." 

"What? Don't tell me you named it that one. Also, what makes you think it's my first time?" You puff your chest out, a hand on your hip. 

"It's not?" 

You slump, "It is." 

Klaus shakes his head in disbelief, "Just let me strap down the saddles, and then we can go." 

"You haven't told me its name! I can't just walk around calling it that one. Why do you get a horse named Thunder, and I get a horse named that one?!" You complain for absolutely no reason other than to get on his nerves because it was always funny to see the chill bad boy lose his cool. 

"He has a name, okay? And I'm giving you that one, because it's a gelding, so it's rather gentle and easy to control; Thunder is a mare, so she's pretty aggressive for a beginner. Plus, she tends to not listen to strangers...or to most people to be fair.." He begins strapping down the saddles, stirrups, reins, and a lot of other stuff you don't know the names of. 

You wondered if it was a good idea to tease him while he was placing the things that would keep you on top of the horse and not fall to your death. Oh well.  "What's his name then?" He mumbles something in response, but you couldn't hear a single letter of it. "What?”

"Sparkle! His name is Sparkle! I was 13, okay?!" You could tell he was seconds away from zipping that leather jacket up to his forehead if he could. And for that reason, of course, you burst into laughter. It was the most unexpected thing you could've heard from him yet also the sweetest; sure, the guy works at a place that sells unicorn cupcakes; you probably shouldn't have been that surprised by how soft this is, but still, you couldn't help but want to pinch his cheeks or something. You prefer not to die though, so you keep the thought to yourself. 

"That's so cute! I'll take Sparkle; I love him already!" You giggle. 

"Just shut up." He mutters, cheeks still red (You prefer to think it was because he was blushing and not because of the cold weather). 

"Come on; it's adorable! Turns out you're not as harsh as you want to appear to be." You wiggle your eyebrows at the male that was physically very capable of bashing your brains in with no weapons whatsoever but one that was also too nice to hurt anyone. Well, he does trespass on people's properties, but let's pretend that's not a crime. 

"Remind me why I'm on a date with you?" He hands you the rein strapped to Sparkle. You only giggle in response, following him outside, carefully pulling the horse along. 

"Well, that doesn't feel very sneaky." You mumble. You were both just dragging two grown-ass horses in the middle of an empty landscape coated with layers of snow that gave away the positions of your relatively dark horses and yourselves extra easily. "Plus, is it even safe to ride horses in that snow?" 

"Yeah, they're able to walk on that type of snow just fine." He replies, still dragging Thunder to God knows where. You follow him, asking no questions. 

The only conversations made were between you and Sparkle; it felt kinda one-sided, but you were sure Sparkle was warming up to you. 

Finally, Klaus paused, causing you to excitedly stand next to him, so you could see your destination. Your eyes glint in awe; it was an abandoned beach with several cliffs staring down at the frozen body of water and the white cover surrounding it. 

"It's Thunder and I's favourite place." Klaus beams. "I don't have to tell you, right? No running onto the frozen water; we don't know how stable it is. Plus, horses don't do well on ice." He warns, and it slightly worries you that he speaks as if he'd seen it happen before. You don't ask. 

"Sure." 

"Now, let me give you some instructions." He begins showing you the basics of how to control the horse and assures you the horse won't slip and kill you both. "Easy enough?" 

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can do that." You nod, tingles of anticipation wrapping your whole body. Klaus easily gets on top of Thunder, leaving you to stare at Sparkle, whose stirrup was about chest height to you. That made getting on top of it seem like a bit of a challenge. 

"Um..how do I..?" He'd explained how to do it, but all of that seemed useless as you wondered how you even place your left leg on the stirrup in the first place. 

"Oh, sorry, I forgot I need to hold him for you, since you haven't tried this before." He dismounts and holds the rein for you, looking at you as if he just solved world hunger. He hadn't even solved your how-to-get-on-top-of-a-horse-twice-your-size problem.

He seemed to realize you were still incapable of doing anything after the mini staring contest you had with him. He sighs, shoulders slumping. "Do you always have trouble climbing stuff?" 

"I'll have you know I climb stuff all the time, but excuse me for not having a rich dad that owns an entire stable of horses or for not climbing walls to sneak into pools. I'm pretty sure most people can agree with me!" You huff and place your fists on each side of your hips. 

"Of course." He shakes his head and approaches you. "I'll lift you up by the waist then you do the steps I told you...as well as you can while you're standing on air, I guess...I'll help; just go ahead." He stands behind you and squats down a bit, wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you off the floor. The amount of strength this guy has. Does cooking count as a sport?? Cuz damn.

You place your left foot on the stirrup and swing your right leg over the horse while Klaus helps push and steady you on top. 

"You're welcome!" Klaus yells mockingly before walking back to the black horse that stood out beautifully in its pale surroundings. 

At first, you were extremely tense, trying your best not to fuck up and piss off Sparkle in any way. The horse was gentle enough; you didn't wanna change that. Soon enough, though, you were racing against Klaus, icy wind violently blowing your hair back. The cold air striking your face and entire body felt freeing in some way; you wanted to live in that moment forever, giggling as you try to catch up with the guy that had way more training than you ever did. 

You felt unstoppable- unbreakable. Maybe you were high off speed or weather, but whichever it was, you didn't care; you just wanted to enjoy this sensation to the fullest. 

"Do you wanna stop here for a bit?" Klaus yells, not bothering to slow down (probably fearing you'd take lead for one second before he beats you again). 

"Sure!" You yell back. 

As Klaus gets off, you decide to try and dismount without his help. It didn't seem like a good idea, but you did it anyway. It was going well at first, but then you realized how far the ground really is, causing you to stumble back a bit after violently hitting the ground with your foot, which wouldn't have been a problem if your right foot wasn't still stuck in the stirrup. 

Of course you had to fall onto your back in the most humiliating way possible. "Great. Twice in the same day." You huff, glaring at the sky, not really bothering to get up. 

Klaus clutches his stomach as he doubles over, laughing. It would've been a wonderful view if it weren't for the fact that he was laughing at you. 

You sit up to stare at him, "Come on; it's not that funny!" 

He merely pauses to take a breather and utter out "Whatever you say." Then, immediately, he's back to hysterical laughter. 

Without thinking too much, you find yourself charging at the tall blond, tackling him to the ground. "Now that is funny." You smirk. 

His face mirrors yours- a smirk tugging at his lips. "Now that is hot." He whispers, gently pushing his lips against yours. 

He props himself up on his elbow, keeping his right hand free to get lost in your hair. You place your knees on each side of his torso, hands cupping his face as you take lead of the kiss. 

Klaus sits up, careful not to push you off by accident (now that would be such a mood killer), now placing his left hand on your hip and pulling you closer to him. Both of you snuggle closer to feel as much of each other's warmth as you could. 

"I almost forgot how good that felt." You breathe out with a chuckle after you both break the kiss. Your foreheads were still only centimeters apart, allowing you to admire the details of Klaus's face up close. The way his eyes glint, the thick eyelashes you definitely weren't jealous of, the way his lips pull into a smile when he notices you staring- he was beautiful in so many different ways. 

"Maybe we should do it more often. That way, you can never forget." You wanted to kiss that smug-ass expression right off his gorgeous face. 

"Shut up." You slap his arm playfully and get up. The cold air hitting you hard, now that your mind wasn't focused on kissing an attractive blond. 

"You're cold." Klaus states. 

"I'm oka-" before you could finish, he placed his leather jacket on your shoulders, leaving him with only a long-sleeved shirt. 

"What are you doing?! Do you want to die of hypothermia?! Why aren't you dressed in layers of clothes?! I'm wearing literally my entire closet; why aren't you?!" You place the jacket back on an amused-looking Klaus. "We need to get you somewhere warm; let's go." 

Klaus chuckles but doesn't object. 

"Well, um, a little help here first." You sheepishly turn back to Klaus when you remember your little issue with riding the horse. "Not a word, Klaus!" You warn, knowing he was trying his best not to burst into laughter. 

"I didn't say anything." He raises his hands in defence- a grin still splattered right across his face

The ride back was a lot slower; maybe because neither one of you wanted your time together to end. Both horses walk side by side, allowing you and Klaus to have a normal conversation without yelling.

"Is it okay if I ask you something personal?" Your eyes search his features for any sign of discomfort.

"Sure." He replies with ease.

"Why haven't you tried to fix your relationship with your dad. I mean you can't possibly stop talking to him for something so trivial; he's family."

Klaus sighs, not out of annoyance but more like he hasn't thought of this in a long time. After a few moments of silence, excluding the sound of hooves repeatedly sinking through the crust of snow, his small, vulnerable voice broke the silence, "I'm scared."

He laughs lightly, mockery and insecurity instead of happiness evident in the action. "Ironically." He adds. "I advise you not to be scared, but here I am." 

"Everyone's scared of something. It's what makes us human, isn't it?" You turn your head to give him a smile- a slightly tense one, though, since you weren't used to directing your attention to anything but the horse while riding.

"I guess so."

"But you have to talk to him. Just like you encouraged me to do what I was scared of, I encourage you to do what you're scared of. What's the worst that could happen anyway? He gets mad? You already don't talk. You have nothing to lose."

He stays quiet, only giving a simple nod. It makes you wonder if you should've kept quiet about it after all. Did you make him uncomfortable?

"You're probably right." His sudden reply - though quiet enough - startles you, almost knocking you off the horse.

"This time we should stay in contact then you can tell me how it went." You half joke, still not believing that last time you two idiots actually kissed and enjoyed each other's companies but forgot to mention any method of communication. But here you are, together again.

"Of course." He laughs.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

xxx

Your phone buzzes, signalling a text.

SparKLAUS: guess where I am?

You: not trespassing I hope

SparKLAUS: ha ha very funny

SparKLAUS sent a photo.

You smile in awe at the selfie of himself and three other blonds that looked a lot like him; it would be creepy if you didn't know they were his father and siblings. They were all gathered around a fireplace, dressed in layers of clothing to keep themselves warm- Klaus, being the only one dressed in black. However, upon closer inspection, you could see white and blue peeking from beneath Klaus's leather jacket: a sweater. For once, Klaus was dressed appropriately and not trying to freeze to death.

SparKLAUS: you're late Miss Always On Time

SparKLAUS: we might just eat the cake without you

You: noooo I'm omw!!

SparKLAUS: never heard that one before

You: shut up goldstein 

You grab your purse and rush out the door, eager to meet up with Klaus and his family. Of course, eager to taste his baking for the first time as well.

[choisgirls]

ok so there's ton of HCs of the RFA protecting MC but what if the tables were turned? How about some HCs of MC protecting the RFA + Saeran from harassment/being hit on by other people? (in all honesty if someone hit on my S/O they would experience hell)

A/N: honestly i’d liketo say i’d be the same but like i’m too shy and just yeah with my personalityi’d just let it happen unless my s/o is uncomfortable ^^;;; (also loOK I TRIEDTO MAKE IT NON VIOLENT FOR THE MOST PART BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE DON’T LIKE VIOLENCEBUT I MEAN I’M THE TYPE TO THROW PUNCHES SOOOO) ~Admin 404

 *YOOSUNG:

           -I’ve discussed before that he isvery oblivious

           -So he wouldn’t even really noticewhen people hit on him?

           -But you sure did, and you didn’tenjoy it one bit

           -Don’T HIT ON MY OBLIVIOUS LIL BABY

           -He never really acknowledges ituntil he sees the disapproving face you’re giving the other person

           -Then he starts getting a littleuncomfortable because wow he finally started to think about what the person wassaying, and that’s where you step in

           -You’re a nice person, you neverreally get physical with the person, you just…. use your facial expressionsto communicate.

           -So when you gave the person hittingon your boyfriend a death glare that could almost rival Saeran’s…. thenimmediately replace it with a smile…. needless to say, they froze.

           -In a sweet, innocent voice, yougreet them, introducing yourself as his s/o, and watch as they (usually)nervously take their leave

           -He actually really appreciates itthough? Like, you love and appreciate him enough to get jealous like that? Notto mention you’ve gotten him out of a few awkward situations where he was toonice to just walk away. WOW MC LOVES ME, THAT’S AMAZING please take chargemore often mc, wink wonk

*ZEN:

           -ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE

           -But at the same time he’s concernedbecause some of his fans….. tend to be a little…. adherent

           -You never get physical or hurtanyone, mind you

           -But you’re very open with youremotions

           -So if someone is hitting on him,you immediately voice your opinion

           -You place yourself in betweenwhoever is flirting with your Zenny and himself, and look them in the eye

           -“Hi there, I’m MC, Zen’s s/o.It’s nice to meet you. You think he’s handsome? That’s so funny, I think thattoo!”

           -Sounds nice, right? WRONG- yourvoice has a hint of disapproval in it, not to mention dripping with sarcasm andover-exaggerating your words

           -You’re never MEAN though becauseyou couldn’t do that. But you make it obvious enough that, hey, this is my man,please stop hitting on him. And he’s actually just so surprised that this sweetlittle person can lowkey scARE HIM WITH JUST A CERTAIN TONE OF VOICE, WHAT THE

           -He can’t really… judge though?Because he gets the same way no you get way worse, zenny, so as long asthe two of you show each other there’s nothing to worry about, you’re all okay!

*JAEHEE:

           -Baehee takes care of her damn self,okay

           -But she appreciates when you stepin like her hero and save the day

           -Like if someone’s too close for hercomfort, you’re there in a flash to gently drag her in the other direction

           -You’re more of a quiet pouter- ifsomeone’s flirting with her and she doesn’t seem uncomfortable, you stand withyour arms crossed and a pout across your face

           -stOP TRYING TO GIVE HER YOURNUMBER, PEOPLE, SHE DOESN’T WANT IT

           -She tries to be polite but, hey, atthis point, you aren’t because??? Why don’t they get the hint??? No means no??

           -So you’re constantly taking theslip of paper and promptly throwing it away or you wait until she hands you herphone and delete their number. Right in front of them. Show no mercy.

           -Do you feel bad? Yeah sometimes. Doesshe appreciate what you do though? Oh yes, very much

           -You always get a kiss on the cheekwhen you help her out of situations like that SCORE

           - threatened to punch one guythough when he tried touching her hair. doNT DO THAT. THATS MY JAEHEE, YOU STOPTHAT

*JUMIN:

           -He doesn’t even pay attention topeople flirting with him

           -Why should he? He has who he wants,and that’s you. No one else matters???

           -Why do you get so upset over it??? idkjumin why do YOU get so upset over it

           -Takes it as the highest form ofcompliment and profession of love, because that means you want him all toyourself- just like he does with you

           -But MC please don’t get physicalwith these people that’s not professional

           -HE ALMOST HAD TO PRY YOU OFF OFTHIS WOMAN ONCE BECAUSE YOU LITERALLY CLUNG TO HER AS YOU THREATENED BODILYINJURY

           -MC DONT DO THAT YOU CAN GET INSERIOUS TROUBLE

           -Loves when you cling, though. Hangoff his arm, lay your head against his chest, like yES MC DO THAT SHIT, SHOWPEOPLE I’M YOURS

           -He was talking to a guest once, andin mid-sentence, he watched you cover the guest’s eyes with your hand.“You stop that, don’t give him those eyes, you can’t have him” mCPLS

           -Overall, your demeanor stops peoplein their tracks before they even attempt to flirt with him. You radiate thissort of aura that says “back off this is my boyfriend”. Only thestrong-willed attempt, but they always fail. Though, Jumin has to kiss the sideof your head to remind you he isn’t going anywhere, there’s no need to get soworked up

*SAEYOUNG:

           - “why are people flirtingwith me im terrible” (same saeyoung, same)

           -He’s just confused all the time byit

           -And since he’s confused, he doesn’tknow how to really…react. So he just accepts it

           -But??? You don’t like that?? Don’ttouch my nerd boy

           -You like to take the “Jokinglyinsult them but lowkey mean the insult” route to get your point across

           -When I say “insult” idon’t mean you belittle them or anything, mind you. Kind of more along thelines of saying “leave him the fuck alone” without saying itoutright- you say it more in ways like “yeah he does like pizza- hisfavourite is when he’s getting it with me” ya know, that kind of thing

           -And he can’t help but laugh?? Likeit’s kind of mean and the both of you know it is but?? They don’t get the hintto leave him alone??

           -Until you get tired of the personand just grab Saeyoung’s glasses off his face, and plant a kiss straight to hislips

           -Which hey he isn’t gonna complain.He actually takes advantage of the situation and puts his hand on your lowerback, dips you slightly, and just hardcore kisses you because maybe then theperson will get the hint???

           -YOU’RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE THOUGH youwink at the person before you take Saeyoung in the other direction

*V:

           -Don’t even breathe in the directionof my cinnamon roll

           -HE’S SO NICE HE CAN’T BE MEAN TOPEOPLE EVEN WHEN HE’S UNCOMFORTABLE

           -But you can. So when someone’sflirting and asks for his number, you casually walk up and just straight denythem

           -“I was wondering if you’d liketo go grab some dinner some ti-” “No” “Who are you?”“No”

           -YOU DON’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING ELSE.JUST NO.

           -And he just smiles the whole timebecause!!! He’s glad you showed up!!! He loves you so much!!! And you’re ableto say no, unlike him

           -And for the ones who are more…persistent,despite the “no”, your persona flips like a light switch

           -You can walk up, happy andcarefree, and the moment they touch your boyfriend in a more than friendly way,you’re as cold as ice

           -That’s usually his cue that heneeds to excuse the two of you. You’d never say anything harsh, mind you, butyou would sort of keep that personality for the rest of the day. He’d have tofind a way to cheer you up so you don’t feel bad!

           -He always jokes that your face isgonna get stuck in a pout, pinches your cheeks, and waits for you to smile.INTENSE CUDDLING FOR THE REST OF THE DAY because hey MC, he’s yours and no oneis gonna threaten that

*SAERAN:

           -vioLENT

           -i can see why the two of you area couple

           -you perfected the death glarefrom him as well

           -He’s uncomfortable in almost anysituation so someone hitting on him, and that someone NOT being you, makes himVERY UNCOMFORTABLE

           -And he’s not quiet about it, either.He voices that he isn’t interested, and that they should just back off but forsome reason people take that as a challenge?

           -So you warn them with a deathglare, then by reminding them that he said he isn’t interested, then your angergets the better of you

           -There are times that you get apunch or two in, but most of the time, the furthest you get to go is grabbingthem by the front of their shirt, and pulling them real close to your face

           -There’s always threats, and neverclean language

           -But Saeran doesn’t want you to getviolent like he can be so he usually has to physically carry you away from theother person

           -BUT YOU’RE GETTING BETTER! Now youtend to just push the person away, grab Saeran’s hand while giving the otherperson a look of disinterest, and walking away wow mc look at you, you’recalming down!