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[reginrokkr]

Recently, I've been more on the mood of discussing dynamics and do light RPing on Discord now that I have more time to talk with people, hence my lack of activity here in the writing sphere. Under cut I'll be sharing my Discord if any of you peeps would like to add me ♥︎

[amyzworldds]

Part Three: Shattered Roads

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Alt Ending

Y/N’s solo debut prep silences Seventeen’s dorm, the boys clinging to her cardboard cutout—until a devastating car accident lands her in a coma. Torn between tour duties and despair, they rally for her recovery. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th member Genre: Fluff, Humor, Angst

Weeks had bled into a haze, and Y/N still hadn’t woken. Before the crash, Seventeen was mid-world tour, a whirlwind of stages and screams, with a month-long break planned before the Asia leg. Y/N had seized that gap to finish her solo debut, sy/ncing her promo with their return to the road. But the accident shattered everything—her coma stretched on, and the boys faced a gut-wrenching reality: the tour couldn’t stop. Fans had paid, venues were booked, and the machine of K-pop churned on, merciless.

At the airport, they shuffled through the crowd, a lifeless procession of hoodies and hats. Seungcheol led, eyes hollow, jaw tight. Carats waved signs—“We love you!” “Fighting!”—but the boys’ smiles were plastic, rehearsed. They’d visited Y/N that morning, a ritual now—her hospital room a shrine of their guilt and hope. Her parents were there too, taking shifts, but the boys still came, talking to her still form, singing off-key just to fill the silence. “Y/N-ah, you’d hate this quiet,” Seungcheol had murmured, squeezing her hand. “Wake up and yell at us, okay?”

DK had knelt by her bed, voice cracking, “We’re leaving for tour… don’t be mad we’re not here. We’ll be back fast.”

Hoshi lingered, staring at her bandaged head. “Your standee’s mocking us at home. I’d trade it for you in a heartbeat.”

Wonwoo adjusted her blanket, whispering, “Rest up… we need you back…”

Jun patted her arm, faint smile fading, “No pranks ‘til you’re here to laugh…”

Minghao traced her hand, voice soft, “Dance battle’s on hold—don’t forget…”

On the plane, the usual chaos was dead. No Y/N bouncing down the aisle, chattering—“Hoshi oppa, stop hogging the snacks!” or “Dino-yah, let’s film a tiktok!” Just silence, broken by the hum of engines. Seungcheol stared out the window, replaying her scream. Jeonghan clutched a pillow, eyes red. Vernon scrolled his phone, avoiding crash pics still circulating online. They were ghosts, bracing to fake it for millions.

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Two countries down—Singapore, Jakarta—and they’d pulled it off. On stage, they smiled, danced, laughed, feeding Carats the energy they craved. Offstage, they collapsed, calling Y/N’s parents daily. “Any change?” Seungcheol would ask, voice tight.

“Still sleeping,” her mom would say, gentle but heavy. “She’s stable… just waiting.”

DK cried after every call, “She’s missing this—she’d love these crowds…”

Seungkwan nodded, wiping tears, “We’re half a group without her noise…”

Mingyu stared at his phone, her Weverse kimbap post still pinned. “I’d kill to hear her nag me again…”

Wonwoo pushed his glasses up, voice low, “She’d hate us being this quiet…”

Jun fidgeted, “I keep expecting her to jump out, yelling ‘Gotcha!’…”

Minghao sighed, “She’s the pulse… this feels wrong…” They soldiered on, but each show carved deeper into their hollow shells.

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At the hospital, weeks had stacked into a gray blur. Then, one quiet afternoon, Y/N stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, the harsh light stabbing. She squinted, head throbbing, the room spinning into focus—white walls, beeping machines, flowers wilting by the bed. Her mind was a fog—flashes of headlights, a scream, the crash. Nothing else. “W-Where… what day is it?” she croaked, voice rusty.

The door creaked, and her mom stepped in, freezing. “Y/N?!” She dropped her bag, rushing over, tears spilling as she hugged her. “Oh my God, you’re awake—you’re awake!”

Her dad bolted out, shouting, “Doctor! She’s up!” Nurses and doctors swarmed, checking vitals, shining lights in her eyes. “She’s stable,” one said, smiling. “Needs rest, but she’s out of the woods—can leave soon.” The head bandage was gone, just bruises and a faint scar left.

Her mom sobbed, stroking her hair. “We were so scared… the boys too—they’ve been here every chance, wrecked. Especially Seungcheol—he still blames himself, even though we told him it’s not his fault.”

Y/N managed a weak laugh, throat dry. “Dorks… all of them. Cheol oppa’s probably crying into his apron still.” She paused, eyes lighting up. “Mom, don’t tell them I’m awake. I wanna surprise those idiots—they deserve a shock after all this.”

Her mom chuckled through tears, nodding. “You’re evil… fine, my lips are sealed.” She texted Manager Kim instead—“Y/N’s awake, don’t tell the boys—she wants to surprise them.” Kim grinned at his phone, replying, “She’s back—oh, they’re gonna lose it.”

Her dad squeezed her hand, teary but smiling. “You scared us, kid. Rest up—your oppas are gonna need oxygen when you pull this off.”

Y/N smirked, sinking into the pillows, already plotting. The tour trudged on without her, but she was awake—and ready to reclaim her chaos crown.

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Weeks had passed since Y/N woke from her coma, and though she wasn’t fully recovered—still a bit wobbly, head tender—she was back to her scheming self. The boys remained in the dark, slogging through their tour, and she wasn’t about to let them off easy. “Sorry, oppas, you’ll suffer a little longer—it’s me, Y/N, deal with it,” she muttered to herself, smirking in her hospital room. She’d been resting, regaining strength, and plotting a comeback that’d knock their socks off.

One afternoon, she cornered her doctor, eyes gleaming. “Doc, can I dance yet? Sing? I need to know—I’ve got plans!”

The doctor chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “No dancing—not yet, your body’s still healing. But singing? Go for it, just don’t push too hard.” Y/N grinned, clapping weakly. As a thank-you to the nurses and doctors who’d nursed her back from the brink, she staged a mini-concert right there in her private room. Propped on her bed, she belted one of her album tracks—voice a little raspy but alive—nurses tearing up, doctors swaying. “No posting this, okay?” she winked, mid-note. “It’s a secret—I’m cooking something big!” They nodded, charmed, pocketing their phones as she finished with a dramatic bow, nearly toppling off the bed.

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Meanwhile, Seventeen trudged through their final tour leg, a robotic parade of forced smiles and lifeless steps. On stage, they dazzled Carats—Seungcheol’s dimples flashing, Hoshi’s tiger roars echoing—but backstage, they flopped onto couches like deflated balloons, texting Y/N’s mom for updates. “Still not awake,” her reply buzzed back, same as always.

DK groaned, sprawling across Mingyu. “It’s been months—how’s she still out? Is she Sleeping Beauty now?!”

Seungkwan snorted, though his eyes were red. “Yeah, waiting for her prince to kiss her awake—maybe we should send San.”

“Hey!” Hoshi yelped, tossing a water bottle at him. “I’d wake her with my tiger charm, but she’d just yell at me for drooling on her!”

Wonwoo adjusted his glasses, voice low, ���She’s tougher than Sleeping Beauty… but it’s too long…”

Vernon slumped, staring at the ceiling, “I keep thinking she’ll barge in, yelling about my messy bunk…”

Minghao fidgeted with his rings, muttering, “She’d hate this quiet… it’s not her…”

Seungcheol forced a laugh, hollow. “Maybe she’s faking it—testing how long we’ll cry before she jumps us.” They chuckled, but the fear lingered, gnawing deeper with every show.

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Unbeknownst to them, Y/N was orchestrating a masterpiece. Fully discharged but still on the down-low, she’d called Manager Kim, voice brimming with glee. “Oppa, I’ve got a plan—huge surprise, for the boys and Carats! Can we pull it off at their last show?”

“What now, you gremlin?” Kim laughed, already hooked.

“Okay, listen—we fake a technical glitch mid-concert, stop their performance. I hide in a room, lights go out, boys get ushered offstage. Then I sneak on, lights stay off, and I sing a song from my album—boom, surprise! They’ll lose their minds!”

Kim cackled, “You’re evil—I love it. Let’s do it.”

Now, at the final concert venue, Y/N sat in a tucked-away room, makeup artist dabbing at her face, stylist fussing with her outfit—a sparkly number that screamed “I’m back, losers!” She was still a little shaky, but her spirit was ablaze. “They’re gonna cry harder than when they thought I ditched them,” she snickered, peering at her reflection. “Perfect—time to ruin their day in the best way.”

Her makeup artist grinned, “They’ve got no clue—you’re a menace.”

“It’s my love language,” Y/N shot back, stretching her voice with a soft hum. She waited for her cue—two songs from the end—heart pounding with mischief. The boys, oblivious robots on stage, had no idea their Sleeping Beauty was about to wake up and wreck their world.

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The boys was mid-“Super” performance, tearing up the stage—Seungcheol belting, Hoshi roaring, Mingyu flexing —when the music screeched to a halt. Lights snapped off, plunging the arena into dark chaos. Carats gasped, the boys froze mid-step, and confusion erupted.

“What the—?!” Seungcheol barked, spinning around. “Did the sound guy fall asleep?!”

“Hyung, what’s happening?!” DK yelped, clutching Mingyu’s arm. “Are the lights gonna spark? What if the stage catches fire?! Carats are out there!”

“Calm down, it’s not a disaster movie!” Mingyu hissed, though he looked spooked too. “But seriously, what’s up? Are we cursed now?!”

A staff member bolted onstage, flustered, whispering to Seungcheol, “Technical glitch—backstage, now!” His panic was contagious, and the boys stumbled off, muttering.

“Technical glitch my foot!” Hoshi grumbled, tripping over a cable. “This better not be Hoshi sabotage—I’m too pretty to die in a spark shower!”

Backstage, they piled into a room, sweaty and jittery. “Okay, someone explain!” Seungcheol snapped, pacing like a caged lion. “What’s broken? The fans—Carats—what happens to them?!”

DK flopped onto a couch, dramatic. “First Y/N, now this? The universe hates us!”

“Maybe it’s a sign,” Jun muttered, half-serious. “She’s punishing us from her coma…”

“Don’t say that!” Seungkwan whacked him, eyes wide. “She’s just sleeping—don’t jinx it!”

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Meanwhile, in a hidden room, Y/N was a one-woman hurricane—twirling in her sparkly pink cocktail dress, chaotically “dancing” to no music. Manager Kim grabbed her shoulders, “Y/N, sit down! You’re still recovering—doctor said no dancing!”

She cackled, spinning out of his grip. “Relax, oppa! I could dance Maestro backward and Aju Nice upside down! I’m back—deal with it!”

“You’re a menace,” Kim groaned, throwing up his hands. “Fine, but if you collapse, I’m not carrying you!”

“Pfft, I’d make you anyway,” she shot back, winking. A staff member peeked in, signaling—showtime. Y/N tiptoed out, giggling, “Time to ruin their night—let’s go!” The hall was pitch-black, staff bustling onstage “fixing” things, Carats whispering in confusion. Y/N slipped into position—center stage, mic in hand—unseen, a pink shadow in the dark.

A minute ticked by, staff scurried off, and then—her song kicked in, soft and haunting from her album. She sang, voice ringing clear, and the lights flared up, spotlight pinning her in all her glittery glory. Carats lost it—screams shook the roof, “Y/N! Y/N!” echoing like a tidal wave.

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Backstage, the boys were a mess. Seungcheol ranted, “These technicians—do they even test stuff?! We’re mid-tour, and now we’re stuck in a blackout—Carats deserve better!”

“Coups, chill,” Joshua tried, but Seungcheol spun on him.

“Chill?! What if this cuts the show short? Fans paid for this!”

Minghao slumped, “Maybe it’s just bad wiring… or Y/N’s ghost…”

“She’s not a ghost!” Wonwoo snapped, glasses slipping. “But yeah, this sucks…”

Then—the screams hit. Not panic—pure joy. The boys froze as “Y/N! Y/N!” chants roared through the walls, followed by her voice—live, singing her solo track. Seungcheol stopped pacing, “Wait… that’s—?!”

DK bolted upright, “Her song?! Is this a prank?!”

Hoshi peeked out the door—no one there. “That’s her voice—live! She’s here?!”

They locked eyes, disbelief morphing to glee. “She’s awake!” Seungkwan shrieked, and they tore out, sprinting to the stage like kids on sugar.

There she was—Y/N, mid-stage, pink dress twinkling, belting her heart out. Smiles cracked their faces, and restraint vanished. Hoshi led the charge, “Y/N-IE!”—and they swarmed her, a 13-man pile-on. The mic flew from her hand, clattering as she laughed, buried under hugs.

“You’re back! You’re alive!” DK wailed, squeezing her like a teddy bear.

“Our princess—our chaos queen!” Seungkwan yelled, jumping.

“I knew you’d wake up!” Mingyu sobbed, nearly lifting her off the ground.

“Never scare us like that again!” Seungcheol roared, ruffling her hair, tears streaking.

Wonwoo grinned, glasses fogged, “You owe me a book talk—don’t forget!”

Jun laughed, “Prank’s on us now, huh? You win!”

Minghao spun her gently, “Dance battle’s back on—you’re mine!”

Y/N shoved them off, cackling, snatching her mic. “Eww, get off me, you sweaty dorks! I’m a princess—can’t you see I’m mid-concert?! You’re crashing my stage like sasaengs—out!” She waved them away, dramatic, but her grin was pure sunshine.

“Crashing?!” Hoshi yelped, clutching her arm. “We’re your VIPs! We’re staying!”

“Yeah, good luck kicking us off!” Dino taunted, hopping around her.

“You’re back—that’s all that matters!” Vernon laughed, filming the chaos.

“I’ll allow it,” she smirked, then faced the crowd, “Carats, say hi to my annoying members—they missed me too much to stay away!” The arena erupted, fans screaming as the boys bounced like overexcited puppies.

“We’re never letting you out of sight again!” Jeonghan declared, slinging an arm around her.

“Try it—I’ll hide with 13 more standees!” she fired back, and they groaned, laughing.

The concert rolled on, Y/N finishing her song with 13 giddy shadows behind her, their chaos queen reclaimed—pink dress and all.

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Y/N barely got through her solo song before Seventeen turned it into a hug-fest. She’d belt a line—“I’m shining bright, oh yeah!”—and DK would snatch her into a bear hug, “You’re back, my sunshine!” She’d wiggle free, hit another note, only for Mingyu to swoop in, “Never leaving you again!”—lifting her off her feet. Seungkwan dove next, “My turn, you pink gremlin!”—and she’d screech, “Let me sing, you dorks!” The mic became a hot potato, bouncing between her and the floor as Carats howled with laughter.

The staff finally intervened, rushing onstage like zookeepers. “Y/N, off—now!” one barked, grabbing her arm. “Doctor’s orders—no overdoing it!”

“What?! I’m fine!” she protested, flailing as they dragged her off. “I just sang three lines—let me live!”

Manager Kim loomed backstage, arms crossed, “You just got out of a coma—no dancing, no chaos! You’re watching, not performing!”

“Boo, you’re no fun!” Y/N pouted, plopping onto a chair, legs kicking. “Fine, let the boys sweat it out—I’ll be the princess in the back!”

The boys took the stage, powering through their set—Super, Clap, Hot—sweat flying, smiles plastered for Carats. Y/N watched, smirking, plotting. “They think I’m done? Cute,” she muttered, eyeing the encore like a hawk.

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The final encore hit—Aju Nice—and the boys were jumps, Carats waving lightsticks, when Y/N decided rules were optional. She bolted from backstage, pink dress glittering, and leapt onto the stage like a caffeinated bunny. “Surprise, losers—I’m back!” she yelled, jumping, spinning, and running laps around them.

Seungcheol’s jaw dropped, “Y/N, what are you doing?! Sit down!” He lunged to grab her, but she dodged, cackling.

“No way, Cheol-oppa—I’m alive, let me jump!” She hopped like a kangaroo, mic in hand, belting off-key, “Oneul nan maryaaAaaAA!!!

DK flailed, “You’re gonna collapse! Stop it!” He chased her, arms out, but she zigzagged, giggling.

“Catch me if you can, slowpoke!” she taunted, darting past Mingyu, who yelped, “Y/N-ah, the doctor’s gonna kill us!”

Woozi groaned, still singing, “Someone get her—she’s a liability!”

But Hoshi? Hoshi was her chaos soulmate. He grinned, “That’s my girl—let’s go!” He joined her, leaping like a tiger on a trampoline, “Jump with me, Y/N-ie!”

“Hoshi oppa, you’re the best!” she cheered, and they bounced together, a pink tornado of madness. Carats screamed louder, loving the anarchy.

Seungcheol roared, “Hoshi, don’t encourage her! She’s fragile!”

“Fragile?!” Y/N spun, mock-offended. “I survived a car flip—I’m invincible! Watch this!” She attempted a backflip, wobbled, and Jun caught her mid-stumble, “Nice try, princess—stick to jumping!”

“I’m helping!” Hoshi argued, hopping beside her. “She’s happier this way!”

Minghao sighed, “You’re both gonna end up in casts…”—but he couldn’t hide his grin.

Vernon filmed, laughing, “This is gold—Y/N’s back, and we’re doomed!”

Seungkwan tackled her into a hug, “Stop moving, you pink disaster—I missed you too much to lose you again!”

“Get off, I’m mid-performance!” she squawked, shoving him, only for Joshua to scoop her up, “Time out, chaos queen—sing, don’t sprint!”

“Put me down, Shua-oppa—I’m the encore star!” she flailed, kicking, as Wonwoo chuckled, “You’re starring in a hospital sequel if you keep this up!”

The staff hovered, panicked, but Manager Kim threw up his hands backstage, “She’s unstoppable—let her have it!”

Y/N broke free, grabbed her mic, and belted the final note—“Oneul nan maryaAa!!!”—jumping one last time before collapsing into Hoshi’s arms, laughing. “Told you I’m fine!”

“You’re insane!” Seungcheol yelled, but his smile betrayed him as they swarmed her again, a sweaty, giggling mess.

Carats chanted her name, the boys half-scolding, half-celebrating, and Hoshi high-fived her, “Best encore ever—let’s do it again tomorrow!”

“Over my dead body!” Kim shouted from the wings, and Y/N just winked, “Too late, oppa—I’m back!”

[kakushino]

hello can i get a giyuu x reader angst , like where giyuu had an argument with the reader , but it turns out the reader is pregnant? you can add any other plot twist cus i love plot twists thank you !<3

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Tomioka Giyuu x Fem! Reader

He had lost a lot of people in his life by his own making. He refused to lose you too.

Tags: pregnancy, arguments, blood mention, abortion mention (no actual abortion), hurt/comfort Word count: 2k

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AN: Hope you enjoy it! I actually had a WIP of an argument + making up before, so I got to revisit it and add the pregnancy spice you asked for hehe~ Huge thanks to my dearest beta reader @glitchtricks94 for helping me clear it up (o゜▽゜)o☆ another huge thanks to @starrierknight for brainstorming with me

Giyuu’s injuries weren’t worse than normal, but that didn’t stop you from fretting over him – especially when he had a gash on his cheek, the same cheek you kissed a week ago when he was leaving for his mission. It made your chest feel tight to see his pretty face marred by demons. Your grandmother was surely rolling in her grave that such a classical beauty was hurt, the thought spurred you on to care for him.

No detail went unnoticed under your eye. He seemed tired, as usual, and a little stressed, as usual too - just a regular morning after slaying demons.

You sat him down at a western style dining table with a medical kit and supplies to clean the cuts with next to you. Your hands shook slightly when the damp cloth wiped away grime and blood, your lips pressed together when a fresh drop of blood oozed from the wound.

“You need to be more careful,” you murmured as you worked, the statement automatic, thoughtless.

Giyuu’s whole body stiffened. “Or what?”

You froze in place, your hand dipping the cloth in warm water. This was a new tone of his – a new way words could cut you if he wanted you to hurt: it was rough, serrated, mean. “What?”

He rolled his shoulders back a little, rearing for a fight. “You heard me the first time.”

You clenched your hand, leaving the rag in the water, and turned to fully face him. “Why are you so defensive? I meant no harm,” you replied, trying to calm the storm before it fully set in.

He stood abruptly, nearly knocking the chair he had sat in over. The look he shot you sent your heart galloping in your chest, from fear or indignation, you didn’t know. “You’ve done enough. Leave me be.”

Did he like you like this? Was the hurt in your eyes enough? That was – did he like the way it glinted, the way it caught the light? Hours upon hours spent on making your suffering pretty, and perhaps now it would pay off. He could cut you down into something pretty if he wanted to, and maybe you would let him.

Before he could walk away, before he could twist the rusty blade, you rose from your seat, “I have done nothing to warrant this tone with me, Tomioka Giyuu. Now tell me-“

"Stop bothering me," he cut you off, heading towards the door.

A violent whirlpool of emotion threatened to drown you, and for once, you let go. “You- you oaf! I can’t stand you being like this! What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect,” he snapped, voice like a viper and words just as stinging. “Or at least it would be if I didn’t have you nagging me every time. I’ve been through this enough to know what to do with myself. Unlike you who sits here all pretty and safe and fat, ready to wrap a bandage and call it a day.”

You flinched, for the first time in your husband’s presence, tears springing from your eyes, which you rapidly blinked away. What have I ever done to deserve this? You had waited on your hands and knees for this man every time he’d come home battered and bruised and broken and put him back together, without complaining, with love. This was what you got in return for your devotion? Pretty and useless. That’s what he basically called you.

Your throat tightened. You hardly had the energy to respond so you turned away and just… left. You couldn’t continue listening to Giyuu when he sounded so much like… like Shinazugawa. Whatever was bothering him best be left alone to cool off before you could talk about it.

You nodded to yourself as you packed an overnight bag. Some time apart would be good for you both. You knew he wouldn’t be sent out on a mission for a few days again, since he just returned from a longer stint, so you would come back tomorrow and try to resolve it then.

It was time for a check-up with a midwife anyway.

He had really said all that.

And you left.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you left, as you should. He had treated you like garbage.

There was no going back, no taking back his idiocy, no swallowing back his words.

‘Let's stop fighting’ was at the tip of his tongue. ‘Come here and let me hug you’ nearly spilled from his lips. ‘I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry’ choked him up as you walked away.

He knew you were right. You did nothing wrong.

He felt nothing.

He was worth nothing.

Giyuu picked up the shards of his heart up and finished cleaning up his wounds. A short bath later, he walked into the kitchen to find food already made for him, now long gone cold. It just reminded him how much he butchered his relationship by what – stress and tiredness? A demon taunting him right before its death? If so little shook him up, did he even deserve to be with you?

A sharp pain pierced his heart at the thought of leaving you. His selfishness truly knew no bounds, hurting you and putting you in danger for being a Hashira’s partner yet wanting you to remain by his side.

After eating his portion, he made tea and waited to see if you would join him. There was no movement in the house at all; were you in your shared bedroom, laying in bed as you were used to when upset? He would give you time to cool off, give himself time to breathe, and then he would approach you with a clearer head. He needed to apologize.

One hour. Two hours.

Had he angered you so much that you wouldn’t come out? Your spats had never lasted this long.

The tea had long grown cold, but Giyuu couldn’t bring himself to make more. There were no sounds coming from the house.

Were you even here?

The thought jolted him from his seat, quickly walking to your shared bedroom.

“Love?”

Nothing.

“I’m coming in.”

He somehow expected it, though he’d hoped against it. You weren’t there.

Already turning to check all other rooms, he called out your name. His pace was brisk, his throat starting to clog up with a familiar emotion. Claws of anxiety sunk into his stomach, his heart beat like a drum, his lungs struggled to take in air. You weren’t there.

Where were you?

He ran through the whole estate and back two times but came up with no clue as to where you were. Panic mounted, crawling up his spine like a spider he couldn’t shake away.

Giyuu slammed the gate of his home open, very nearly running into his elderly neighbour.

She was hardly phased, though confused by his frazzled visage. “Tomioka-san? What’s got you in such a hurry, young boy?”

“Have you seen my wife?!” he’d never been as rude as he was now, but you were gone so what was he supposed to do?

“Your wife? Oh, that’s right, I saw her. If I recall, she was on her visit… hmm, who was she going to visit?” his neighbour mused. Giyuu waited with all the patience Urokodaki beat into him, that was – quite impatiently. “Oh right! A midwife! I was very surprised when-“

He stopped listening, or rather, he stopped hearing anything going on around him. A midwife? A midwife was a profession with a very specific set of skills for a very specific group of people… Did that mean-?

“Isotani-san,” Giyuu interrupted, breathless, eyes wide with surprise. “Are you saying my wife is pregnant?”

She squinted at him, “You didn’t know?”

It felt as if lightning came from clear skies and struck him. Every nerve itched with some kind of energy telling him to move.

He later vaguely remembered asking his neighbour for the direction you left in, but at the time, he saw nothing, and felt everything all at once.

Were you going to… terminate it? Were you going to tell the midwife, and would she terminate it? Was the midwife going to terminate it and help you move on? Would you move on without him?

Thoughts racing, heart galloping, Giyuu felt feverish. He stumbled back, deaf to his neighbour’s concerned questions as he turned the way you had left just hours ago. One foot in front of the other, a step by step, getting faster with each meter he passed until he was running nearly as fast as Uzui, desperation spurring him on.

Kanzaburo flew overhead, and when he cleared the village bounds, he called out to get the crow to lead him to you.

Time was of the essence. He may have botched his life, but he was too selfish to let go of you. He wanted, no- needed to get you back. You were his love, his soul, his home. He wouldn’t be able to go on if you left.

He felt crazed, desperate, as he ran.

Giyuu would have been faster had he not have to follow Kanzaburo but he wouldn’t be able to find you alone. He felt as if he was racing against the time. Any minute now, you would be in a the midwife’s home, waiting for the release from his clutches; any second now, you would sever the only tactile link you had to him – your baby.

His baby.

He swore, his mind supplementing him with your argument. It had been all his fault, he’d just lashed out because of nothing, like a toddler throwing a tantrum. How childish he’d been – and he was supposed to be a father? No, he wanted to be a father. He’d fix himself and he’d support you and he’d even carry you your whole pregnancy, so you didn’t have to walk. He’d learn to cook more than the basics to feed you and your baby.

Please, let me be in time.

Then he saw you.

The whole world seemingly froze, grey and empty save for you.

You were a pearl amongst rocks, still as beautiful as the first day he saw you, as beautiful as you were on your wedding day.

Giyuu didn’t stop, even as you turned to him in surprise when he called your name. He didn’t stop until he had you in a soul-crushing hug, tight and near bruising – one he immediately eased up on, since he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Calm down, Giyuu! What’s going on?”

“D-don’t-“ he stumbled over his words, still frantic and breathing heavily, “don’t get rid of it!”

You were confused, “Get rid of what?”

His hands were heavy clutching onto your clothes, his frame nearly hanging onto you. “Our – our child,” he gasped out. “Isotani-san told me you were- she told me you were pregnant.” His words came out in a rush, eyes wide as he stared at you, his pupils darted all over your face for a sign of – of anything, be it forgiveness, anger, sadness, anything.

Looking at him in such a state, near quivering in his spot, you felt powerful. Giyuu was at your mercy for once. You could topple him as easily as a sandcastle, crush him under your boot and grind down to juice him of all that made him who he was. It made you realize you held just as much power over him as he did over you. Oddly, you felt reassured - of his love, of your love, of the relationship. 

Heart hammering in your chest, cheeks filling with warmth, the adoration you carried in your heart spilled over and pooled in your stomach. You hungered for more of this power, positively starved to sink your teeth into him and drain him.

But that could wait.

“I am indeed pregnant,” you confirmed, your hands resting on his arms, thumbs stroking soothing lines over his muscles. You paused, letting the seconds painfully stretch out, “I’m not terminating the pregnancy.”

His whole being sagged with relief. Giyuu fell to his knees in slow motion, his hands sliding down your yukata to rest over your hips, now clutching the fabric there with a weak grip. “Thank gods…” he rasped out, his breathing stuttered as if holding back sobs. “Please, love, let’s not- I apologize – I apologize for everything. I shouldn’t have lashed out. I was wrong…”

His impossibly blue eyes met yours, the surface glistening with unshed tears, his guilt bitter but his plea tasting sweet on your tongue. Saliva gathered in your mouth, wanting more.

Did that make you a bad person?

“You dismissed my concern,” you stated, fighting back any expression wanting to take over your face. “You said I nag you. You called me useless.” And pretty, your mind supplied. He’d also called you fat, so there was that. “I didn’t deserve that.”

Giyuu’s lips were downturned, “You didn’t. I was an oaf.” His admission did nothing to soothe the ache he’d given you. “I’m willing to take whatever punishment you deem worthy of my misdeeds.” He let go of your yukata, smoothing over the wrinkles he made. He didn’t know what to do with himself, trying not to fidget as you rolled his actions and words in your mind.

“There will be no punishment,” you told him. If possible, he became even more tense, the need for absolution great. Perhaps no punishment would be a punishment of itself. “But don’t think you’re entirely forgiven. I accept your apology; you however have to make up for it your own way.” You studied his earnest expression, brows slightly furrowed as he started thinking about ways to win you back. It shouldn’t be too hard. He did it once, he could do it again.

Giyuu slowly stood up, taking your hands in his. “I won’t disappoint you, love,” he said resolutely, kissing your fingertips softly. He adored you, with his whole heart, mind and body.

Everything would work out – just like the ice always melts and clouds disperse, a typhoon passes and the sea calms.

“If you pull this act again, I’m leaving.” You glared at him for a second to get your point across. Giyuu nodded and pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

He almost lost you and he wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

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[thediaryofaurora]

General HCs

=Tim Wright/Masky=

- Twenty seven, only a little older than Brian.

- 6’0, buff dad bod.

- White with a small percentage of Native American.

- His childhood was ROUGH. His mom just dumped him off at a psyche ward whenever he started having hallucinations and rarely ever went to visit. He grew up completely isolated other than the other patients, never had any parental care or real friends. At around fifteen he burnt down the hospital and lived on the streets for a few years.

- After he was able to get into college he met Brian, and they immediately got along. Tim can’t communicate his feelings or even know what he’s feeling, but Brian can easily read people, is easy to talk to, and open minded, which is exactly what Tim needed. In all honesty, Brian’s the closest thing he’s ever had to a family.

- He is so desperate to feel any sliver of normality. Living at a strange, paranormal mansion, not remembering anything he does on missions, and not being able to have any normal social life makes him physically ill. Occasionally the proxies get a month or two off and that really the closest he ever gets to feeling normal, or even happy. Being able to watch TV in a normal house, go grocery shopping, get a part time job, do anything without worry or guilt, it’s the only good part about his life.

- Genuinely has a smoking issue, if you couldn’t tell. Goes through like two packs a DAY and has to buy them in bulk like a middle aged woman getting almonds at Costco.

- Has a little apartment a few miles away from the mansion with Brian. They were originally going to get separate ones close by, but Brian was too worried Tim would sieze out or have an episode to leave him alone.

- He gets sick SO easily. Not just from The Operator, he catches a cold at least every other month.

- Has an old, rusty pick up truck him and Brian drive around.

- Gets along surprisingly well with Natalie, sometimes they smoke together. It’s hard for him to understand her accent, but he doesn’t mind her company nonetheless. He finds her super interesting, and extremely intimidating — but he’d never mention that.

- Doesn’t necessarily mind Toby, but he does think he’s kind of an asshole. They get along on occasion, however he can be a jerk. To Tim he’s a snarky, reckless teenager, and to Toby Tim’s a nagging older brother who won’t ease up. When they have to work together Brian is usually alongside them, and his demeanor somewhat evens them out.

- Shockingly enough, he’s a morning person. Especially in the spring. Right before the sunrise when theres a light blue haze, dew on the leaves and buildings, and a cool breeze, it’s one of the rare times he feels peaceful.

- Almost exclusively eats microwaved meals. He can’t cook for shit and he doesn’t care enough to try.

- When him, Brian, and Toby are stationed away from the mansion they stop at hole in the wall diners. He always gets a black coffee and scrambled eggs, he likes to see if the places make them any different than the others.

- He listens to country music.

- Can’t really figure out any new technology. He’s not old or anything, he just has no means to. Still has an iPod and listens to CDs.

- More onto Masky now!!

- Unlike Hoodie, this guy does have malicious intent. Can and will attack anyone who possesses him off or gets in his way.

- EXTREMELY short temper. Won’t put up with Toby whatsoever and has beaten the shit out of him, no remorse.

- He is aware of what happens in Tim’s life, rather than how Tim doesn’t know what happens when Masky fronts. If something or someone slightly upset Tim, Masky is FUMING. Any slight emotion Tim feels, he feels ten times stronger — and more aggressively.

- Hoodie gets on his nerves, but they work well together. Masky is ruthless and doesn’t care what happens to who, while Hoodie is only aggressive by order.

- Masky prefers Kate over any proxy, even though him and Hoodie work together the most. She knows hot to shut up and get shit done, and he almost admires her for it. She’s fast, efficient, and not empathetic when it comes to victims. The only reason they’re not always paired together is because their killing styles don’t line up. She’s a hunter, while Masky is a brute that focuses on how he kills.

- He can front for extremely long, sometimes up to a few months, and when he fronts he does not sleep at all, which bites Tim in the ass.

- Extremely high pain tolerance. He can get stabbed and still be focused on getting the job done, he’ll deal with the pain after the fact.

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[alottanothing]

This is for @twola, who, about a week ago was having a bad day and wanted someone to write a snip of Arthur beating the shit out of someone who made the reader cry; with the addition of some smutty goodness, of course.

Well, this is the first time I've written publically for our dear cowboy Arthur Morgan. And I simply cannot write anything considered a 'snip'. So here's what my brain calls a snip; over 5k words just for you, twola. I hope this makes up for the bad say you had last week. :)

And shout out to my partner in writing crime, @itswormtrain, for making this readable!

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, smut (18+ MDNI), oral (f!reader receiving)

The sun was beginning to set over the peaceful hills and sprawling trees of Cumberland Forest. Those lingering traces of daylight caress the rugged terrain with whimsy, casting shadows that dance over the dirt path under the hooves of your young stallion. Nature seemed to pause in reverence as the sun gracefully lowered itself behind the distant mountains; the only sound was that of your horse's steady walk and the murmuring babble of the Dakota River in the distance.

It had been too long since you’d enveloped yourself in such tranquility, seemingly always at the receiving end of Miss Grimshaw’s scalding. Any anticipation of exploring the wilderness or going on jobs with the guys was always overshadowed by the necessity of chores.

When you’d joined the ranks of the Van der Linde Gang, you had hoped you’d garner a little more excitement than a seemingly endless cycle of laundry, cooking, and mending. Sure, the mess in Black Water and the threat of the law constantly at everyone’s heels was a form of excitement, concerning, but still excitement. Though, things had died down since all that, and Horseshoe Overlook was truly an awe-inspiring place to call home for the time being. Even so, camp chores remained deeply understimulating.

In truth, you were just antsy; you always were when Arthur was away for more than a couple of days. Your mind always thought the worst, despite knowing your handsome outlaw was more than capable of handling himself on jobs and in the wilds. But that nagging concern never ceases to occupy your mind. His absence at camp was never more cumbersome than when Grimshaw was barking out instructions, or when Uncle’s drunken singing was so off-key, it scraped against your brain like a rusty old knife. You simply couldn’t stand it anymore; you needed peace and quiet—something to scratch that itching thought in the back of your head.

Admittedly, you hadn’t planned to venture so far from camp, or any sort of civilization for that matter. The towering ramparts of Fort Wallace were in your sights before you decided to turn back. Were it not for the shotgun secured in its holster on your saddle, the late hour would have left you feeling considerably more anxious. Arthur had taught you well, and instilled in you enough confidence not to worry as you trot down the dirt path toward Valentine.

There wasn’t a single soul to be seen for the majority of your journey; your only company that of your horse and Mother Nature’s comforting embrace. You almost hated the far-off glow of a town in the distance, over the crest of a hill. Soon you’d be back at camp with nothing to do but laundry and fret over your lover's absence.

“Pardon me, miss.” You nearly jump from your saddle hearing the strange man’s voice. “Thank god for you, would you mind – too terribly – giving me a ride back to town?”

Your heart skips a warning in your chest as you look around, where did he come from? The question dances in your head as you fight to form the words you want. This was O’Driscoll country—a notion you were suddenly very aware of, and your eyes glance at the rifle still tucked securely in the holster on your saddle.

“I was thrown from my horse, ya see—wild beast took off without me. ‘Fraid I hurt my ankle when I fell.” He explained, garnering a wave of sympathy that clouded the caution in your gut.

The stranger wasn’t dressed in the usual black and green of Colm’s gang: just simple trousers and a dirty work shirt and boots. What could it hurt?

“Yeah, alright,” you said, giving the man a faint smile.

“Oh, bless you, miss. Bless you,” the look of relief on his features did well to settle the remainder of the apprehension swirling in your stomach.

With a firm grip, you steadied your horse so the man could climb on, offering your hand to help him up.

And that act of kindness was your mistake.

His grip on your wrist was like a vice, painful, as he yanks you from your horse's saddle, your boots nearly getting hung on the stirrups. A sinister laugh echoes through the tall trees, splitting the serenity with the jagged sound of malice. Your stallion rears and cries, spooked by the abrupt movement, but the stranger is quick to steady him, forcing your horse into a full gallop toward the glow of Valentine leaving you where you fell.

When the shock wears off, you aren’t sure which was stronger, the wave of anger that envelopes you, or the sudden fear of solitude that brings forth the steady stream of tears down your cheeks. Both feelings were justified, you figure. That, and how utterly foolish you feel for trusting a stranger.

You knew better. Your time with the Van der Lindes taught you not to trust anyone, at least not someone on the side of the road pretending to be hurt. That was the oldest trick in the book. One you’d used several times to con someone out of something. Now, you were out a horse and a shotgun.

When the landscape grew darker as night fell, those shadows that you once looked on with awe and majesty, now loom sinisterly.

Stupid! You scolded yourself, more tears searing down your face. It would be dawn before you made it back to camp on foot; if you made it back to camp at all.

Without the security of your shotgun at hand, your confidence in making it home unscathed was growing short. Animals lurked in the trees around you; monsters both beast and man would undoubtedly set their teeth on you if they found you alone and without the means to protect yourself.

A shiver surges through you, a combination of the onslaught of fear and the chill from the mud you’d landed in. If you’d been riding with Arthur, no one would have the gall to steal from him. And if they did, they surely wouldn’t live long enough to get far out of reach.

You wipe the mud from your hands to your skirts before swiping at the tears staining your face. Maybe someone from camp would notice you hadn’t returned yet and send someone looking for you. Why hadn’t you asked someone to ride along with you, Mary-Beth would have, and she would have appreciated the quiet you wanted. But no, all you needed was the shotgun… How foolish you were.

With a sigh, you work yourself to your feet, boots, and skirts caked with mud and dirt. Even with the weight of self-pity beckoning you to stay planted on the side of the road, the rage put fire in your steps. You would make it back to camp, feet surely blistered, if only to lessen the embarrassment of being robbed.

Anger proves to be a useful motivator as you trek down the road before you, lit only by the white light of the moon. The tears had stopped, but they threaten to spill again simply from how much your feet hurt. That glow seemed to have tricked you; Valentine wasn’t close at all. All there was was trees and rocks and dirt in every direction. You were utterly alone; lost in the wilderness with only thoughts of your naivety to keep you company.

Suddenly, the sound of hooves pounding against the earth resonates through the stillness of the wood, sending shivers down your spine and provoking a new wave of tears. With every nearer beat of the rider’s approach, anxiety constricts your heart, sending a whirlwind of possibilities into your mind. Images of dark strangers conjure in your thoughts, each with a fiendish smile and a revolver on their hip, a green bandana tied around their neck. All your anger drains, as you feel fear creep deeper into your being. You wish you still had your shotgun.

“You need a ride, miss?”

Relief crashes into you like a wave against stone; you know that voice, deep and comforting—kind (to you, at least). This time, it was joy bringing tears to your eyes.

“Y/N?” The look of surprise was to be expected on Arthur’s face as he beholds the sight of you, muddy, with tears staining your face. “Darlin’, whattaya doin’ out here?”

Immediately he jumps from his horse, warm hands gently holding the tops of your arms as he gets a better look at the state you’re in. All traces of his hard exterior are swept away, leaving the softer, more compassionate man you fell in love with.

“Camp was driving me crazy without you. I just wanted to take a ride, but some asshole stole my horse—yanked me off my saddle an’ everything. S’why my skirts are all muddy.” You explain, fighting more tears.

Some of the softness fades, still, his voice is gentle when he speaks again.

“Did he hurt ya?”

You shake your head, “no.”

The pad of his thumb dances over your cheek tenderly as he tilts your chin to look at him.

“Darlin’, ya been cryin’.”

“’M just cryin’ at my own stupidity, is all.” You tell him. “Should’a known better than to trust a man alone in the woods.” 

Arthur takes a deep breath through his nose, nodding.

“D’ja at least get a good look at ‘im?” he asks.

“Mhm,” you nod. “He took off towards Valentine.”

Arthur glanced south and nodded too, “Then I reckon that’s where we’ll find him.”

He places you on the saddle and mounts just behind you, drawing you close to his chest as he gives his loyal mare a gentle kick to urge her back onto the road.

With Arthur's arms around you, the darkness of the forest shifts back into the realm of tranquility. The menacing silhouettes of the towering trees became that of gentle giants, swaying gracefully in the night breeze. No longer did the whisper of rustling leaves hold a feeling of foreboding. The forest, in the ethereal silver glow of the moon, was a picture of peace and beauty once more.

Despite what had happened, even Arthur was a beacon of serenity. He hums as you both ride. It’s the same tune Uncle was singing when you left, only Arthur’s melody instills you with a sense of calm while Uncle’s attempt had you on the verge of threatening to remove his tongue. Every so often you feel his lips press to your scalp, leaving soft kisses in your hair and each one helps to remedy every sour thought plaguing you. It never ceases to amaze you just how tender your outlaw could be. To the civilized world, he was quite literally the poster of cruelty and evil, but for you, he was your knight in shining armor.

Valentine was quiet when the hooves of Arthur's horse turn down the main thoroughfare. The muddy roads, churned up by hooves and wagons, were dimly lit by the flicker of oil lamps. In the distance the stirring of livestock in their pens echoes through the stillness of the air, the only other sound coming from the saloon in the middle of town.

Smithfield’s always seemed to clamor no matter what time of night it was. Debauchery never slept, you guessed. The clinking of glasses and the lofty tune of the piano can be heard as you pass the sheriff’s office, a symphony of merriment in the still night air that lent such disregard to the tired citizens of Valentine.

A few men stand outside, bottles in hand as they lament lost love and glory, belching and hiccupping into the cool air. Horses tied to the hitching post whinny and jerk at reins keeping them in place, and there among them was your stolen stallion.

Arthur steers his mare to the front of the saloon, his heavy boots landing with a squelch in the mud as he dismounted. He helps you down, strong hands circling your waist and steadying you in the soft earth.

“I’ll be right back, darlin’,” he says and tips his head toward your horse. “Get yer boy, Imma go take care of some business inside.”

Before you can utter a word he stomps up the stairs of the saloon, his frame taking on the posture of The Enforcer as he pushes through the swinging doors.

His face wasn’t unknown here, it was only a couple of weeks ago he and a few of the other men from camp had gotten into some trouble. You weren’t there to see the fight, but you’d heard all about Arthur’s trip through the window—now boarded up and waiting to be repaired. This time, you hoped it wasn’t your handsome outlaw cast through the pane of glass.

While Arthur is inside, you deftly untangle your horse's reins from the post, gently stroking his mane to soothe his soft whinnying. You smile when he nuzzles you back, happy, it seems, to be back in your care.

“Was that awful man mean to you?” you ask softly, rubbing the coarse fur of his strong neck. “Arthur will handle it, don’t you worry.”

As if on cue, the jovial commotion in the saloon ends; the happy voices now holding anger or shock. The piano playing is lost to the disgruntled sounds inside and a moment later, the man who nearly ruined your night is thrown through the doors.

His bruised form topples down each step before landing in the mud. You watch, unable to quell the sense of pride that surges through you as you watch Arthur swagger through the saloon doors and down the steps, spurs jingling. The confidence he holds as he looms over the thief settles over you warmly. This act of violence was in the name of chivalry; the man deserved whatever justice Arthur planned to dish out.

“Didn’t need ya to point him out after all, darlin’.” Arthur's words fell from his lips with the ghost of a grin, pleased with the opportunity to put your attacker in his place. “This feller was inside boastin’ to the whoooole saloon ‘bout the horse he stole from a helpless young woman just outside of town.”

Arthur kicks the man as he tries to stand, the thief falling back into the mud with a groan. Folks begin to gather on the wooden porch of Smithfield’s, their faces twisting in looks of both concern and excitement as they watch your handsome outlaw and the man who’d stolen your horse.

“See, normally I don’t waste my time dealin’ with dim-witted horse thieves. Hell, on occasion, I am one. But you see, that weren’t just any helpless young woman ya stole a horse from… that was my woman.” Arthur deals him another kick to his gut, knocking the wind from his lungs a second time as he tries to stand.

“An’ if it ain’t clear already,” Arthur says reaching to pull the man from the ground and holding him by the lapels of his jacket. “I don’t take kindly to anyone hurtin’ my woman in any way. Ya understand?”

The deep timbre of Arthur’s voice works over your skin leaving goosebumps in its wake. He looks so fierce in the flickering light of the oil lamps, the brim of his hat shielding his eyes from you, though you know they were cold, focused on the man in his grasp.

No coherent words fall from the thief's mouth as Arthur holds him nearly off the ground, only a moan of anguish, surely from the two kicks he’d suffered.

“Nod if ya understand,” Arthur demands with a shake.

Anger churns on the thief’s face, but he nods, slow, jaw clenching as he musters the gall to fight back.

“Fortunately for you, all I’m lookin’ for is an apology…” Arthur tips his hat in your direction. “…to the lady.”

The man’s dark eyes glance your way and he sneers, shaking his head with a mirthless chorttle.

“I ain’t apologizin’ for nothin’, especially when your woman is stupid enough ta get her horse stole in the first place.” 

If you cared even slightly about the fate of the man who’d stolen your horse, hearing those words escape his mouth would have caused your stomach to drop knowing the sort of fire he just ignited. But, you want nothing more than for Arthur to beat him into a bloody pulp.

To your surprise, however, Arthur remains steadfast, but his voice is increasingly more sinister when he speaks.

“Maybe ya didn’t hear me. An apology. Now.”

“No.” The thief spat, a fiendish smile turning his lips.

With lightning speed and unyielding force, Arthur’s fist collides with the man’s jaw, unleashing a thunderous crack that has the onlookers gasping. The sudden impact propels the thief backward, his body crashing into the cold mud for a third time.

You expect him to stay there, really if the man had any wits about him, he would have. However, despite the two kicks and the blow to his face, the thief rose from the mud, foolish determination etched onto his bloodied features. Arthur almost scoffs and wastes no time proving the extent of his strength. He strikes him again, obliterating the remnants of the man's fractured jaw, the sound resonating with a deafening crack.

No one rushes to the man's aid when he falls to the muddy earth for a fourth time, wailing in anguish at his shattered jaw. Arthur stands over him, tall and formidable, his presence almost challenging the man to get back up, your outlaw more than prepared to deal out more justice.

“Should’a apologized…” Arthur chides. “If ya had, maybe ya’d have use of that jaw’a yours right now.” 

The man groans in agony, writing on the ground as he holds his broken jaw. 

“But I had ta keep ya from speakin’ ill’a my woman like that. I certainly don’t appreciate when slimy fellers like you use her kindness against her.” Arthur slowly circles the man like a fierce wolf circles their prey. “Then ya had ta go leavin’ her out in them woods, faaar from any sort of civilization, all alone. An’ well. I ain’t takin’ no apologies for that.” 

He stops, one leg on each side of the thief before dropping to his knees, fist poised high over the old leather hat on his head. Arthur didn’t leave your attacker with only one more punch; the man under his weight had committed the ultimate sin in your lovers eyes. He’d hurt you, a crime that warranted the ultimate punishment.

The sound of each punch reverberates through the air as Arthur’s fury drives him to deliver decisive blows. As you watch, pride swelling in your breast, you swear each hit lands with such intensity the ground beneath you trembles. All the folks gathered to watch pass whispers while looks of shock mold their features. Come the morning, the town would be talking again about the stranger who liked to stir up trouble in the sleepy city of Valentine. 

When Arthur finally stands, flexing his surely aching knuckles, the man beneath him is unrecognizable. Blood and bruises distort his face, teeth missing from his gaping mouth. His limp body is unmoving in the mud and you haven’t a care whether he was dead or alive. 

There is a hint of shame on his expression when he drew himself back into your orbit, the coldness in his eyes warming in your presence.

“’M sorry, darlin’.” He says refusing to look you in the eye. In an instant, the Enforcer was gone, leaving only your kind knight in shining armor standing before you, his knuckles red and bloodied from dealing out justice.

“For what?” you say taking his injured hand in yours, wiping the blood from the cuts with a clean section of your skirt.

“For what I done.”

You shake your head and tilt the brim of his hat, looking to meet his lowered gaze. “All you done, Mister Morgan, is protect your woman. Ain’t a lick of shame in that.”

He grins softly, gently caressing your chin and cheek with his clean hand. His expression meets yours completely.

“’M just glad I happened upon ya when I did.” He murmurs and you step closer to him.

His gentle eyes, painted in a delicate watercolor palette of blue and green, softly convey the deep love he possessed for you, along with the ever-lingering fear of losing you. The exquisite blend of tenderness and vulnerability was something seldom seen by anyone other than you. And each time those meticulously built walls of his came down,�� you were honored to behold the part of him he kept hidden from everyone else.

“Me too,” you whisper, hoping the look you give him in return conveys the same sentiment.

The lives you lived held no real guarantees apart from a bullet or a hanging rope. You learned quickly to never take for granted a single moment, and this one you certainly weren’t.

“You ready to get back to camp now, darlin’?” he asks, fixing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Camp… you almost grimace at the thought of returning to the mediocrity of it all.

“Actually.” Your eyes glance over to the hotel across the way, mischief coating your smile. “Was thinkin’ I should reward my rescuer.”

His brows furrow following your glance, oblivious to your meaning.

Before he can open his mouth to form a question, you kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck, stretching on your tiptoes to gain the fullness of his kiss. As if on instinct his arms weave around your waist, your feet coming off the ground as he pulls you in closer to deepen the draw of your joined lips. It’s slow and lazy and perfect, his mouth undemanding but firm against yours, making you melt into his very being.

Your head is spinning when he pulls away, placing your feet gently back into the mud, and you can’t fight the smile unfurling over your wet lips.

“I’ll buy us a room at the inn,” you say, batting your eyes coyly. “S’ the least I can do for my knight in shining armor.”

Arthur laughed, heartily. There is an undeniable charm to the sound of his chuckle, as it cascades through the air, enveloping you with an infectious happiness each and every time you hear it. As his eyes hold yours, a playful glimmer twinkles behind them as he swiftly deciphers your not-so-cleverly veiled plan.

“A knight, hmm?” his brow lifts onto his forehead in a deep arch, his smirk firm on his lips.

You nod, “In shining armor.”

He chuckles again shaking his head before scooping you into his arms with ease. You gasp at the swiftness, and laugh too, draping your arms around his neck before planting a kiss on his bearded cheek.

“Well, then, I reckon I should play the part, shouldn’t I, sweetheart?” he says as he steps around your fallen, broken-jawed adversary on his way to the Saint’s Hotel. “Ain’t never been a knight before, just a dirty ol’ outlaw.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. 

He whistles as he trudges through the soft earth for his horse to follow and his loyal mare falls in close on his heel. Your horse follows too, nearly as inseparable from his horse as you were with Arthur.

“Ya ain't old, and ya ain’t dirty…need I remind you who's got mud all over their clothes?” you say kicking up your soiled skirts to get his attention. He just laughs.

“Maybe ya forgot already, but I was on my knees in the mud beating the life outta that fool who robbed you. That makes me just as dirty as you. ‘Sides, I reckon neither of us will be wearin’ them for much longer anyhow.”

His comment, and accompanying bravado surges through you like more wildfire, adding to the flames he’d already been fanning since throwing your attacker through the saloon doors. Arthur’s confidence in his ability to have you swooning with only the low smokey sound of voice and the words he spoke had grown exponentially. Which was both something of a blessing and a curse. You enjoyed the days of flirting and seeing him grow red in the face from your flattery. Now he made you putty in his hands with a few words and a coupling smile.

For that moment, however, you decide it’s a blessing; he’s your Savior in Spurs—a cowboy casanova.

You toss a coin to the innkeeper from the pocket of your skirts and he casts you a key that you manage to catch as Arthur wastes no time making his way upstairs.

In truth, the Saint’s Hotel was no paradise; with its meager accommodations and thin walls, it was hardly a place to find rest. However, that night, that illusion of privacy might as well have been nirvana. You could hardly recall the last time the two of you had a chance to make use of actual walls instead of the canvas flaps of Arthur’s tent. Here, the neighbors were strangers who wouldn’t be casting you looks over the fire the next morning, knowing far too much about what you and Arthur had gotten up to in his tent. You were going to savor every tiny detail unabashedly while you could.

The fire was already burning brightly in the fireplace, warming the room from the cool mountain air outside the windows, adorned with sun-rotted lace curtains. The wooden floor creaked under each step as if to voice its displeasure at the neglect it had suffered over the years. The faded wallpaper, once bursting with colorful patterns, now barely clung to the walls, faded and dusty. The bed, while made with threadbare quilts and pillows, appeared sturdy enough not to break under both your weights, and that was all you truly cared about.

Your boots are the first to come off once Arthur places you back on your feet, discarded with a couple of eager kicks before his hands reach for the fastenings of your skirts. Yours wind around his neck, burying your fingers in his honey-brown hair as you kiss his soft lips.

For all the violence they inflicted mere moments ago, Arthur's hands were so very gentle, plucking at the ties holding your skirts in place, and again as his deft fingers loosened every button of your blouse with practiced ease, leaving you in just your chemise. Despite the warmth of the fire burning in the room, a chill works through you and you sigh, more gooseflesh prickling your skin as Arthur moves his hand to the globe of your breast, thumb sweeping over the covered peak of your nipple.

His featherlight touches make your mind a dizzying vortex of desire. This man, who uses his hands to deal out death sentences, only ever uses them to worship you. His mouth, which often spits out sarcasm and cruelty, paints your skin with tender presses and undeniable words of adoration.

Your hands snake from their place in his hair to the buttons of his blue work shirt, loosening only a few before he swats your hands away gently causing a whine to sound in the back of your throat. He meets your furrowed brow with smirk and a quick peck on your lips before moving your hands back where they were. 

“Feels good, you doin’ that,” he tells you. 

You gently scratch the hair at the nape of his neck. “This?”

“Mhm…” he leans to kiss you again, a slow, worshipful act as though he is trying to memorize every detail of your mouth against his. 

Desire thrums through you ever hotter. You need him. 

“Arthur…” you breathe in weak protest as his lips scour down the column of your neck, his hands pulling your chemise from you. “…I’m s’posed to be rewardin’ you.”

You feel him smile and shake his head as his kisses venture further across your collarbone. When he relieves you of your bloomers, you shiver and moan at the feeling.

“Don’t need no reward, darlin’.” He whispers against your skin between kisses. “Think its you that needs taken care of after whatcha been through.”

Calloused fingers spray over the small of your back as he brings you against him, the hardness in his trousers pressing against your bare form. You feel your own arousal coating your thighs, warm and wet, and begging for the feel of him inside of you.

“Will ya let me do that darlin’? Take care of ya?” his hands explore as he speaks, trailing down your spine before cupping your back side with a little squeeze. 

Your head falls back with a ragged sigh, fingers tugging at this hair. As much as you want to tease and dote on him and show him how grateful you were for his timing, you can’t think when he has you like this: naked and vulnerable to his touch, mind cloudy with desire. 

“Yes, Arthur. Always.” You murmur, lost in the blissfulness of his touches. 

As if you weigh nothing, he takes you in his arms again, hoisting you aloft, and carrying you to the bed where he lays you so tenderly over the threadbare coverings.

You watch, heart pounding against the cage of your ribs as he quickly sheds each of his layers. It is a show you have seen a dozen times and helped with a dozen more, still, your lust-blown eyes gauge him with reverence and awe.

He is truly magnificent, your handsome outlaw; strong shoulders and wide chest dusted with coarse hair your fingers yearned to comb through. Warmth drifts through your body as you drink in every inch of him, eyes landing where his cock juts from dark curls proudly and your cunt clenches in anticipation.

“C’mere, sir knight…” you say stretching across the mattress, smiling, and batting your lashes. “…come an’ claim yer prize.”

Arthur chuckles heartily as he climbs into bed, and you welcome the press of his weight with a happy sigh. He teases your lips with his own, soft kisses that leave you wanting before the press of his tongue coaxes your mouth open. You reciprocate, drinking from his mouth with hungry groans.

Heat pools lower and lower where you want him most; feeling the long pulsing line of him against your thigh was like torture, causing another whine to escape your busy lips.

“Please…” you sigh, a slow undulation taking your hips in search of some form of stimulation.

Once more he obeys, his mouth laying a hot trail down your sternum, stopping to draw your nipple between his lips before traveling further down. The sensation of familiar, calloused palms gliding down the stack of your ribs as his kisses continue their way down, squeezing the swell of your hips and kneading the softness of your thighs have your quiet moans echoing through the room.

Arthur dips his mouth to your center abruptly and draws his tongue up through your slick folds, tasting just how much you need him, and he groans.

“Mmmm, darlin’,” he murmurs before swirling his tongue over the bud nestled at the apex of your cunt. “I don’t do this enough…”

You gasp, a flash of heat pulsing through your center, head rolling against the pillow. He didn’t do this enough, then again, the two of you rarely found yourselves so alone together. And there was barely enough room for the two of you on Arthur’s cot anyway, let alone room to explore other methods of pleasure.

He intensifies his exploration, drawing his tongue over you in wide flat strokes, while your thighs come to moor on his shoulders, heels digging into his back. You feel his shoulders roll as he dedicates himself fully to his task, thrusting his tongue into you, filling you with warm velvet before abandoning your core for the silky nub crowning it. Arthur's tongue curls against it until you shiver and gasp.

“A-Arthur…” your breath hitches, hooking your fingers into his hair.

A low purr rumbles through him as you press against his face, hips rolling in rhythm with his ministrations. Your lover sweeps his tongue over and around your clit repeatedly. Sensation swells low in your belly, feeling yourself nearing the ultimate peak and you tug his hair ruthlessly wanting more. Needing more than just his mouth. His truly wonderful mouth... 

“C’mon, darlin’,” he mutters against your dripping cunt, the gust of his breath billowing over your heated center causing you to shutter.

Without fanfare a wide finger dips into your core, then another, making your back arch and a loud moan spill from your lips at the delightful stretch. For only a moment, your cry reminds you of the paper mache walls surrounding you; no doubt everyone in the Saint's Hotel knows what the two of you are up to, but you cared little with Arthur between your legs eating you out like he was made to do so.

Stars dance in your eyes as you skirt the edge of your undoing. He growls encouragingly when you flutter in warning against his lips and around his fingers.

“That’s it…” he murmurs, voice low and utterly sinful. You can even feel his proud, smirking lips against your center, the image alone snapping the spring coiled low in your belly.

Ecstasy hits you like white-hot heat, tunneling your vision as you jerk against his face, heels digging into his back. His name falls sloppily from your mouth in a flurry of mixed vowels and sounds that hold no cohesive meaning, each one melding into throaty moans.

“That’s my girl…” He grins, removing his fingers to lap up all the juices of your arousal as you ride out your orgasm against his face.

Slowly you come back to yourself, the tremors of aftershock fading as your breath and vision catch up to you. Arthur remains content between your legs, gently kissing the soft skin of your thighs, once more humming the tune he’d serenaded you with on your way into town.

When he smiles at you, lips and chin shining with your nectar, love burning behind his blue-green eyes, you pet his hair, holding that gaze with the same reverence. Slowly a smirk unfurls on your lips.

“Like I said, knight in shining armor.”

[thefandomdirtymind]

How about opla!sanji being completely in love with the reader the moment he sees them?

It just hits him, bam, love at first sight. He plans to marry them kinda moment. Maybe they are in need of rescue or part of a rival crew.

A/N IMPORTANT:  Hi Anon ! Thank you for your request. I had so much fun writing it and playing with the idea of Sanji just planning his own wedding cake at the first of the reader. I assume by your use of Them that you wanted it gender neutral so I did my best and I hope you will like !

I though I knew love

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader Gender neutral (Them)

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering - NSFW The Small Favor - SFW The Mermaid Dream - SFW The Magic of a Kiss  - NSFW Casual

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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Love is a strange thing. Leading you to have affection for a thing, a pet, a person, multiple people at once, maybe, one more that another or felt head over heels for somebody at first sight. 

Not that you could tell yourself. Your love life hadn’t nothing to be told if not the term “boring” was the best to describe it. You had ,of course, a certain attraction and affection for your previous partners, but in your experience, the big true love was only things existing in books and short stories. 

However,the last thing you wanted to think about right now was love. The chain retraining your wrist was starting to get itchy, the little drop of water falling from the ceiling every ten seconds slowly gave you headaches and you could smell it in the air. The crew of Marines had become a little bit more nervous since they brought you a new cell companion, an unconscientious pretty orange haired girl. Maybe she would become your key to escape that rat hole of a ship. 

As if your thought had summoned it, you suddenly heard the blast of cannon and the scream of an eminent battle. Your brain working at full speed, you immediately start to search for a way out of that damn cell. Never you will allow yourself to be caught again, neither by the marine ,who’s without no doubt will execute you, nor by those pirates. You didn’t escape the circus or Buggy to come back in this nightmare. You prefer to drown. 

Kicking the door as hard as you can, targeting the rusty corner of the keyhole you abruptly stop when you hear heavy footsteps in the stairs and a face you had hoped never see again. 

“ They finally caught you hm ? “ Zoro nagged you, taking a look at Nami who slowly was regaining consciousness. “ Welcome back, I'll get you out in a minute. I have to decide what we do with your little roommate here. ” 

“ I suggest you let me go and forget my existence. I did what I did because I was in debt with Buggy, go hunt him down instead “ You replied,already knowing that the pirate hunter wasn’t the kind to let you go so easily.

“ I could, or you could win your freedom. Fight me and I'll let you go “ He offered, opening the door, but still blocking you the way. 

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Sanji was right behind Zoro, clearing his part of the deck, kicking with all he had. Somewhere between a missing punch from a Marine and a successful attack of this part against a kneecap. He had nodded when his green hair crew member had informed him that he will go downstairs to help Nami. But, he hadn’t come back since and Sanji didn’t like it at all. How many times he will have to save the life of that ungrateful mosshead.

Getting down the stairs, the blond chef never passes the last step. What was in front of him was simply unreal.  

Sanji, though he knew love, had felt love before. But, as you succeed to push Zoro in a full blast, he realizes that he, in fact, never felt it that way. Seeing you still enchained, but still so beautifully strong, trying to defend  yourself as furiously as a tiger, with the only help of the loose chain of your restraints bracelet. Makes him feel as if he receives himself a punch in the guts. From somewhere he could hear the wedding bell and almost see the magnificent cake he will bake for the event.

Maybe a Lemon quatre-quart or a simple sponge vanilla cake with pieces of strawberry in it. Are roses will be too classic or a cascade of fresh tiger lily accros the cake would make it look to bold.

He sadly couldn’t finish his delicious pastry though. When, as in an attempt of escaping what could be a mortal blast, you enter in full collision with his body.  

As you try to get up, your eyes finally meet his. In the most stressful moment of your life, you feel yourself caught in the bluest gaze you've ever seen. And just like that, the idea of love at first sight didn’t seem to you like some literature mirage.   

“ Hello there “ Sanji smiled, laying under you, his head gently resting against a step, letting you free to decide your next move. Sure if you decided to step on him to break free, it would probably permanently break his heart, but if it would save your life, he will accept it gladly. 

“Hi…” You nervously replied, trying, and failing pathetically to not smile with him. 

“ Hey waiter, stay out of that ! The fight isn’t over come back here Y/N “ Zoro groan. 

“ In fact I think we should all get out of here “ Nami declared, as a boom and a big crash came from upstairs.

Finally untangle yourself from the blond man, still on your guard in front of Zoro, but unable to snatch your gaze of Sanji. You nod of the head and proceed to get up the stairs. 

The whole ship was a mess, every Marines on the deck was unconscious, the mainmast was down and as you can see, the only person still standing was a way too joyful young man wearing a straw hat.

“ Hey ! Did you find another crew member !? “ He asked, like if you aren’t still unchained and clearly under the dark gaze of Zoro. 

“ More like a lot of Berries in warrant “ The young swordsman replied. 

“ We can’t collect a warrant while being yourself a pirate Zoro and you had to admit it was a great fight you had. “ Nami contributed, offering you a smile. “ I was mostly unconscious but I heard you had escaped from Buggy, we are different, we could need your help in our crew.”  

“ I will gladly welcome them in the crew if they want to join, “ Sanji answered, smiling at you, a tenderness you hadn’t fully understood in his eyes. “ I can’t wait to cook you your favorite meal.”   

“ Well, I...if Zoro will not kill me in my sleep I guess that I will stick with you for a while. “ You answered, curious to discover the meaning of this strange feeling you felt earlier with the tall blond. And the woman, Nami, seems right. Even in the clown crew, you hadn’t seen nothing like their good chemistry.  

“ Whatever “ The ex-pirate hunter mumbled, clearly not happy but ready to follow ,what you surprisingly guess, is his captain.  

“ Yahoo !  I’m Monkey D. Luffy, we are the straw hat crew and I will be King of the Pirate ! Let’s get back to the ship, those handcuffs would be really uncomfortable ! “

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Later that night, free of your chain and well fed for the first time in a while, you stay a little longer in the kitchen. 

Sitting at the table, the soft noise of Sanji cooking and the waves crashing against the hull . You absently dried the table knife you were previously cleaning. 

“ Y/N can you try those and tell me which you prefer ?” Sanji gently asked you, putting in front of you two slices of cake. 

A lemon quatre -quart and a vanilla sponge cake with strawberry pieces. 

At first surprise, you gave them a try, not sure of the last time you had cake. 

“ I can’t choose…They are both delicious ! “ You answered, finishing both slices. “ What is it for ?” 

“ Oh it’s for an event I plan for the future…” He simply replied, taking away the empty plates. “When we will be ready”

You didn’t know exactly why, maybe it was his soft smile when he was talking about that mysterious future plan or the gaze he was laying on you. But you couldn’t help yourself to feel your cheeks warming up a little, excited to discover more about that plan and which role you will play in it.

[p4ndawrites]

Love never felt easier

Tags: Female Reader, love interest insert, no mention of Y/N

Hey Guys! So this is just me getting back into writing so sorry if it's a bit rusty. Eitherway I hope you enjoy!

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She loved him. Didn't she?

The constant thrum of her heartbeat that spiked when he was around had proven that. Though she played it off easily considering how playful she was around others, but surely…

Surely, this was different.

Perhaps it started with the small things, like noticing the way he would tap his pencil on the desk to fill the silence, the constant 'ticking' serving as a way for others to know that he was bored. Or how he wasn't afraid to be himself even if others thought negatively about him. The happy, over-the-top personality that somehow made it so much easier to hide the growing feelings she felt under a veil of irritation yet also made it difficult to hide the smile that almost always appeared when he was around.

When had it even started? Was it after she threatened to hit him with her bag? Or was it when she asked him over for their weekly movie night?

Maybe it had started when he had stayed over the night last month and woke to her silent sobs that she thought she could get out without waking him. When he wrapped his arms around her, teasing her in hopes her anger would overtake her sadness (no one said he was good at comforting others, but the thought counts) because he'd rather see her yelling than crying. How she had woken up that morning to his blanket being thrown over her own, him lying asleep on the other couch that somehow had been pulled closer to her own.

Or maybe, just maybe it had been because he never spoke of it again. He would tease and nag, but he'd never ask her why she was crying because he knew that she would have told him if she were comfortable with it.

Either way, the point is that she fell for him, hadn't she? Every action, every smile, every word, she had softened quite a bit recently towards him. No longer would she snap at him as much as she did before, seeming to go for more of a teasing approach just to see his smile widen as he took on the challenge.

Now that she thinks about it, she probably had been in love with him for a while and only realized it now when it was too much to ignore. People seem to think that it's easy for one to notice when their feelings change for someone, but how do you know when everything feels the same?

Same words, different font.

The point is, she's pretty sure that she fell for him. Now what should she do? No one gave detailed instructions on how to deal with the emotion, and now she was completely in the dark.

But all in all, no matter how irritating he may be and how many times she wished he had an off switch, she's glad she fell for him.

Because even though she's in the dark about what to do now, he'll be the light to pull her out of it.

He always is.

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Do not steal work or repost as your own

[hypostatic-oath]

Tales Of Meropide

SAGAU!Tartaglia-centered, angst with some comfort.

Warnings: Swearing. I think it's just one but I'm not entirely sure. Written before 4.2, but finished after 4.1 - contains spoilers for the released story quest so far.

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Childe had never once in his life assumed jail would be fun. He had no delusions in that regard. But he had to admit, his hopes were raised once he heard of the Pankration Ring in the Fortress of Meropide. A competition ring for those who had "extra energy" they wished to "burn out" through regular sparring matches? Sign him up!

His hopes were very quickly shattered once he was told that no, a Fatui Harbinger was not allowed to compete, because "no way anyone would sign up to fight him" and "even if he did fight with one hand behind his back, that would set the bar too high for the other matches, and the spectators would be bored." Damn it - so the ring wasn't truly for fight afficionados - it was a marketing ploy! The fight itself wasn't the focus, it was the fact that it had to look good for an audience.

Childe huffed as he sat in the bed he'd taken to occupying. Fontaine was getting on his nerves - it seemed as though everything was for show, and very little was actually real. Where were the Traveler or the Overseer when one needed them?! Oh, what he wouldn't do to fight against a decent opponent!

His boredom was made worse by the fact that the Overseer - damn them and their excuse of "immersion" - had decided to bench him until he was out of prison. So now he rusted away in the Fortress of Meropide, with no one to fight, no one to banter with...

He could try the Duke again, he figured. While at first things hadn't gone his way, after explaining his issue, Wriothesley had, once or twice, been amenable to a sparring match, and it was the one thing keeping Tartaglia remotely sane. But lately the warden had been more and more busy - and less and less inclined to indulge the restless Harbinger. Were it not for the fact that he already had an escape plan in the works, Childe was sure he would have lost his mind for real. He was getting rusty. Every day that he did not raise his weapon was one day he grew weaker, and that the competition grew stronger. And he knew he had competition, both among the Fatui - how he was the Eleventh of a group of nine still eluded him - and among the other vessels.

It had hurt, the knowledge that right after his banner would come that of the Iudex who'd promptly knocked him out and sent him to jail... and that he wasn't even there to fight him about it! He hadn't been aware of the sheer strength of Fontaine's Chief Justice, but now that he'd caught a glimpse, Childe had to admit he was intrigued. And by intrigued let it be absolutely clear that what he meant was "eager to fight him again". Hell, the judge had managed to knock him out while he was using Foul Legacy! What else was this Neuvillette guy capable of? And, more importantly... had you noticed?

It was a thought Ajax didn't like to have. One he'd been trying to drown out - hah! Drown! Now that his hydro Vision was gone, and Neuvillette was out there using hydro as he pleased - since he'd first been told he wouldn't be able to fight down here. And yet, now that the Fortress had quieted down for the night, there was no sound to overpower his own thoughts.

The thoughts of being replaced. The thoughts that told him he was no longer enough. He was growing weaker, even before being arrested. His Vision had failed him. And now, how convenient - an insanely strong Hydro user was available. It didn't matter whether or not you'd pulled on Childe's banner earlier - he knew you needed strong members on your team, and at this rate he'd be no match for Neuvillette. Not in a fight, and not in your team. What was he supposed to do without it?! The worst of all was the nagging feeling that you'd grown used to not having him with you already. He'd been imprisoned for a while now, and not a peep from you. Not for the Abyss, not for Ley Lines, not for Domains, not even for Commissions.

He missed it.

He missed you.

Childe laid down on the bed - which was only slightly less uncomfortable than the slab of rock he used to sleep on during hos months in the Abyss - and turned to face the brass wall, his fingers absentmindedly tracing along his Delusion.

If only he could use it while you were taking hold of him - if only he could use his Foul Legacy transformation, too. He had developed (and tested) the theory that due to your influence, these things would have almost to no toll on his body. That was, apparently, part of the unspoken contract between an Overseer and their Vessels - not only would they become stronger, but their injuries and exhaustion would be your responsibility instead of theirs. For Childe, it was the perfect deal, lending you control of his body to fight all kinds of opponents and having his strength increase a hundredfold. Except for the part that, try as he might - and most importantly, try as you might - it was impossible for him to use his Delusion, or his Foul Legacy transformation, or, much to your chagrin, his signature "whale toss".

Ah, yes. That had been another issue.

Ever since he'd gotten to the Fortress, he'd seen it.

In dreams, in flashes during the day, hell, he was even hearing it, its song echoing through the brass walls. And yet, no one else seemed to be able to. That in itself was a sign - this was indeed the one he'd roused from slumber... and it was beckoning him to answer its calls.

He closed his eyes. Perhaps tonight's dream would provide more insight. He'd seek it out as soon as he managed to leave, he just had to wait for a pipe cleaning day in order to make his escape. For now, though, all he could do was wait, as time passed agonizingly slow. And so, lulled by boredom and whalesong, he forced himself to sleep it off.

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You were getting impatient.

You'd decided to give storyline immersion a try once Childe was arrested, thinking that it'd be pretty weird for the recently arrested Harbinger to be roaming the streets of Fontaine - and you'd been doing a lot of roaming recently, having a whole new nation to explore. By now, you were aware that your game was responsive to you, and that had been a big reason why you'd made that decision, knowing that they were aware of what you did. You did not want to stir up trouble with Neuvillette or Wriothesley... not when they hadn't come home yet. It was best to play to their interests a little bit. However... this was getting ridiculous.

"We're gonna have to break him out at this rate." You huffed, as you picked up yet another Romaritime flower. As usual, the members of your party who hadn't been so used to you seemed a little startled at hearing your voice, while the Traveler and Paimon were far more relaxed. You supposed it made sense - if a disembodied voice started talking about jailbreak out of nowhere, you'd probably be pretty spooked too.

"But, Overseer..." Paimon began. "If we break him out of jail, won't people notice he's missing? And you still want to get Monsieur Neuvillette as soon as his banner drops - are you sure we should interfere with justice right now?"

"Neuvillette will come whether he likes it or not." You said, a steely determination in your voice. You'd meant nothing threatening by it, only that he was guaranteed and near pity, but it still sent a chill down the most inexperienced members of your team's spines. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that's what the next Archon Quest will be - break Childe out of jail. He's gonna come home with us, and everything will be okay. So it shouldn't really matter... if we give him a taste of freedom early, now does it?"

"I suppose it's alright." The Traveler chimed in. They were still the vessel who was more in tune with your emotions after all these years together, and thst could be both a blessing and a curse. Now, what they felt was your eagerness to see Childe again... and concern.

You were worried about him.

With a few clicks, you opened the map. Were it anyone else, you would've teleported to somewhere nice. Maybe Angel's Share, or Liuli Pavilion, or any of the many other restaurants and cafés that dotted the regions of Teyvat that had opened themselves to you.

But you knew that after being stuck for so long, your Tartaglia would need something more than a simple apology meal.

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The Golden house. Of course his dreams would take him there - he'd fallen asleep to thoughts of you. It was a respite from the other ones, but pleasant as dreams of fighting may be, they had about the same effect as dreams of a feast to a starving man. No matter how much he fought, he'd still wake up feeling empty.

"What's the matter with you? No 'Surrender is a valid option' today?" Your voice rang out. Oh, yeah. He'd forgotten his usual taunt... did it matter, in a dream? Apparently it did, because you'd commented on it. Still, he wasn't sure if he felt like going along with it. Why would it matter? It wasn't real. He'd likely never see you again, and his stupid dream was only making things worse.

"You seem out of it. Childe." The Traveler stood before him as you spoke, their weapon lowered but still unsheated. "Maybe prison put you in a worse shape than I thought... oh, I'm going to kill them. I don't care. Traveler, we're going to take this man out of there."

"Paimon's pretty sure that's illegal..."

"Illegal? Look at what they've done to him! They massacred my boy! He has no will to live!"

Tartaglia watched as you spoke with the Traveler and Paimon. It wasn't often that he got to witness such direct interactions, and he had to admit, it was a little bit funny seeing the blonde outlander and his companion arguing with the air. They usually faced the direction opposite of where Paimon hovered - mostly so the poor guide didn't feel like they were arguing with her instead - but it still looked as though the Traveler were speaking to absolutely nothing.

Even though he was sure this was a dream - of course it was, after all, you bringing him for a fight now, and within a few seconds immediately deciding to break him out and go on a murder spree for his sake? Tartaglia could recognize his own wishful thinking - the image brought a smile to his face.

"What have they done to you?" You asked, addressing him directly once more. "How bad is it? Are you eating enough? Are you eating at all? Are you sick? Bastards..."

Concern. He could almost feel your warmth. He had to remind himself that it wasn't real. He had to remind himself that, in the real world, in the waking world, he was still in bed. That you, powerful entity that you were, could pull him out any time, and yet you hadn't.

He'd started thinking this was just like last time. Just like in the Abyss.

At first, he'd wanted his parents to come looking for him. He'd wanted them to notice he was gone, and many a night had he dreamt of them finding him. Then came his master, and with her, he held even less delusions that she'd come to his aid. And then, he'd joined the Fatui, and there it was set in stone that comrades as they may be, there'd be no help whatsoever, so he might as well give up hope.

He still dreamt it, sometimes. That someday there'd be someone to reach out a hand, someone who'd give him a bright smile when he was at his worst and help him stand, so they could take on the world together. He still dreamt that for once, just once, someone would care enough to help.

But nobody came.

He needed to be strong. He loved being strong, he loved fighting. Which was a good thing, he'd many times surmised, since it was the only thing the world needed him to do. You win the fight, you live. That was that, and it was all it had ever been and all it ever would be.

There'd be no parents looking for him. No Skirk coming in at the last minute to parry the blow. No comrades to call upon. No Overseer willing to go on a murder spree to take him out of jail.

The truth, the cold truth, was nothing like the warm dreams where someone came to his aid. The truth was that once again, he'd have to break out alone.

All he could do for now was enjoy the opportunity to fight "you", even if just in a dream, so he took a deep, shaky breath, and got ready to spar.

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You wondered if he knew he was crying.

It didn't last too long. You quickly opted out of the Golden House - you'd clearly overestimated his will to fight. Even as he stood at the ready, you could see the changes in his demeanor. Maybe you should've gone with Angel's Share after all.

You emptied your party - save for the Traveler - and placed Childe on one of the empty slots. Then, you quickly teleported the three of them (because the Traveler always counted as two, with Paimon beside them all the time) to your teapot. It was clear Childe needed more than just an apology fight.

"Traveler, do me a favor." You asked, once the loading screen was out of the way. "Could you get some food started, please?"

That should give you a little alone time with the Harbinger. Maybe it'd be easier, you figured, to coax information on his wellbeing if you were alone.

As the Traveller nodded and went to handle the cooking at a nearby stove, you switched to Tartaglia. It was a little odd now, controlling them when you knew they were aware of your existence. The vast majority didn't seem to mind, and you took some comfort in how responsive and talkative they were - at least you weren't some malevolent, brainwashing eldritch entity. Your characters - erm, Vessels, as they preferred to call it - seemed fine.

Childe, however, didn't.

"Hey. Ajax." You made sure to keep your voice softer than usual as you guided him towards the hot springs, sitting him down. "I'm sorry. I genuinely thought we'd get to break you out sooner."

For a while, he didn't answer.

You placed the cursor over his shoulder. By now, you knew they could feel a sort of phantom touch, and it was the closest thing you could do to offer a comforting hand.

"Whatever they did to you ends now. I'm hereby overruling your sentence. You're staying here while I'm logged off until the Traveler and I resolve this, and when I'm around, you're back on the team."

You could see Childe trying to look at you, so you did him the favor of turning the camera in such a way that it looked as though you were sitting beside him.

"Over here."

He couldn't see your expression, but you still hoped he could somehow hear the way you felt through your voice. Oh, how you wanted to be able to reach him.

Tartaglia looked in the vague direction of you, and you wished you had a way to cup his cheek and wipe away the tears threatening to spill from those lifeless eyes. You moved the cursor to rest over his pinky finger - this was the closest thing you could do to a pinky promise, after all.

"It's over, Ajax. It's done. Canon can go fuck itself. If they want to put you back in jail they're gonna have to go through me first."

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Ajax had wished you were physically in Teyvat many times. Most of these times were because he wished to fight you personally, some because he wished to share some food with you. This time, feeling the unmistakable warmth of your phantom touch slide from his shoulder to his hand, before focusing on his pinky as you promised to fight for him, he wished he could pull you into the tightest embrace. What a cruel dream - couldn't his mind have dreamt you a physical body, too? One he could hold on to. One he could curl up around.

He felt your touch on his back, soothing circles of warmth rhytmically rubbed, and he would've leaned into your touch if he had any idea of which direction to lean into.

"I have an escape route planned already." He sighed. "And a few other things I need to handle, too."

"Still." You insisted. "You look terrible. No offense."

"I'm f-"

"You're not fine, Ajax. I'm not an idiot. Look, the teapot has a place for you whenever you'd like. You have the Sigil of Permission, and I'll make sure to leave an empty room, so you can come and go whenever. So you at least get food, drink, a place to sleep... I'm pretty sure that with the Shogun around you'll always have someone to spar with, too, that should keep you from boredom-"

The Sigil of Permission.

Of course.

How could he have forgotten?

A dream as this may be - and he was start to suspect it wasn't, due to the unmistakable feeling of your energy seeping into his own and, perhaps a more obvious sign, how his clothes felt against his body due to being in the hot springs fully clothed (perhaps Overseers had no concept of clothing, and you refused to remove it because you considered his outfit a part of his skin? He'd heard you refer to the Tianquan's new outfit as a "new skin" once, after all...), the water making them heavier - it had still provided him something that could help him once he woke. The Traveler had once bestowed him with a sigil of permission that granted him access to your Serenitea Pot - a sigil of permission that was still in his possession.

Childe could feel a spark of hope inside his chest, the corners of his lips curving in a discreet yet confident smile.

He'd definitely take you up on that offer later.

"That's more like it!" You sounded relieved. And, as it usually was for Vessels when you were pouring your energy into them, your energy felt relieved as well, your emotions bleeding through into his body. All that, just for a small smile? Tartaglia smiled wider, in the general direction of where you should be, and the feeling increased.

He felt that familiar sensation of your focus on his hair, and found himself thinking that maybe, if you were there beside him, you would've ran your fingers through it, and maybe he'd lean closer, perhaps to rest his head on your shoulder or your lap.

Archons, what was happening to him? He wasn't supposed to let himself go like this. This wasn't a dream at all, he couldn't simply indulge as though it were. He had to stop leaning into your phantom touch, he had to stop hoping. This sort of hope, this sort of weakness, it'd kill him. He needed to-

"What you need is rest. And to be comfortable. And to let me and the Traveler take care of you." Your voice brought him out of his spiraling train of thought. Oh, right. He'd forgotten that lately you'd gotten better at hearing their thoughts. A trick you'd picked up in Sumeru, no doubt. He sighed.

"That... would be nice. Thank you, comrade. But you really don't need-"

"I don't. But I want to, so I will. So come on, let's get you fed while I redecorate the teapot again. It was bound for a change sooner or later, anyway."

[scorpionsleeps]

Liminal Spaces - 141

((For this to make even a little bit of sense, please go read the wonderful brainchild of the talented @notspiders - I've linked the post at the bottom, you can't miss it! All credit goes to them ♥))

Part 1 - The Watchtower

There's only ever been one rule - You're supposed to stay up in the watchtower when he isn't with you (a rare occurrence as he seems to hate being away even for a moment) and you'd think there'd be some pull, some inclination to explore and see things for yourself... but not really? (Not anymore). 

Sometimes there's a nagging, irritating feeling in the back of your head, it tells you to do silly things, dangerous things - like putting on your hiking boots, getting some essentials together... and running away. 

But that's silly. (And you shiver when you think about going out into the woods on your own.) 

It's cozy up in the watchtower, always the perfect temperature inside, always a drink fitting the weather set out waiting for you, a snack prepared in advance if you get peckish, a blanket or some fuzzy socks if it's chilly or a pair of sunglasses and a hat if the sunbeams are persistent.  

Your biggest weakness however - several piles of books by the bed. You.. don't really remember how long you've been here, but you've read so many books one would think you should have managed to make a dent in the stacks by now - but no. 

And it's not like you're complaining, not at all, every single book you've picked up thus far has scratched just the right itch for that day. (But it's weird, isn't it?) 

And you couldn't have asked for a better companion, he doesn't crowd you when you want to be alone (though he's never far from sight). If you want to spend the day reading away, he'll simply take the four-wheeler (that only ever works for him) and go on a provision run, it's kinda funny how those trips are always on days when you have no desire to leave the watchtower (right?). Or he'll go hunting - disappearing in to the woods without gear or weapons of any kind and yet always bringing back game slung over his strong, broad back.  

It's not that he refuses to take you with him (not at all, he loves your company!) it's just that when you go with him, the two of you always seem to get distracted and end up doing something completely different then what you set out to do. Like rock-climbing! Or he'll teach you how to throw axes, or tie a snare - always willing to please you, quick to laugh and even quicker with a joke. 

Some days, instead of being boisterous and smiling, blue eyes glittering with mischief, he will go quiet, contemplative and go sit out by the railing and watch the horizon. - And you've found yourself thinking, on more than one occasion that it's as if he is actively trying not to look at you. His fingers wrapped around the old rusty metal, knuckles white and taut. You learned quickly that he was best left alone on days like that. (So things don't get out of hand). 

He always keeps you safe though, even from yourself. Because as good as you have it here, sometimes you have bad days too and you get confused. You don't like yourself very much on those days, on those days you don't like your companion very much either, or at all in fact.  

You scream and shout and cry, accuse him of horrible things, of scary things.. and on really bad days he has to restrain you, take hold of your smacking hands and scratching nails and push you down in bed under his solid body. Holding you still while he coos and whispers sweet nothings in your ear (always with that warm highland lilt) until you've calmed down, until you can breath again. When your head finally stops hurting, finally stops feeling like it's going to tear in two. 

And you can't fault him if his touch lingers, if he's reluctant to let you go. To release your body from under his much bigger one. And him grinding up against your core, slotting your body perfectly against his.. that's just to keep you from hurting yourself (Even if it short circuits your brain). So what if his eyes go a little crazed and stares at inappropriate places on your body - anyone can get cabin fever! 

The important thing is - He keeps you safe and even if you sulk and pout afterwards (his words, not yours), if you refuse to get out of bed and spend days simply laying curled up under covers and blankets staring out over the vast (never ending) stretch of forest surrounding you... he always takes care of you.  

He'll nail up an old bedsheet and set up the projector so you can watch movies together, or he'll pick up the book you've started on and read aloud - picking up right where you left off. 

More often than not he'll do voices for the characters, bring them to life with exaggerated accents and gesticulations, all to make you smile. Or he'll go completely off script and put on his own little show, just for your amusement, it never fails to leave you in stitches. 

He'll tempt you and entice you with delicious smelling foods, stacks of pancakes with butter and maple syrup, rich flavourful stews that leave you both groaning and unbuttoning your pants. Or he'll pull a pint of your favourite ice-cream out of the icebox, when you could have sworn, you'd run out days ago (Gaz only knows where he got it from).  

And soon enough the bad mood will pass, it will slip away and you're back to enjoying yourself in the quiet of the watchtower, feeling at peace once more. 

His big, steady arm wrapped around your shoulders, his nose pressed down at the top of your head, breathing you in, calming him down and stirring him up in equal measure. (Unbeknownst to you.) 

You're right where you should be, where you belong.

With him. 

[missythecalicocat]

So this is my first ever attempt to post my AO3 work on tumblr!! I’m not 100% sure on what I’m doing but yknow, I’m trying to learn 😭.

This is a puzzleshipping fanfiction that takes place after Yugi gets his soul returned to him from the whole seal of Orichalcos thing. Just to tell everyone, I haven’t watched Yugioh for a few years now and I’m a little rusty with the lore. I’ve started to rewatch it recently but I have yet to finish the seal of Orichalcos arc.

Anyway, some story tags, I guess… : puzzleshipping, Mature Audience, somewhat slow burn, rouge duel-monsters.

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THE HARMONY OF THINGS

He was mad. Really mad, Furious even. He was so angry that Yami had let his darkness get the better of him. The moment Yami had played the seal of orichalcos it made Yugi doubt all the progress they had made. He knows deep down that Yami was a bad person before they became friends, but he had thought that Yami had changed for the better since. He was more caring then ever and Yugi fell for it. He let himself grow vulnerable with the corrupted spirit of an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh and Yugi hated to admit it but he had completely trusted the spirit with everything. Now that trust was crumbling like a house built on an unsteady foundation. It felt like he couldn’t escape the crumbling walls of that house. It was scary being trapped in a void with no one around. He felt lost and he couldn’t help but fall apart.

He fell apart and crumbled just like that house. He couldn’t stop the nagging feeling of loneliness that crept inside his mind. Like that loneliness was a disease, however, it was a disease he was used to. He was used to that disease as for years he had lived through that crippling feeling of loneliness. If it hadn’t been for Yami, he wouldn’t have escaped that depressing state that he was confined to for years but, Yugi knows that doesn’t mean he owes Yami anything. He didn’t ask for Yamis help. Well, okay he asked the puzzle for help, but that didn’t count because he wasn’t specifically asking Yami.

great now he’s rambling nonsense because he can’t make up his mind. Can he forgive Yami? Can he hate him forever? He groaned as he clutched his head and fell back onto his fluffy blue comforter. Ever since Yami had gotten Yugi back, he had been hiding from their bond and hiding in his soul room. It’s not like they need to talk about what happened or anything. Plus, Yugi is totally not mad, totally. Totally not! He’s so happy, very happy! Ecstatic even! Okay, the point has been made and now Yami is hiding from Yugi so Yugi can’t even work out his feelings. It’s so unfair and Yugi doesn’t know how to handle it.

He hates to admit it but he does in fact miss Yami. As mad as he is, Yami still earned a place in his heart that feels empty when he’s not there and he feels like a part of himself is missing. He groaned again before sitting up and staring at his full body mirror that stood in front of him. He laughed pitifully at the reflection that showed. Yami and Yugi had been the same person for so long that now he’ll never stop associating himself with his other half. He can’t even look at himself without seeing Yami. It was pitiful how it made his heart ache for the other. Wishing deep down that Yami was with him no matter how upset he was. He misses Yami more than he wants to admit and he’ll always hurt when the other isn’t here. When his soul was trapped he missed his friends but he ached for his other half to remind him that they were in this together. That he wasn’t alone. That he wasn’t alone like he was right at this moment. He felt so alone now that Yami was hiding and he didn’t know what to do about it.

Maybe one of his friends could help. Tea was the only one to have a conversation with Yami one on one, maybe she could help. With that thought he quickly grabbed his phone and messaged Tea to meet him at the train station. Without hesitation she had agreed and then he quickly got ready to leave then he hightailed himself out of his house. His grandpa was a little confused but shrugged it off.

”Yugi! Why did you want to meet?” Tea had asked him once he arrived at the train station. He was huffing to catch his breath as he knelt over with his hand on his chest. One finger pointed towards the sky as if saying ‘give me a moment’.

“I need help.” He said through his huffs as he looked up at her with a pitiful face. She nodded before leading them to his favorite burger joint. The entire walk he tried to catch his breath to which he successfully did after a few minutes of slow walking. The walk was silent until they had been seated inside the joint.

”It’s about Yami, isn’t it?” She asked and He nodded softly as he looked down at the fries on his tray. She sighed before she took a bite of one of her fries. “He was devastated, you know?” His eyes met her sad ones.

”He was?” Yugi asked her in response and she nodded as a sad smile tugged on her lips.

”He felt so guilty. He was crushed.” Yugi scoffed bitterly.

”He should feel guilty, because of him I had to sit alone for what felt like eternity.” He spoke bitterly and Tea frowned and sighed.

”That wasn’t entirely his fault, you did choose to sacrifice yourself instead of letting the seal take him.” Tea placed her head in her palm and Yugi frowned once more.

”But I wouldn’t have had to do that IF he didn’t use the seal in the first place!” He argued and Tea just stared.

”That’s not true. You didn’t have to sacrifice yourself. He didn’t force you to, you chose to.” Tea stated matter-of-factly and Yugi just groaned.

”But, I couldn’t let him seal his soul like that!” He huffed out a breath of annoyance.

”Why? Why didn’t you let him suffer the consequences of his own action?” She asked him.

”I— I just couldn’t” He answered with hesitation. He doesn’t know that answer himself.

”Why couldn’t you?” She asked, her voice steady and calm.

“I— I don’t know Tea, I just couldn’t!” He answered once more with the same hesitation.

”You do know Yugi, deep down you do, people are never that selfless without a reason.” Her voice was commanding as if she was commanding the answer out of him and he was panicking.

”I don’t know Tea!” He was angry at her now for asking him these stupid questions.

”You do Yugi! You do! Why couldn’t you let the seal take Yami! Why did you push him out of the way! Yugi you know the answer! Why!!” She got a little louder and he squinted his eyes.

”BECAUSE I— I LOVE HIM! I— I love him…” He started to quiet down when he was hit with the piercing realization. The heavy ache in his heart and the emptiness he feels when Yami is missing, all making sense with that revelation. “I wanted to save him, because I love him.”

Tea sighed when Yugi finally admitted to himself the feelings he harbored for his other half. “Yugi, he was heartbroken when he saw what he had done. He was lost without you. You need to talk to him.”

”It’s not like I haven't tried. He’s hiding from me like a coward.” Yugi huffed as he puffed out his chest and crossed his arms. His cheeks a slight dusting of red.

”You wouldn’t do the same thing? You wouldn’t cower from embarrassment and sadness?” She questioned and he looked at her as his once hard eyes had softened.

“I guess, I would hide too.” He mumbled and Tea smiled softly. “But I don’t know how to find him, his soul room is a maze. And he blocked our bond so I can’t telepathically reach out to him. It’s just to hard”

”Oh stop moping! You’ve been through far worse than a maze and you never gave up then! So why are you giving up now! Yami is one of, if not the, closest friends you’ve ever had! You love him for crying out loud, now go searching for him. Believe in finding him like you believe in the heart of the cards!” Usually her speeches were partially annoying, however, this time it was so inspirational. Maybe because it hit really close to home. “Now go find your boyfriend!”

Yugi blushed a deep red before swatting at her shoulder. “He’s not my boyfriend!!”

”Not yet,” She grinned and he rolled his eyes before smiling softly. No matter how annoying Tea is sometimes, she truly is one of his bestest friends and he appreciates her so much.

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Now he’s home, laying down in his bed as he tries to focus on going into his soul room. To which, he was struggling greatly. Yami was the one who usually took him to his soul room because he was better than him at it. The only thing he truly remembered was that he had to close his eyes and focus on going into the puzzle. Which was apparently both simultaneously his soul and not. It was really confusing and he chose not to think about it.

Instead he laid in his bed and focused on going into his soul room. For a second he thought it didn’t work before he opened his eyes and noticed he was no longer in his bedroom. Now, he was laying in a bed that had light blue sheets and he was surrounded by toys. The entire room looked like a child’s fantasy. He’s been in here a few times, it’s usually where they start when Yami would bring him into his soul. Oh, how his heart yearned for those eyes. They were red, shining, and brilliant. Yugi wished he could sit and stare! Getting lost for hours on end in the crimson pools. He felt his face heat up as he thought about it, a soft smile tugged on his lips.

Determination filled his veins as he stood up quickly from the bed and walked to the soul room's door. He had to find Yami now! The speech Tea had given him flooding his thoughts once more. “Believe in finding him like you believe in the heart of the cards.” Now that he has a purpose maybe the road won’t be as winded and difficult to trek. Well, there’s only one way to find out.

His hand grasped the black handle as he opened the soul room door. A dark hallway greeted him and he hesitantly stepped out into the darkness. When Yami was here, he wasn’t as scared and with Yami gone he could barely step out into the hall. His heart hammering in his chest from his fear. He tried to stay calm by breathing in and out slowly and deeply, feeling his lungs inhale and exhale.

He turned to his right and he saw the glowing door of Yami's soul room. He walked to it and placed his hand on the golden handle. Before he opened the door he placed his head on the glowing eye and spoke softly, “I won’t be afraid, I won’t be afraid.” That mantra was meant to keep the nerves off however it didn’t do much to help when he was met face to face with the maze. The scary, gravity defying, 4d maze. It sent a shiver down his spine as he slowly walked beyond the doorway and into the room.

He could hear the sounds of his footsteps echoing inside the mazes walls. The eerie vibe gave him a chill as he slowly started to walk up a staircase. He kept mumbling about believing in finding Yami and how he wasn’t afraid. He noticed the etchings and tried to read the markings however, it all looked incomprehensible to him. He followed the hallway down towards a door though as he stepped in front of the door, the floor below him caved under his weight and he quickly grabbed onto a brick before he fell entirely into the void below.

“YAMI!!” He called out to his other half in hopes Yami would come running to his aid. He weakly tried to pull himself up with his own arm strength. Though as he put his weight onto the brick it slipped from its place and fell into the void as his non-dominant hand quickly grabbed the next closest brick. He didn’t have as good of a grip as he hoped and he felt his fingers slipping more and more off the brick as the seconds passed.

He couldn’t fall, he had to find Yami. With what strength he could muster and the adrenaline in his veins, he used those factors as he pulled his body up. Just enough for him to swing his dominant arm over the bricks in front of him and grapple onto the ground. Then he started to pull himself out of the hole, determined to make it to Yami. He pushed his arms into the ground below as he tried to swing his leg up and onto the bricks. What he didn’t think about was how weak the floor might’ve been, which he learned pretty quickly as the brick below him broke out of its place causing his grip to loosen as he slid off the bricks he just climbed back onto. His leg getting caught on the edge of a brick which scrapes down his calve and he winces in pain. His hand couldn’t get a good enough grip on anything and he felt his heart stop as he fell into the void.

We’ll, it started once again when he felt someone’s hand grab his. He looked up with excitement only to have that excitement drop into confusion. There stood the Dark Magician grabbing his hand and pulling him up. When his feet finally made it on to steady ground he looked back at the dark magician. His face morphed into hesitance as he stared at the magician.

“Dark Magician? How did you…?” As he asked that question he remembered a moment where he was faced with the dark magician before. It was him and Shadi and Shadi had threatened to summon the blue-eyes white dragon in Yami's Soul room, however Yugi was able to convince him not to. Only Yugi was able to calm the dark magician.

The dark magician never spoke, however, he did pick Yugi up from his semi standing position. The dark magician held Yugi in a bridal position that caused a subtle heat to rise to Yugi’s cheeks. “Wh-what are you doing!”

Yugi followed the dark magician's eyes to his injured leg and smiled softly. “I’m fine Dark Magician, I can walk on my own.” The magician looked at him with soft eyes before gently putting him down on his feet. The magician grabbed his hand gently to which Yugi blushed and gasped in surprise, before dragging him out of the hallway they were in. Yugi’s heart hammered in his chest as he felt the death grip that the magician was holding his hand with. “Wh-Where are we going?”

The magician stopped before turning to Yugi and pointing at his millennium puzzle. “But aren’t we already in the puzzle? How are you gonna take me to a place I already am?” He asked and the magician shook his head before grabbing both of Yugi’s hands again, placing both of them in one of his. Which caused Yugi to blush at the apparent size difference. Then the magician pointed at Yugi’s heart and he looked at the magician in confusion, only to be met by a smile. One he never thought he’d see on the dark magician. Then the dark magician let go of his hands before pointing at him once more then making a heart with both of the magicians hands. Yugi picked up that the magician was trying to say something along the lines of “your heart” which to Yugi was “my heart”. Then it clicked.

“You'll take me to Yami? You know where he is?” He asked and the magician nodded before grabbing Yugi’s hand once more as if to say, ‘follow me, I’ll lead you’. Contently, Yugi followed the magician as he led Yugi through winding mazes. Yugi felt like he walked around in circles with each stairwell and hallway they passed. The maze felt like it went on forever, at least, it did until yugi bumped into the back of the dark magician. Noticing the magician had stopped, Yugi looked up at him.

“What’s wrong?” He felt the magician tense as the magician grabbed out his staff. Then he heard the noise of quick paced footsteps running towards them from the dark end of the hallway. He tensed as he saw the figure of his other self running towards them. “Yami!!”

Yamis eyes snapped towards Yugi as his face morphed into confusion and then into concern. Yugi had to resist the urge to run up to him and grab him. “Yugi! What, what are you doing here?” Yami was now standing in front of him.

“I was—“ then a loud screech cut him off as he looked past Yami and saw Joey's Red eyes flying out of the darkness. Yami quickly grabbed onto Yugi and held him in a protective grasp as the dark magician stepped in front of the both of them with his staff aimed at the red eyes. “Wait! We don’t have to kill it do we? Red eyes did nothing wrong!”

“Yugi—“ Yami started as Yugi moved out of Yamis protective grasp. Yugi stood in front of the others as he looked at the attacking red eyes.

“Red eyes please, it’s me Yugi!! You have to remember me! Please!” Red eyes didn’t stop his assault forward and Yugi frowned. “Please” he begged one last time as he closed his eyes in anticipation. However, nothing happened and he opened his eyes. Seeing the red eyes flying right in front of him as its attack had halted. The red eyes gently put its head in Yugi’s hand and rubbed against it like a dog would. “What’s wrong, red eyes? Why were you attacking?” The dragon roared as it laid down on the ground. It looked like it was in pain.

“Red eyes?” He knelt down and gently petted the dragon's nose.

“Yugi I think we should—“ Yami started to walk up towards Yugi but Yugi shook his head no.

“Somethings wrong Yami, you can’t hide from this problem too!” Yugi didn’t mean to come off as rude and angry as he did. The look of sadness that filled Yamis eyes at Yugi’s remark broke Yugi’s heart. “I— I’m sorry Yami I didn’t—“

“No… you’re right, I can’t hide anymore.” Yugi smiled softly at Yamis resolve and nodded.

“Speaking of not hiding anymore, we need to have an important conversation.” Yugi stood in front of Yami and Yami looked away. “Yami I—“

Then the loud noises of more monsters came from the halls. He can’t keep getting interrupted like this! He turned his attention down the hallway as he saw zombie monsters start walking out of the hallway. Quickly Yugi crouched down to red eyes and woke it up from its slumber. Weakly the dragon started to fly up and follow its humans.

“Dark magician!! Attack the zombies!” Yami yelled and the dark magician got ready to aim his attack at the zombies.

“NO! Dark Magician, don’t!! PLEASE.” Yuhi pleaded and the dark magician gave a look of confliction. Then the magician aimed an attack and Yugi cried out trying to stop the magician. However, Yugi was pleasantly surprised when the magician didn’t attack the creatures, however, it attacked the ground between them and the creatures. Causing the ground to collapse between the monsters and the others.

“Yugi—“ Yami looked at Yugi with a look that was completely unreadable. Yugi turned his body towards Yami.

“Please, can we not hurt the monsters? I don’t want them to get punished when they did nothing wrong but exist.” Yugi pleaded with his darker self and Yami bit his bottom lip. Then, Yami nodded softly.

“That’s very kind of you Yugi, if you think we shouldn’t hurt the monsters then… I guess we won’t.” Yugi smiled as Yami spoke. The way Yami looked at him made him get embarrassed. It was the pure astonishment and adoration in Yamis eyes that made Yugi get shy all of a sudden. “I’m sorry, for attacking the monsters and, I’m sorry for every wrong I’ve—“

Yugi put a finger to Yamis lips. As much as he wants to have this conversation, he definitely thinks now is not the time. “We’ll talk about it later, we have a mystery to solve. For Right now, we’re okay. Let’s just get the mission over.” Yami nodded before grabbing Yugi’s hand softly.

“Alright, everyone follow me, let’s get out of here and try to figure out what’s going wrong!!” Yami dragged Yugi as the good monsters followed them.

“Do you think there are good monsters who know what’s going on?” Yugi asked and he heard the dark magician grunt. “Do you know something, dark magician?”

The Dark Magician nodded as he closed his eyes in focus. Everyone stopped as the magician had stopped all movements. The dragon got on the ground and got comfortable. Then the sound of feet running towards them from the opposite direction was heard. Yugi instinctively hid behind Yami.

“Yugi!! Pharaoh!!!” The woman yelled as she ran up to them and out of the darkness. Yugi’s eyes widen as he sees the duel monster Dark Magician Girl, running up to them.

“Dark Magician Girl!! Did the Dark Magician call out to you?” Yugi ran up to the girl and she nodded.

“I’ll explain everything, but we have to go! There are more monsters on the way that will not hesitate to hurt us!” Everyone nodded and the dragon flew up into the sky, ready to follow the humans. With that they all followed the magician girl, no hesitation needed.

They ran through hallways, doorways and stairwells before they finally stopped in a room with a bunch of monster engravings. The dark magician and the dark magician girl had stood in the middle of the room, back to back, chanting something Yugi couldn’t understand. Then the tablets started to shake as duel monsters started to come out of the tablets.

“Wh-What are you doing?!” Yugi asked the magician girl and she winked at him.

“Do not worry Yugi, these Monsters are on your side! And we’re gonna need all the help we can get!” Once all the monsters came out of the Tablets Yugi felt a fuzzy thing rub against his cheek. He immediately knew it was Kuriboh. The fuzzball cuddled him and Yugi let it.

“Now, tell us what’s going on Dark Magician Girl.” Yami said with a gruffy tone in his voice.

The magician girl nodded before walking in front of them. “The balance was thrown off, the harmony of darkness and light was thrown out of balance which caused a bunch of monsters to free themselves from the tablets. Some good, some evil.”

“What threw the harmony off balance?” Yugi asked and before the magician girl could respond, Yami spoke with sadness within his voice.

“The seal of orichalcos…” Yugi frowned as the Dark Magician Girl nodded.

“Because of the seal, the balanced Harmony between light and dark was thrown off.” She explained and Yugi frowned as he looked at Yami. The face of despair on Yamis features. Yugi quickly walked over to Yami and hugged him, Yami tensed as he looked at Yugi. “But please don’t despair pharaoh, just like how you created more darkness, yugi can create more light. His pure generosity and love can change the monster's heart. Like he did the red eyes.”

Yugi looked at her with surprise in his eyes. “Me? I can help.” The magician girl nodded.

“Yes, Yugi, you are the light while Yami is the darkness.” The girl spoke with her chipper voice. Yugi nodded before looking at her.

“Can we save them all? Can we save them without hurting them?” Yugi asked and the magician girl frowned a little.

“You can save most of them, but some were evil before the balance was thrown off. Those who were evil before cannot be saved.” With that answer Yugi frowned. “That’s why there’s Yami, those dark creatures don’t stand a chance against the Pharaoh. Yami has to do his part, just like you Yugi.”

“But, they did nothing wrong but exist, why do we have to punish something that did nothing wrong! Because some evil sorcerer people corrupted those monsters? I just wish I could save them all!!” Yugi hated this, he hated hurting others. It made his head ache

“I’m sorry Yugi, I really am, if it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t be in this situation and I—“ he started though Yugi cut him off.

“We’ll talk about it later Yami, please let’s just focus.” Yami nodded before turning his head away. “How am I supposed to fix this?” Yugi asked the magician girl.

“That is a question I do not have the answer to, I’m sorry Yugi.” She answered softly and sadly and Yugi looked down. Of course there is no solution, there’s never a solution. He always has to figure it out!

“Maybe since Yami used the seal of orichalcos I have to do something on the opposite side of the spectrum? Agh I don’t know.” He suggested before shaking his head.

“Maybe, or the problem could be more inward as opposed to outward!” She suggested and Yugi looked at her in confusion.

“What do you mean?” He asked her and she smiled once more.

“Maybe it’s much less the creatures that are broken, but more the light and darkness itself.” She says, still cryptic and confusing.

“Huh? I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean?” Yugi frowned as the Dark Magician Girl shrugged. Well he won’t think about it like that. In the middle of their conversation a monster had walked into the door outside the room they were in. “Don’t kill it! It did nothing wrong!”

Then the sound of more monsters piled on the door. Yugi frowned as the magicians got ready to attack in front of him. “No!! Please!”

“Go, please, we will hold them off! We will try to not kill any of them. Take red-eyes with you two!! Now go!!” The magician girl demanded and Yugi nodded. Red-eyes was quick to follow the other two as they ran out the other exit of the room. Yugi hated this!! He hated everything about this!! He felt like he couldn’t do anything.

“Yugi, stop.” Yami said as he stopped his movements. Yugi quickly turned around and came face to face with Yami. “Yugi i—“

“Please Yami we don’t have time—“ he tried to dismiss Yamis attempt to make amends.

“No please, Yugi listen, I admire your optimism and how blinding it is. I just wanted you to know that I admire you Yugi.” Yugi sighed at Yamis little speech and smiled softly. Yugi made an attempt to move to Yami however, the loud booming from the direction they came from ruined the tender moment. “Okay now we’ve really got to go”

Yugi let Yami drag him along, Yugi’s hand firmly placed in Yamis. Yugi’s heart pounded in his chest as he felt the bond was still blocked off. He frowned at the idea that Yami hadn't opened back up to him yet. He really wants to talk to Yami about the whole ordeal, however, he deems the current situation more important. They made it to a door and Yami carefully opened it and noticed it led down a separate hallway. Then they heard the thump of a large weight hitting the floor. Quickly Yugi turned around and noticed Red Eyes weakly huffing on the ground. He ran to the poor dragon before petting it on the head.

“Yugi we don’t have time! We have to go!” Yami argued with Yugi’s actions and Yugi shook his head.

“Yami! We can’t leave Red-Eyes here defenseless!” Yugi argued back.

“The Red Eyes will be fine!! Yugi if you even get hurt that could compromise the entire mission! You are more important!” Yami tried to grab Yugi’s arm however Yugi pulled back.

“You may be a ruthless Jerk who doesn’t care for others but I’m not!! You can leave, I’ll stay with Red Eyes!” Yugi slightly pushed Yami away and knelt back down to Red Eyes, hugging the dragon's head.

Then the ground started to rumble and shake from below them. Yugi looked at Yami as the ground started to crumble around him. Then it broke.

“YAMI!!” Yugi lurched forward and grabbed onto Yamis hand as the void threatened them. “I’m so sorry!!” Yami looked up at him with a broken look on his face.

“No, you’re right, Ra, you’re always right Yugi. I am the one who doubts you and causes everything to crumble.” Yugi struggled to hold Yami up from the void. “I always mess up by going against your decisions! Or not taking into account how you might feel. I’m sorry Yugi, I really am.”

“Shut up Yami, stop talking about this as if I’m gonna let you go!” Yugi grunted as he tried to pull Yami up from the emptiness.

“I’m sorry Yugi.” Yami apologized once more and Yugi shook his head.

“Shut up Yami!! Stop it! Stop giving up!” He groaned as he dug his feet into the ground and pulled Yami up with all his strength. Yami grabbed onto the bricks with his other hand and pushed himself up out of the void. Once Yami was out of the void and safe, Yugi collapsed onto the ground. Feeling his heartbeat in his ears.

“Thank you aibo” Yugi felt something brush against his forehead and he opened his eyes. Seeing Yami brushing his hair off of his sweaty forehead. And just as quickly as Yami started moving his hair, he stopped before standing up. Then he offered a hand to help Yugi up to which Yugi took the others hand without hesitation.

“Of course, other me,” they stared at each other with a soft smile. Yugi felt his face heat up as blush spread across both of his cheeks.

“I’m sorry Yugi, I truly am.” Yamis hand reached out to take Yugi’s and Yugi could sense the change in tone. What was once a scary situation had turned into a moment of romance or at least to Yugi. It was nice until Yugi started to overthink about it and second guess the signs. Did Yami like him back or was this just a desperate attempt to settle Yamis nerves after he almost just fell into the void of his soul. Yugi shook his head before taking his hand back and awkwardly hiding it underneath his arm. Yami gave a look of confusion before frowning and taking his hand back.

“Let's just keep moving. C’mon Red-Eyes, let's go.” Yugi petted the dragon on the head as it started to get up. Flying up into the sky.

“We have a small issue Yugi, the ground below is broken past this point and we cant jump the gap.” Yami pointed out and Yugi nodded.

“It would be a problem if we didn’t have a dragon who could fly! Do you think you could fly us across the void Red-Eyes?” Yugi had asked the dragon and it huffed out before sitting down on the ground, allowing the humans to mount it. Yugi smiled and nodded as he gently threw his leg over Red-Eyes' back and sat himself comfortably on it. He gave the dragon a gentle pat. “Thank you buddy.” The dragon roared and huffed. Yami hesitantly sat on the dragon's back, right behind Yugi. Yugi blushed as he felt Yamis chest press against his back and as the dragon stood up and started to fly, Yami pressed even more into Yugi. The Red-Eyes roared as it soared across the empty void. Yugi could feel the heat radiating off of Yami and Yugi tried to shake off the, not so appropriate, thoughts from his head.

“Yugi what's wrong?” Yami asked him and he tensed. He awkwardly laughed.

“Nothing! Haha, don’t worry Yami!” he answered and Yami hummed. He could tell Yami didn’t believe him, but Yami didn’t want to push him again. Yugi was very grateful for that aspect of Yami.

Once they made it to the other side of the void and landed on the brick path, Yugi and Yami had gotten off the dragon who happily huffed. Yugi gave the dragon a gentle pat to the head before looking towards his other self.

“Was saving Red-Eyes a good idea now?” He asked his other self and Yami smiled.

“Yes, I suppose it was. Now let’s go.” Yugi nodded at Yamis order and happily followed Yamis every move. It was relatively quiet in the maze as they walked down the hallway. The only thing that could be heard was the footsteps echoing down the halls. Yami and Yugi both continued to walk down the hallway; the silence between them was deafeningly loud. Nervously Yugi fiddled with his fingers as they never spoke. He was upset about the whole seal of orichalcos issue, of course he was, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to talk to Yami. He always wants to talk to Yami and because Yami is in his embarrassed and hiding from the issue phase, it means that Yugi is struggling to talk to him. He had to talk to Yami, he had to break through that wall!

“You know the gang misses you right?” Yugi stated softly and Yami looked towards him with an unreadable expression on his face.

”They miss me?” He asked, his expression unchanging.

”Yes, they do, greatly. I don’t think you realize how important you are to them. Just like me they spent time helping you achieve your goal. Even if we haven’t gotten all your memories back yet.” Yugi smiled at Yami and Yami’s lips curled into a frown.

”Look how I repaid them for their kindness.” Yami didn’t look back at Yugi as he just walked ahead of Yugi, using his long legs to get quickly past Yugi. Yugi frowned, seeing his attempt to help raise Yamis mood backfire. He sighed before jogging to catch up to Yami.

“Yami, no one is mad at you.” He started as he grabbed Yami’s arm. Yami glanced at him before a small painful smile tugged on his lips. “Let's just talk like we used to do, okay?”

He nodded softly as he slowed down so Yugi could keep up with him. They did in fact talk a bit. They discussed some strategies as they walked. Yugi enjoyed it quite a bit. He enjoyed being able to talk to his best friend. The one he harbored feelings of love towards.

They talked and walked directly into a giant opening with a nice fountain in the center. The first thing Yugi noticed was the etchings on the wall. All of them leading towards the fountain which also had etchings and carvings on the bricks. Yugi heard the sound of a large thump and he looked in the direction it came from. That’s when he physically had to restrain himself from audibly squealing. The sight before him was the Red-Eyes dragon laying down in a funny way. Both claws playfully stretched out.

”I think we should take a break for Red-Eyes, he doesn’t look like he’s been doing well.” Yugi knelt down onto his knees and started to pet the dragon on its belly. The dragon made a noise that could only be picked up as excitement, primarily because the dragon jumped up and licked Yugi directly on the face right after making that noise. Yugi giggled as he pet the licking dragon.

“Heh, alright, we’ll take a break.” Yami knelt down as well as he joined Yugi in his petting. The Dragon then turned to Yami and started to lick his face as well, practically jumping onto the human. The dragon reminded Yugi of a happy dog. Yami chuckled whole heartedly and Yugi felt his face heat up. Looking at Yami he noticed that when Yami is happy his eyes close and he looks beautiful. Elegant, even while a dragon is licking his face and the way he chuckles. The sound was like music to Yugi's ears. His voice was so deep however, when he chuckled it raised a few levels. Yugi could get lost while staring at him.

He couldn’t help the way his heart would beat when Yami smiled. He couldn’t help the love that would fill in his veins when he saw that his other half was happy. Maybe that’s why Yugi would call Yami his other half. Maybe it's because without Yami, he feels like a glass that’s only half full. He feels like he misses a major part of himself. Yes, Yami was a bad person, Yugi knew that, but that didn’t stop the love from growing. Because just like Yugi has made Yami a better person, Yami has also made Yugi a better person. Yugi was a shy kid who could barely speak his mind, however, thanks to Yami, Yugi’s confidence has greatly improved. He’s not as afraid to speak his mind and he has even started combating his massive stage fright. That was all thanks to Yami. The ruby eyed male that had made Yugi realize he was not as straight as he thought he was. He chuckled to himself before Yami looked in his direction.

”we should probably get moving again! I think Red-Eyes is energized enough.” Yami pointed out and Yugi saw the tail wagging happy dragon hopping in place. Yugi chuckled once more before standing up and wiping off his knees. A soft smile dancing across his lips as he happily continued walking.

”Red-Eyes really acts like a dog, don’t you agree?” He asked Yami and Yami looked at him puzzled.

”Dog?” He questioned and Yugi froze. “What is a dog?”

”You don’t know what a dog is? It’s like an animal on all fours that plays just like Red-Eyes did!” Yugi explained to the best of his ability.

”Oh! Then I guess, Yes Yugi, Red-Eyes is like a ‘Dog’.” Yami answered his original question before pausing. “Yugi look! An exit!” Yugi quickly turned his attention towards the metal door that was in front of him. The fact that the door was completely different from all the others freaked Yugi out.

“Yami lets not rush into—“ Yami was already over by the door before Yugi could even spit out his warning. “Oh whatever, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Yugi happily skipped towards Yami. Now he was eating his words because as soon as he stepped next to Yami a pit opened below them dropping them into a relatively small cube and to make matters worse, the once open roof turns to stone as it seals them inside. What’s the worst that could happen Yugi? Oh who knows, MAYBE GETTING TRAPPED INTO A SMALL SPACE WITH YOUR CRUSH. He groaned as he felt Yami squirm backwards, accidentally rubbing against Yugis inner thigh during the movement. Yugi whimpered before quickly covering his mouth as his face grew ten times hotter.

”Are you okay Yugi?” Yami asked him and Yugi sighed.

”I—I’m fine Yami, Just—Just afraid of confined spaces. That’s all” Yugi was begging to Ra that Yami believed him. He didn’t want to face the embarrassment of getting aroused due to the forced proximity between them. The box they were in was longer than it was tall. Both of them could somewhat comfortably sit however, Yugi assumed that the box wasn’t tall enough for either of them to properly stand up. At most, maybe standing on the knees (If your back was hunched and in an awkward position.

Yami only responded with a subtle hum of acknowledgment before putting on a stoic face. Yami huffed out a breath as he tried to move himself up, Yamis leg gently rubbed against Yugi’s inner thigh once more. Another yelp forced its way out of Yugi’s mouth and he quickly covered his mouth again. Yami froze as he looked down at Yugi. His ruby eyes staring into Yugi's amethyst ones.

”Yugi? Are you sure you’re okay?” Yami asked him once again and Yugi nodded as he tried to widen the spread of his legs, in an attempt to get away from Yami’s assaulting leg. Though the wall blocked his efforts mostly. Yami frowned as he was able to get his knees planted on the ground, his knee passing Yugi's inner thigh once more as he hunched forward. Yugi felt his once soft cock twitch and tense in his underwear. Making his pants tighten uncomfortably.

”Yami, Stop moving please!” He pleaded with his other half who just stared at him in confusion.

”What’s wrong Yugi?” He asked and Yami felt his face heat up in embarrassment.

”You—“ He started to explain, however his mouth ran dry. He embarrassingly covered his crotch and squinted his eyes shut. He heard Yami whisper a silent “Oh”.

Yugi blushed as he curled in on himself in embarrassment. Yami didn't try to move at all anymore. The forced proximity to Yami makes Yugi's heart race at high speeds. He could feel Yamis breath hit the tip of his red nose and now with Yami looming over him it was even harder to calm the furious beating in his heart. He just wanted Yami to do something to ease his arousal but the part of his brain that wasn’t fully clouded in arousal told him to just hide.

Yami looked at the wall above Yugi’s head and Yugi tried to sneakily adjust himself in his regrettably skin tight pants. The slight pressure he had to apply to the area so he could successfully move the pants caused him to sigh in relief. A bit of that pressure in his groin had released, however, not but a few seconds after the pressure came back ten fold. He groaned uncomfortably as he tried to think about anything that would turn him off. However, mind drew a blank as Yami slightly shifted, trying to get himself into a more comfortable position. Yamis knee brushed even closer to Yugi’s crotch this time which caused Yugi to let out a whine and a moan.

“I’m sorry Yugi, I didn’t, I thought I could—“ Yami was quick to apologize to the flustered male who just groaned. Yugi couldn’t take this, he knew that the staring from earlier today would haunt him. His legs shook from how tense his legs were.

“Aghh, get me out of here Yami, please I can’t be trapped like this!” Yugi didn’t mean for his plea to come out as strained and sexually motivated as it did. Sadly it was too late to change how he spoke. Yami didn’t move as he looked like he was contemplating something.

“I, I can’t move, how am I going to get us out of here?” Yami asked as he stared and Yugi and Yugi groaned.

“God, Yami I don’t care, I just can’t be in this box anymore! Not while I’m feeling um, like this.” Yugi huffed and pushed his back against the wall, trying to provide more space for Yami to move. Yami didn’t move.

“Yugi, are you sure? I could accidentally… um—“ Yamis expression had barely changed. The only difference was a subtle lift of his eyebrows and widening of his eyes.

“Yes, please just, do something.” Again, Yugi didn’t mean to plead in such a sexually motivated way, but he couldn’t help it. It was only mirroring how hot and bothered he was feeling.

Yami nodded silently as he pushed up into the ceiling, trying to push it out of place like you would a manhole cover. The way Yami tensed his leg to push into the ground made Yugi shudder. The muscle of Yamis leg is highlighted by the skin tight jeans. Yugi whined softly as the inappropriate thought of riding Yamis leg shocked his system. His spine tingled as he imagined the gruff voice of Yami demanding him to do things.

He needed Yami so bad right now and he knew he couldn’t ask. He knew he shouldn’t beg the spirit to touch him like the way he imagined. It took all his self control to not just straight up ask Yami. “This is so embarrassing.”

Yami looked at him once more, a small sympathetic smile on his face. “It’s alright Yugi, these things happen in the most inconvenient times. I would never judge you for that.” Yugi softly smiled at Yamis response, still feeling embarrassed but just a little less.

The subtle gruff in Yamis voice set a fire inside of Yugi's veins and with each hesitant movement of Yamis body, Yugi’s resolve slowly ebbed away. Being forced to breathe the same hot air as Yami was like torture to the lust riddled brain. He wanted to feel Yami’s hand touching him and caressing his body. He wanted Yamis Ruby red eyes to dig into his soul and reveal every hidden secret desire.

Oh, screw it.

Yugi grabbed onto Yamis arm which halted Yamis movement. He looked up at Yami with pleading eyes and Yami just stared back at him.

“Please, Yami.” That's all that Yugi could get out as the rest of his words got caught in his throat. Yami didn’t react at first which scared Yugi and it made him think like he just messed up everything. However, not but a few seconds later, Yamis lips met Yugis with urgency and need. That surprised Yugi but he willingly kissed his other half back. That kiss was fueling the fire in his veins as he wrapped his arms around Yamis neck. Yami pushed him against the wall as his arms wrapped around Yugi's waist.

“Yami,” Yugi moaned out his other half’s name as Yami slowly started to kiss down Yugis chin and down to his neck. Licking and biting at Yugis neck as he left a trail of marks down.

“I was waiting for you to ask.” Yami groaned as he bit Yugis lip. Yugi could see the need in Yami’s own eyes.

“Wh–What?” Yami stared into Yugi’s eyes. His ruby red iris’s staring into Yugi's Amethyst purple ones.

“I am not naive or blind Yugi. I’ve seen the way you look at me.” Yami stated and Yugi felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Yami had known that Yugi was staring at him.

“I’m sorry I—“ Yugi started to apologize before Yami stopped him.

“Don’t be embarrassed Aibo, those looks just made me want to ravish you more.” Yugi whined at the choice of words Yami had decided to use. Ra, he was so desperate for the man that he felt pitiful.

“Yami, please!!” He begged his other half and his other half quickly got to work kissing down his neck. He heard the sound of his own belt unclasping as it slowly fell to the side of his body. He gasped when Yami placed a firm palm against his hard on. A shiver of pleasure ran up his spine. The touch relieved enough pressure in his groin for him to relax a little. Then the sound of a zipper fell upon his ears and next thing he knew, Yami had Yugi's cock out. What was once a soft flaccid penis had been turned into one hell of a raging boner. He felt a little embarrassed being exposed to Yami but the smirk on Yamis face washes that embarrassment away.

“You’re so beautiful Yugi,” those words of flattery that came out of Yamis mouth made Yugi's heart warm inside his chest.

“Thank you, you’re pretty beautiful yourself.” The way Yami looked up at him made him groan. Yamis back had arched inwards as he placed his head right beside yugis hard on. He watched as Yami looked back at his cock before licking a stripe up the base of it. Yugi moaned and twitched as a shock pleasure ran up his spine.

One of Yamis hands grabbed the base of his cock before stroking it. Yugi moaned loudly as he gripped onto Yamis shoulder. Yamis lips came down and kissed the tip of his cock before Yamis lips encased the head of his cock with his mouth. Yamis mouth felt warm and wet, Yugi could barely keep his mind grounded with such a simple pleasure.

Lazily Yamis hand stroked him up and down earning a moan each time. Yami hollowed out his mouth as he started to bob his head up and down on Yugi's hard on. Whatever he couldn’t fit into mouth he stroked with his hand.

Yugis mind was begging for more as his legs twitched and his hips bucked into the mouth of his other self. He groaned at every lick and stroke. The way Yamis mouth felt around him made him feel so good. He couldn’t help the guttural moan he let out as he looked down and saw that Yamis eyes were staring up at him. He keeps his eyes locked with his other self, both of them watching eachother. Yugi grabbed his other self’s hair and tugged on it, trying to tell him to stop.

“What’s wrong?” Yami had asked him as he had sat up. He looked concerned and worried, like he had done something wrong.

“What about you? I don’t want to be the only one to get off if you’re hard to?” Yugi answered and he saw a subtle smirk fall upon Yamis features. With quick hands Yami hastily undid his belt and unzipped his zipper. It didn’t take long for Yami to get his cock out of his pants, his cock hadn’t fully hardened yet as it was only at half mast. So yugi diligently grabbed Yamis cock and started to stroke it. Up and down, lazily.

“Hmm” Yami hummed his hips bucked into Yugis hand. Yami looked like he was enjoying the attention and it only made Yugis harder. It didn’t take long for Yamis half mast to stand tall. When hard, Yamis cock got a little thicker and taller than Yugi's cock. They were relatively the same size though, which didn’t surprise Yugi because they in fact shared a body. “Yugi, aibo, can I take over?”

Yami asked him so nicely and his heart had melted in his chest. “Yeah of course you can.” He agreed as he let his hand fall away from Yamis cock. Yami quickly closed the gap between them and kissed him like Yamis life depended on it. He felt Yamis grasp his cock however, he also felt Yamis cock push against his which sent a loud groan to fall out of his mouth mid kiss.

“Yami” he moaned softly and Yami groaned as he wrapped his hand around both of their cocks. Stroking both of them as he thrusted his cock into his hand. Bucking his hips up and against Yugi. Just the idea of Yami doing this to him already had made him get close to his end and with the stroking plus all the sensation he was feeling it didn’t take long for him to crumble.

“You gonna cum, Aibo?” Yami grunted out as his pace quickened. “Cum for me Aibo, cum for me.” At the orders of his other self, he had given into the bliss he felt as he was pushed over the edge. He gripped hard onto Yamis shoulders as he felt the pressure that was inside his groin finally combust and snap. He felt like he was floating as euphoria filled his veins. He came back to reality when he started to feel the searing pain of overstimulation kick in. Yami had still been stroking both of them off and Yugi had become aware of the sticky fluid that coated both of their cocks.

“Yami,” he whined as he arched his back into Yamis chest.Yami stroked them a few more times before grunting as he leaned in and kissed Yugi while squirting that white translucent substance. The sound of muffled breaths filled the small enclosed space. When they finally pulled away from the kiss, Yugi started to feel a small inkling of regret flood his gut. He awkwardly shifted into a slightly more comfortable position.

“What’s wrong Aibo?” Of course Yami had noticed his slightly off put behavior.

“Nothing Yami! Don’t worry.” He answered and Yami gave him a look that told Yugi that Yami didn’t believe a word he had said.

“Is this not what you wanted?” Yami asked and Yugi shook his head dramatically.

“No, Yami, this is exactly what I wanted!!” Yugi was quick to answer, trying to wipe away Yamis worries.

“Then what’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?” Yami asked with worry in his voice.

“No, Yami, nothings wrong.” Yugi answered with a smile and Yami huffed in annoyance.

“Stop lying to me Aibo and tell me what’s wrong.” Yami gave him a soul piercing glare that made Yugis mind stutter.

“What are we now?” He simply asked to which Yami froze. He was ready for Yami to reject him, to say that he simply did this so Yugi would get ahold of himself. He was waiting for that hurtful rejection, however it never came. Instead it was replaced with the soft words that Yami spoke.

“What do you want us to be?” Yami asked him and he stared back into Yamis eyes. His own eyes were wide with shock and surprise. “Do you just want me to help you relax or would you like more of an intimate type of relationship?”

“Umm, well, uhhhh” Yugis brain pretty much blue screened as he tried to think of an answer. “I really want you.”

“Is that so?” Yugi saw the smirk that tugged on Yamis lips. It was a playful and sweet smirk.

“Yes, I just want to be with you, in any way you’ll have me. Yami… you’ve made mistakes and I am still a little upset about it, but I still want you to talk to me and be with me! You mean everything to me, you complete me and you make me feel whole… Yami… I love you.” Yugi hadn’t realized he had started to ramble until his confession of love came out. He felt the way Yami tensed as Yami looked up at him.

“Yugi…” Yami almost whispered out Yugis name and Yugi jumped in his skin. ‘Oh no oh no oh no’, he hadn’t meant to announce his love yet! He didn’t mean to tell Yami, he never wanted to.

“I’m sorry you can forget about that! I don’t know what I’m—“ he was cut off when a heated kiss was planted on his lips. Hasty but full of passion.

“I love you too, Aibo” Yami confessed once they broke apart from the kiss. “That’s why I blocked myself from the link and I hid in my room. I felt like I had failed you and I didn’t wanna make that mistake again. I’m sorry Yugi.” When Yami finished his words Yugi quickly stole a kiss from the other as well.

“Hmm, I wish we could stay cuddled forever, but I think we really need to find a way out of this box. I am starting to get claustrophobic.” Yami gave Yugi such a love filled look that it made Yugis heart beat faster. Oh how he loved his Yami.

Just as Yami was going to move and try to figure something out, a loud rumbling ran through the ground as the top from above them broke into pieces. They both saw the two magicians waiting for them. Dark Magician Girl looked at them wide eyes before giggling and looking away while the Dark Magician just stared off to the side. It was just then that both of them had been revealed to be Pantless and covered in cum. Oh how embarrassing…

Once they were cleaned up and normal again, Yugi apologized to them for what they had witnessed to which both the magicians dismissed it.

“How long were you two trapped down there?” The magician girl asked them and Yugi tried to figure out the length of time in his head.

“Roughly 30 minutes? Give or take.” Yugi responded and the magician girl nodded.

“Well, sorry we couldn’t arrive sooner! We couldn’t get away from the rogue monsters. Speaking of which, did you guys figure out what was wrong with the harmony?” She asked and yugi hummed

“No, why?” Yami had questioned the magician girl in return.

“Well, the rogue monsters came back into harmony! They stopped attacking on their own free will! I thought you guys might’ve fixed the harmony so that’s why we rushed to get you!” The magician girl explained and Yami let out a hum.

“If the monsters are fine for now then we should probably get Yugi back to his body. The others must be worried.” Yami stated simply and Yugi nodded.

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Back in his room, at last. He was no longer trapped inside a crammed box with his best friend, now lover. Yami had unblocked their bond and Yugi could feel Yamis emotions once more which made Yugi feel less alone. He felt the feelings of Remorse and sorrow, but he also felt the strong emotion of Love. Something Yugi felt the same for Yami.

When he got back to his body, he noticed he had quite the few spammed messages from his friends wondering if he was all right. To which he responded hours later that he was fine and had just taken a nap. He was laying down on his bed, his eyes closed as he thought about everything that had happened today. Trying to process all the thoughts that were swarming his head.

That's when he felt the ghostly presence of his companion and Lover. He looked over to his left and saw Yami laying down on his side, right next to Yugi.

“Hello Yami!” Yugi greeted as he turned his body onto his side. He smiled as he saw Yamis soft smile.

“Hello Aibo,” Yami greeted back and Yugi smiled once more.

“Did Dark Magician Girl tell you how the harmony was fixed?” Yugi asked his other self and his other self hummed.

“We speculated but there was nothing definitive.” Yami answered and Yugi nodded. Yugi wished that Yami was a physical being so he could hold Yami in his arms. His emotions were met with the loving and caring emotions from Yamis side of the bond.

“What’s the main theory?” Yugi asked Yami and Yami smirked.

“We were imbalanced. Because of my greed I had thrown us out of balance which sent the monsters into a rogue state. But, when we finally talked about it, the harmony was restored.” Yami explained and Yugi just nodded along.

“That kind of makes sense!” Yami huffed out a laugh at Yugis response.

“Whatever caused the imbalance, I’m glad it’s over.” Yami kisses Yugi on the forehead, a smile on his lips.

“I love you, other me.” Yugi whispered to the other as the moonlight filtered through his bedroom door.

“I love you too, Aibo” Yami had wrapped his ghostly arms around Yugi as they snuggled into each other. They were deeply happy with eachother and maybe, just maybe, they could live happily ever after.

—

There was a huff of laughter that awoke Yugi from his slumber. Yugi found himself laying on his soul room bed. With hesitation he got off of his comfortable mattress and slowly started to walk to his door. He peeked his head outside the door and saw nobody. At least, at first he saw nobody. However, he noticed the movement of someone walking down a hall that was previously not there.

He really shouldn’t explore, not without Yami. Especially when someone could have infiltrated their soul. But, he couldn’t just sit and do nothing. So, he followed the figure down into the hallway. He noticed that the spirit had disappeared in front of him.

And then…

He was out.

[justmultifandom]

Kidge Summer event 2023

Day 13: Morning

When Pidge woke up, she felt the sensation of wet lips on hers and soft, warm hands moving up and down and touching her bare back. She opened her eyes, seeing Keith moving away from her slowly as if, by kissing her, he had undone a sleeping spell like in the fairy tales she used to read and admire as a child. "You know, I can't stop kissing you…": he smiles, approaching her once again and leaning his head on her collarbone, smelling her good perfume. “Didn't you have a meeting with the Blades today?” She yawned, seeing the light filter through the shabby white curtains of Keith's desert cabin, seeing that there was indeed a lot of light. To judge it must have been more or less half past nine. “The Blades can wait, you're more important…”: he chuckled, circling a hickey he'd left the night before slightly under her neck with his finger. Pidge blushed furiously, rolling her eyes and letting him continue. She had always found his touch comforting and beautiful; each time it left a slight rush of adrenaline that rippled through her body. It calmed her down and made her feel safe, always. But, unfortunately for her, Keith had decided to play the same cruel game as her. “Didn't you have a meeting at the Garrison today?” His malicious smile widened as she let out a snort. “You wouldn't let me go anyway…”: she smiled, putting a hand through his thick black hair and slowly massaging it. "Why not? You've been nagging me for three days about how important this meeting is…": he exhales, still holding her tight and close to his body. "You're right, but I'm not the one nailing someone to the bed": she smiled, playing on irony and continuing to stroke Keith's beautiful thick hair. “I never liked that new lab technician working with you…”: he growled, moving a little further above her, resting his head slightly higher than her chest and making sure not to crush her, while the rusty springs of the old bed squeaked from moving. Pidge rolled her eyes. Sure, she obviously expected Keith to get jealous with the start of a relationship, but now she was slightly concerned that she might start filtering messages for him. “Do you have any idea how I caught him looking at you from behind yesterday?” he growled again, wrapping his strong, muscular arms around her waist. “That's why you were so possessive…”: she smiled, remembering all the events of the night before her, moving her back a bit to prepare breakfast or at least have the decency to get up and dress. "No, stay here…" Keith ordered, with a sleepy moan from her, always keeping her close to him, as if he never wanted to let her go. Of course, he would have gotten a good scolding from Kolivan and his mother for not having attended that meeting of the Blades, unleashing the useless freaks of Ezor and Zethrid that would have driven him insane for all the missions until the end of time, but for one good reason. And it was worth it. "At least let me prepare a breakfast that isn't expired dry biscuits!": she grumbled, even if, despite everything, being close to him was comforting and extremely relaxing. "Come on, five more minutes…": he protested, filling her neck with languid kisses and placing his hands on her hips: "Do you have any idea how much I missed you after this last mission? I just want to take advantage of every moment…” “Ugh… you're still mad about Robin, aren't you?” She rolled her eyes, continuing to massage his hair. God, she would die for that hair of his: "You don't have to worry, I've told him many times that I'm already busy…" "I know, but I don't think he understood very much…": he continued, without letting go of her beautiful neck and leaving a hickey that could be seen quite easily: "You are mine and only mine, how can we make others understand?" “You know, I'm quite concerned about this. I'm afraid I won't be able to go around without you anymore…”: she giggled, pulling him in for a quick sweet kiss. “None of that…”: Keith looked into her eyes, kissing her again.

[pastiltots-aatlh]

That One Afternoon

101723 | 0111am

That one cinematic afternoon in ghibli movies? I had experienced it once, and I always cherished it with me afterwards.

It was 5 in the afternoon. The sky was already throwing the shades of orange and yellow on the surface of its natural, blue canvas. Clouds played with these hues, and the atmosphere seemed like it was taken out from one of Edvard Munch's painting. This is what I like about sunsets. I am often left bewitched by the mixtures of the colors in the sky. It is the most romantic hour of the day, with shadows casted on the ground because of the impending goodbye of the sun.

It was 5 in the afternoon. No. I think that was almost 6 in the evening. It was January and all matters seem paradoxical. For some reason, the mixture of the remaining warmth from the setting sun and the cold breeze left by December comforted my being. That one afternoon was filled with chaos and frustrations because of unforeseen events that happened to us. But all turned out fine and all felt good as soon as I was left with you as we walked on our way back to our home. I was in awe by how things transitioned smoothly.

The walk would only take us 10 minutes at most. But with all of the emotions I had inside me, it felt twice longer. You had the audacity to play with my nervous system as we crossed the road that day and I still had the energy to nag at you. I heard you laughing, and it was my afternoon melody that I should have recorded as a memento. I remembered how my shadow overlapped with yours as the sun hit the left side of our bodies. Everything felt so right that I wanted to stay in that moment. But I can't stop our feet from taking another step.

I kept my mouth shut. I hated it. I should've talked to you more than the number of times you tried to initiate a conversation with me. I should've taken the chance to ask you about the things that would make me know you better than just being good at the things I am bad at (numbers and gaming). But then, the erratic thumping of my heart prevented me from doing so. Yet, I'm glad I had my mouth shut because I could have asked you the stupidest things that would make things awkward for the rest of that walk.

I haven't told you yet— I'm glad that you eased the silence between us and defeated the loud roars inside of my head by telling me a lot of things; from that carinderia that you wanted to try with me because of your curiousity, to how I could make a living out my allowances, and even how you envisioned your future with the woman that you will love. I recall all of this even with the rusty fragments that was left to my memory. I recall all of these when I am passing by on that same street. I can recall all of these because it was dear to me. You were dear to me.

I always wondered if you still remembered this after a week, a month, and a year went by. Our minds are unreliable sources because it tend to forget and bury and alter, even those moments that we cherished the most. I still ask to myself, with the hopes that some sort of telepathic activity will wire our brains, "Had you already try to eat here? Without me?". I tried saving up with my allowances just as you told me, and look where it got me? I now have the ability to sustain my wants.

Unfortunately, I couldn't make a conclusion about your ultimate dream. I would never get the chance to know it anymore because there's only a thin thread that keeps us intact. I always wanted to be your muse, but my rhythms failed to reach you. I was tempted to hold your hands as we walk side-by-side but I feared that you'll feel how I tremble with your presence. You are my turbulent storm, yet, I always found a comfort with you.

That one afternoon ended with us going on separate ways. As much as I craved for your presence, I understand that we have to let go—that I had to burst the bubble that I created in my head. That one afternoon, I realized how much I adore you, just as how the beauty of sunsets envelops my sanity. I could have held on to you longer or I could have impulsively asked you out just to eat on that carinderia. But I guess, that was the ending that the world demanded, just so I wouldn't get burned by you, just like how the sun can burn us whole if we're near to it.

[lady-manfredi]

Imagine saving Barney Ross while on a mission

------

Arriving at the small town somewhere in Mexico you and the guys began to setup camp in an old building. It was barely a story high with a flat roof and had exposed sides like the second floor construction was halted half way. You didn't like the felling of this place much, the warm and humid air getting to you despite the sun setting down behind the cityscape.

Running out of daylight, it was imperative to know what's around you, just in case. Barney had scoped out the area earlier, but still a nagging feeling in the back of your mind urged you to explore and see for yourself. Also, one never knows what potentially useful things can be found in neighboring abandoned houses in case shit hits the fan.

As the guys set out to move the luggage from the trucks into the house, you and Barney remained outside. You signaled him you'd be around and found yourself going from room to room in the first two houses directly opposite the one you were settled in.

Rummaging around the abandoned place, you found some interesting items. An old revolver with just one round left in it, some old almost rusty wrenches and other tools, but nothing else useful. Until, in the far end of the house, in a tiny room full old stale air you stumbled upon a 9mm handgun.

You were about to check it for ammo and possible jamming when two trucks approached down the road and stopped right outside the first house, next to your base. This piqued your interest, as this area was supposed to be relatively empty. You made your way to the roof to get a better angle and maybe catch some faces, but by the time you got there the sun had already set and it was properly dark, save for the small amount of light being projected by the moon.

You crouched next to one of the exposed walls, right shoulder leaning against it while your left side remained exposed uncomfortably. You didn't like it one bit. If you were to end up being seen by the wrong people you'd be toast.

Just as you were thinking about this, cussing under your breath that this roof was designed in such a way, you caught the sight of the men from the trucks hopping down, inspecting the truck you came with, parked right outside in the street. A quick glance over to the house where Barney stood, you noticed him not far off, about to close the gates to your joint house, his back turned to the street.

In a split second, the moon shone down in just the right angle to reveal the familiar metal sheen of a gun, something akin to an Uzi or a Tec-9. The two men kept approaching Barney, slowly, like wild cats prowling their prey, unnoticeable and silent.

When they got really close, a sense of dread washed over every nerve in your body and panic started to set in. You didn't have time to think much, just acted. You put down the wrenches you found earlier and got closer to the edge of the roof, gripping the old revolver and aiming at the guy closest to you down in the street, the guy who dared to raise his gun and point it at Barney.

You trailed him with the metal scope of the revolver, praying to God that if it comes down to you firing this gun, it actually does so without blowing your hand apart, or worse, jam and not be of any help. The fact you had another gun in your left hand, and probably much better one, didn't cross your mind. You were too focused on reacting and saving a friend.

When the man appeared like he was about to fire at Barney, you said fuck it mentally and pulled the trigger as hard as you could, bracing for the blow of the heavy recoil.

Firing off that shot, hitting the man straight in the back made him fall to the ground and had set off utter chaos.

Heavy gunfire erupted all around. The rest of the assailants now firing at Barney as he hunkered down behind our truck, glued to the grill of it as the bad guys tried to advance from its back. In a flash, the rest of the crew was out of the house, strategically positioned and absolutely blasting back at them, covering Barney enough so he can get his revolver out and be ready.

A couple goons managed to make their way from the back to the side of the truck, one even finding a way around the house you were in, coming to the right side of the wall you were hiding next to.

Hearing some rustling from the leftover trash in the yard below, you made sure the 9mm handgun you'd been holding onto was action ready. Luckily, the magazine looked intact, with at least 4 bullets left in it and the main shooting mechanism not being jammed. You counted your blessings there; this had to be a miracle.

Cocking the gun as quietly as possible, you got up to a half squat, making sure the others haven't made you already, heart heavily pounding in your ears, and took aim at the man, shooting him straight in the head. No mercy, you justified it to yourself, my boys were under attack. It had to be done.

You saw Barney hit the next guy, directly below and in the heat of it all you emptied the remaining three bullets in the direction of the man sneaking down the side of the truck where it was impossible for Barney to see him or peek out properly. In a second, he was down too.

When the firing died down, Gunnar and Christmas started to clear out the area and when they announced the all clear, you gave out the biggest exhale of your life, unaware you were holding your breath.

As you did so, you looked down and locked eyes with Barney to whom you looked like just a shadow, backlit by the moon until you gave out a small nod and a salute. At that, he nodded back and relaxed visibly.

Charged by the adrenaline, you climbed down from the roof and were out of the house in no time, joining the gang at the gate and making sure everyone was alright.

Barney didn't say a word even when the others lamented "nice shooting Y/N". You found it strange, but it also made sense for a veteran macho like him. You let it go and just focused on the fact everyone came out of this alive.

Later, when others were asleep, Barney approached you over the dim light of the tiny lamp that had been lit in the corner, surprising you how a big man like that can move so softly, like a cat.

"You saved my ass out there, kid" (as he likes to call anyone remotely younger than himself) and gave a meaningful look, holding eye contact for a bit longer than usual.

"No problem, don't mention it" was all you could get out, underselling the actual whirlwind of emotion inside, as you dealt with the fact you had just ended a couple men's lives for the first time in over 5 years. It didn't get easier, that's for sure.

Aside from that, since day one, you had intense feelings for the man himself, being the pure embodiment of the macho type you grew up simping over, watching action movies as a teen. It didn't make matters better.

In response, you gave a small smile, which soon faded into shock and disbelief as Barney offered you a permanent spot on the team; a quite different one from what you did now.

"You have a knack for scouting and you took the high ground position on instinct, protected us. We could really use someone like you out there, having our backs."

You couldn't help but stare back motionless.

"Know how to handle a sniper rifle?"

After a second you realized he asked a question. You cleared your throat and swallowed thickly.

"No." you finally manged to get out without sounding pathetic.

"Alright, I'll have one of the guys show you the basics. Think it over." He added.

You were left speechless as he turned around and disappeared to his spot in the darker corner of the room.

[annaraebananawriter]

I like to think that the few Nightmare's members that didn't get captured and got their memories wiped out is now with Dream, desperately searching for a way to get Nightmare and the other members back and of course, with their former memories. I have a question though! Would it be possible for their memories to come back? Like, maybe the scientist still have a heart but they can't go against the government's order so instead wiping out the villains' memories, they just 'sealed' them deep inside their head. It's not entirely possible for the villains' to gain their memories back but it's a very hard thing to do. Only when someone could trigger their most precious memories that the possibility of regaining their memories would open! Their memories would slowly come back, for the start, they might experienced some deja vu when they do something even though they did it with another people! For example, when Nightmare and his amnesiac gang members went to ice cream parlor, they felt that...some people are missing in their small trip. And for Nightmare, when someone stole a bite from his ice cream, he also felt another sense of deja vu.

He remembers...someone small. A little shorter than him, running from him with a childish laugh.

"Catch me if you can brother!"

"----- you little- COME BACK HERE!"

And Nightmare stared at the empty space outside the ice cream parlor, on the side of the road, 'seeing' a kid captured the other kid in a hug after the chase, laughing happily together.

Oh, definitely. They share a common goal, after all: saving Nightmare. They care for him and just want their family back. Dream will take all the help he can get; he also just likes hearing about his brother and the friends he made without him. They formed an alliance out of desperation, eventually becoming a genuine friendship.

As for the memories...I will say that they aren't totally gone. They do exist on some level, both in the person's mind and stored on some kind of drive in the system. And yeah, many people who operate the memory-wiping business do feel pity for the villains. They want to give them a chance, so they copy the memories while the original versions just get locked away.

Something could definitely trigger the memories coming back, either all at once or slowly. It depends on the situation.

Like with your example. Nightmare may not remember any specific memories, but something in the back of his mind will nag at him. It'll make it easier to recall doing things with someone else the next time he gets that deja vu feeling. The feeling becomes sharper and clearer each time--creating small cracks in the wall that holds his old memories back.

I...feel like I'm not explaining this properly. These words feel awkward. Could just be me being rusty, as this is pretty much the first time all month I've sat down and written. But I hope I got the gist of it down! I agree with you completely for the example (which I may just steal for a scene in the fic if you don't mind).

Thanks for the ask!

[yoshkeii]

"𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎."

࿐ character(s): Daishou Suguru, Atsumu Miya, Sakusa Kiyoomi

࿐ genre: angst (to fluff)

࿐ type: headcanons (hcs)

࿐ requested: yes, as a continuation of  "𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.”

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ mentions ; cheating (atsumu’s), angst to fluff (sakusa)

⌦ they all have different scenarios, so its best to check out the first post for a little more context.

A/N: never expected to make a part two, but i guess the feedback said otherwise. its been awhile since ive written anything, so i may be rusty, disregard mistakes too please-

𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 ; this is queued. i am still on my hiatus.

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞:

→ ever since the argument, you had left. taking majority of what was yours and what you could in the quickest of matters. you and Daishou barely talked or interact within those days. often dead silence within the shared home... or rather what was shared.

→ it was quite suffocating as well, leaving each other after a long relationship you both committed to. but you had a gut feeling it would end unfortunately.

→ Daishou had seen you leave for the last time past the front door. only exchanging a blunt “bye.” before disappearing behind the solid door. he really hoped this was all lies and games, but it wasn’t. he knew this was real, he knew this will be his reality. without you. the fading steps signaled that you were not gonna look back.

→ since then, he hasn’t heard of you since. he hasn’t seen your name around social media and only the bittersweet memories of when his friends would bring you up came into mind.

→ but it was like, you erased him from your world. and yet Daishou still held tight of the cut thread that lead to you. the other end laying flat onto the floor as the other end you had, disappeared as a whole. a huge gap between you both.

→ him being in denial, he kept mainly to himself. 

→ the old shared space felt empty. drastically different every time he would come home. he would hear your welcoming voice that made his whole body so warm and fuzzy, but now, the silence was painful and cold as he stepped inside his so called ‘home’. he didn’t know why...

→ but he really wanted you back. he wanted to see your face no matter when he came home. he missed your whole presence. he yearned for something that he could’ve kept if he would just shut up.

→ Daishou didn’t expect to see you here. at the same party he would be invited to, he watched you from the second floor that had the view of the merged rooms of the living room and kitchen. seeing you laugh and smile with two other friends who you stumbled upon, the sight made his heart sting.

→ a sharp stab straight through his chest, only thinking if he could be the reason for that smile. that laughter. oh he envied it.

→ he tried to avert his thoughts away before he heard some whistles and calling of names, to see your figure slip away with someone else from the crowd.

→ watching you both from his higher position, he noticed your hands intertwined with the other. his own hand slightly clenching the daring drink he held, the other grasping the rail tighter the longer he watched.

→ Daishou’s eyes soon looked up at your face. the expression you had made him feel conflicted.

→ the wide pure smile you had accompanied with the deep flush, made him feel that oh so familiar feeling. but knowing he wasn’t the cause of it pained him.

→ although, seeing you with someone deserving made him feel at ease. but the stabbing dagger in his heart laid there still, only reminding him that he could’ve been that better person.

𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞:

→ after the confrontation, you and Atsumu had split ways of course. it was difficult to move on and realize the situation at hand, to the both of you.

→ seeing where your stuff would be gone in the shared space made it surprisingly empty and less... alive. the whole place felt dead and empty, like a home left abruptly without an obvious reason of why.

→ but Atsumu knew why, and it began to nag at him. it made him feel so guilty to do that to you. to him, you were so pure, kind, and oh so nice. he could go on about your looks too, he really could. but every thought of you made his mind so hazy and clouded with distraught. 

→ why did he cheat? you were loyal to him- if only he could be too.

→ its been a couple years since then, it was tough for Atsumu. he had cut ties for who he was cheating with, regretting what he did and in hopes to regain you back before- didn’t obviously work. so now he stayed alone in the home that practically mocked him of his decision. 

→ he was quite surprised Atsumu wasn’t blocked by you throughout social media etc. but he didn’t dare to strike a conversation and laid idle as he saw you occasionally appear on his feed. 

→ seeing you mention being in relationship but only giving vague hints and images, truly never revealing who to your followers. 

→ sighing as he slipped his phone into his pocket, he didn’t want to think about it all, so he decided to pay a visit to Osamu at his restaurant. to his twin’s dismay.

→ arriving there fairly quickly he waved at his brother who was behind the counter cleaning up for the night, seeing his twin wave back slightly before continuing on whatever he was doing.

→ Atsumu couldn’t help but noticed the metallic object that wrapped around Osamu’s ring finger. 

→ “..’Samu? What’s on yer’ hand?”

→ “Oh- ya noticed already. I got engaged not so long ago, or recently.”

→ curiosity jabbing at the blonde made him eagerly question again.

→ “I- What?? By who!? ‘Samu ya didn’t even tell me you were in a relationship!” Atsumu could only just whine, knowing his brother didn’t share with him about his personal life after highschool. 

→ “Shut up ‘Tsumu.. Don’t be so loud in my restaurant or I’ll kick yer ass out of here!”

→ “..but do you still wanna know?”

→ Osamu seeing his twin nod with anticipation made him sigh, knowing this wouldn’t end too well. “Well.. me and [Name] are getting married. Just got engaged with him two days ago.”

→ “..[Name]..?” Atsumu could only repeat the familiar name, his voice faint but still audible to his brother’s ears.

→ he couldn’t believe it. his brother... and.. 

→ “W-well-! That’s.. nice for both of ya, haha..” the blonde tried to played off, hoping that the wavering of his voice didn’t catch his attention but, Osamu already knew, simply playing along as the conversation continued and slowly shifted off to something else.

→ Atsumu had left the place rather quickly than he originally intended to stay- but he didn’t expect it. he didn’t expect you being engaged with his twin, eventually knowing you’ll see each other soon.

→ he didn’t know how to feel about this. he was happy for both of you- but- he wasn’t over you. although it has been more than two years, he wasn’t. he missed you, he yearned to see you again. he wanted to hear your laughter and giggles, your voice overall. he wanted to see you smile, he wanted to see your handsome face. 

→  he wanted... you back. but he knows he can’t have you. not anymore.

𝚂𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊:

→ when you left passed the front door, you hadn’t come back after a few minutes. and it was.. raining. pretty badly.

→ having worry built up in his stomach that soon turned into a mixture of anxiety made him feel uneasy, overthinking the situation and words he said to you earlier made him choke on his actions. 

→ snapping out of the trance, he rushed to go grab a coat to slip on. retrieving his phone. hurrying out the front door hoping to find you haven’t gotten too far already, almost slipping down some steps of the apartment building on the way to find you.

→ the rushing anxiety continue to flow through him, making his movements more loose and clumsy as he ran off to find you. calling out your name aimlessly of the darkened rainy streets. not caring that his curls were getting soaked in the pounding rain, he just wanted to find you. 

→ to find you and keep you safe.

→ Sakusa’s heart kept increasing every moment he didn’t see you. he wanted to find you so bad- this anxiety he had was much worse than when around he was in crowds, this one felt more instinctual.

→ forgetting he had brought his phone, he slipped it out of his pocket quickly dialing and calling you. to find you answering on the second ring.

→ “..h-hello-?”

→ “[Name]..! T-thank god your safe.”

→ the slight mess-up Sakusa slurred with his words made you feel slightly worried, “..yes I am safe. what’s up with you??”

→ “Nothing..! But w-where are you?”

→ “I’m.. at a nearby cafe. Are you sure you-”

→ your boyfriend interrupted you quickly, “I’m on my way.”

→ “H-hey..! Don’t just-”, hearing the call end with singular beep, “aaaand.. he hung up..” you decided to look around from your position outside, grasping your phone nervously. realizing the rain was pounding down much harder than earlier.

→ the sound of the familiar voice calling your name from the distance caught your attention, gazing over to see Sakusa running over towards you. 

→ “S-saku-”

→ jumping lightly at the sudden hug he enveloped you, muttering soft rushed apologies over and over again as he hid his drenched face in the crook of your neck. he had continued his rambles of apologies as you hugged him back, rubbing his back lightly. watching the ravened hair male let it out a little longer before you could mutter reassuring words to him back.

→ the tension slowly rising from his muscles but the hold of his hug didn’t falter at all, only continuing to snake around your waist.

→ “..you scared me..” “...im really sorry, babe.”

→ you lifted your gaze to meet Sakusa’s, lifting your hands up to cup his face. brushing a few strands of hair away from his view sending a quick peck onto his lips. “you don’t need to apologize anymore Omi. you did enough already..”

→ “A-and you’re drenched! Baby, you’re gonna get sick-” you blinked, noticing how flat his hair was from the rain that couldn’t reach you both from the small roof over the entrance of the cafe. 

→ “..i-i’ll be fine..” the soft stutter Sakusa made noted he was embarrassed about the thought, “..i’m glad your the one not gonna be sick though.” he muttered before softly pecking your lips.

→ “Honey..” you sighed, taking your hands in his before heading inside the building. “..lets just get something to drink to warm us up, ‘kay? then we can head back.”

→ “I-m.. paying aren’t I-..”

→ “Yes. Yes you are. A treat after a bad tiring day!”

→ “..you just want sweets-”

→ “Shut it Kiyoomi.”

[shinkun]

bloom: part 1/2 (18+)

aizawa shouta | eraserhead x student!reader

[ read part 2 here ] 

word count: 3.4k

genre: alpha/omega, omegaverse, m/f, afab reader, student/teacher, smut with little plot

A late-blooming student finds herself trapped in the school, yearning for someone to ease her unfamiliar, painful urges.

warnings: 18+, smut, oral, fingering, cunnilingus 

notes: Hello, just as a warning, this is my first time in many years posting any written work so I'm pretty rusty and self-conscious about it (please be gentle!) Also - my first time doing any form of a/b/o, so I hope it's okay! 

Aizawa just released something feral in me that made me want to write a lengthy, lusty fiction about him.

This is Part 1 of 2 of this fiction. I wanted to see if there was any reception or interest in this piece before sharing the final part.

All characters are 18+. Reader is a mature student presumably finishing her final semester of school, or attending an extra year.

Anyway, please enjoy!

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Aizawa gave a hefty groan, pinching the skin on the bridge of his nose. A nagging stress entered the back of his mind as he proceeded to the opposite side of the door. 

When your classmate had cornered him in his office earlier, wailing about how “Y/N doesn’t want to come out! She said she feels too sick to go to practice!” He already knew what he was in for. 

“Alright, I’ll go see what's wrong…” Aizawa nonchalantly replied, waving the boy away. “Go outside and start without her.” He commanded, not letting him get another word in. The student gave a compliant but nervous nod before exiting the room. 

The professor let out a sigh, perking his ear up to the door. He hesitantly raised his knuckles up to the surface, knocking on it with little force, but enough that it could be heard from the other side. He held his breath for a moment. A sweet, tantalizing scent crept from beneath the barrier between him and his student. 

“Don’t come in!!” Shouted a voice laced with panic in reply to the knock. 

“Don’t worry, it’s me.” Aizawa said, lowering his palm to the handle of the locker room. He didn’t need to speak his name for you to know. He was patient, letting you bask in the silence for a moment. The scent emitting from the room made a couple beads of sweat roll down the back of his neck, but he was able to shake it off. 

“I can’t let you.. see me like this…” Your tone was shaky and barely audible, but he’d caught it. 

“I can help you.” He persisted to push the handle downward. 

The bond you’d grown with your teacher in your three years at UA was strong and trusting. You knew that any advice he was willing to offer you would be right. He was always right. You were happy to have a mentor so willing to sacrifice his time and listen to you when you needed it, and this was no exception. 

Aizawa delicately pushed the door open, only an inch into it before the odor was able to escape, already knocking him back; angelic, rosey scents filling his nostrils. Saliva pooled underneath the back of his tongue as he took the fragrance in. He shut his eyes and let out another soft huff before propping the door open with one foot. He could sense your panic rising as he shuffled forward. 

“...I promise you’ll be okay.” He assured you, his hand curling around the frame. He continued to stay cautious and non-threatening, making sure you had enough time to prepare for his entry. 

“I don’t want you to see me so..” you hesitated, attempting to stiffen a cry building up in your throat, “..weak.” The word rolled off your tongue like it was filth. 

Aizawa entered the room, seemingly unphased by the aura of hormones that was now engulfing him. He gently let the door slide closed behind him, carefully locking it for any students that dared to interrupt them. A small but caring smirk graced his face as he looked before him. 

He saw you curled up in the back corner of the changeroom, sitting on a bench with your knees tucked into your chest. You held the bunched up top to your gym uniform, hugging it to the flushed skin of your torso for safety, your chest covered only by a tightly binding sports bra. You sunk your head down, trying not to make eye contact with the teacher as he proceeded forward. He gingerly perched himself on the bench next to you, leaving a comfortable amount of space, before bending forward to look at you.

“Hey..” His hair curtained around his face as he leaned forward, softly cupping the opposite side of your face in his hand.  He pulled your head over to look at him. The unexpected touch made you squirm, squeezing your eyes closed, but you refused to fight his caress. “You’re the strongest person I know.” His thumb massaged your cheek up and down. Your bottom lip quivered, still attempting to fight the surge of emotions that were coursing through you as you finally met his gaze. Your eyes brimming with tears, making your vision blurry, as you continued to choke them back. It was simple, but his words meant a lot. 

You and him both knew that you had a complicated relationship with your femininity. You saw it as a burden, getting in the way from people taking you seriously. You blocked it out in any way you could, to reflect a more intimidating, headstrong persona. Focusing on close-combat studies and fighting techniques, convincing the staff to let you wear the boy’s uniform, attending all the extra curricular sporting events - the reason you were even here on a weekend to begin with. It wasn’t just a means of coming off as adrogynous though, you genuinely enjoyed these things. 

“How can I be strong if I’m...” You looked away, afraid that admitting you were an Omega out loud would somehow make it worse. You didn’t want to come to terms with it. 

“...C’mere kid.” He removed his hand from your face while straightening up, leaning his back against the wall behind him. His arm raised, placing it on your shoulder to pull you into his chest for a gentle embrace. 

You’d been close to Aizawa before, but never anything like this. Playful jabs here and there, sarcastic shoves in the hallway, there was even that time he had to step in to use his binding cloth to stop you from beating on some punk that made fun of your quirk - but this tender feeling he was sharing was a whole new territory. 

You took it in, allowing some of the pent up tears to escape from your eyes. A quiet sob forced itself out of your throat, your body vibrating with each cry. Aizawa rubbed your back, slowly, carefully, letting you bask in the feelings. The fear that you had reverberated throughout the room was beginning to subside, and he could tell. You laid against the man in silence for a moment, the heavy thumping of his heart lulling your anxieties. You breathed in gradually, putting your sniveling to rest, but as you did, you noticed something off. 

A flush of red emanated from your face as your nose raised slightly gravitating toward Aizawa’s head. A waft of strong musk filled your senses. It was savory, and heavy, and…“Hnghh.”  A breathy sigh escaped your mouth as your hand gripped the fabric of the teacher’s shirt. You had little control over your next movement, stretching forward to nuzzle your face against his neck, taking in as much of the aroma as you could. Now that you’d let your defenses down, Aizawa's dominant atmosphere was beginning to encapsulate you. 

“Whoa there.” He let out a chuckle but continued to let you explore, eventually expecting this kind of reaction to his presence. He gracefully shifted his hand, placing it above your hip, both to keep you stable as you moved, and to give him the pleasure of being able to embrace the smooth, supple flesh. 

“I’m...sorry..” You said, beginning to retreat from him as the realisation of what you were doing began to sink in. “Oh, oh no.. I’m sorry..!” Your heart fluttered as you pulled back to your safe spot on the bench. 

He gave his head a shake and continued to give you your space. “No need to be sorry.” He assured you, scratching the back of his head. His voice was tender and dreamy to your ears, it sent goosebumps down your arms. Suddenly sitting in a lecture just to listen to your teacher’s dark, gritty voice rant about hero politics sounded appealing. Admittedly this brief embrace made the resistance to act on his urges much harder than before, but he persisted. 

Suddenly you let out an aching gasp. You pulled your body toward yourself, your arm reaching around your abdomen as you felt that intense pressure building up inside your gut again, tinges of pain and aching threatening your core. You’d felt this earlier when you had the room to yourself. It made you hot, your breath beginning to pick up as your body reeled in a feverish sweat. You didn’t want him to see you like this and now that your guard was down, it was taking control. 

“Hurt…. it hu..rts..” You managed to spit out. Shouta cocked his head to the side.

“Is this your first time..?” He planted his hand on your back once more, making sure you knew his company was welcoming. All you could do was let out a quick nod. You squeezed your legs together, feeling an intense heat present itself in your center, your gasps becoming more hefty and impossible to contain. 

“Wow, a late bloomer.” Aizawa strategically pondered for a moment, “Well, I should go inform Recovery Girl of how you’r-” 

“..No!” You cut him off before he could finish, a tremble in your voice. “Please, can you...” Embarrassment took over causing your speech to trail off, your arm shakely reaching out and clenching around the sleeve beside his hand. Your desires were continuing to take hold and Aizawa’s scent was becoming more and more irresistible as time went on, “..can you help me?”

The edge of his mouth curled up into a smile, disguising itself behind his shield of dark locks. Just as he’d expected. 

Now, this wasn’t his first time dealing with a student in heat. Although the population of Omegas was on the lower side, there had been a few students in his years of teaching that had to get medicated and sent home for a few days to deal with their inflamed, unpredictable hormones. And professors, especially Alpha professors, were instructed on the responsibility of containing those natural urges and how to offer students help when they were in their most vulnerable state. 

He did genuinely want to help. Seeing your pleas to get rid of this nasty heat made his heart ache and he didn’t want to deny you the option for any outside aid, but he knew you would place trust in him and he was willing to offer it. 

Without answering Aizawa leaned forward. He curled his other hand up behind your head, letting his fingers trail through your hair to embrace your scalp. Immediately a shiver fell down your spine as he bent over you; first planting a kiss on your forehead, then he trailed downward, peppering a couple kisses on your tear-stained cheek. The weight of your head cradled into his hand as he continued, his mouth trailing down the length of your neck, his tongue messaging down the length of your skin. Your breathing increased as you let out a cute whimper, your core pulsated. He then paused just above your shoulder, letting in a deep inhale. Your scent was enchanting, sweet, and made his head spin. He dared to let his teeth graze that special spot, smirked, and then placed one final peck there before abruptly pushing his mouth against yours. You immediately felt a rush of heat rise into your stomach as his lips collided with yours. They were so soft and experienced, but juxtaposed by the rough facial hair that scraped against your chin. 

Even though it was you who’d requested it, you were having a tough time wrapping your head around the order of events that lead you here. Finding it difficult to reciprocate the kiss, he began to ease his tongue inside your mouth. Your eyebrows raised, but eyes remaining sealed shut as the twitching muscle explored your mouth, the roughness of his flesh against yours causing you to feel slick drip between your thighs. 

You pulled your mouth away releasing an overwhelmed heave, a string of saliva still leaving you connected to the man. 

His eyes furrowed, a worrying expression plastered his face making sure you were okay. 

“..I forgot to...breathe.” A rosy tint burned your cheeks before you both let out a small chuckle that eased the tension. He then placed his forehead against yours.

“Keep going..?” At this point he was probably too far gone but he thought he’d at least give you the false sense of reassurance. 

Despite the flustering heat that Aizawa stirred into you from his kisses, the pain in your curve was urging on to the point of becoming unbearable. Your hands trembled but quickly grabbed his chest to pull him back into the embrace. He took this as a ‘yes’ and fell back into the deep kiss, proceeding to cup his hand around your left breast. He kneaded the bosom in his hand before trailing his mouth down your neck once again, this time pulling and suckling at the skin, leaving playful little bites - but not enough to bruise. His hands trailed down to the edge of your bra. You bit down on your lip as he yanked it upward and over your head. 

A nearly inaudible “Wow..” escaped from his mouth as he leaned back to take your figure in, not sure if it was meant for your ears to hear. Your defenseless upper half was paler than usual and coated with a perspiring sheen due to your sickly urges.

“Don’t stare..” You grumbled, refusing to meet his eyes as his hand regained its place against your chest. He was shocked you were able to contain them within the bounds of a thin fabriced sports bra all the time, let alone while they were aching and swelling from your heat. You did a very good job of keeping it that way. 

He smirked once more before lowering his head, taking the erect pink bud between his lips, lapping his tongue over it again and again. You shuddered as he sucked it into his mouth, his opposite hand fondling the other. But no matter how much he kissed and caressed your shivering body, it wasn’t satisfying the heavy hunger sweltering in the pits of your core. “Please..” You whined above his head, frustratingly clenching your fingers into your palms, “Mister Aizawa, please...I can’t wait anymore.” 

Aizawa pulled his mouth away, nuzzling his face between your chest for just a moment before raising back up. 

“Soon.” He simply but firmly stated, pulling his binding cloth above his head and tossing it to the floor, making sure it wouldn’t get in the way. 

He then bent down, wrapping his arm around the calves of your legs and pulling them onto the wide bench. He moved his own leg over the opposite side of the bench so that it was now in between him. 

“Now,”  he looked as you impatiently quivered, trailing his intense stare down your body, “What’s the damage?” You let out an offended huff at his wording, but held your complaints in. You figured any sort of noncompliance would lead you to a one-way trip to the medic. 

Shouta really didn’t need to ask, but your fluster enticed him even more. The bottoms of your navy gym uniform had a dark patch stained through them long before the moment he’d entered, by this point it had traveled down your legs. 

“Looks like we’re gonna have to find you another pair of those, huh?” He reached forward tracing his hands around the edges of the waistband before pulling the sweats down. You shifted as it tickled your sides. He then tossed them to the floor alongside his equipment. 

Your hands reached up to cover your face as his gaze pierced through you. No matter how desperate you were to get some relief, you still couldn’t get past the vulnerability of being sprawled out in front of him like this, let alone, someone actually known for having a deeply intimidating stare. 

He tenderly pulled one of your hands away, taking it in his own. This was the first time you’d really noticed how big his were in comparison, cupping around your delicate digits. He closed his eyes, leaving a few tender kisses inside your palm before deeply inhaling the aroma radiating from your wrist. He let it go and looked back, his palms now resting on your thighs, pushing them apart with a surprising amount of ease. You aligned yourself on the bench, propping your back against the wall. 

Aizawa bowed over your lower half, leaning into the heat pulsating between your legs. He hadn’t even touched you before your heart began to race, your breath trailing close behind. Your anticipation for him made his heart melt but he couldn’t resist dragging this out for as long as he could. He wanted to make your first heat special for you - memorable - even. 

It wasn’t long before Aizawa’s mouth was trailing up the length of your leg. The closer he got, the more unbearably hard it was to not just let his primal instincts take over and ravage your pretty, little entrance with his aching cock. No, Aizawa. He cursed at himself for even thinking that. 

Shouta’s tongue danced up your thigh before hitting the edge of your drenched panties. He left soft little nips with his teeth in your thigh, leaving you breathless, before kissing the fabric. He nudged his nose against the surface of it, prodding your sensitive core before letting his tongue fall down its length, intentionally heaving his hot, eager breath against you. You let out a loud gasp that left you clutching your mouth. He smiled once more before taking the edges of the fabric between his fingers and pulling them down, finally revealing your throbbing, leaking pussy. 

“Oh, sweetheart…” He sighed into you, sharing a few more kisses before sliding his tongue through those tender, pink folds. You cocked your head back gently scooching your hips towards him, your humiliation suddenly masked by your intense lust for the man. 

Aizawa took in all the senses surrounding him. The delightful squeaks you made as he trailed his muscle along your slit, the delicious distinctly omega flavours that drenched his mouth, the way you convulsed and your knees buckled every time he slid his lips or nose against your sensitive, budding clit. He then pulled your legs over his shoulders, giving him more leverage to dive into you.

You reached your hand out as your gasps deepened, he looked up from you inquisitively before reaching his out in return. You laced your fingers between his, yearning for that simple grasp. You held on to it as a form of security, giving soft squeezes to the man every time it was too intense, or a loving stroke of your thumb against his skin when it was just right. 

He narrowed his focus back on you, slowly bringing his other hand to your slit. While his tongue massaged your pulsating pearl, he sank two fingers deep inside your entrance. Unsurprisingly your hole was ready and more than willing to accept them. The amount of slick you’d produced was evident enough. You bit down on your lip and let out a whimper as he now began pumping you with his fingers alongside his mouth, your natural lubricant gliding down his hand.

Earlier you’d tried doing the same, attempting to satisfy your intense craving with masturbation alone, but it was never enough. Nothing felt like enough. But Aizawa’s fingers reached parts that you couldn’t, curling and prodding that sensitive area, hiding toward your stomach.

“God..” Your eyes rolled back as you bucked yourself against him, but you still yearned for more. “S...Sensei..” He could see you getting close, your little hand clenching in his own as he rhythmically persisted, your breaths more shaky and sporadic. “Shou..ta..!!” He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, his cock twitching against his leg from the sound of it. He pulled his hand back and plunged his long fingers even harder and more vigorously, this time including a third. You let out a little shriek while he basically drowned amongst your tiny folds, his fingers driving into you at a steady cadence. He felt as your plush, sensitive walls tightened around his dexterous touch, quivering as you climaxed before him.  

You gulped hard trying to let your mind catch up to your body, releasing a steady pant. 

“That was great, kitten.” He gave your thigh one last kiss before raising up. “...You did so well.”