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Chapter Seven

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: language, Taehyung needs to learn boundaries, mild violence related to boxing, Yoongi bein' the sweetest 🥺

A/N 1: hello everyone! beastie here 🐾 this is what was originally the second half of chapter 6. We'll get the back stories of a lot of the members and how they came to be involved with Bangtan. I'm going to make a character chart later this week so that it'll be easier to keep track of the details. 😁

A/N 2: When the cast is all together, words in italics are typically in Spanish or Korean. Out of the group, Hoseok knows the least English. So it's safe to assume that if it's just the boys talking to each other, that it's in Korean or some blend of Korean and English, even if it's not in italics.

Word count: 7K

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A life of crime was best lived at night. That meant that often there was nothing much going on during the day in Namjoon's mansion. Most of the inner circle stayed close, with all but Jin and Hoseok living in the mansion, partly for Namjoon's protection and partly for the company. Only Jin wanted to spend his wealth on his own place, a significantly smaller but still extravagant house in Santa Monica where he lived with Hoseok. Not that you knew that yet.

When you finally did wake up after noon, you munched on a Little Debbie's cake that Yoongi had left you before you dressed in some work out clothes and went downstairs carrying your tennis shoes in your hand. You found Yoongi drinking a leisurely cup of coffee in the sun drenched kitchen.

"Hey," he smiled warmly at you over his cup. "How are you feeling?"

Just as you were about to answer you noticed someone rummaging around in the refrigerator and you stopped yourself, clearing your throat. "I'm fine," you answered simply.

Jimin turned around, dumping all the ingredients for a sandwich onto the counter top. "Oh, hey, Val," he greeted with a flirtatious smile that had you rolling your eyes.

"How's your-"

"I'm fine," you repeated, cutting off Yoongi from whatever he was going to ask. His face fell perceptibly and Jimin looked between the two of you as the tension thickened. You sucked in a shallow breath and forced a smile. "Thank you for the sleeping pills. I haven't slept like that in…well, ever, really. I'm feeling much better now." You tried to give Yoongi a look to let him know how grateful you truly were while still hoping he'd keep his mouth shut.

He smiled again. "Good. I'm glad to hear it. Would you like something to eat? There's still coffee."

"I had something." You shook your head before he could get up from his chair. "Um, where's Jungkook?"

"He's out at the pool working on his tan," Jimin snickered with a nod of his head out the toward the patio in front of the pool. You gave him a grateful nod and went out the glass door. He said something to Yoongi in Korean before you were out of earshot and you glanced back, but neither of them noticed.

"You're so fucking whipped for her and it's only been two days."

"I'm just trying to make sure she's comfortable. And don't talk in Korean so she doesn't understand. That's so rude."

Jimin rolled his eyes and you decided to ignore them, continuing on your mission.

As you stood over him, Jungkook raised his hand to block out the high noon sun so he could see you.

"'Sup, princess?" He asked lazily.

"Don't call me 'princess,'" you grumbled. Your eyes traced over the many tattoos that covered Jungkook's right arm and wondered why he'd kept them isolated to that one section of his body from his hand up to his shoulder. It didn't hide the bulging biceps either and you found his chest equally defined.

"Earth to Val," he smirked, letting you know you'd been caught staring. "Take a picture. It will last longer."

You scoffed, coming back to your senses. "I need you to take me somewhere."

"Can't. I'm busy." He adjusted himself to lay comfortably again and closed his eyes, dismissing you. "Ask Taehyung to take you."

"I don't wanna ask Taehyung."

"Then ask Hobi."

"Who's Hobi?" Not that you had actually gotten any proper introductions to anyone but Namjoon, but you didn't remember a Hobi.

Jungkook laughed lightly as if he was amused by your ignorance and sat up. "Where do you need to go?"

"There's a gym in East Hollywood I need to go to."

He squinted up at you. "There's a gym here." He almost laid back down.

"It's a boxing gym." Jungkook's interest peaked, if the way he perked up was anything to go by.

"You wanna box? I'll box with you!" He was almost too enthusiastic, and you had to take a step back to avoid him as he sprang up from the lounge chair.

"No, thank you," you replied, your thanks coming out somewhat sarcastic.

"Aw come on, Val. I'll go easy on you!"

"Ha! I don't like to pull punches and I would hate to mess up that pretty face," you taunted.

Jungkook gave you a smile that was too adorable for the well muscled man who owned it. He was tall and broad, with every part of his body showing strength. When his face was at rest, it was absolutely lethal, even with his dark curls falling in front of his large eyes.

"Oh, so you wanna spar for real. Let's go!" He agreed and started heading inside before you could refuse again, and since it seemed like he wouldn't be taking you to your actual gym, you decided to follow.

Jungkook led you through the kitchen, taking a left at the hallway where you knew Yoongi's office was located, but across the hall he opened a door to a set of stairs leading downward. It was obviously not a creepy kind of basement, and with Yoongi around you figured nothing bad would happen to you down there. You were amazed to find that there was a whole other floor of rooms down below. In the center was a second, more casual living room where Jimin was settling with his sandwich to watch a K-Drama on a large screen TV that took up almost the whole wall.

Jungkook led you through to another hallway until you reached a frosted glass door. Energetic music came quietly from inside, growing a little louder when Jungkook opened the door.

"Sorry, Joonie," you heard him say before you could even enter. "Val and I wanted to use the gym, but we can come back later."

This room, like all the others in the house, was quite spacious. There was a treadmill, bike and elliptical machine facing one wall. On the opposite end, a full set of free weights and a completely mirrored wall. There was a bench and power cage, too. In one corner of the room hung a heavy bag and a speed bag. You spent so much time inspecting the equipment that you almost didn't look at Namjoon.

"That's alright. I was just finishing up anyway," he told Jungkook as he racked the weights he'd been using. Sweat poured down his face and neck, and when he turned around to cut off the music he'd been playing, it was impossible not to stare at every muscle of his broad back. He wasn't shirtless like Jungkook—who didn't seem at all bothered by being half naked—but the sweat soaked tank top he wore clung to his skin, leaving little to the imagination. Was it a requirement to look like a Greek god in order to be part of Bangtan?

Jungkook didn't miss you staring at his leader and he tried to suppress a giggle. "We're gonna box, if you want to stay," Jungkook offered, and the idea suddenly filled you with anxiety.

"No, I have things to do. Have fun." Namjoon's refusal gave you relief, until he continued. "Val, we'll talk later," he said plainly before leaving the room.

While you were left staring at the empty doorway he'd walked through, Jungkook got a set of wraps and gloves for you.

"These will probably fit you," Jungkook said as he held out a pair of blue Everlast gloves to you. "They're Jimin's, but he doesn't use them much."

You chuckled a little to yourself as you set the gloves down and began wrapping your hand methodically. While you had sometimes used gloves, most of the matches you were forced to compete in were bare knuckle. You didn't know why men enjoyed watching you and other women beat the shit out of each other with your bare hands, but they sure did, and paid a lot of money for it, too. Your trainer also never allowed you to use gloves, so you'd build up strength and tolerance to the pain in your hands. But for Jungkook you'd humor him by using Jimin's gloves.

You started by warming up on the speed and heavy bags, switching off after a little while. The truth was, you hadn't hit anything but a bag in a while—except one particularly handsy bar patron six months ago. While you went to the gym a few times a week, you engaged as little as possible with the other members, afraid of getting into why you were there and your history. You hadn't done much to connect with many people in the last few years, before you met Taehyung. And after you met Taehyung, you really fell off your training routine, so you were a little worried about how things were going to go with Jungkook. But you weren't about to let him know that as he handed you a mouth guard he swore was clean.

Things went pretty smoothly at first as you tried to push aside any timidity. You made a show of stepping in to get in some jabs. To most boxers, it would be strange to face an opponent of such great difference in height and weight. Jungkook was clearly struggling with this, trying to adjust to a more crouched posture just so he could actually land a punch at the proper height. It wasn't as big an obstacle for you though. The underground world had little care for matching weight classes, and in many cases preferred unequal pairings. You'd been particularly well known for punching above your weight, so getting your hits in wasn't much of a problem. In spite of what you said, you didn't go full out on Jungkook, reserving some of your power. Still, you were rusty, and as you started to tire, you let your guard down just a bit while Jungkook threw a right hook, connecting heavily on your left cheek. The weight of it had your head snapping to the right and sent your body to the floor.

"Shit!" Jungkook yelled as you crumpled onto your right side, holding yourself up with your arm. "Fuck! Are you alright?"

Spots danced in your vision as Jungkook knelt beside you. He touched your chin gently with his gloved hand to turn your face to him and you laughed.

Laughter.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Joaquin," the older man scoffed, shaking his head at your slender frame as you stood in front of him for the first time, still a month shy of sixteen.

"I know she doesn't look like much-"

"Chingada, hombre, has she even had her quinces?" The old man asked. Not to you.

You hadn't. There hadn't been anyone in your life to care about such things. No mother or aunts. Your father, though you were sure deep down that he loved you, didn't have time to worry about that. He was too busy teaching you to survive when he wasn't out making sure that others didn't. You thought to tell the man that—in spite of your failure to initiate into womanhood—your father had taught you how to throw a punch. But for months now you'd gone selectively mute. You only occasionally talked to Joaquin. He had ways of making you talk, and sometimes it was just easier to not make him use them.

"I know, coach, but she's got the one thing you can't teach."

"Hm?"

"A fighter's spirit. And she's not afraid to take a punch either," Joaquin laughed sickeningly.

"A fighter's spirit," the man mumbled as he looked at you. "She looks dead in the eyes. What have you been doing to this rat?"

"She just looks like that sometimes. Rile her up, let someone come at her. She'll spark right up!" Joaquin assured him.

Coach grunted unintelligibly. "Isabel!" He barked and another girl snapped to his attention. She was taller than you by a couple inches and all her limbs were thick. She climbed into the ring with the two of you. "Come rough this girl up a little. See if she fights back."

"Coach?" Isabel hesitated.

"Just do it," he growled.

Isabel took up her stance, but you remained still, hands by your side. "Coach.." Now she was whining.

"Go after her. If she stands there and gets hit, she gets hit," the old man egged her on. Outside the ring Joaquin stood, fiddling his fingers nervously as he hung on the ropes.

Isabel lunged forward at you and you stepped back. Coach's eyebrows lifted. At least you weren't dead. She lunged again with a left jab and you moved to the left. Finally you raised your fists up to your face. You attempted a punch, but you didn't even get close to landing it on her. You weren't prepared for her sharp right hook as she rang your bell, making your vision black for a moment before you even hit the mat. Everything was still for a moment as you blinked your eyes open. You could see Joaquin standing perpendicular in your vision, not a trace of concern on his face.

"You'll have to learn to block if you're gonna save your pretty face, girl," Coach sneered.

You laughed. Slowly you got to your feet, still laughing. You held your fists up a little higher this time and crouched your head down. Coach looked over his shoulder at Joaquin, who now smiled brightly.

"Again!" Coach called jovially.

"Are you fucking laughing?" Jungkook chuckled too.

You tried to shake off the daze and got to your feet, with a little support from Jungkook. "Again."

He raised his eyebrows. "Uh. No. Let's go see Yoongi and get some ice on your face," Jungkook suggested instead as he started removing his gloves.

"I'm good," you sniffed. Already the endorphins were rushing through your bloodstream. You could barely even feel the dull ache surrounding your eye. "Cmon, let's go."

"Get you some ice, yes."

"No."

"Val. It's already starting to swell up."

"Jungkook. Don't be a pussy. We were just getting started."

Jungkook stared at you dumbfounded. "You really are that kind of fighter, huh?"

"What kind is that?" You still had your fists up, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet.

"Not afraid to take a hit. No, you like getting hit. It wasn't fun for you until then." He shakes his head with a disbelieving smile.

"What?" You demand, finally lowering your hands. "You say that like I'm some kind of psycho."

He erupted in laughter at the hurt on your face. It was probably because you knew he was right. "No, it's not that bad. Some girls like it rough," he laughed. "Hoseok was right, you are crazy," he realized.

"Fuck you," you said without any real malice.

"Please let me take you to Yoongi so at least I can say I took care of you when everyone jumps down my throat for hitting you," Jungkook begged.

"Who would be mad at you?"

"I can think of…a list of people."

"Fine," you sighed and began to remove your gloves.

Jungkook took you back out of the gym. He let you go up the stairs first and put a hand on your back just in case you lost your balance.

"Suéltame!" You snapped, swatting his hand away. He had no idea what you said, but he pulled his hand away and held them up in surrender nonetheless.

"Likes to be hit, but doesn't like to be touched. Noted."

You rolled your eyes. And for the first time you noted the throbbing of your left eye and all the surrounding tissue. Once you reached the top of the stairs you walked straight across the hall to Yoongi's office.

"Knock knock," you announced as you walked through the open door.

"Val, what can I do for you?" Yoongi asked with a noticeable cheer in his voice, even with his back turned to you. Jungkook rolled his eyes at how whipped Yoongi was for you, forgetting momentarily that he came in second on the list of people who were probably going to kill him for hurting you.

"Nothing. Jungkook is just a drama queen and wouldn't shut up until I came to see you."

"Why's he being- what the hell happened to your face?!" He'd finally turned around to see the large red spot dominating your face, already taking on new colors.

"It's not that bad," you insisted.

"Iiiiit's pretty fucking bad, Val."

"Jungkook, shut the fuck up and tell me what happened."

"How do I…do that?"

Yoongi gave the man a piercing glare.

"Right. So, Val wanted to spar and we did, but apparently she doesn't know how to block, and she got hit." Your eyes slid painfully to the side as Yoongi dug around in a drawer.

"Eyes on me, babe," Yoongi said without thinking, and you didn't have time to react before he was shining a light in your eyes. "Follow my finger with your eyes." You did as he said, familiar with the routine. "Your eyes look fine," he mumbled, prodding your face gently to see if you'd fractured the bone, but you didn't even wince.

"I'm honestly fine," you insisted. Yoongi shook his head at you and went to get an icepack from the freezer in his room.

"Jungkook, can you go get me a towel for this?" Yoongi requested and the younger man hurried off to the kitchen. "What were you thinking, letting Jungkook hit you?" Yoongi hissed, coming closer to you than he'd been before, but you didn't mind. "You should be in bed resting."

You couldn't help giving him a soft smile, knowing that he really cared for your wellbeing, even if he barely knew you. "Honestly, Doc, this is nothing. I'm not as delicate as you all seem to think. Back in my training days, they wouldn't even give me ice for this and I'd be back in the ring until I blacked out."

"That's terrible. That sounds like a concussion waiting to happen."

"Oh, for sure. I've had more concussions than I can count. Granted, I never finished high school, and I've had a lot of concussions…" You trailed off. Somehow your mind wandered to what the pretty pale doctor must be thinking of you now, but you stopped yourself. It didn't matter, did it? At least he was still looking at you with a certain softness, even if it was only because he liked the way you rambled. "Jungkook doesn't hit that hard anyway."

The man came back into the room with a thin towel he handed to Yoongi. "Yah! That's not true! I was only going half power."

"Well, next time go full power, really ring my bell," you teased, but he was not amused.

Yoongi pressed the wrapped pack gently to your face. "Hold this to your face until it melts, and then I'll give you a new one. Hopefully we can keep the swelling down. You're gonna look like hell though."

"Cmon, Doc, I couldn't get much worse."

Yoongi's cheeks turned pink as he bit back all the words he knew to describe how beautiful he thought you were. When he didn't respond you turned toward Jungkook, having to turn your whole body since he was standing to your left. "Hey, Kook, you wanna have matching black eyes?"

"How did you get a black eye?" Everyone stopped and turned at the loud, angry voice of Taehyung.

You sighed. "It's fine, honestly." You got off the exam table and began walking toward the kitchen just to prove it wasn't so serious.

"How did you get a black eye?" Tae repeated as he followed you out.

"It's not a big deal, Jungkook and I were just sparring and, honestly, it's my fault for not blocking."

"Jungkook hit you?" Taehyung instantly turned on the man. You knew he'd be in trouble if you didn't step in. "You asshole! How dare you!"

You put your body in between the two men and held up your free hand toward Taehyung. "It's not his fault, okay? I asked him to spar and not hold back. These things happen. It's hardly the first time."

"That's not the point!"

"Taehyung, seriously, calm-"

He caught your bicep firmly in his hand and pulled you toward him. "You're my woman, and he has no right to touch you. You belong to me," he growled in your face. He barely had time to register your disgusted expression before your right hand came up to slap him across his face. He dropped your arm immediately and took a step back. "Bitch!"

"Fuck you, Taehyung! I'm not yours! I don't belong to anyone! Least of all you. I won't tell you again that we're through. We're done. And if you ever touch me again, you will live to regret it!" You shouted, your voice echoing off the stone surfaces of the kitchen.

He filled his lungs with a breath, ready to spew curses back at you, but he never got the chance.

"Taehyung, back off." Namjoon's voice came in loud and firm from behind, but Tae didn't move. "You'll be at the club tonight. Go get some rest."

Taehyung turned slowly to glare at Namjoon. He sucked in a loud deep breath of frustration and walked away toward the staircase. The shouting had brought everyone to the kitchen but all stood in silence as you listened to Taehyung's angry footsteps upstairs. You tried hard not to let everyone see how much it hurt you to have yelled at Taehyung like that, how it broke that part of you that cherished him, even if he had behaved badly. Luckily, the swelling of your face probably made it hard to read your expression at all.

"Yo, Val, what happened to your face?" Jimin asked, trying to break the tension.

"Val, in my office," Namjoon said through a clenched jaw, and you couldn't escape the feeling like you were being summoned by the principal. Jimin and Jungkook even 'ooh'ed as you followed their boss into his office. He was already behind his desk by the time you got inside, and you quickly shut the door. He didn't say anything as he sat down in his chair. You expected to get told off immediately, but the silence dragged on for seconds until you felt the need to fill it.

"Look I'm sorry about yelling at Taehyung, and slapping him, but-"

Namjoon waved a dismissive hand at you. "You don't need to apologize to me."

"Well I'm not going to apologize to him," you mumbled under your breath.

"I wouldn't expect you to. What he said was way out of line and frankly idiotic. Taehyung doesn't think sometimes. He doesn't know how to read a room. He's young, and sometimes he doesn't think of others. I guess…he didn't grow up in a world where empathy mattered very much."

You didn't mean to snort at his analysis, but it was a little ironic to you. "Didn't the two of you grow up together?"

Namjoon nodded, touching his finger tips together and starting at the points where they met. "Taehyung came to live with my family when he was five. Our fathers had grown up together in Korea before moving to work in different cities. His father ran operations in Singapore, but both his parents were killed, and he came to live with us."

"And your father ran operations here?" He nodded again. "Then what makes you so different from him?" You weren't suggesting that he was different, but he seemed to think so, even if in your eyes all gangsters seemed more or less the same. Any pretense of humanity they gave themselves was just a lie they created to help them sleep at night.

"My father always said my mother made me soft, but I think it was reading books," he told you with a cheeky grin. When you didn’t share his humor he cleared his throat and moved on. “You’re really through with Tae?” he asked cautiously.

“Like I told him, we were both lying, living a fantasy for a couple of months. And as nice as it was, I’m not the girl that he fell in love with. It seems stupid to force myself to slowly fade in his eyes and to hide my resentment when I know how it will end anyway.”

“What if Tae-” he began, but he stopped himself. “I understand. I’ll keep him occupied at the club for the next few nights. That way he can’t cause too much trouble. But you should know he’ll probably end up with some other woman, or women. Are you okay with that?”

You could see him examining your face for anything that might indicate you were lying about your feelings. “Taehyung can do whatever he likes, as long as it doesn’t involve me,” you replied coolly.

Namjoon leaned back in his chair and sucked air through his teeth. “Why did you come here, Val, if you didn’t want to be with him?”

“I didn’t come to him. I came to you.”

He looked surprised by that response, but he quickly covers his confusion with a smile. “Why?”

“Because I needed protection. Joaquin sent me back home, but I suspect he has my roommate informing on me. I just wanted to go somewhere I could be safe.”

"You think you're safe here?" He asked, pointing toward your swelling eye.

You suddenly remembered the ice pack in your hand and held it gently to your face. "That was just an accident. It doesn't really hurt that bad," you mumbled. "Look, I don't know if I'm safe here or not, but it's safer than on my own. I'd really appreciate it if you let me stay."

Namjoon was silent for a moment and you looked away from his eyes that always seemed to be reading more into you than you could possibly know. "I'm not sure if you can be trusted," he finally admitted.

"You think I'd lie about all that stuff?" You tried to raise your eyebrows and you could feel just how messed up your face really was.

"I believe what you said. Or most of it, at least. But trust takes time and you haven't given me anything to go on. I was-" he stopped short again. He was always doing that. Holding back. Other times he seemed so decisive but with you, he always seemed to be changing his mind midstream.

"You were what?" You pressed him.

"I was going to give you a test, but since you've hurt yourself. It can wait a few days."

You dropped your hand with the ice and scooted forward in your seat. If he needed you to prove yourself, you'd happily complete any task. "I can do it."

He chuckled lightly at your enthusiasm. "It's okay. It can wait until you're better. Hopefully."

You groaned loudly and stood. "You guys have to stop underestimating me! It's just a black eye! It's not like I've gone blind or something! I'm capable of working through it."

Namjoon only laughed harder at your frustration. "Okay, well let's see if your eye swells shut. And if not, then you can go out with Hobi tomorrow."

"Who the hell is Hobi!" You cried.

"Jung Hoseok."

"The skinny one who laughs when I curse in Spanish?"

"Yeah, that sounds right."

"And what's his role in this whole thing?"

"Hoseok is someone who makes sure things go smoothly and cleans up other people's messes," Namjoon told you vaguely.

You thought about that for a moment. "You mean how he finished off those chinos for me the other night?" Namjoon nodded. "So you're sending me with him in case I can't get the job done."

"Precisely."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Fine. What's the job?"

A knock came to the door and Namjoon dropped the amused expression he'd been wearing most of the time the two of you were speaking. "I'll tell you when it's time for you to know. For now go get some rest and keep ice on that eye, please. And, uh, I'll see if I can get Tae to go stay with Seokjin for a little while, so we can avoid any more fights." Namjoon stood and ushered you toward the door.

"Why doesn't he just stay at his apartment?" You grumbled.

"What?" Namjoon asked, clearly unaware and you looked at each in confusion for a minute.

He opened the door to reveal Kim Seokjin, who showed you a polite but guarded smile before he noticed your eye and visibly flinched.

"What happened to you?"

"Come in and I'll tell you," Namjoon answered before you could. You squeezed by Seokjin in the doorway before it was promptly shut behind you.

In the evening, as the sun was setting, you ventured out of your room when Namjoon, Taehyung and Jimin had all left for the club. You went down to sit by the pool, dangling one foot in and watching ripples in the water. After a few minutes you heard the kitchen door open and close followed by the sound of footsteps, but a minute passed and they never reached you. You turned over your shoulder to find Jungkook hesitating twenty feet away from you.

"Don't lurk, Jungkook," you teased. "Come over here."

"I'm not," he whined, his voice a little higher from the embarrassment of being caught.

"What's wrong?" You asked when he sat down beside you.

"How's your face?" He spoke to the ground.

"Kinda numb from all the ice Doc had made me keep on it all day. How does it look?" You wondered with a smile, curious to see if he'd sugar coat it for you.

"Like you got hit by a big, strong, sexy dude," he replied with a childish grin. You replied with laughter.

"Well, you are big!"

He pushed you playfully before you recomposed yourself. "I'm really sorry. I've never actually felt bad for hitting a person before, but I guess there's a first time for everything."

"Ay, Kookie, there's nothing for you to feel bad about. Look, I was trying to act cool earlier because I didn't want to look like a fool, but the truth is I haven't actually boxed with anyone since that last fight. I wanted to go to the gym today so I could ask someone to train me, so I could get strong again. So it's really my fault. I should never have gone up against you because I wasn't ready. So don't blame yourself." You shoved his shoulder playfully with a smile, trying to draw the same out of him. He nodded thoughtfully.

"Hey, if you want someone to train you, I can do it," he offered, that smile finally showing up.

You looked up at him cautiously. "Do you have time for that?"

"Either I help you train myself or I waste hours a day taking you to the gym since Namjoon says you have to be protected. I've never coached anyone before, but I know I can help you get stronger and practice with you. I'll try not to give you any more black eyes."

You shrugged at him. "Black eyes are part of the process. But it sounds like a deal to me." You held out your hand to him and clasped it with his own, pulling him closer so you could pat his back. "Have you eaten?"

Jungkook shook his head. "I ordered pizza for me and Hoseok just before I came out here." He hopped to his feet and then held out a hand to help you up. "You can think of it as a last meal before training. You'll have to go on a strict diet if you wanna bulk up."

"Yeah, yeah," you mumbled as you followed him back into the house. If Jungkook wouldn't let you have snacks you knew Yoongi would sneak them for you.

"You guys want a beer?" Hoseok asked when the two of you walked into the kitchen. You both nodded and he passed them to you.

"Pretty sure you shouldn't be drinking with the pain killers I gave you," Yoongi admonished you as he walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, this? I wasn't gonna drink it. I'm just using it on my face," you smiled and held the ice cold can to your cheek.

All three of them laughed, and you couldn't help admiring the way Yoongi's gums showed and his eyes disappeared as his shoulders bounced.

"Hoseok, can you pass me one, too," he requested and gave you a small wink.

"Do you wanna hang out with us on the patio, Val?" Hoseok invited you with a bit of a smirk.

You looked hesitantly between the members around you and then down to the can in your hands. "You guys don't have to be nice to me just because I'm staying here. I know Taehyung is like family to you. I understand if you hate having me here. I can just go up to my room and mind my own business."

Yoongi laid a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We don't hate having you here. And you don't need to hide away."

"Honestly, we've all known Tae for a long time. We love him at the end of the day, but there isn't a person here who hasn't wanted to hit him at least once. He's not the easiest person to get along with. But that doesn't have anything to do with you being here," Jungkook consoled you.

"Okay then," you agreed with a shrug and followed Jungkook and Hoseok back outside, with Yoongi right behind you.

"Tell us about yourself, Val," Hoseok encouraged before he took a long drink of his beer.

You snorted a little after taking a sip. "I told you pretty much my whole life story yesterday. There's not much more to me, to be honest."

"Well, you got Taehyung to fall for you without knowing your past so there must be something," Hoseok pressed.

"Hyung," Jungkook hissed as a warning, receiving an ignorant 'what?' from the older man.

"I really don't know what he saw in me," you said quietly, eyes locked on the can between your hands.

Yoongi spoke up, trying to put you more at ease. "You want to get out of LA, right? There must be something you want to do. A dream?" He asked gently.

You shook your head. "I'm not sure dreams are meant for people born into this life. Unless your dream is to become rich and die violently. Was that your dream, Doc?" You looked teasingly at him.

"No, I can't say it was," he replied sourly.

"Were you born into the life, like Namjoon and Taehyung?" You wondered.

Yoongi nodded. "My dad was a close associate of Namjoon's father, too."

"And this is what he wanted for you?"

Yoongi's head shook slowly. "Not exactly." He glanced at the other guys hesitantly. "I didn't want to be part of Bangtan. I really did want to be a doctor. He let me get almost all the way through med school before he told me that he wanted me here working for the family business. Said they needed me. And then refused to pay the last semester of tuition, so I couldn't graduate. Namjoon and I had known each other a long time, and he sensed that he would be left to take over soon. He assured me that I'd be taken care of, so I came on board." Yoongi took a loud gulp of his beer after he finished his story and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. You placed your hand just above his knee and gave him a light squeeze, missing the way he blushed at your touch.

"What about you, Jungkook?"

Just as you turned your attention to him, you all heard the doorbell ring through the house. "Gotta go!" Jungkook sang as he got up and jogged into the house to get the pizza.

"Saved by the bell," Hoseok muttered.

"Then I guess it's up to you, Hobi," you grinned.

"Oh no, we're not here to talk about me." He shook his head and drank from his can.

"I know, you're here to try to get information out of me. See if I am who I say I am. But I don't really have any new information for you, so you might as well join the tragic backstory fun."

Yoongi raised his eyebrows at you before he chuckled and sipped his drink.

"Another time," Hoseok mumbled and got up from his seat to go get more beers.

"Don't worry. Hoseok just takes some time to warm up to people, and he doesn't really like discussing his past," Yoongi told you in a hushed voice after he'd walked away.

"I understand," you assured him. You'd been trying to deflect anyway. It was obvious from the moment he started chatting with you that he was looking for information. Hoseok was the guy who made sure things went smoothly. For most people his casual manners might disarm them, but you could see right through him, and you always had your guard up anyway. It wasn't that you had anything to hide, you simply didn't have anything to tell, and you didn't want the focus on you, so you tried to take the opportunity to get to know the people you were trusting yourself with.

A minute later Jungkook came back with two boxes of pizza and plates. Hoseok followed with another round of beers and passed them around. Jungkook made it clear that one of the pizzas was for the three of you, while the other was his alone.

"Greedy brat," Yoongi muttered as he picked up a slice of supreme pizza.

"I hope you didn't think I'd forgotten about you, Kookie," you said as you lifted a slice up to your mouth.

Jungkook looked at you with his large doe eyes that you would never believe belonged to a man who killed people. He already had half a slice of pizza shoved past his lips and strings of cheese formed as he pulled the other half away.

"Cmon, tell me your story," you insisted, even when he waved a hand at you while he chewed. "Hombre, you know my past; it's only fair."

Jungkook finally swallowed and took a drink of his beer to wash it down. "I wasn't born into Bangtan if that's what you're wondering."

You nodded. "Then how did you get here?"

Jungkook cleared his throat and sighed. Obviously you weren't going to let it go, and he wasn't really ashamed of his story or afraid of his past. "My mom and I came here from Korea when I was ten. My father was supposed to immigrate with us a few months after, but he never came. It turned out the whole time he'd had another family. We were actually his second family, and he chose to stay with them. So anyway, things for my mom were rough, and I helped by shoplifting groceries and things that we needed. By the time I was fifteen I was getting into fights every other week at school. Seokjin hyung caught onto me. He and Hobi hyung had just been in the states for six months and he was getting to know things around Koreatown. One of the shop owners complained to him about me. When I finally got arrested, Seokjin hyung stepped in, paid off the cops and told my mom he'd straighten me out. Next thing I knew I was pushing product, reporting to the hyungs on a regular basis. I wanted to do more than just sell drugs. I hadn't stopped getting into fights. Even back then I was a strong kid. So Hobi hyung had me helping on protection duty, and I've pretty much been by his side ever since. He'd probably be dead without me, right, hyung?" Jungkook brought a large hand down on Hoseok's shoulder.

Hoseok scoffed. "Probably have a few extra years on my life if it weren't for you, punk."

Jungkook smiled and looked back at you. "He said he agrees."

You don't understand any Korean but you can tell he clearly didn't agree. But there's enough real fondness between them. You can see the brotherly bond. "You're just like me then, hm?" You mused. "A born fighter."

Jungkook chuckled. "Yeah, but I'm the type that likes to do the hitting, not the getting hit."

"Hey, I like the hitting part, too," you pouted.

Yoongi shook his head. "What's so fun about getting hit?"

You didn't answer for a long moment and before you could, Hoseok did it for you. "It makes you feel alive."

You smiled weakly at him, knowing you had something in common. "And when you feel alive, you have something to fight for. Right, Hobi hyung?"

The three of them burst into laughter around you.

"What?" You wondered desperately, but none of them could get enough air to their lungs to explain. You pouted while waiting for them to settle down.

Jungkook wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and took a replenishing breath. "Hyung is an honorific that means older brother, but it's only used between men. Girls call older men 'oppa'."

"Hobi oppa," you tried and Jungkook began giggling again. Hoseok's face went red.

"I'm not your oppa," he mumbled, looking away from you.

You turned to Yoongi for some kind of explanation or comfort. His eyes held no amusement for the situation anymore. "Oppa is kind of personal, between people you're close with. It can be kind of intimate. Some women say that to their partners, too, but some men don't like it. Bottom line, Hoseok doesn't feel comfortable with you like that."

You flushed when he explained your blunder, turning red in all the spots that weren't black and blue. "I'm sorry, Hoseok," you said quietly.

"It's fine," he told you before taking a long drink from his beer.

You looked down at the plate in your lap to hide your face, their laughter still ringing in your ears. Yoongi leaned into you. "Val, you can call me oppa," he told you softly.

You smiled shyly at him. "Yoongi oppa?"

His own smile grew. "Yeah." His cheeks grew pink again. Jungkook snorted as he went back to his pizza.

"I think I'll go to bed," you informed the boys with a stretch and a yawn several beers later. You'd paced yourself under Yoongi's supervision and he held back because technically he was on call. But Hoseok and Jungkook had gotten progressively more drunk and loud. You learned that the drunker they got the more Korean and less English they spoke. Which didn't bother you. They could speak whatever they wanted. You engaged in a little conversation with Yoongi about what your childhood home in Veracruz had been like, but Yoongi was so comforting to talk to that it made you more and more sleepy as the night grew late, and that made it difficult for you to keep up with English as well.

"Do you want something to help you sleep?" Yoongi asked as you got to your feet.

"No, thanks, oppa. I'm pretty tired as it is. I think I'll be okay."

Yoongi's eyes were filled with a gentle joy that made you smile right back at him. "If you need anything you know where to find me." You nodded and walked around him to go into the house. "Goodnight, doc. Night, boys." You waved lazily at them and could hear them address Yoongi loudly and aggressively in Korean once you walked away. There was one word you were able to pick out though. Oppa.

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cherishedproperty · 2 years

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Helloo I saw your answer to that anon ask earlier today talking about munches, and I was wondering if you could share your experience going to events, please? Just what kind of things you usually do, how it was the first times you went, especially if didn't know anyone yet? I'm thinking about attending local munches, but as someone with social anxiety just the thought of going can be overwhelming, but I thought if I knew a little more about them maybe I wouldn't feel so nervous :) Also any advice for joining fetlife? Please and thank you 💕

I’m actually going to start with the second question, on advice for joining Fet. There’s a lot to say here, from personal safety to finding events to meaningful interaction. I’m not going into all of it, but I’ll try to hit some highlights across the board. Also a caveat that my Fet experience is largely based on being a bisexual, cisgender woman in a large American city.

Fet isn’t as bad as people make it out to be. If you have a location listed (and an F by your name), you’re likely to get more men in your inbox with…unwelcome messages. But Fet does allow you to pick a fake location or not show your location except to friends. This keeps people from finding you by just searching your city and looking for the newest (young) women who’ve joined.

My #1 piece of Fet advice is to never, ever delete Fet messages. Archive them, but don’t delete. You’ll want to know if someone has messaged you before, especially if you meet them at an event. I’ve met guys at munches and then gone to check if they’ve messaged me before, only to realize they were a gross asshole previously.

Try to find some local community leaders, preferably women, who can help you make a friend group of other women in the scene. The kink community is small. One of my local female kink leaders hosts a regular munch and also play parties, but she also runs a chat group of local women. And she (+ the other ladies) have helped me to vet potential partners and learn who to avoid.

Fet isn’t really a dating site, but a lot of people (mostly men) use it as such. They think everyone is there for quick, easy sex. Again, this is where the archive button comes in handy.

As for events, you’ll typically find four kinds of events on Fet:

Munches/happy hours—These are clothes-on, vanilla events in public locations for the purposes of getting to know each other. While they are occasionally at private homes, I would not trust that unless you know the hosts and guests pretty well. More on munches below.

Educational events—These are often hosted at local kink clubs but may be at a private home. They might be on a topic like rope bondage and will have an instructor and time to practice the skill. These events are more likely to be clothed (or at least not fully naked), since they are educational.

Club events—These are kink/play events at a club, typically where you have to be a member. While there are going to be more people there, they also typically have dungeon monitors who make sure that all scenes remain consensual and are done as negotiated. These places may feel more public. But they can also be good places to try something for the first time, especially if it requires a skilled top (e.g., electro play).

Private play parties—These are kink/play events hosted at private homes. While it can be more intimate, especially if you know people, there’s also more risk dependent on who the host is. We have a nightmare host in my local area who does nothing about repeated consent violations, because he only cares about the money he makes off entry fees. But I also have a couple close friends who host great parties that are safe and fun.

Back to munches/happy hours and what to expect. I’ve been to a number of munches in my city. Here are a few things to know:

Typically, they are hosted at a restaurant or bar. Sometimes they are sit-down, dinner style events, and sometimes it’s more of a stand-and-mingle situation. There are even a few that are more activity-focused (seeing a movie with socializing after, athletic groups, karaoke). But the restaurant/bar ones are the most common in my area.

Mostly people just stand around and talk. Sometimes kink topics come up, but mostly it’s normal life stuff. What kinds of hobbies you have, have you seen the latest movie, etc.

Every munch I’ve attended has had a group of regulars, but they’ve also been very welcoming to new folks. Sometimes there are name tags, sometimes not. The host will typically introduce you around to regulars, if you ask. But people are generally super friendly.

Some folks use these events to find partners. But in my experience, most folks respect the unwritten rule that you don’t ask someone out at the event. You wait until after you leave and then message them on Fet. That’s how I met my partner. :) There are also folks who will use a munch as a first meeting place for a potential partner. Some of my friends refuse to go out with anyone who doesn’t or won’t attend munches.

My first munch was a lunch munch in my area, which I figured was pretty low commitment. I met a great group of folks with a lot of lifestyle experience. They recommended other munches that are good to go to, as well as various education/kink events. One of the women I met there added me to a chat group for local women, many of whom are still good friends six years later. This was my window into a whole support system of people who have helped me through a lot of life challenges and have kept me safe and informed as I got to know the local community. Honestly, I can’t say enough positive things about munches. I can’t vouch for your local area, but my experience here has been pretty good.

So basically my take is, you’re going to be fine! It will be fun. And you’ll meet people who show you the joy in kink, as well as how the kink scene is really just full of a lot of normal people. :) Folks, please feel free to share your own Fet advice or munch experiences!

#ask #my ask #starting out

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midnightunderground-npcs · 1 year

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TW: blood, starvation, bone breaking, juno does a little munch on clifford

There was only so much gnawing someone could take before they tried to kill. The average human could survive nearly a month without eating under ideal circumstances. Longer than a week in bad ones. But an Undead - a creature born to eat and consume - well it was shorter for them. Five days was about as long as her dad could figure given the studying he’d been on her. Not that he ever studied too much. Respect your privacy, he had said. She repeated as many of those words from Dr. Henry Jones as she could, over and over again, like a record that could only loop, in hopes of keeping herself grounded.

It wasn’t working so well anymore.

After her and Lilith had put up a fight together, a futile one, but a fight heavy enough to break one of their captor’s noses, they’d split them into two different cages. Small. Too fucking small and too fucking cramped and too fucking hungry. The small things they were being tossed weren’t enough for an Undead’s appetite. They probably weren’t even enough for a humans all things considered. Mice were not rats were not pigs were not meals. She could feel the starvation starting to eat at her mind.

Lilith had warned her in pretty vivid detail what might happen during this time period, her personal hell, her very unraveling. She was jealous, honestly, that the older woman was managing to holder herself together better but maybe...maybe she’d been hungry once. Maybe she hadn’t been pampered by a doctor for a father. No, Juno knows she wasn’t.

It’s embarrassing that when the cage rattled, she practically jumped up and moved towards the door, praying that they’d drop even a small morsel to satisfy this pain. Or it would probably be embarrassing if she had the capacity to be embarrassed anymore. But now? Now it was only scent. Only hunger.

Dog? They’d brought her a dog? That’s what it had smelt like. She’d never wanted to eat one before but if it was something then it was something and she would take it greedily.

Sound. Sound. So much sound and so much loud and someone was talking and Juno couldn’t make out the words, she couldn’t make out anything but the hunger and son enough she had reached out, grabbed what she hoped was her food. It hit the ground with a hard smack and a grunt. Food was so close. It was big and heavy and she knew that if she could just get her teeth around it she would stop being so fucking hungry.

When she bit down, the dog screamed out in pain, but as she tried to rip flesh from bone, the voice cut through like a crackle in her mind.

“Juno. June, please. Fucking Christ your teeth are sharp. And here I thought the vampire bite I got in college was going to be the hardest thing to explain to my parents. Let go. Can you let go? Don’t bite down! Unlatch like...like a cat or something.”

Austin?

Juno pulled back, doing as he’d asked, the blood still staining her mouth, like a bitter iron as it dawned on her what she had nearly done. She could taste bites of bone and spit them out. Tears mixed with blood as her vision unblurred and she saw him, ankle practically split in two from the weight of her bite. Thankfully the wolf strength of his bones had kept it from snapping completely, but even then she could tell, she knew enough from the hospital, that this wound was going to be terrible.

“Austin? Oh my God,” she cried, gripping his face between her hands. “Oh my God I am so fucking sorry, A. I could have...I almost...”

“But you didn’t,” he whispered softly. A hand came to tangle in her matted brown hair as he pulled her into a kiss. Never in a million years could she have dreamed of kissing fucking Clifford Talbot, let alone in a cage where she was being starved to death, but she had nearly killed him, nearly lost herself, and he had grounded her.

“But you didn’t,” he said again, softer now. The pain was rather obvious in the way his voice folded in on itself and yet Juno clung to him and pressed her ear against his chest to hear the heavy pound of a wolf heart.

They stayed like that for a moment, his hand in her hair, but there was only so much longer she was going to be able to stomach the smell of blood, the promise of flesh and food. “We need to get you out of here. Figure out a way to get them to move your cell, alright? I can’t...I can’t not eat you but Lilith probably could. And I know you could kill Mordecai if you needed to. God this is so...it’s so...”

“Whack?” Clifford supplied with a half smile.

Juno laughed, wiping her eyes with the back of her dirty sleeve. “Yeah. Whack. God I’m going to kick your ass when we get out of here. Are you ready to cause a problem?”

“J, you know my specialty is causing a fucking problem. I was born to be a problem.”

It didn’t take long until they can be enough of a problem together that someone came in to get Clifford. His leg was oozing blood, the Wolf kind that smells like iron and rust and could burn a human. It wasn’t hard to take him away with the pain and even as he was drug to his feet he howled in pain. The Hunter laughed. Of course he laughed. She reached out, squeezing his hand once, before he was gone and she was left to well and truly rot.

Austin was being dragged somewhere else. It was hard to tell where he was going when the pain in his ankle was so intense, so extreme and so fucking hard to ignore. But the cage opened and he was tossed inside, his bitten ankle cracking under the strain. He cursed out in agony and clutched his leg, blurry eyes adjusting to his new surroundings.

It wasn’t very often you saw your never aging grandma trapped in a cage and was happy about it. He supposed it had to be different given they were both trapped but now, at least, they weren’t alone. Clifford sat up, reaching for her and grabbing her hand. How he’d managed to keep it together for Juno was anyone’s guess but the second he saw the woman who had helped to raise him, all bets were off.

“Lilies...” he hadn’t used it in awhile, not since Cathy had really gotten in his head about the whole thing. But before then, when he couldn’t make the th sound right, he’d called her that. It felt better to say that now instead of anything else - a silent and profound apology for every horrible thing he had done. “Lilies...please don’t hate me. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

@lilieths

#clifford: the undead

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yougobunny · 2 years

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The first person on the team to hug her was Slam.

It was after their very first briefing. Zadavia had gathered the team –they didn’t feel like one yet, at the time–into a room at the base of the tower that the city had erected post-meteor. It was still under construction when Lexi had arrived, dust and rubble indistinguishable from the disaster still littered the area. It felt like a haunting, something buried that wished to be alive, a ghost clawing for recognition.

Rev was the first to suggest grabbing a bite to eat together after Zadavia left. Tech and Ace politely declined, both saying something about having other things that they have to deal with. Duck didn’t bother with an excuse and just left. So it was just the three of them–Lexi, Rev and Slam–that headed out to a nearby cafeteria for some food. It was pleasant enough, and by the end of it Lexi had decided that her first hunch on these two was right: they were a blast to be around.

When Lexi excused herself for the night Slam got to his feet and pulled her into an almost careful hug, mindful as he was of his strength. Rev joined in without waiting for an invitation and wrapped his arms around the two of them, sandwiching Lexi in the middle.

This was nice. She could get used to this.

The first time Ace hugged her was the night the team moved into the tower.

The team–sans Duck–had stayed up late into the night, chatting and drinking and slowly weaving the tapestry of their lives together. As the hours crept on they began to excuse themselves to their rooms until it was only Ace and Lexi left behind in the living quarters. On a whim, Lexi suggested they go up to the top floor. Ace agreed.

They had grabbed some baby carrots from the kitchen and were munching on them as they talked. There was a slight lull in the conversation as they gazed upon the sprawling city beneath them, and that was when Lexi caught the strange look that passed across Ace’s face. He looked thoughtful and nervous and just a little more on edge than he had all day, and without thinking, Lexi grabbed onto his hand, “You okay?”

“Yeah.” There was a split second of hesitation before he squeezed her hand back, “Just thinkin’, we’re really responsible for all this.” He let out a nervous chuckle, “It’s hitting me now, you know?”

“I know,” Lexi replied, hearing the butterfly flutter of his heartbeat. “At least we’ll be doing it together.”

Ace turned to her, her hand still linked in his. He opened his mouth and closed it again, and once again, without thinking, Lexi dropped his hand and folded him into a tight hug. This time there was no hesitation before he hugged her back. They stayed like that for a few more seconds before Ace spoke, muffled against her shoulder, “Together. Yeah.”

“Together,” Lexi repeated. None of them were alone, not anymore.

Lexi wandered into Tech’s lab late one night to find the coyote hunched over his desk, tinkering with something that she couldn’t see, although she could hear every whir and clink and beep of machinery in the room. She could hear sirens from somewhere off, far down into the city. Tech looked up as she entered, “Just the person I wanted to see.”

He held out what seemed like a pair of regular headphones, “Try it.”

She accepted it, turning it left and right to examine it. It was light, much lighter than she had expected it to be. The metallic headband was a soft green, curving around to the ear cups and pink cushions. “It’s cute, but I already have a pair of headphones,” she grinned sheepishly, “Or two, maybe more.”

Tech looked almost smug, and repeated himself, “Try it.”

Lexi obliged and raised it to her head. She could hear her joints creaking, the slight hum of the light above them, Tech’s breathing, the low pitch-

And then there was silence.

Pure silence.

She must have gasped, must’ve said Tech’s name in shock judging by the way he smiled even wider, but she didn’t hear it. She threw herself into him, arms circling his neck and squeezed him tight. She knew she was thanking him, but she didn’t hear it. Somewhat awkwardly, at least at first, he returned the hug.

She didn’t let go, not for a while, and by then Tech had relaxed into the hug.

Sometimes missions go south, a lot of those times they barely scrape through by the skin of their teeth. That was the first time Duck hugged her, blood and sweat and tears becoming indistinguishable as relief sapped the energy from their bodies.

“My papa’s over there,” Sapphire points towards a tall, tanned man standing just outside the school’s gate. She waved in his direction, and maybe it was the excitement of making a new friend or just being nine years old, Lexi joined her. The man responded with a jovial wave back.

Sapphire turned and gave Lexi a tight hug, “Bye! See you tomorrow.”

Lexi hugged her back, and she might not know it at the time, but years later she’d think back on that day and imagine the threads of her future unspooling from that moment.

#loonatics unleashed #lexi bunny #slam tasmanian #rev runner #ace bunny #tech e coyote #danger duck #the team #ficlets #oc tag #sapphire

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a-tiny-speck-of-dust · 2 months

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have you ever wondered what the sound of a broken heart is like?

Word count: 1,8K

Note: I've been keeping this fic locked in my basement for idk how long at this point. This supposed to be the backstory of one of my ocs for a personal writing project I'm currently working on. But, later on, I read it and was like "Hey, this isn't so bad! I think we can post it somewhere" so I decided to post it here on my dusty tumblr. Please be nice bcs this is the first fic I ever posted here, and do tell me just in case there are any tw that I missed and/or should be added to the tags. Also, English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance in case there are any mistakes. I hope you will enjoy this story as much as I do and everyone has a great day/night ahead. Love, Lan ❤️

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ps: Since I briefly mention the term Handlers and Entities from my personal writing project, I'd explain it shortly here:

Handler - a human with supernatural power under an organization specialized in dealing with malevolent Entities.

Entities - the umbrella term I used to call supernatural being.

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The life of an immortal is a life of boredom. At least, that’s what I thought after witnessing countless sunsets and sunrises my whole life as a shrine guardian.

I have served the gods and helped humans with their seemingly endless problems. I gained a few tails for bringing honor to the gods by helping humans and lost some for playing tricks on them.

Good times.

But, people come and go. Time has changed and the gods are long forgotten, while I’m trapped in time and remain the same.

These days it feels easier to live as a fox. Food has never been a problem and having an entire shrine to myself isn't as bad as I once imagined. Things get quiet, though, when the youngsters decide that it is not a good time for a ghost-hunting night. They're all pretty amusing.

Old people visit the shrine occasionally, trying their best to preserve a tradition that is beyond saving. Some bring their grandchildren, but that’s most likely to be their first and last time visiting.

I did remember one kid. A little girl who seemed interested in everything around the shrine. There was a time when her grandmother took her to the shrine every weekend for a few years. Then one day they left and never came back. Shortly after, I heard that the grandmother passed away and the girl returned to the city with her parents.

We immortals were accustomed to losing something or someone permanently. So, I never thought I would ever see you walk into my shrine's gate again.

But, you did.

You looked different. How long has it been since your last visit? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t dare to scare you away. Not when the gods gave me a chance to see you once again.

The curiosity in your eyes was still the same as before. But I can see more than just curiosity in there. I just don't know what it is.

Despair? Hope?

Your eyes lit up when our eyes met and you smiled at me. I had no idea that I was going to miss your smile so much.

“Good morning, Mr. Fox.” You said, reaching for something from your pocket. “Would you like some treats?”

Some cat food.

“Sorry, I only have that with me right now.”

What are you apologizing for? I thought, munching the food happily as if I hadn’t finished a whole pigeon for breakfast a few hours ago.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take a look inside.” You told me before you bowed toward the gate and walked through it.

There’s nothing left in this shrine besides the hall of worship and some stuff that hasn’t been stolen yet. You can’t even do the cleansing ritual because the water has dried out. But, you make sure to do whatever you can to be respectful. Your grandmother would be so proud of you.

The last time I saw someone pray in my shrine, they asked for so many things all at once. I wonder if the gods even remembered all of it. There were also those people who came just to ask for one thing but felt the need to repeat it many times for the prayer to be answered.

You, on the other hand, wish for nothing. You might look like you did on the outside, but you just stood there to pay your respect to the gods and nothing else.

When you turned around, I expected another goodbye and centuries of guilt for not even trying to talk to you. Instead, you waved at me and told me you’ll be back tomorrow with better food.

I don't usually expect much, but at that time I really hoped it wasn't just meaningless pleasantries.

But, you kept your promise and came back with food and some tools.

“I asked the neighborhood association if I could fix this place and they told me to do whatever I want. So I did.” You were crouching in front of me with a big grin. “I hope you didn’t mind that too.”

This place needs a little renovation anyway. I thought as I finished the food you brought for me.

From that day, you started to come almost every day. Sometimes you brought a friend, but most of the time you came by yourself.

For the first time in a very long time, I was waiting for the sun to rise so I could see you and listen to your stories.

Only to lose you again as a result of my carelessness.

The painful memory is engraved in my head. The day I left to find you a parting gift and returned late.

If you ever wondered what a broken heart sounds like, mine rang in my ears. Like two small bells held together by a thread. Clattered to the ground as it slipped from my mouth when I saw you laying on the ground, under the sacred tree where I used to wait for you to come.

There were cuts and bruises all over your body. Your clothes were torn in several places and stained with blood.

I have lived as a fox for so long I thought I had forgotten how to return to my human form. But, I remembered sprinting across the narrow path to you with fear creeping up my spine like a static shock when I pulled you into my arms.

I didn’t know how I turned back my hind legs to a pair of human legs and how my claws turned back to a pair of hands. All I know is your cold and limp body with your heartbeat so faint I could barely feel it.

“Mr. Fox?” You whispered hopefully.

I nodded. “I was late, please forgive me.”

Your pale lips curved into a teasing grin, looking as beautiful as ever even when your soul slowly left your body. “I always knew you weren’t just an ordinary fox.”

Anger tightened my chest as I caressed your cheek where I could see the color of life fade away from you in slow motion. Who dared to do such a heinous thing to you in my shrine?

“I’ll save you, please stay with me.” My voice was hoarse and shaky. I haven’t heard my voice for ages, but I’m glad I can finally use it to talk to you.

“No need, Mr. Fox.” Your brown eyes glowed under the sunlight as you tried to preserve every detail of my face in your memory. “It wouldn’t work the way you wanted.”

It was painful to look into your eyes. How come they were so full of life even on the verge of death?

“It’s a shame that I can only see the real you at times like this.” You slowly reached towards me, touching my face with the tips of your cold fingers as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” I sobbed, holding your hand close to my cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You replied with another faint smile. “My departure won’t be permanent. You should have known that better than me.”

“But, how long should I wait?” My voice cracked as I cried, the thought of living my old life without you makes my heart ache. “What if … what if you don’t—”

I cursed myself for not being born a human. I cursed the gods who brought us together just to take you away from me and forced me to live a very long life just to lose everything I ever had.

“I’ll be back,” you assured me. “And you’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

Your pretty smile faded away from your face as the last drop of your soul left me alone in my shrine with your lifeless body.

“I will,” I replied, kissing your knuckles. Wondering if you were still around to hear me.

I embraced you for the last time and buried you under the same tree. I spent days mourning for you, pouring out all my grief until there was only anger left.

Once the rage took over me, I searched the whole village to avenge your death. But, killing the culprit didn’t ease the pain like I thought it would.

So, I made the entire shrine your grave and put curses on anyone who dared to enter. I lashed my anger at the trespasser just to feel something that I hoped could fill the space you left in my heart.

I created quite a riot since you left me.

Until a young boy came to the shrine one day. He was an 18-year-old boy from the city. Even though he looked like a mere human, I knew better that he wasn’t.

A Handler always smells different from humans.

“You have caused a lot of trouble to the neighbors, don’t you know?” He asked politely, far more mature than any other grown-ups I ever encountered.

“They deserved it,” I told him. “And you would too if you don’t leave this place immediately.”

The boy ignored my threats and turned to look at your grave. A shiver ran down my spine as he took a step closer to you.

“Don’t you dare come near her!” I warned him. A Handler would be hard to kill, but I won’t let him mess with you too.

The boy stopped before he reached your grave and kneeled in front of it. He lowered his head and mumbled a prayer that I hadn't heard in a long time.

A prayer that wishes you a safe journey.

“I’ve met a lot of Entities like you, Mr. Fox.” He said afterward, still on his knees. “But, you can’t just wait here and hurt people until her return. Don’t you want to tell her your stories too?”

His words linger in my ears for a moment. I wonder how the thought of your return can instantly soothe my anger.

“The world is cruel, I admitted it.” The boy added as he stood up. “I know for sure I would probably be long gone myself once my parents returned from their departure, but you? You will be around once she comes back, won’t you?”

A gentle breeze caresses my cheek. For a moment, I think I can feel your presence around me.

“Come with me to the city.” The boy said. “So that you won't run out of stories to tell when she finally returns.”

And that’s the story of how a young boy saved me from my grief. I still have a lot of stories to tell you. How I met my friends and my newfound family. The city indeed has a lot of stories.

I can’t wait to sit by your side again once you return. Until then, I will pray for you to have a safe journey too.

-AN END TO A NEW BEGINNING

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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soft and tender (j.jungkook x reader)

warnings/tags: college!jungkook x reader, badass on the outside but soft bby on the inside yeah thats koo, quiet!reader, yeah that's it I forgot to edit this part :D

genre: fluff bro, fluff.

words: 821 words

a/n: cause koo looks so bby and squishy in his new ig post :D and maybe I got inspired by this. and this and this again welp D:

Tough and buff, you observe, as Jungkook discusses his next boxing session with his coach. You're here to pick him up as he so kindly asked you. More like bribed you with cake but hey, you're finally here. The place which made your Jungkook grow huge. You tap your fingers against the steering wheel restlessly and look out the window to see Jungkook bump fists with his coach and see his face light up at the sight of you. He rushes inside the car and jumps into the seat. "where's my cake?" you ask teasingly while you get kisses peppered all over your face. "give me my moment," he grumbles softly as he squishes your face,

"ah, its been too long since I saw you!" you lift an eyebrow, "it's been 3 days." "3 days too long, sweetheart. let's get your cake on the way and maybe some donuts? ooh what about those biscuits you like?" you gaze at him softly, finding no trace of the tough and buff guy from earlier. Yeah, this is the Koo you know well.

"tired, so tired" Jungkook mumbles as he finds solace for his head on your chest and makes your hand rub his back. You rub his back like muscle memory while you munch on the biscuits Jungkook bought you earlier and catch up on your TV show. Jungkook watches your free hand dust off the biscuit dust on your fingers and he catches it, stroking your hand with his thumb.

He remembers your hand patting his back softly, three summers ago, when he had gotten caught in a sudden downpour. He had started college and already messed up his first project. He remembers your warm jacket getting draped over him and your hand holding out a bubble tea. "I know it's not the drink for the weather but I hope this cheers you up." With tearful yet grateful doe eyes looking back at you, little did you know, you had done more than cheering him up.

You both met through your brother, Min Yoongi, who had sworn he had never seen anyone as introverted as his sister until he met Jeon Jungkook. You were curious to see the boy who made your usually unimpressed brother rave about him. Jungkook was inquisitive as well, wanting to know the person Yoongi praised with pride. You both had hit it off quite well, having similar interests and intriguing conversations. You were indeed surprised to find out the man who put up a tough front was actually a innocent, wide-eyed boy, who looked at the world with rose tinted glasses and a hopeless romantic. Jungkook was equally surprised to find the usual passive and demure you, a ferocious and snapping young girl who loved jumping at her brother's nerves.

Jungkook remembers smiling fondly at you showing off your little scars from baking when you were working in a bakery, wearing them like badges of honor. Jungkook remembers the first time you both fought, he was in near tears and you were shutting him out. It was something immature but he'll never forget the words you said, "no matter where I go or who I go to, I'll always come back to you. 'cause you're home, koo." Jungkook holds you tighter at that thought. He loves the way you love him. It's soft and tender, just right for his fragile and fractured self. He loves you and your little quirks, your morning bed head and your delectable food from your little kitchen. He thinks, no he knows, he's found the most perfect form of love he could ever find.

You're about to move to the next episode of The Crown, when you feel Jungkook hold you tightly. You glance at him just to see him lost in his thoughts, gazing at your hand. "earth to koo, I repeat, earth to koo," you say in a robotic voice as you boop his nose continuously.

Jungkook shakes your hand off and smiles, "I'm back, I was just thinking."

"oh no. what now?! please don't say bungee jumping, please don't say that," you whine dramatically as you recall the time Jungkook bungee-jumped in a rather unconventional way.

"no, you drama queen," he sits up and holds your waist, "thinking 'bout us" he says shyly as he buries his face in your neck and leaves a tiny peck there.

You giggle at the sensation and pull him closer, "and what were you thinking, oh my sweet love" you say, teasingly but meaning the cheesy words.

Jungkook lets out a laugh at that, "thinking about how soft and nice and sweet you are to me." You stroke his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer, even though you both are technically one now. "that's because you're my home. my safe haven and my provider for great entertainment and food!" Jungkook sighs and laughs at your dramatic statement. Yeah, that's the y/nie he knows.

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nonokoko13 · 3 years

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Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

#spy x family #sxf headcanons #sylvia sherwood #the handler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yor briar #thorn princess #daybreak #child!reader

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lovely-angst · 3 years

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!

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ptergwen · 3 years

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I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)

friends close, enemies closer

ik this is cherry BUT i had to

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness

a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)

you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.

you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.

the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.

peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.

bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.

this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.

you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.

that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.

“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”

god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.

“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.

about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.

“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”

here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.

you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”

he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.

“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”

of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…

you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.

“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.

he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.

you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”

your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”

he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?

“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”

although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.

would that be so terrible?

absolutely.

you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”

he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.

“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.

peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.

that’s a problem.

you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.

“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”

narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”

they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.

“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”

“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”

that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.

once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.

he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.

chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.

“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.

you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”

“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”

laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.

rivalry be damned.

“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”

you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.

“lead the way.”

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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Day 6: Hand Kink

Day 6 of Kinktober! Already almost a week in, huh… I figured I’d dip into the rich Japanese side of mythology this time. I hope this is an acceptable tribute… Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Trigger warnings for violence mentioned including physical assault, some family abuse dynamics, implied sexual assault (does not actually happen), and mild descriptions of death. Also sexual content including soft dom themes, PinV unprotected sex, entirely consensual.

Tags: Beast Youkai x reader, fox spirit x reader, exophilia, terato

Small Sun Showers

“It’s such a small thing, really.”

You slid the bag you’d brought into the hollow of the old tree. Avoiding the ropes strung around, you carefully sat on the rock next to the tree.

“I brought you some sweet buns, this time, with poppy seeds,” you said, ignoring the comment that had come from the dark hollow. “Since you said you missed some of the herbs.”

The sound of crinkling came from the hole, followed by the sounds of munching. “Attentive to me, as always, sweet one,” the disembodied voice cooed, though a moment later burning orange eyes stared at you from the darkness.

You studiously avoided the gaze, looking down at the grass under your feet. A sliver of shadow from the abandoned warehouse nearby fell over you, giving you some shade from the warm sun. As always, you didn’t respond to the epithets. You never did.

“How is the temple doing?” The voice asked.

“It’s fine,” you answered, almost automatically. “The festival is coming up soon, so everyone is excited.”

“And yet you do not, hmm?” The eyes tilted, as though the head had cocked at her curiously.

Your eyes slid away, more towards the forest beyond the tree. Unconsciously, your fingers tugged at the long sleeves you wore, despite the warm weather.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admitted. “As a Shrine Maiden, I’m supposed to be doing the Miko Kagura. I’ve been practicing, but…”

“You wear long sleeves again.” A hint of suspicion crept into the voice.

Despite yourself, you flinched. “I— I’m just-“

A low growl issued from the tree. “A spirit has been harassing you again, hasn’t it. Why haven’t you called an exorcist? Or told your Father, the Priest?”

You turned your head away. “It’s been contracted by someone else,” you admitted, voice thin. “I… can’t tell Papa.”

A pause. “Because it was bought at a high price.” A sneer laced the voice. “Then how do you plan to get rid of it? You can’t hold it off forever yourself. And it’s already injured you, hasn’t it.”

You shook your head. “I’ll find out a way. I can’t bother anyone else with it.” Your eyes slid closed, the bruises mottled up your arm throbbing.

“Or you could create a contract with something far more powerful,” came the slick purr. “If you’d only break the talisman, I would make a contract with you, sweet one.” The sealed beast offered, for not the first time.

“You are a beast youkai,” you answered, voice steady. “It is against your nature to bind yourself to anyone, much less become the guardian spirit of a small temple.” You reminded both him and yourself.

“Unless we have reason. Even the mightiest of beasts might be swayed by beauty such as yours.”

A bitter smile twisted your lips as you turned your face away. You? As if. The beast youkai only even spoke to you because you gave it food and paid attention to it out of your own loneliness, not because it somehow cared about you. You couldn’t bring yourself to really believe that.

With a soft sigh, you plucked at your sleeves. “What do you want me to bring you next time?”

But the voice stayed quiet for a moment. When it spoke again, something in its voice had changed. “Do you truly not believe me? I do not lie when I say that I would bind myself to you. I would never let you be injured. I would protect you, like your family cannot. I would hold you close,” the voice said, a dreamy tone in its voice, “and I would shower you with everything you deserve.”

You fought the tears that welled in your eyes as you abruptly stood, grabbing your bag. “If you don’t have any requests, I’ll just bring anything,” you interrupted, struggling to make sure your voice didn’t waver.

A sigh, so soft that you wondered if it were only the wind. “A meat bun.”

You nodded, then headed back down the hillside towards home. Reaching up, you angrily smeared your tears from your cheeks, breath hitching on your sobs.

You could never allow yourself to believe the words of a youkai, much less a powerful and dangerous one like him. No matter how sweet his words, how genuine they sounded… Everyone always lied to you. He would be no exception.

You tried to ignore the little part of you that wondered if maybe, just maybe, dying at the hands of the youkai would be better than continuing the misery of your life.

“Fouuuund youuuu.” A yawning mouth sprang from the darkness, black eyes fixed with crazed bloodlust on your body.

You dropped to the floor, scrambling across the hardwood to slide towards the doorway. Leaping back up, you ran for your life. Your breaths came fast and shallow as you blindly ran, tripping through the dark halls of the temple. Behind you, you could hear cackling laughter as its talons scrabbled after you.

You reached out your hand, then burst though the main doors, stumbling across the stones out front. Looking up, you froze.

An entire group of men stood in front of you, all staring at you with leering, jeering faces. The one in the front, the one your brain automatically assumed was the leader, stepped forwards.

“Well, well. Would you look at that.” He grinned, his eyes sliding over your shoulder.

Something grabbed your arm, wrenching you back. You stifled a cry, sinking your teeth into your lip as claws brutally dug into the bruises already all up your arm. The spirit held you, its tight grip almost unbearable.

“I guess the boy must really hate his family, huh?” the man sneered, hands in his pockets as he stared at you down his nose. Reaching out with his foot, he kicked at you like some sort of trash. “To think that he’d offer his own younger sister in exchange for his debts.”

Your heart sank. Of course. Your brother who had gotten into debt with the yakuza. Of course he’d offer you: the only girl, the precious little shrine maiden.

Sadly enough, it didn’t even surprise you. But at least now you figured out why the spirit had haunted you in particular so insistently, and how much trouble you were in. Which, you snorted bitterly to yourself, was a lot. Probably at risk of your life, at best.

A wild thought flashed through your head, desperate but somehow… insistent. Your eyes briefly scanned the crowd of men. You were smaller than most of them, and probably in better shape at this point. If you managed to get a brief head start, you weren’t too far away— enough to maybe be able to get there just fast enough. But you’d have to immobilize the spirit first, at least temporarily.

Thickly, you swallowed, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. You had enough. Just enough for one— Your other hand landed on the spirit’s as your eyes flew open. The spirit let out a piercing shriek, letting go of you as the searing spiritual energy burst through your palm. You didn’t hesitate.

Breaking into a dead sprint, you headed straight for the hill behind the temple. Behind you, you could hear the angry shouts of the men as they started after you. You pushed yourself, ignoring it, taking as many shortcuts as you could, heart pounding in your ears as you gasped for air. Your legs were starting to ache, and you could hear them gaining on you; but the warehouse was in sight.

Skidding around the corner, you ran straight for the tree. Your hand reached for the talisman.

When the yakuza men caught up to you, they found you kneeling at the base of the tree, a shattered seal at your feet.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you whispered into the hollow. “Please… if you help me, just this once… I’ll give you myself in exchange,” you promised weakly.

“It’s too late now, little girl,” the boss sneered, starting to step towards you. “You’re coming with us.”

But before he could say anything more or another move was made, a dark mist began to swirl around the area. Shouts of confusion arose as the mist covered everything, too dark to see through, almost too dark to even move in safely. A low, grating laugh spilled from the darkness, just as you felt yourself being lifted up.

Startled, you gasped softly and clung to the solidity you could feel under your fingers. Lips parted, you stared at the familiar orange eyes that slowly materialized in front of you. A wide, fanged grin split the darkness underneath the eyes; and slowly, a body started to emerge from the swirling dark mist.

“Well hello there, my sweet one,” the familiar voice cooed. Long, pitch black hair tied in a low ponytail framed a pale face. The beast youkai, one that you now recognized as a Fox, held you effortlessly in one arm, pulling you close to his chest. He towered above the ground, dwarfing you in every way possible. His entire hand curled around almost your entire thigh.

You swallowed. “H-hello,” you whispered tremulously, not even sure what to think at this point.

“You released me,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on you. He leaned forward, and his nose brushed against your cheek as a soft purr rumbled through his chest, reverberating down into you.

Your fingers clenched in his robe, surprise flittering through you that he wasn’t… leaving. Or killing you.

“My brave darling,” the youkai fairly gushed, nosing against you. “Now I can finally fulfill my promise to you.”

“Promise?” you repeated dumbly, mind whirling. What-?

He chuckled. “I told you, didn’t I? That I would contract with you, if you set me free. Protect you, cherish you as you should be.”

He’d actually meant it? What?

“I…” You stared up at his orange eyes, fixed on you intensely. Your breath stuck in your throat as the familiar ache of longing overcame you. Reminded you of your stupidity, falling in love with the beast youkai that you thought would never even glance at you if he were free.

“Of course I’ll do anything for you,” he purred, his tongue flicking out to briefly lick away the tear-streak on your cheek. “As if I would deny you when you offer me the one thing I truly desire more than anything else.” He grinned, eyes sparking. “You.”

And then his fingers tilted your chin up, and your eyes squeezed shut as his lips landed on yours. The kiss was warm and soft, surprisingly so. You could feel your spiritual energy gravitating towards him, could feel it wrapping around him, infusing him, as he made a contract binding him to you and your spiritual energy. He reluctantly let go of your lips, the dizzying kiss making your head spin as you gasped for breath.

“My name is Kaz, sweet one,” he murmured, orange eyes half-lidded in simmering contentment.

Unthinkingly, you repeated the name. “Kaz…”

His eyes glowed. “Now then. Why don’t we start with these filth?”

In the next moment, the mist cleared to reveal that everyone now stood in the empty warehouse. Kaz still held you in his arm, keeping you close against his chest as he stared at the yakuza men starting to reorient themselves.

The boss cursed, glaring at you and Kaz. “Hand her over,” he spat, bristling. “She’s ours.”

But Kaz only laughed, his teeth baring as feral glee glittered in his eyes. “Give you my precious shrine maiden?” he cackled. “Didn’t you ever consider the fact that she is in fact a shrine maiden at a temple, with her own powerful spiritual energy? Enough to make a contract with a powerful beast like me?” He licked his lips. “And your blood… smells wonderful.”

Some of the men started to look wary, clearly leery about the sheer size of Kaz, especially in comparison with you.

Kaz tilted his head toward you, just as he flicked his fingers. A soft sort of puffy cloud materialized beside him, and he gently set you on it. “Stay here while I get rid of these nuisances,” he said gently, his fingers brushing across your cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” With one last sickeningly sweet smile, he turned towards the men. A sword materialized in his hand, practically the size of your entire body.

You looked away, bile rising in your throat. The blood drained from your face as you heard the men screaming, the sound of the carnage making you reach up to clap your hands over your ears. Though you were sure the men were far from innocent or deserving of mercy, the brutality of their deaths was undeniable. A high-pitched, inhuman shriek indicated that the spirit they’d contracted had also been shredded by Kaz.

It made you wonder. How powerful was Kaz, exactly-?

After another moment, you felt Kaz lift you up again in his arm. Eyes flying open, you grasped at his shoulders as he pulled you close against himself again. His other blood-spattered hand still held his sword, but his eyes were adoringly fixed on you.

Reaching up, you absently wiped away a tiny drop of blood off of his jaw. “Thank you,” you whispered. Despite yourself… you felt safe.

His eyes visibly lit up, and his grin widened as he gazed up at you. “Ah, my darling praises me!” You could swear his eyes had hearts in them. “Do I get a kiss?” His grin turned teasing.

You swallowed thickly. “I… I promised you myself if you helped me,” you said weakly. “It’s all I can really give you… besides my spiritual energy—“

Kaz leaned forwards, his face so close that you could almost feel his breath against your lips. “Be my bride,” he whispered, his voice a heady murmur.

You breath hitched. “K-Kaz?” Had you… heard him right-?

“You offered me yourself, darling,” he purred. “So, be my bride. I am contracted to you, aren’t I? So I will be an impertinent beast and ask the shrine maiden to be my bride without shame.”

You closed your eyes. “Okay,” you whispered.

He paused, as though he himself didn’t believe you’d agreed.

Because you both knew that as a youkai contracted to someone with spiritual energy, you had the power to entirely command him to do anything… and deny him anything. Yet here you were, agreeing to be his bride.

“Okay, Kaz,” you repeated, not meeting his eyes. You could feel the color splash across your face.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t as though you really had many other options. Kaz could promise you some sort of safety even against your own family, and his power was certainly enough to protect you against other youkai. It had taken one of the highest-complexity talismans to even seal him away in the first place, and you could already feel through the contract how powerful he was.

The idea of being his bride… wasn’t really disagreeable.

“Darling,” Kaz breathed. His lips gently slid against yours, the touch soothing and almost… grounding. “I’ll be a most devoted husband, I promise,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes and decided that you would try to believe.

The talisman had been such a small thing, really.

You smiled as you walked down the street, stretching your hand out to gather the raindrops that pattered down and pooled in your palm. The weather had been beautiful, but despite the warm sunshine and hardly a cloud being in the sky, it had still decided to rain.

Pausing in the middle of the empty sidewalk, you lifted your face and let the raindrops splash against your face in a cooling shower. You loved the rain, the way it seemed to wash away all your heavy worries and soothe the ragged edge in your soul.

A shadow fell over you, and you opened your eyes to see Kaz standing above you, smiling down at you. He leaned down and swept you up into his arm, one hand holding your thigh while the other wrapped around your waist. A startled laugh fell from your lips as you held onto his shoulders.

“Is my darling enjoying the fox wedding?” he cooed.

You flushed, just then realizing the common name for the burst of cloudless rain. You gave him a shy smile, then nodded.

He chuckled. “Should we celebrate, sweet one? I can give you a gift, if you like.” Between one breath and another, he’d shifted you both somewhere else.

You gasped, eyes widening as you saw that you were floating on a soft, wispy cloud, now deep in the forest on the outskirts of town. A place no other people were, where the rain pattered softly against the leaves of the trees and dripped to the undisturbed grasses below. Flowers bloomed beneath your cloudy carpet ride, and you leaned over to brush your fingers through the colorful blooms.

The cloud rose a little, coming to a stop and floating peacefully. Kaz pulled you into his lap, his hands wrapping around your entire waist. He smiled, watching your expressions as you looked around in delight.

“And what do you think of your wedding veil, my darling bride?” Kaz murmured, leaning down to brush his nose against your hair.

You looked down at the long, wispy cloud under you, and smiled. “It’s pretty. Thank you, Kaz.” You tilted your head back to smile at him.

His orange eyes flared, and he caught your lips in a burning kiss that seared through you like foxfire. Letting out a surprised squeak, you grasped his robe, fingers tangling in it for support as he pulled you closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. Your head spun as your eyes fluttered closed.

When he finally parted, you gasped a little for air, blinking dazedly. His hand gently slid up your waist and side, sliding to your back, pulling you flush against him. He pressed another kiss to your lips. You realized, with a burst of embarrassment, that the rain had entirely soaked your shirt, plastering it to your body and leaving rather little to the imagination.

“Darling, my darling,” Kaz murmured against your lips, “won’t you let me touch you?” His hands slid down your body, fingers caressing you sensually.

You bit your lip, heat staining your face. It wasn’t fair. He knew your weakness for his hands. His large, strong hands that held you close, admired your body with touch. His calloused, capable hands that protected you, defended you, worked for you.

You nodded shyly, peeking up at him. Your lips parted in a gasp as his hands slid under your shirt, starting to map out your skin. His tongue slid against yours in a soft kiss, almost distracting you from how his hands deftly explored your body.

It almost startled you when your back landed against the cloud, Kaz hovering above you with his hands wrapped around your waist. His robe slipped open, sliding down his shoulders as he observed you with burning eyes.

“So beautiful, darling,” he purred, his hands trailing down to your pants. “Can I touch? Please?”

Shyly, you nodded, one hand over your mouth as you let out a quiet whimper, chest heaving with breath. Kaz’s hands were so broad, so warm… handled you with such a reverent sort of gentility and softness that you couldn’t help but bask in it, melt into it.

A steady purr rumbled through his chest as he kissed his way down your jaw and neck, fingers sliding into your pants and underwear to pull them off. Sliding his hands under you, he pulled your body up against him, lips sliding across yours.

Your hands braced you against his chest as you gasped, feeling his cock land heavily against your stomach. It throbbed against you, but he quickly distracted you as one hand slid into your hair, pulling your head back. He pressed a kiss to your lips, his mouth hot against your skin.

“So tiny and sweet,” Kaz mumbled against your neck, his voice half-drunk. His fingers slid across your thigh wrapped around his waist, and he lowered his hips, pushing you into the plush softness of the cloud. Your mind started to fuzz, entirely focused on the way his hands grasped at you, somehow greedy and gentle all at once, and the way he handled you with that deft confidence yet tender infatuation.

“Kaz,” the moan left your lips before you could quite help it, your entire body humming at every brush of his fingers.

His answering hum was low and amused as he started to gently slide into you, making you gasp and arch. His cock slid into you without resistance. You’d gotten so wet just thanks to his soft touches and gentle attention. He murmured your name against your lips as he slid wholly into you, seating himself inside with a heavy breath.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you tried to somehow ground yourself. Everything had started to go fuzzy, especially as his hands wrapped entirely around your hips and pulled you down onto his cock, his grasp iron as he ground up into you.

His pace, once he started thrusting, stayed steady and almost agonizingly slow. But when you whined, he chuckled and slid his fingers between your lips instead. You let his lithe fingers gently play with your tongue, while his other hand kept you anchored to him.

You could feel the coil inside you steadily growing, getting tighter, closer to the edge. Everything felt so hazy and light, like the solidity of his body was the only real thing, the only think that mattered. Like his hands were the only things that kept you grounded, held you down, safe from drifting away.

“K-Kaz.” Your teary eyelids opened to gaze up at his face.

“Does this please you, my darling?” Kaz murmured, sliding his fingers out of your mouth and down to press against your clit.

“I— I love you.” Your fingers curled against his chest.

His orange eyes widened, then flooded with that pure, infatuated adoration. “I love you, my sweet darling,” he purred, kissing you. “And I am so entirely yours.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, your orgasm washing over you with a force that left you lightheaded and dizzy. The pleasure suffused your entire body until you were gasping, tears streaking down your cheeks as you whimpered.

You finally floated down from your high to the feeling of Kaz’s hands sweeping over you. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your skin. He pulsed inside you, but still kept his pace slow and steady as he fucked you through the aftershocks.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His hands clenched around your hips, and he let out a groan as he rested his head beside yours. You could tell that he was so close, his hips starting to stutter.

“You feel so lovely, so warm and tight and soft, darling,” Kaz groaned. “Please, can I—“

“It’s okay, Kaz,” you reassured sweetly, voice shy. “You can.”

He jerked one more time, sinking into you with a low groan. His entire body shuddered as he came, pouring into you as he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints. For once, you didn’t mind the bruises.

Pulling back, he caught your lips in a deep kiss, mouth slanting over yours. He poured the love, the gratitude, the adoration between your lips until you felt as though you could drown in it.

“I will always protect you,” he promised against your lips.

And for once, you believed the promise.

It was such a small thing, really.

#elysiadjarinkinktober #elysiadjarin #my writing #mywriting #x reader #kinktober #fox spirit x reader #Youkai #japanese mythology #Youkai x reader #Exophilia #monster x human #nsft #smut #terato #monsterboyfriend #monsterlover #monsterfucker #x you

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1-800-roflmao · 3 years

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Peaches ||

Fandom: Underswap, Undertale AU

Pairing: Pre-established Reader x Papyrus <Stretch>

Just something cute, humorous, and short. Reader has been craving sweets and Blue wants to know why. Warning: Unedited. I literally just typed this up as a warm up.

Theme: Pregnancy, Fluff, Cravings

“Uh… Y/N?”

�� You hummed around your mouthful of peaches to let Blue know you heard him.

“... while I’m happy to see you eating something healthier,” the skeleton monster started, pausing to mull over just how to approach what he wanted to ask. You practically inhaling yet another large spoonful spurred him to settle on bluntness, “You’re eating peaches straight from the jar. Normally, this wouldn’t be too concerning, but-” His jaw dropped as he watched you upturn the glass and gulp down the syrup, “THAT! That’s not normal. You’ve been eating and drinking sugary… uh-EVERYTHING!”

You drug your tongue along the rim in an effort to catch the last of the juice before giving the grimacing skeleton your attention, “So?”

“SO?!” Blue sounded scandalized by your blaise attitude to your sudden sweet tooth. “You’re not the least bit worried?” he prodded, a gloved hand shooting out to sit you back down when you tried to get up and look for something else to munch on or drink.

Were you worried? You hadn’t been, but how Blue was acting had you reflecting.

Blue stayed quiet, watching your expression morph from indifference to puzzled to finally settling on something he couldn’t define as horror or shock, maybe both? Mortification? Either way, your eyes had widened, mouth opening in a little “o”, as you looked up into his concerned blue orbs.

“Blue?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“How long ago did you notice my… cravings start?” you asked, swallowing thickly around the knot trying to lodge itself in your throat.

The stout skeleton cocked his head as he thought it over. Had it been when he saw you putting extra scoops of sugar into your coffee or tea one morning? Maybe the time you had drowned your pancakes in your maple syrup, rather than making a pool next to them so you could dip? No… “Four weeks ago, I think,” he finally settled on, “You asked for sugar in your grits. You never ask for sugar in your grits.” Rather than your normal reaction of disgust at the idea, you seemed to nearly drool. He frowned, “Why? You know what’s going on?”

You swallowed once more so you could speak, but no sound made it past your lips. Oh gods, you did not imagine ever having to talk about this or even mention it to Blue. You couldn’t think of anything else causing this. It all lined up too perfectly. But how would Blue react? How would STRETCH react?

“Hey, hey,” Blue cupped your face and made you face him again. He could see you spiraling. “We’re besties, remember?” he murmured, “Promise whatever it is, I’ll be here for you. We’ll figure this out-”

“Pregnant...”

“...” Blue’s mind stalled at that word, “Care to repeat that?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, sucking in a breath, before pushing out the word again, “I might be pregnant, Blue.” You cracked an eye open when he hadn't made a sound or so much as twitched. You gulped as you saw his sockets were wide and empty, perma smile frozen, and you swore you could feel his magic even freeze in place against your skin through his gloves. “B-Blue?” you called. No reaction. “Best friend?” A twitch finally, “You okay there?”

Finally, he seemed to explode with life, quite literally. His magic jumping and tickling your cheeks where he still held you. His eye lights seemed to be having trouble on what shape to settle on, snapping between hearts and stars. “I’M MORE THAN OKAY!” Volume control seemed to be out the window and suddenly you were weightless, plucked from your seat and twirled around by the monster, “I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE! AN UNCLE!”

His joy was infectious and chased away your own apprehension, pulling laughter from you as he finished one last three-sixty and pulled you into a hug. “You’ll be the coolest uncle, Blue~” you assured as his mweh-heh-hehs filled the room. His babbles about what he and his future niece or nephew could do was interrupted by a thump and the sound of something rolling on the floor.

You both looked over to see Stretch standing in the archway of the room. A grocery bag on the floor next to him and a can of what looked to be more peaches rolling along the floor. Your stomach growled at the sight of the sweet canned good and Blue giggled as he heard it clearly. “Brother, you’re home! Just in time!” Blue eased you down onto your feet.

The taller skeleton didn’t speak for a moment. His honey colored eyelights moving between your and Blue and back. You wondered how much he heard. “In time for what?” he finally asked, his voice lacking it’s usual carefree edge. He definitely heard.

Blue, still too excited and lacking a filter at the moment, blurted the great news, “I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!” He was practically bouncing. You, on the other hand, were twisting your hands and wishing the floor would open up. No, you wished you could take a shortcut to somewhere else, anywhere else. You were not ready for this!

“An uncle?” Stretch parroted. Blue… oh bless him, but he decided it was best to do his best impression of Will Smith showing off his wife at that moment as he stretched out his arms and spread his digits dramatically in your direction. Biting your lip as a blush threatened to engulf you, you peeked up at the tall skeleton to see him just staring and his eyes locked with yours as soon he noticed you looking. He didn’t have to say a word. The look in his eyes begging for your confirmation and taking one more breath, you nodded with a shy smile.

You watched him take a deep breath, despite not needing to breath, and just hold it, eyes closed. Just as you began to worry, you found yourself wrapped up in his arms and surrounded by the smell of tobacco and honey. “Are you sure?” he mumbled, nuzzling the top of your head.

“I still need to take a test, but everything lines UP-!” your words cut off as he dropped to his knees, arms still wrapped tight around your waist, but now his forehead was pressed against your tummy. His eyelights were fuzzy and soon enough, you could hear him rattling. “Stretch?”

He hummed.

“Are those happy rattles?” you inquired, placing a hand atop his skull.

“Very,” he answered, ignoring Blue’s laughter next to them.

Whatever remnants of worry you had melted away, only to be replaced with a new wave

as the skeleton leant against you went limp. “Stretch?!” You cupped his face and tilted it up to check on him just to see a content smile on his teeth and his sockets closed.

Blue blew raspberries into the air at his passed out brother, “Leave it to him to nap even in this situation,” he jeered lightheartedly.

“Maybe the baby will take after him and sleep a lot, too? Make it easy on us?” you joked, giggling and missing how Blue looked away with a cheeky smile. Oh, he HOPED the little baby bones was JUST like Papyrus.

#underswap #undertale au #us papyrus #us sans #papyrus x reader #papyrus x you #undertale imagines #undertale fanfiction #reader insert #pregnancy #cute #fluff

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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Can I request Leona winning Fem!Mc heart out of all of the dorm leaders? like they all propose to her and she chooses him?

A Lion Just For Me - Leona X Reader

This ask made me so giddy, I hope you appreciate this piece!

The day after your birthday, was undeniably the most chaotic day in NRC that they'd ever seen.

It was an all out war.

~○~

Leona as usual, was in bed despite the late afternoon. However, this time, he didn't want to be the lazy lion he usually was. Yesterday… on your birthday… He messed up. He planned the entire proposal during that time, and yet… he didn't. He didn't ask you.

"So… You didn't ask her?" Ruggie repeated, folding the scattered cloths on the floor. Leona groaned again, shuffling in the sheets.

"No… because I was too nervous…"

"Mhm… and you've been repeating that for the past 2 hours…" Ruggie sighed. The ring Leona prepared for you was left on the bedside, as well as a small paper with Leona's proposal script underneath it. He didn't know how he chickened out so fast. The date night was going so well… but perhaps it wasn't.

Maybe you didn't want a thrown-away spoilt prince like him. Maybe you didn't even deserve someone like him. Maybe… Maybe you wouldn't even want to marry him. Maybe… Maybe it was useless…

"Oh? How strange… Quite odd to see a sad Kingscholar…"

Leona for once sat up straight. He sneered at the two figures that were at his door. "Vil… and Rook… What the hell do you want?"

Vil, who was observing his nails meticulously, curtly replied. "YN LN huh? I wanted to confirm for myself if you were still pursuing her. I have to make sure after all because she's my bride too!"

"HAH?!"

Ruggie sighed. "They assumed your date didn't work out so I bet all the hot shots of the school are gonna propose to her."

"Not 'going to'. If I'm not mistaken… Al-Asim and Ashengrotto are on their way…"

~○~

You, as usual, decided to eat outside with Grim. He was having a feast as usual, and you were spoiling him with treats. You weren't your usual enthusiastic self though. There was a particular lion of yours that you missed… You hadn't seen him all day, so you wondered if he was alright.

"YN? Is that you?"

A sudden call broke your thoughts. Grim, who was still munching on his sandwich, was nowhere to be found… You looked up, meeting Trey and Cater's gazes. They both bowed deeply to you, and Trey extended his hand to you. "We're here to escort you to Riddle. He asked for you."

You followed, after quickly packing your things. You're sure that Grim would find you later… And you should go to Savanaclaw after this too for Leona. You went along with it, under the premise that it was an urgent situation.

To your surprise, it was a fairly elegant tea party, with Riddle at the head of the table. "YN! Cater, you should've announced her in!"

Cater said his half-hearted sorries, pulling a chair for you right next to Riddle. "What's the occasion?"

Riddle's face flushed, his hands fumbling through his pockets. "I… I tried to do things perfectly for you of course! Accept it cordially!" He said, a small box in his hand.

"YN, I love you, with all my heart," Riddle said, getting on one knee, extending his arm with a box revealing a red, heart shaped gem on a gold ring band. "Will you stand next to me, as the King to the Queen?"

"Riddle… I-"

The reply was quickly cut off by… Kalim and Jamil on brooms… How could this day get any weirder?! Kalim hopped off his broom, dashing to you as Jamil gently carried a silk pillow with a thin gold chain entangled with orange and green crystals intertwined with the chain.

"HOLD UP!" Kalim held his hands up, shoving Riddle aside from flying into an outrage. "I haven't had my input!"

Kalim was on his knees, the pillow handed over to him. He presented the bracelet to you, "YN, YN, my gorgeous desert lotus… I've waited for this moment. I searched for you throughout the school, but besides that… I want you to be my Zahra, YN. For now and forever."

"W-Wait…" You crossed your arms to prevent any jewelry slipping onto your hands or fingers. "Are you both proposing to me at the same time?"

"Yes," They said in unison.

"I ca-"

…Silver and Sebek just had to snatch you up. You didn't scream, it wasn't as if they were going to harm you. At least they got you out of that awkward situation… Now to deal with Malleus… You had the gist of what was going on, but your heart wasn't prepared.

"Silver! Don't drop Waka-sama's bride!"

Soon, you landed in another part of the school's field and Malleus was there, holding a wreath of what seemed to you as dark branches with speckles of green on the tips. The tips were pointed as the spokes, which made it look like a tiara…

"There you are, my human," He said, his tall figure looming over you. "This crown… If you wear it, you will be my queen of the Valley of Thorns and you will rule over all of Fae kind."

His hand circled your wrist, bringing his lips to kiss the front of your hand. "Please, consider my feelings… YN."

"Move back YN!"

On instinct, you did and before you knew it, the Diasomnia quartet were dumped with… water… Oh dear. Two pairs of arms snatched you away, leaving Malleus and the other three looking like pitiful drowned cats. Cat… Where is Leona?!

"Azul?!"

The Tweels presented you to Azul, who was waiting for you by the balcony. If you listened closely, you could hear Sebek yelling at the senior Octavinelle twins, most likely for drenching Waka-sama.

Azul was not the sharp, calm and collected Dorm Leader you saw on the first day of school. He was blushing, his cheeks pink and his hands shaking as he held a pearl necklace, with an octopus charm in the middle.

"YN, this is very ungentlemanly of me, but I had to get you away from that Fae," He defended himself, as you looked beyond the balcony to see if the Diasomnia Quartet were alright.

"Don't blame Azul," Jade bowed to you.

Floyd bowed as well, tipping his hat to you. "It was our idea~"

"A-Anyway!" He coughed, catching your attention. "This necklace… Angelfish, if you accept my love, please wear it. It's a symbol of our union, and in your terms… you and I would be married. If you truly love me then-"

THWIP!

An arrow got in the way between you and Azul. And… you were carried off by your waist by Rook. "Ah~ Fabulous shot from me, but unfortunately I must play with you another day Roi d'Effort!"

Vil and Epel in the garden, with a very annoyed Epel. Actually… you were very much annoyed too. You kept your composure though, they were your friends too. Vil wasn't wearing his uniform, instead wearing a pure white coat where the ends extended to the ground, mimicking a dress. Well… you'd be lying if you weren't stunned by his beauty.

Vil had a small purple velvet box in his hand, and the moment Rook released you from his arms, Epel took your hand and guided you to the centre of the garden. Vil was already waiting, and when you were by his side, he revealed a lavender coloured gem encircled by a silver band.

"YN, my little sweet potato," He took a deep breath. "I understand that we have differences, but you complete me. I want you to be by my side, to complete each other for I love you, LN YN."

You took Vil's hand, closing the box. "Vil, I know-"

"I have to interrupt this moment."

There was Ortho, pushing aside Rook and Epel. Epel at this point didn't care, but kept his tongue shut as Rook warned you and Vil him.

It was not as quick as Ortho, who had a grip on your waist, and soon, you were flying. The flight was short though, as Ortho landed to where you remembered having your lunch. You didn't know what he was looking for, but Ortho called out the bushes.

"Idia-nii… Please get out of the bushes."

After some time of rustling, Idia pops out of the bushes, his hand gripping to an expensive looking box. He tumbled on his steps, and you rushed to help him up. "Idia! Are you okay?"

He opened the box, with a dark blue gem sitting in the middle of the box. "Y-Yeah… but I… I might feel better if you accept my proposal, so… Marry me?"

Idia this time… was interrupted by the other Dorm Leaders rushing towards you. Riddle and Kalim were still butting heads, and so were Azul and Vil. Malleus was glaring at Azul, and Idia was glaring at the rest of them for interrupting his proposal. It blew up into an argument about who had the right to propose, and who was being selfish.

"HEY! GET AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!"

There was only one person you knew who could roar like that, and that was…

"LEONA!"

With tears at the corners of your eyes, you ran and jumped into the arms of your lion. He spun you around, laughing as he finally had you in his arms, where you belonged. He set you down, not hesitating to get on his knees.

"YN, my little herbivore YN… I'm sorry I was such a coward yesterday," He said, opening the box with a golden ring inside. "I meant to do this. I'm sorry for doubting myself, and I'm sorry doubting your love. I'd never run from you again, so will you marry-"

He never finished his sentence, as you tackled him to the ground. "Yes! Yes yes yes Leona I'll marry you!" You laughed. Leona, for a time in his life, cried tears of joy, swinging you around as he boasted about his success to everyone.

When your feet met the ground, you turned to the Dorm Leaders. You bowed to them, "Everyone… I appreciate your feelings, but Leona's the one for me," You said. "I… I'm sorry I never noticed any of your feelings, but please support my love as I would yours."

They all nodded, some with a few tears, and some with smiles on their faces.

"YN…" Leona pulled you in, slipping the ring on your finger. "Gosh I love you…"

#twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland leona #twst dorm leaders #twst leona kingscholar #twst x reader

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