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katsukikitten · 7 months

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Imma end up in jail again if we don't play soon.

One fucking gig won't kill us and I'll stay on the stage

Gyuutaro stares down at the group chat with the other three members, cigarette hanging from his lips when he goes to type his reply to Hakuji.

We should do somethin soon.

Antsy

Three dots pop up under the eldest members name before they disappear for a long moment.

Gyuutaro's phone pings, showing Hakuji has messaged him privately. He taps the banner with his long thumb, bringing his free hand up to grab his smoke between two fingers. A soft kissing sound comes from his lips as he pulls a drag while moving the filter away for a moment.

Is she with Karaku?

A picture is attached to the message. Gyutaro exhales loudly, plume of smoke escaping his lips to punctuate his sigh.

This was a dangerous game, one the lead singer has played himself before between his little sister and his vixen.

He opens the attachment anyway, recognizes you right away. Knew that outfit you had on was a signature go to, not to mention your sharp black tipped claws.

And if I don't answer

The reply comes faster than Gyuutaro expects.

Then I'll show the fuck up and he'll need his shit wired shut.

He knows the drummer is serious, gritting his teeth before flicking the ash off his smoke.

haku I think you'll show up either way

Taro goes to check your location before another banner pops up.

I don't like how he gives her pills

He lets it fall away, he doesn't like it either. Hates how the Hantangu brother describes how he slips xans to pretty girls. The video viral with his curling tongue that quivers as it holds a five letter bar before pulling it into his mouth and dry swallowing. That stupid tattoo in kanji spelling out pleasure when he presents his tongue to show it's gone. Gyutaro doesn't pretend to know what's going on between you and the infamous drummer who's temper has only worsened in the last year or so. Especially doesn't try to understand when he saw Hakuji coming out of your room with a growling snarl and sad eyes when Gyutaro had come back to pack more of his shit to half way move in with his own woman Gyutaro himself was trying to reconcile with. The two exchanged a heavy and silent conversation with just a glance of their blue eyes before moving on. Hakuji slipping into the sun that stung his eyes and skin while Gyutaro slithered into the dark to pack his duffle that sat behind your couch he was too long for.

I'll call her

Don't move Haku m serious

Akaza stares down at his phone, letting the smoke clear his lips with a loud exhaling hiss. The nicotine does little to starve off the rage that wells up in his belly. Hot and searing as it moved around his intestines, settled in his sinew and muscles making his fingers itch.

Burn with the need to break something in his deadly touch. His phone already a victim despite being brand new. Glass cracked to hell and it was a wonder it even responded to the touch of his midnight blue thumbs.

He lets the saliva gather in his mouth, forces it past his lips as he spits onto the ground making damn sure the wet muscle is dry before he extinguishes the hot red cherry onto his lolling tongue.

Hearing a soft sizzle as he stamps the burning ash into the same spot again, twisting it as he does, done so often that now his eyes don't even water anymore. Running the tip along the sharp edge of his teeth doesn't even cause him to hiss, momentarily wondering if his tongue bar had fallen out again when he doesn't hear a soft clink before jarring memories of him pulling it out roughly because he wouldn't need them anymore.

Only got the piercings for you not because you asked but because he thought it'd bring you more pleasure and oh did that rod shoved in the tip of his tongue bring you so much fucking pleasure. He can almost taste you even with the ash clotted up the half healed holes of his venom piercing.

He trusts Gyutaro to save you if you need it, at least he has to now. You've only become more volatile since sending that voice memo and him staying the night. Left alone in the morning wrapped up in the smell of you.

He decides he needs another cigarette, chain smoking as he's finished half his fucking pack already and he realizes too late he's just grabbed and burned his lucky. Muttering a hissed "Fuck."

Forboding as he breaks an old tradition that many aren't sure where it started. The lucky turned upside down when one opened a new pack of cigs and was meant to be last, savored. Then something good was supposed to come around.

But Akaza only ever had good luck when you picked his lucky after insisting you open his pack and 'take care of him' like he did you.

It didn't matter now. Nothing did. He was left to float through time and space too far separated from any star or celestial body to provide any sort of warmth or comfort. You were the center of his universe.

And he wasn't afraid to admit that.

Your phone in your purse rings once, twice, three times going through the full cycle but you're a little preoccupied at the moment. Karaku's strong fingers gripping your cheeks as he slips a Xanax into your mouth with a sly tongue kiss. Your eyes widen for a moment but he just winks, keeping your jaw closed so you couldn't spit it out until he sees your Adam's apple bob. Pressing a red solo cup with an ungodly mixture of alcohol swirling in the plastic container. Still you use it as a chaser and he gently tips the cup up from the bottom, encouraging you to drink more.

And who were you to deny this good time. Especially since the ones with Sanemi's circle of friends have been stuffy and held way too many expectations. At least Karaku didn't introduce you as your girlfriend any fucking chance he got, he knew his boundaries surprisingly. Which was saying a lot considering he was one of the terror twins of the Hantangu brothers. Well mostly knew them.

Guiding you through the party with ease as the alcohol hits your stomach before the pill will in about a half an hour or so thanks to your lack of appetite to speed things up.

After about an hour and a half Akaza's phone lights up again with two notifications.

The first from Gyutaro she ain't picking up, her location is off.

Quick to reply, ill handle it thnx

And the second was detrimental for Akaza's night and promise to stay trouble free as Karaku's personal account tags you in a post.

A video with Karaku wrapping around you from behind, his jovial face pressed to yours as both of your eyes look glazed over from a mixture of chemicals. Both of you laughing and giggling before mouthing the chorus to the song being played loudly matching his caption.

Move it, I do it, I do what I want

Useless, you're clueless, it's all a front

Talking 'bout a paycheck, I want it up front

Don't cheat me, believe me, I am a fucking cunt

Got me fucked up

The video ends with you laughing loudly as Karaku nuzzles his nose into your throat, biting over Akaza's fading mark from the last time the two of you fucked.

His phone groans from the strain of his grip, counting over and over and over until he reaches a high enough number he can finally exhale. Still not calm enough to stop himself from immediately tweeting out.

got me fucked up if ya think I'm not gonna make ya swallow your fuckin teeth

A call that he saw what's been done and it's never about what you do and always about what's done to you. You were his Princess and therefore were never at fault.

It doesn't take Akaza long to figure out what club the two of you were at and he shouldn't go, he really shouldn't show up because then he would start a fight the moment he laid eyes on Karaku. So instead he waits outside of your apartment considering you never ever went to the Hantangu estate unless it was a date with the eldest.

He's parked far enough away you don't see his bike and that's when he knows for a fuckin fact that what he's doing is going to piss you off but he could handle you being mad at him.

What he couldn't handle was the thought of that fucking demon of a man touching you, at least Sanemi tried to claim you as his own. Treated you well and bought your flowers and shit.

All Karaku did was buy you drugs and booze, provided half ass dick game and a headache. Akaza blows out his smoke as he watches you get off of Karaku's toxic green bike sans helmet. He doesn't even bother to help you off either as you stumble in your pretty velvet heels with the pearl straps. Skin tight black dress that made Kaza salivate. He spits, needs his tongue dry as he presses the lit cigarette so hard onto his tongue that the paper and filter crumble between his thumb and forefinger.

That dumb ass didn't bother to turn his bike off either, letting the exhaust stick to your pretty skin as he pulled you by a princess pigtail back to him.

"What no kiss? Yer already not lettin me hit." Karaku chuckles and Akaza's glowing eyes narrow, "Haven't for weeks."

He looks like he's trying to guilt you but you laugh in his face. Giving him a look of pity as you gently slap his cheek twice, "You'll learn your place yet."

Leaning closer to him with your cheek presented for him to press his lips to knowing he knows better than to try to steal a kiss. The last time he did you nearly tore his lip off with your teeth, in fact his lower lip still throbbed from the reminder and so did his cock. So he leans just enough to press sticky lips to your cheek and you try not to shudder away from him.

"Good boy." You purr and if Karaku wasn't wrapped around your finger before he suddenly was now. Rich eyes softening in real time and it shouldn't give you the surge of power that it does before you turn on your heel, flicking your long hair so that it hits him in the face as you walk to your apartment.

Surprisingly the terror twin watches you retreat until he can't even hear your heels clacking against the concrete anymore before he revs his engine and peels out of the parking lot with a long stripe of rubber.

Akaza follows suit, doesn't even bother to hide that he's tailing him and the Hantangu brother smiles into his side mirror welcoming the fight as he texts Urogi to be posted outside.

The ride is short to the large estate across the city, shorter still from the speed in which both men commit to.

Karaku, pulling in first, practically springs off his bike while Urogi leaps from the porch. Akaza doesn't even bother to kick down the stand and barely turns the god damn thing off as he tosses his expensive bike to the ground. Jumping as he raises his left fist high into the air and watching with a smile as it snaps Urogi's face to the side making the man fall to the asphalt while Karaku tries to counter or at the very least block.

Forgetting how skilled Akaza is as the two of them hadn't exchanged hands since their short stint in juvenile. Akaza hits with his left into Karaku's block tossing Akaza's fist only for the banded tattooed man to swing with his right faster than the terror twin can blink. Bloodied knuckles landing harshly into his solar plexus, so hard Karaku gags, a string of spit landing on Akaza's thick forearm that makes him exhale a pleased hiss. Rearing his fist back again for a second hit before Urogi comes into his peripheral to save his brother only causing Kaza to flatten his hand into a paw, swinging it backward striking Urogi's cheek sending him flying into the thick banister of the porch where the man deflates, head slumped forward.

Freeing Akaza's attention for the man he was really after, threading inked fingers into his hair so he can bring the man's face to his thick knee, once, twice, blood staining his jeans after the third time and Karaku goes limp in his hand.

He should stop, he should really fucking stop especially with the sirens in the background as Sekido comes to scream from the porch.

But he can't.

"What the fuck?!" A mistake on Sekido's part if Akaza was being truthful, covered in blood splatter without even breaking a sweat as Sekido pulls the attention of the predator in his driveway onto himself.

"Ya want next?" Large smirk to his face, iced over eyes glowing in the low light as he keeps Karaku's limp body up by his hair.

Sekido gives him an incredulous look before the sirens growl louder and make Akaza move. Dropping Karaku in to the dirt before picking up his bike to haul ass away from the scene, black paint scratched to hell and the left side view mirror broken but it was worth it.

You were always worth it

Besides now that he got the personal shit out of the way he was free to continue his weekly ritual marked by some infamous tags.

#akazafightnight #demondog #offtheleash

Burning that lucky was just the beginning of Akaza's really shitty luck.

A loud buzzing sound echoes around the small quiet room, even over the white noise of the fan.

Long fingers reach for the vibrating phone disturbing the tall man's sleep. Broad palm carding through his curly dark hair with teal tips as he gently reaches over the soft woman beside him.

"Fuck, hello?" Voice groggy and deep from disuse as his pretty girl beside him lets out a half asleep whine of complaint.

"Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from 'Soyama, Hakuji', an inmate at City Center Correctional Facility. This call is subject to recording and monitoring. To accept charges, press one. To refuse charges, press two."

"Fuck!" Fumbling with the fucking phone before he hits one, trying to slip out of the bed without his vixen noticing. The phone rings out before it's immediately connected to the man on the other side.

"Haku what the fuck happened?" Gyutaro hisses, looking for boxers and a shirt, for his oversized hoodie he was going to throw his baby in.

"I'll pay ya back." Gripping the receiver until the old plastic groans under his bloodied knuckles.

"Ya know God damn well it's not about that. Does she-"

"No and we're gonna fuckin keep it that way." Hakuji threatens not that he could intimidate his band brother, the man he grew up with in Hakuji's own home, house given to him in inheritance when his dad died but that didn't mean Gyuutaro wouldn't heed the man's warning. Especially now.

Taro's phone vibrates excessively, hissing as he opens up one of the many posts he's been tagged in when he sees exactly why he has to go pick the drummer up. Akaza surrounded by a large group of men who thought they could take him on as if he hadn't been born and bred to fight. It's all he did his entire life and even the disciple that came with dojos couldn't keep the demon at bay when his last shred of hope died.

Hakuji turned into Akaza as his father was lowered into the ground.

And the only person he ever listened to was you.

Gyutaro watches the video progress quickly, of Akaza smiling, not a single blow to his face even when the cops showed up

The main tag even trending on Twitter #akazafightnight.

"Yea Haku let's just hide her from the fuckin Internet. How much?" Gyutaro asks, shimmying up his discarded pants, tapping the back pocket to make sure his wallet was still there. Hakuji utters a number he isn't proud of even though neither man has any issues paying it financially and Hakuji was more than sure that the charges against him would be dropped.

They always were and even though the main charges were from the eldest Hantengu he knew Karaku and Urogi were too prideful to ever dream of pressing assault and battery against anyone.

It would have meant they lost so fuckin badly the police had to settle the difference.

The terror Twins would die before they ever admitted to that.

Gyutaro is quick to scoop up his sleepy girl. Shove her in his hoodie as he confirms the place and address one more time before he hangs up. Princess carrying his wife to his old beat to fuck car. Gently placing her in the bench seat before he rounds the car to head into the city.

It isn't long before Gyutaro is where he needs to be with a wad of cash in hand. Leaning down to press a kiss to his girl’s forehead before he leaves the car running. Posting the cash bond and waiting a full hour and forty five minutes before he finally sees Hakuji. Getting his belongs back in an oversized clear plastic bag labeled Soyama, H. His lighter cracked and the butane soaks his keys and his jacket making his grip on the bag tighten. Following Gyutaro outside as Hakuji licks the blood from his teeth, cut cheek still slowly bleeding from a lucky shot some random asshole got in.

Following Gyutaro closely who stops around the corner, putting down his pants before he produces a box of his smokes. Pulling one out before he offers the open box to his hand mate who happily grabs a stick. Even leans over for Gyutaro to light it for him before he takes a long slow drag.

Surprisingly Gyutaro is the first to break their long stretch of silence as he breathes our a puff of smoke, “I think ya should give up fightin. Find a new hobby.”

The two men stare at one another for a long moment. Hakuji grinds his teeth before he bites a half healed burn on his tongue. He wasn't in the mood to argue with the lead singer or be bitter over the fact that he was actually patching things up with his woman while Hakuji seemed to falter and fall six steps back with his own.

"Ya know it's bad when I'm the voice of reason. Come on Haku you need to fucking talk to her."

Akaza doesn't say anything, just blows smoke out of the side of his mouth, looks up to the sky and sighs when he sees the moon.

"Or I will." Taro adds with a growl and all it does is spur the demon dog on. Inked fingers push Gyutaro roughly before Akaza falls into a fighting stance and Gyutaro quickly follows suit.

Fists up in a defensive guard but Akaza wasn't stupid, Gyutaro wasn't called mantis for nothing. Icy blue gaze flickering down to long legs as he anticipates a kick he could counter.

But it never comes instead Gyutaro's gravely voice has extra grit to it.

"Don't make me fight you in front of her." nodding to the car and instantly Akaza melts away to Hakuji as he sees Taro's girlfriend, the very woman Hakuji considers a sister, starting to panic in the passenger seat. Opening the door with big wet eyes reminding Akaza that he was still the worst at soothing women when they cried.

And that Gyutaro was made for cry babies.

“Haku, Taro, is everything okay?” She's clutching onto the metal frame of the door, eyes flickering to Gyutaro more often than not before Hakuji breathes out deeply.

“Ts fine sweetness.” Somehow there isn't any bite to his voice as he comes around to gently usher her back into the car. Slowly shutting the door behind her before he yanks the back door open, sliding into the bench seat and slamming the door shut. Falling over with a huff before he's lying on his back to stare out the window even if his view was upside down. Icy gaze fixated on the heavy full moon rich with a golden glow that he wished could warm his skin.

But he feels nothing, hasn't since you.

Watching the heavenly body follow them on the long silent drive while sky blue eyes flicker in the rearview occasionally.

Finally the dented beater pulls up to the old house the drummer and lead singer shared long before they started a band. The walls held more joy and laughter than either man thought they ever deserved.

Neither of them says sorry.

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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A Visit to the Grand Admiral (Leviathan x Gn!MC)

Genre: Fluff, Levi is sad but MC is there for him

Pairing: Gn!MC/Reader x Leviathan

Summary: Lucifer entrusts you to bring Levi's forgotten lunch to the Hell's Navy's headquarters.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Yes, yes, I'm a big, BIG lover of anything related to Grand Admiral! Levi... To the surprise of no one, as a fellow Leviastan. Yet I figured that, while we headcanon him as the confident type whenever he wears his uniform... what if instead, his admiral facade suddenly crumbled at the sight of MC, when he least expects a visit from them?

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Despite how long you had started living in the Devildom, there was one thing you had yet to see from the third eldest of the brothers. Something he had so desperately hidden up until that point, that you were wondering how he had managed to slip away from the house anytime his "other self" (as you named it) was required somewhere, without letting you see him at least once. For some reason, you always missed his departures whenever he had to replace his usual long jacket and black sweatpants, for a dark blue, heavily decorated military uniform. Almost as if... he was meticulously making sure that you would never see this side of him, ever.

That side being... Leviathan, the official Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy.

Lucifer had come to your room early one morning, handing you a wrapped up box in a paper bag that contained different kinds of Devildom food. "You are planning on accompanying Beelzebub to his fangol practice later, correct? If you could pass by the Navy's Headquarters and deliver this to Levi on your way there...".

Such a simple request from the eldest that you had immediately accepted on the spot, not realizing right away that it would be your first time seeing Levi in a completely different environment, than the one his otaku lair.

His presence at the headquarters was relatively rare: about once or twice every month, since the naval army only had to deal with the usual sea pirates and raging monsters of the many Hell's seas. And with Levi being a master at turning invisible to anyone's eyes whenever he wanted, it was no surprise that you had missed every single time he'd stepped out of the house while wearing his uniform.

As you walked beside Beel in the Devildom streets, the paper bag swinging off your hand beside you, you asked the giant how come you had never seen the third born in his military attire in the past.

"Hmm, I guess it's because he's shy. Him being the Grand Admiral is something completely different from being a shut-in. Even if he is powerful enough to command tons of other demons and be recognized by them as a superior, I guess he's still scared of showing this side of him to you. For whatever reason."

Beel made sure to add that, despite your impromptu visit to him today, Levi would surely be glad to see you. 'Maybe he'll be surprised at first, but don't let that get to you', he smiled in a way to reassure you. After hearing those words, you were growing impatient and excited, your grasp on the paper bag tightening even more once the old fortress that served as the Navy's HQ finally came into view.

The demons guarding the entrance opposed no problem to letting you enter, having recognized Beel even before he had even opened his mouth. You quickly explained your reason for visiting their admiral, and after exchanging a look between each other, the demons nodded and opened the giant wooden doors to let you in. You were expecting Beel to follow behind you as you took the first steps inside, but he only shook his head with a smile. "You'll be fine, MC. Levi's soldiers know who you are, and what you mean to him. They won't do anything to you. And I'm sure Levi will prefer it if it's just you visiting him, so I'll wait for you here."

Although a bit reluctant to not have the reassuring presence of the demon beside you, you trusted him and his judgement. You let one of the soldiers accompany you within the fortress after waving a small goodbye to Beelzebub, keeping a slow pace behind him, and watching as he guided you through the different halls and up the many staircases leading to the Grand Admiral's office. It wasn't until you had climbed up several floors, that the soldier stopped rather abruptly next to a dark wooden door, attached to the cobblestone walls with golden hinges.

"We have arrived at the Grand Admiral's personal quarters, Mx. MC" The demon bowed his head to you as he stood beside the door, his back straight and the trident in his hand standing tall. "Shall I knock on your behalf?"

"N-No, that's alright." You shook a hand in front of you to decline his offer. "I'll, hm, do it myself. If that's okay with you...?"

You stood awkwardly in front of the demon, fingers wrapping around the lunch bag nervously. His eyes shifted between what you were holding and your face, almost as if he was judging you.

"Very well." He let out with a stern expression and a single arched eyebrow. "The Grand Admiral will let you know if you are allowed to enter. If you'll now excuse me."

On these words, the demon bowed once more in front of you, before marching past and walking back in the direction where you had come from. As his figure disappeared behind a corner, and now that you were alone in this silent corridor... you suddenly felt tense.

Turning around to face the Admiral's door, you grabbed the lunch bag between both of your hands, the paper slightly crinkling under your grasp. You were surprised by how loud you swallowed the saliva down your throat, and how shaky your whole body had become in the matter of just a couple seconds. Was the excitement finally getting to you? Was it even excitement you were feeling right now, with your feet firmly planted in front of the door and staring into nothing? Or was it apprehension about how different Levi could be in this environment? You couldn't stop wondering how he'd even react to seeing you at his workplace, and completely unannounced too.

With shy knocks, and a heart beating like a thousand hammers within your chest, you announced your presence behind the large wooden door. A ratherly loud voice came from the other side, commanding a single "come in", which you immediately recognized as Levi's, but with a much more commanding tone than you were used to hear coming from him. It instantly made you blink in surprise, as you'd expect any Grand Admiral to ask for the identity of anyone who'd ask to enter their quarters, but quickly brushed it off as you noticed your hand shaking as it hovered above the handle.

Why were you suddenly turning into a timid human, when the person behind the door was none other than Levi, a demon you had known for so long, and your best friend? There was no reason for you to feel apprehensive about him seeing you there, and yet, this stupid heart of yours wouldn't stop beating like crazy.

As you closed your eyes shut and deeply sighed in order to calm yourself down, you let a smile appear on your lips, and turned the handle of the door, before taking your first step inside the admiral's office.

You almost couldn't pay proper attention to the way the room was decorated, with so many props, paintings and banners attached to the stone walls around you. Several rows of trophies adorned the shelves of a glass display on your right side, while a library filled to the brim with old books, brown scrolls and parchments occupied your left. The room was big, almost as big as Lucifer's office back at home, with a round table in its center and two velvety chairs facing each other on each side of it. Probably used for the many meetings that Levi had to host with other admirals in the past.

And speaking of the demon... upon locking your eyes on the far back of the room, there he was. Seated behind a large wooden desk, clothed almost exactly how you had imagined his outfit to be: his jacket buttoned up to his throat, with several medals adorning the left side of his chest, and a military cap resting on top of his head, stuck between both his horns. Despite the distance from which you were standing, this outfit immediately left you awestruck.

Even with the presence of a large window behind him, where the usual light of the Devildom's moon was in full view, you were still able to properly see within the room thanks to the many candles attached to the walls around you.

"Is it about the lost crates again?" Levi's piercing orange eyes were slightly glowing under the darkness of his military cap, the oculars going from left to right as they followed the tip of his quill upon the paper he was filling.

With an annoyed sigh, he placed the feather back onto the table, and you swore you could have seen his canines show for a split second within his mouth. "I swear, if you tell me they lost even more ammunition, I'll-"

His eyes finally rose to stop on you. Almost instantly, a squeal, absolutely not befitting of a man of his current status, escaped the confines of his body upon seeing the identity of the person who had entered his quarters. You backed away with a startled expression, your eyes almost as wide as his and your heart suddenly going twice as fast as it was a few seconds ago.

"M-M-MC??!" Levi's body immediately shot out of his seat at the sight of you, his legs hitting his chair and nearly making him lose his balance in the process. He grabbed the edge of his hardwood desk in the nick of time before falling on the ground, staring at you with the most flushed face you had seen yet. His wide open eyes and his agape mouth let you know that he TRULY didn't expect your presence there.

"W-What? What's going on?" You asked, a bit alerted at such a reaction from him, despite your best at trying to keep your composure. It was almost like he had seen a ghost!

"H-Huh?! Me?! You're asking ME what's going on!?" Levi asked, bewildered, his eyebrows raised up high on his forehead. "W-What are you doing here?!"

"I..." You tried to find your words, attempting to crack a smile despite him staring so intently at you. You raised your hand to show the paper bag you were holding. "You forgot your lunch...?"

If Levi's mouth was already open large enough for a fly to enter, now an entire bird could easily pass and he wouldn't even notice. He stayed there for a few seconds, silent and red in the face, before slumping back into his chair and bringing both his hands over his face as he curled up on himself. "Y-You aren't supposed to be here!! At least not without telling me in advance...!"

The sight could have made you laugh, if it weren't for the fact that... it was Levi, and seeing him flustered shouldn't be surprising. Yet, he was supposed to be a highly-decorated military expert, with what you can imagine many hundreds of victories. And here he was, desperately trying to hide his blush and contain his flustered whimpers from the human living at his house.

You had to stop standing there without doing anything, or you would surely end up laughing, and embarrass the poor demon even more.

"Sorry." You allowed yourself to step further into the room, making your way towards the desk. As you stopped in front of his huddled form on his chair, Levi let an eye poke from between his fingers. "I was going with Beel to his practice today, and Lucifer asked me to bring your lunch on the way. I thought not telling you would maybe surprise you. In a good way, that is."

"I-I mean..." He muttered against his palms, his eye suddenly avoiding your gaze. The red of his cheeks could still partially be seen despite his attempt to hide it. "I'm not m-mad, but..."

Levi straightened up in his chair and turned back towards his desk, placing his elbows on the hardwood and his hands back on his face. "I didn't think you'd actually show up like that..."

"... Surprise?" You chuckled, before placing the lunch bag next to him. Your eyes wandered around the room. "It's a really nice office you have. You must get a lot of work done here, huh?"

Too busy with looking at his decoration and furniture, you couldn't notice Levi partially opening his hand to glance at you. "Y-Yeah. I don't have any distraction here so it allows me to focus and... "

His renewed silence caused you to bring back your focus onto him, and his hand quickly closed back, causing you to miss him staring at you. For some reason, Levi really seemed more flustered by your presence than usual, and you weren't sure what was the cause.

"Hm, Levi... Am I unwanted here, while you're at work?" You decided to ask, rather bluntly, but as much as you feared the answer to be a positive one, you also didn't want to bother Levi in a place where his family probably didn't see him very often. Maybe he actually felt quite comfortable here on his own, and you were bringing him anxiety just by standing in his office?

Your worries were immediately erased upon seeing his hands go from hiding his face, to grabbing yours in a rush.

"W-What?! No, no!! You're not unwanted and never will!" You felt him squeeze your hands as his brow began to lower, as if he suddenly felt ashamed to have caused you to imagine such a thing. "I-I, I just... Sorry, I didn't mean to react like that. I'm happy you're here, MC, really... I'm always happy to see you, anywhere. You know it."

As his cheeks burned with a deep crimson, you slid a hand out of his grasp to rest it on his arm, your palm gently brushing it over the sleeve of his jacket. "But there's a reason why you don't want me to see you as "Grand Admiral Leviathan", right?"

Levi opens his mouth to say something, yet no words come out of it. He looks at you with a defeated expression, which lets you know you've hit the nail on the head.

"I'm not mad, Levi. If there's a reason why you've been avoiding me seeing you like this, then I'm sorry I didn't warn you of my visit beforehand." His half-lidded eyes fall upon your hand resting on his arm, as you continue. "But I guess there's a part of me that would like to know, why I've never had the chance to see you off anytime you had to leave to take care of your admiral duties."

Levi's mouth turns into a straight line, eyebrows pinching hard against each other on his forehead. You can easily see he's debating whether or not to tell you the reason he's kept for himself for so long now, even more so when he grabs the hand that's holding him and begins twiddling with your own fingers. You notice a pout birthing upon his lips.

"It's gonna sound dumb..."

"I'm sure it won't." You reply, your tone as soft and understanding as you can.

"But it really is dumb." He moves your fingers around gently, without any real purpose. "You've always been used to see me as the shut-in that I really am, always locked up in his room and babbling about anime and games and this kind of stuff. But when I have to wear my uniform, I have to set all that aside and be extremely serious about my duties. That's not the "me" you're used to see everyday. So I thought that..."

He stops moving your fingers, instead settling it in the warmth of his palm as his head lowers even more, in the hopes you wouldn't be able to see his face anymore thanks to the visor of his cap. "If you were to see that I can be something else than just a typical otaku... That I can actually shut up and be responsible for once, and that I can act as a "real" demon... Maybe you'd prefer Leviathan, the official Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, rather than Levi, the official recluse of the House of Lamentation."

You watch as his fingers hesitantly close upon the back of your hand, his head now so low it'd look like he was bowing to you in his seat. The silence grew within the room, making the already tense atmosphere you had felt upon entering turn heavier by the second.

"Levi." Your voice in his ears, combined with the feeling of his cap being pulled off his head, made the demon blink. Just as he looks up to meet your eyes, he barely has time to see yours close, your body leaning in to place a kiss onto his indigo hair.

"Never in a million years would I expect you to stop being you." You place the hand that's not holding his cap on his shoulder, as you lean back to look at him. "You are both the Grand Admiral, and my favorite otaku. And no matter what clothes you wear, or whether you act like yourself or like a leader, I'll always regard you as only one person. Because you can be both an otaku, and an admiral at the same time. That's what makes you you, Leviathan."

You offer a small smile to the demon, before gently placing back his cap between his horns. "They're both the real you. Why would I want to choose one or the other, when I'm sure they're both as great and awesome to have around?"

"MC..." Levi says weakly, his lips trembling as he desperately tries to fight back tears.

Before you can react, the demon shakes his head, as well as his emotions away, before slightly opening his arms in an invitation to receive a hug from you. You happily oblige, stepping closer to him, and as your arms close around his shoulders, and his around your waist, a sigh escapes him.

"I'm sorry for doubting you. I didn't mean to." You feel him bury his face further against your collarbone.

"No harm done, Levi. Your worries were understandable." Your hand goes to rub circles on his back. "But you know I'll never prefer one side of you over the other. Never did, and never will. I'll always be proud of you regardless."

"T-Thank you, MC. I'm... r-really happy to hear that." After making sure that no tears had been accidently shed, Levi squeezes you in his arms one more time, before eventually pulling away. "Sorry, guess I kinda screwed up your first visit here, huh?"

"Oh, not at all. It's quite the exclusive sight you gave me, getting to see the Grand Admiral blush so hard because his human came without notice." You say with a delighted smile, before passing your thumb under his eye despite the absence of any tears. "You know, it almost looks like I'm a spouse bringing their husband lunch."

"S-Stop!!" The deep red from earlier reappears all over his face in a flash, the color even reaching his ears this time. Levi shuts his eyes close before hiding them under his hands again. "I-I- can't believe you'd just-- you can't say something like that out of nowhere!!"

You let out a chuckle, before gently pulling his hands out of the way so you can kiss his forehead. "Sorry, you're too easy to tease. Hey, I have to go now. Beel's still waiting for me. But I'll see you at home tonight, okay?"

Levi huffs, his eyes dropping to stare at his knees. "Y-Yeah. I'll call a guard to bring you back at the entrance. I'd accompany you myself, but, I'm already late on filling those papers..."

"Lots of work, hm? Try to take it easy for me, then." You push the lunch bag a bit more in front of him, before walking back to the front of the desk. Before you could take any more steps away from him, Levi calls for you, causing you to turn around and witness the shy little mess he had become.

"Y-You saw I have a lot of work to do, and I'll probably have to come back here tomorrow too, so... D-Do you think you could-- huh-" he twiddles with his fingers on top of the desk. "M-Maybe you could bring my lunch tomorrow, too... ?"

A feeling of satisfaction and content washes over you upon hearing his request. You beam at him in response. "I'd love to, Levi. Same time tomorrow, would that be good?"

"Y-Yes! Please, thank you!" The demon stutters, barely able to hide his own joy as he shows you a little smile. "Thank you for visiting today, MC. I-I'll see you at home!"

The nod you gave him was full of vigor, and it only made his smile grow even more. You eventually turned your back to him to walk towards the door, waving him a little goodbye which he returned with a wave of his own, and exited the room.

Before you knew it, a guard came to fetch you in the corridor, and promptly escorted you back to the entrance gates of the fortress. You greeted Beel upon returning to him, the giant thanking the soldiers to have brought back safely. You gave your thanks as well, before walking away beside the sixth-born to accompany him to his destination.

"So? Was Levi happy to see you?" His purple eyes scanned your face for any sign that your meeting with Levi had gone well. He instantly noticed you turning to him with a certain glow in your eyes.

"Yup! Actually, before I forget, maybe I could accompany you to your training tomorrow... "

From his window, located in the highest floors of the Hell's Navy's headquarters, Levi watches you depart alongside his little brother. He does not stop looking until the two of you are small dots on the horizon, and when you finally disappear from his view, his clutch on the cap resting on his knees tightens a little more.

"I shouldn't doubt them like that." He says to himself, before turning his chair back to face his desk. "They care for me. They do."

His eyes trail back to the paper bag sitting in front of him. He grabs it between his hands, and inspects the contents inside. It is indeed the lunch box he had made himself, and forgotten on the kitchen counter before leaving this morning. Although, as he inspected further, it seemed like... someone had dropped a small paper inside?

Upon pulling the lunch box out of the bag, the piece of paper fluttered around in the air, before gently landing onto the surface of the desk. As Levi picked it between his gloved fingers, he instantly felt his heart squeeze upon laying his eyes on it. It was a note in your handwriting, he recognized, wishing him a good lunch, along with a smiling doodle of yourself saying "Keep doing your best, super admiral Levi".

If the demon still felt remnants of his shyness linger deep within him, it was now even more powerful than before. Pressing the note against his chest, and internally thanking you again and again for being way too adorable, Levi was already visualizing how tomorrow's visit would go. Perhaps, with a little luck, he could actually ask you to prepare his lunch before bringing it to him, too...

Yes, MC. For you, I'll always do my best. I promise.

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Are you Angel?

Harry gets hurt while on the job and Y/N gets a phone call she was not prepared for.

Word count: 7413

A/N: hello friends, it's been a while :) this is a continuation to my story Trouble Follows. You don't have to read but it will give you an insight of how Y/N and Harry met. I am thrilled to share more of firefighter harry with you. I adore him and I hope you do as well.

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333

Warnings: angst, breakups, hospitals

A firefighter will always run into a burning building with not a hint of hesitation. All their focus is on saving the people stuck inside.

Running towards trouble is second nature to them.

She knew that.

She also knew what it meant to date a firefighter.

The unreliable hours, the non-frequent communication, the many failed dinner dates. The twenty-four hours shifts when he would then arrive home to just sleep.

Harry had begun to give her a constant comfort that he would eventually come home and climb into bed behind her. He would then gently nuzzle his face in her neck, taking in her sweet honey scent. In contrast, she took in the woody ashy smell that seems to be permanently stained on him.

So trust her when she said she knew what she was in for when Harry asked her to be his girlfriend.

Four months in, she knew she would be here for a long time, maybe forever, if life would allow it.

She was sure; she knew what to expect.

But she didn't, not until she got the call.

The call that would shatter her heart.

The call that would lead her to be sitting in this uncomfortable, ugly brown hospital chair, holding tightly onto his ashy hand. As she prayed on and on to a God, she no longer held close but wished for Harry they were real and would bring Harry back to her.

Y/N prayed for Harry to finally open his eyes and give her a reassuring smile that he would be okay.

That they would be okay.

Until then, she'll wait.

Harry being Lieutenant allowed him to have a consistent schedule. That did not mean there weren't days where he had to pull a double shift or stay back to finish paperwork; he let it pile up.

The one day that was Y/N's was Sunday.

She got him an entire day to lay in bed together and eat all the baked goods she baked for him to try. It was becoming their day. Everyone at the station knew Harry could not be disturbed on Sundays unless it was the end of the world, and even then, they'd have to pry him away from Y/N.

He feels safe in her arms. Harry had never felt that before. Sure, he was surrounded by his firehouse family, but he had never felt so loved in two arms as if she could take all his problems and stresses away. Still, she did exactly that when she would flash him her gorgeous smile and hold her arms open for him to fall into at the end of every day.

Harry knows he's never felt this way, and he won't ever take it for granted.

This Sunday will be different, and she feels it as soon as she wakes up because, in her queen-sized bed, she's alone. No arms wrapped around her waist; no head tucked into her necks as he places soft open kisses to wake her from her sleep gently.

Already, she knows this is going to be a bad day. She feels it in her bones. Having been around trouble for so long, she knows the difference between good and bad. The feelings she has made her want to find Harry and pull him back into bed where she can keep him safe.

Y/N gets out of bed, throwing the warm sheets off her body going to the bathroom to do her morning skin routine, wanting to feel refreshed for when Harry breaks the news; he's going to leave her alone on their day. She knows him well enough; he's cooking her breakfast to make up for leaving her so early in the morning.

She walks out of her bathroom, going straight to her closet and taking out the first sweater she saw. It's a baby blue color and stitched on the left side on top of her heart is: "love me please?" It's Harry's favorite sweater of hers because it's an oversized sweater that fits him well. The only reason she has it back is that he wanted her to wash it and wear it until it got her smell again. Y/N kissed him silly when he told her that, plus she loves that it smells like him now.

Y/N takes one look at her unmade bed and walks away, knowing she's going to crawl back in after Harry leaves her. She walks out and, from the hallway, can hear Harry humming away. If she's honest, she doesn't recognize the song. As she has come to learn, Harry has an interesting taste in music; he has basically heard every song ever to exist. It's a reason they are so good at Four Clovers Thursday Trivia night. She dominates pop culture and films, and Harry takes on music. She's also better at history than him. Their friends love trivia night because their winning always gets them free drinks. It's something she looks forward to each week.

"Morning, H," Y/N says as she approaches him from behind and wraps her arms around his waist. Harry smiles, instantly feeling warm with her arms around him.

"Morning, firebug. Sleep well?"

She mumbles a no, causing Harry to laugh, and she feels it vibrate through her.

"Awe, upset I wasn't wrapped around you." He teases. "I'm making up to you by making breakfast."

She pulls away, spotting blackberries on the counter. "Sure, Jan."

Harry can hear the change in her tone and knows she's still goofing off with him but knows she's upset.

"Angel, come sit. Coffee is ready."

She shakes her head but makes her way over to the chair he pulled out for her. "No coffee. I'll be going back to bed soon." Y/N waits to see if he'll correct her, but he doesn't.

"I'm sorry." He begins.

"No apologies."

"Please let me. I'm leaving you on our day." He pouts.

"As much as I don't want you to go, I'm sure they need you more than I do."

Harry frowns, "I hope you'll never stop needing me." He whispers against her lips before closing the gap. Y/N hums against his soft lips allowing herself to get lost in the moment; she loves his kisses, soft and gentle just as he is despite what his sharp eyes might have one believe.

Harry pulls away after pressing one final kiss on her pouted lips. "I'm sorry I have to go to work, but I know for certain that I can meet you for a late lunch."

"Lunch?" She repeats, arms wrapped around his waist, hoping he was serious with his offer.

He hums. "Yes, 2:30, that bistro with that avocado dressing you like for your sandwich."

"It's a date." She grins, laying her head on his chest letting him hold her tight. He unwraps his arms, letting her go.

"I've got to get going, firebug, but I'll see you later."

"Stay safe, Styles." She tells him as she does every time he leaves.

"Try my best, angel."

With that, he slips his beat-up white Vans with lilac laces and walks out the door; it shuts it behind him. Just as Y/N steps towards it to lock up, it opens back up, startling her. Harry steps back in, and before she can question him, he places both faces on the side of her face and kisses her breathless. Y/N is quick to react, allowing their lips to move in perfect harmony, not as smooth but perfect, nonetheless.

"I--" Harry begins before he clears his throat. "I'll miss you, angel."

Y/N feels the heat rush to her cheeks because, for a moment, she thought he'd say another three words. "And I'll miss you, H. Now get out of here; I don't need you showing up late to our lunch date."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display, hugging her before walking out a skip in his step. She peaks her head out, making sure he gets in the car safely before he drives off. He sits there for a moment, and she knows he is letting his Bluetooth connect as he waits for his drive-to-work playlist titled "it's time" to start playing. He takes a look at his mirrors before backing out and driving. That's when Y/N closes and locks the door.

Time to go back to bed for a few more hours; what else is there to do on a Sunday when she's left alone.

Harry genuinely did not want to go to work today, but it's not like he could say no to his Chief. His Chief was never one to call in favor unless it was an emergency. He didn't ask, knowing he'd get the full story Monday, but for now, he gets on his pants, t-shirt, and boots and hopes there are no fires today.

The only thing is that Harry isn't used to working with the B-shift, sure he knows everyone's name and a little of their lives, but they aren't his usual team. He shakes that off because he knows he would do anything to help a team member and knows they would do the same in return.

Harry is lost in thought, wondering what Y/N was going to do today. He knows she planned to take him to a butterfly pavilion today even told him the outfit she had planned out for it. A pair of jeans that had flowers embroidered all over something she added, saying she thought they looked a bit plain, pairing it with a pastel pink top. Harry was surprised with her style after meeting her various times in different outfits. He was surprised at how soft she dressed in pastels. She may have a bold personality, but her fashion was delicate and warm. It was a nice balance.

He nearly runs into Carols as he made his way to his office, too busy thinking of the girl he left at home. "Sorry, bud."

"No problem, Harry. Surprised to see you here," Carols tells him, everyone knowing Sunday was Harry's day off.

"Chief had something come up and asked me to come in. I should be out of here by eight tonight if we're lucky."

Carlos smiles, "with you around, we usually are."

Harry chuckles, telling him he'll be in his office if he needs anything. He looks around his desk and sighs at how much has piled up already.

Might as well get ahead.

It's a few hours when Harry realizes the house is quiet. He peaks around the window and figures they are all in the common room. It's only one, and thankfully there have been no calls, and if it continues, then he will make it to lunch with his angel.

He shoots her a text.

Angel

13:24 PM

I miss you. Counting down the minutes until I get to see you xxx

Harry clicks send and smiles down at his phone. 2:30 couldn't come fast enough.

As he gets up to stretch and go for a snack in the kitchen, he takes a deep breath because as confident as he may seem, he isn't around the second shift. They don't know him so well, and Harry ultimately is shy. He may be able to hide it, but he has small quicks that others pick up on. Something he knows Y/N spotted quickly, like when he toes his foot into the ground or when he begins to chip at his nails, and Y/N's favorite is when he moves his hands behind his back and sways side to side. She finds it endearing, but others might not think it's leadership material.

He walks into the lounge to cross to the kitchen when a few heads turn to him, but before they can say a word, the alarm rings, and Harry is literally saved by the bell.

Not a second to waste, everyone heads over to the rig and quickly suits up. Harry is Lieutenant meaning he's in charge of the scene today, seeing as their captain and Chief aren't here today. Harry respects all the firefighters and knows this will go well if everyone carries out their job.

It's a factory fire, and as soon as they arrive, Harry can see it's burning fast. He's not sure how many people are there, but he calls in for reinforcements knowing they will need all the manpower they can get.

"This is House 102; please send more units available. The factory fire is burning at a faster rate than we can control. My team is going in now. There are five people unaccounted for; the left side of the building is clear." Harry speaks into his two-way radio.

"Carlos," the young firefighter jogs over, eyes on Harry, no longer staring at the roaring fire. "You're going in with Baz. Stay close and don't go up the second floor; you need to be quick in and out."

"Who's going with you, Lieutenant?" Carlos asks, clearly worried.

"Jameson and Rey are coming with me; stay safe, and if anything happens, just radio in."

"You got it!" Harry pats his shoulder and walks off towards the two waiting men.

Harry knows the men well, he trained them when they came into the house, but they preferred B-shift instead of being with him. One spot was available, and he knew they didn't want to be separated. Rey and Jameson have been dating for two years, but that's a secret only very few know. It's not prohibited, but if it gets more serious, one will have to relocate to a new station. They simply aren't ready for that, and indeed Harry would be sad not to have them around the house or hearing their stories. It just adds a more considerable risk because, at the end of the day, the job is first.

Rey walks towards the entrance with Harry following right behind. Jameson, a few feet back, calling out for anyone in there that needs help.

"Fire department, call out." Echoes out as much as it can as the fire begins to roar louder.

The heat gets worse the further they walk in; they turn right at the edge of a desk labeled "Torres."

"H, there!" Rey shouts, rushing over to a man knocked unconscious and had heavy storage struck over his legs, pinning him down. Harry and Jameson run over, assessing the man before making any sudden moves.

Jameson finds a pulse, weak but there. He gets the extra mask over the man's face hoping it'll wake him up soon.

"On the count of three, we lift," Harry tells the two men standing to a stand as the others do the same.

They nod. "One, two, three." They grunt in unison, pushing the container to a standing position. Harry looks over the man's legs and is thankful there is no blood, but there will be swelling and bruises. "Right, Rey, take him out. We'll keep searching."

Rey nods, lifting the man over his shoulder as he was trained to do, and rushes out of the burning building. Harry and Jameson have just learned a new area when the radio comes on. "Lieutenant Styles, it's Carlos. We found two men; only one remains unaccounted for."

Harry nods. "Got it, no one comes back in. We'll be out soon."

He now leads the way, making his way towards a stairway. There's no fire here, but it's moving faster, and smoke is thick. Whoever is in here might not last much longer without oxygen.

"Fire department, call out," Harry shouts, voice firm.

"Here.." a whisper is heard, both Harry and Jameson freeze. Once more, "here" is yelled but sounds muffled.

Harry looks around, not seeing anything but fire, and fears the structure will collapse soon. Just as he was about to yell again, he sees a can knocked, and a man hidden under a black rag is seen. Jameson rushes over, helping the man sit up. He's older, well into his sixties. He doesn't look too well; he has a few scapes.

"Right, we need to head out," Jameson tells Harry, helping the man stand up who is fighting consciousness.

"This is Lieutenant Styles; on our way out found the last man. Have paramedics on standby."

"Got it, Styles. Get out quick."

Jameson and Harry get the man up and head to exit. Harry can see the light of day and knows he will be late for lunch, but thankful Y/N is understanding and very forgiving. He'll make it up to her by buying dessert.

Just as they almost reach the door, a piece of dry wood comes falling down, separating Harry and Jameson; luckily, it did not hit them, but now Harry has to find a new way out. It's not looking good.

"Harry," Jameson looks panicked, but Harry stays calm.

"Get him out, now," Harry tells him, looking in every direction for what to do.

"No, I won't-" Harry cuts him off.

"Jameson, get this man out. He needs medical attention. That's an order." Voice full of authority with no room to argue.

Jameson nods and heads out. "I'm coming back for you."

Harry chuckles. He sees a small path, but it'd be a more extended way out. He debates what to do. He could wait, but the longer he stays, the quicker this building is beginning to collapse.

It takes him two seconds to decide to go right and find a new route out instead of staying put. He walks and only gets hotter as the fire begins to surround him. He's good at not panicking, always thinks better under pressure, but this is getting intense. Harry climbs over a crate and bends low to go through this tight space. He sees the exit, it's still a bit away, but he knows he is in the clear.

That's when he hears a big explosion knocking him forward. His oxygen masks flys off, landing a few feet away. As Harry reaches his hand out to get it, he's pulled back. He looks behind and sees he's stuck. There are crates stacked on top of him. The air is thick of smoke, and with no oxygen, it seems like the fire will soon enough engulf him.

Shit.

He's really in trouble now.

Harry presses his radio, holding it, hoping it's still working. "This is Harry," He coughs. "I'm trapped under a few crates. I can't reach my ask. I'm west of the building."

"Harry, hold on. We're going in." Harry hears Jameson reply, but he's fading quickly.

He shakes his head. "Can't go to sleep, but this smoke is too thick to actually see anything, let alone for his team to find him.

"Tell…" He coughs again, and this time doesn't stop for what feels like five minutes but is only a few seconds. "Tell angel, I'm sorry."

A voice comes over the speaker, but Harry's eyelids are fluttering shut, the weight of the crates is too much, and the smoke only gets deeper in his lungs if he keeps speaking.

Harry welcomes the darkness as he sees the one person he was supposed to meet for lunch. She's holding an outstretched hand for him to take and who is he to ever say no to her.

Real or not, he goes to her, and soon enough, he falls unconscious, not feeling when his team lifts him out and puts him in the back of an ambulance.

Y/N decided to show up a bit earlier for their lunch date, putting in their order early, wanting to maximize all their time together. She wouldn't see him until late that night, and honestly, she wasn't a fan of being separated on her favorite day of the week.

She sits on a bench right outside, both sandwiches wrapped tucked away in a brown paper bag and a lemonade sitting next to her untouched. It was his favorite, too sweet in her opinion. Still, Harry loved it, especially since he wasn't one to indulge in sweets unless they were hers.

Knowing Harry could be running late, she pulls out a book from her orange tote bag that Harry gifted to her. The book was Beach Read, Frankie recommended it to her then gave her the book saying she needed to read more romance books and not just poetry and nonfiction books. She actually enjoyed it, which surprised her, but even if she didn't, she's too invested to not find out the ending.

She was just starting chapter five when she feels too much time has passed and glances down at her phone.

2:55

25 minutes late isn't bad or unusual even; she decides to put the book away and keep an eye out for him. Usually, when he keeps her waiting, he makes up for it with a long kiss that never fails to take her breath away; she's excited about it now.

Time seems to go slower when she just sits waiting. She debates beginning to eat her sandwich when her stomach starts to growl. It's low, but she would feel bad if she began to eat, and that's when he shows up. She settles for waiting and instead takes a drink of the sweet lemonade.

As Y/N sits waiting for Harry, her phone begins to ring and displays an unknown number but the city's area code. Every bone in her body tells her to prepare for the worst but hopes she's paranoid.

She takes a deep breath before answering and bringing the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, are you angel?" A deep voice man asks.

"It's Y/N. Actually, can I ask who's calling?" She's holding her breath; only one person calls her angel.

"I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Harry Styles. Harry has been in an accident and was taken to the hospital. He asked us to call an angel on his way to the hospital. We assumed you were one of his emergency contacts."

Y/N feels her hands begin to shake. "What hospital?"

The man on the phone rattles the information, and she lets it all sink in. He hangs up, and she sits there waiting on the bench for her date that will not be showing up.

Her phone rings again, she answers without looking at the caller.

"Y/N," she recognized the voice; it's Mitch, and if he's calling, then it must be true.

"Mitch," she whispers, not recognizing her own voice. It's shaky, tears beginning to well up.

"Where are you?"

"At the bistro a street down from the station." She replies, hoping he's coming for her.

"I'm close; we'll pick you up and go see him, darling." She nods but remembers he can't see her.

Y/N isn't sure why she's not crying. She feels the tears, but it's like they are stuck; her heart hurts, and she knows that says enough. "We were supposed to meet for lunch. I got worried when he didn't show up, but I didn't think--" he interrupts her.

"Harry is going to be fine, trust me. He's okay, and he needs us there."

Y/N doesn't reply because she sees him pulling in. Mitch is in the passenger seat, Sarah is driving. She doesn't say a word as she swings open the door and settles in the back.

She sets her hands in her lap; she can feel herself trembling. She can feel herself breaking because she won't know if he's okay until she sees him. Mitch can say he's fine, but she needs to see for herself.

Sarah and Mitch share a concerned look; Y/N doesn't notice her eyes looking out the window.

"Y/N?" Mitch begins, voice full of concern. "Do you- are you okay to go see him?"

"Of course." She replies quickly. "He needs me; well, I hope he does."

"Course he needs you. Needs his angel by his side." Sarah tells her calmly, wanting to see her smile, but it doesn't work because only Harry should be calling her that. She shouldn't be on her way to see him in a hospital bed. She should have seen him next to her on that bench as he ate his sandwich and gave her kiss and kiss as she told him stories.

They are silent the rest of the way. Sarah pulls into an empty parking space, and she rushes after Mitch, who seems to know exactly where Harry is as he rushes past the front desk. The only thing that slows them down is waiting for the elevator; she gladly would have taken the stairs if Mitch didn't tell her that he's on the sixth floor. Instead, she waits impatiently for the old elevator that will take her to see her love.

He is going to be okay. He has to be okay. Y/N keeps those thoughts running through her head as Mitch and Sarah guide her to room 613.

Mitch walks in first, holding the door open, Sarah places a comforting hand on her back, and Y/N feels supported and loved, but nothing prepares her for what she is about to walk into.

The constant beep of Harry's heart monitor is the only thing that can be heard in his private room. The beep is steady; it makes her let out a deep breath. The monitor already calming her down, she approaches slowly as if he'd wake if she'd walk any faster.

She sits in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed and pulls it as close as she can.

Y/N just stares at him, taking it all in. He looks like he's resting peacefully like he should originally have been when they started this day together. His curls are disheveled, his face dirty with smoke stains and a few gauzes wrapped around his arms. She can't see much else but knows he's got a road of recovery still ahead of him.

"Hi, Harry," she whispers, her hand slowly reaching under the white sheet to grab hold of his right hand. "I'm right here, okay. Take your time waking up; there's no rush. Just know that I'm not going anywhere."

She pauses, hoping for a reply even though she knows she won't get one. "We can also discuss how I'm sort of one of your emergency contacts."

Y/N presses her lips to his hand. "Need you to wake up, want to see those Rapunzal eyes." She sits back, not removing her hand from his. Sarah has not taken her eyes off of her, Sarah might feel like she might blow up soon, but being at his side, she has begun to feel better.

"Harry, we're here for you. The whole team is outside in the lobby, probably why they sent us to the floor with the biggest waiting area. Even young Carlos is out there, saying you gave them a scare but really hopes you never pick up another B-shift again." Mitch sniffles before stepping out of the room. Sarah walks over to where he was standing.

"Hey Harold, it's trivia night in a few days, and kind of counting on you to get us those free drinks." Sarah chuckles. "It's been a while since we've been in the hospital. I think it was when I made you all donate blood for that ambulance competition. Fun times, now you rest and get better. The good thing is you have the best nurse looking out for you." Sarah glances at Y/N, sending her a small smile.

Y/N sits back in her chair as Sarah sits in one by the window. She knows she's in for a long afternoon and an even longer night.

Harry's head is throbbing.

He's not sure why. The last he remembers is leaving Y/N's house to go for his shift at the station.

They were meeting for lunch; he's sure she wouldn't let him drink any alcohol on the job.

Harry slowly opens his eyes and is blinded by the bright light. He sees a photo of the sunset right in front of him, and a tv hung up; if he's not mistaken, he's in a hospital room, primarily due to being in an uncomfortable bed. The oxygen mask over his face is also a dead giveaway he was in an accident.

He looks around, and he sees he is not alone. His angel is sleeping, a tight grip on his right hand; she looks exhausted. Mitch walks in just as Harry was about to wake her. Y/N mumbles and sits up, pulling her hand away from his to rub the sleep away. Harry wants to tell her to stop knowing how much it actually irritates her eyes, especially when she tubs a little harsher than usual.

"Were you able to find tea, Mitch?" Y/N asks, looking over at him.

"Sarah's bringing it over." Mitch's gaze never turns to her staying on Harry; this confuses Y/N and turns back around in her seat to look at a resting Harry but instead finds his eyes on her.

"Harry!" Y/N scoots forward, grasps his hand in hers. "You're awake. Mitch, the nurse, please."

Harry raises his free hand to take off the mask. He wants to speak, but this won't allow him. "No, love. Got to keep it on."

Harry's eyes close, then flutter open. He stares at Y/N, his eyes kind but defiant. He takes the mask off, coughing a bit; it makes Y/N feel nauseous, knowing he's not doing so well.

"I think you need to keep it on, Harry." She says, "the nurse needs to see it when she comes in soon."

"Hey, angel," he says in a raspy voice. It sounds like he's in pain when he talks.

"Yes?" She asks.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

Y/N shrugs, "no big deal. I wasn't even scared."

Harry smiles, showering her his dimples since she last saw him this morning. He begins to laugh but stops when it causes him to cough. Y/N lets him settle down before bending down to gently kiss him.

"Now, let that hold you over, and put the mask pack on."

Harry nods. "Anything for you, my angel."

It's a half-hour before the doctor comes in, and by that time, Harry had fallen back asleep, only just waking up a few minutes before the man walked through the door. Mitch alerted everyone outside he was awake and doing good.

Dr. Vazquez walked white coat open, displaying a purple button-up and a bright yellow tie. It puts a smile on Y/N's face.

"Hello, Mr. Styles. Glad you're awake."

"Me too, Doc. Nice tie."

Dr. Vaquez smiles, looking down at himself, "Thank you, my wife picks out my tie every morning before she heads off to work."

"Lucky man," Harry tells him.

"That I am." Dr. Vazquez replies. "You've got a mild concussion, nothing serious, but you are allowed to sleep while you're here. We've got a good team looking out for you. You've got a few burns, but those will heal nicely if properly cared for. A few deep bruises on your leg and one on your rib cage, no blood clots. It will hurt to walk for a few days."

"Nothing too bad, then," Harry sighs, relaxing in bed.

"I've looked at your charts, and it looks like you will be making a full recovery and should be back on the job in three or four weeks. In the meantime, you will need to stay overnight and keep taking in oxygen. I see the nurse changed your mask. Please don't remove this one." Harry nods. "Any questions?"

Harry shakes his head no, "Not at the moment."

"Alright, I'll be off then. I'll come to see you tomorrow midday, and we'll talk about going home. I hear you have a waiting room full of people dying to see; just be aware that visiting hours end at nine, but if you're kind to Nurse Lucy, she'll be lenient to ten."

"Thank you, Dr. Vazquez." Mitch and Y/N say in unison as the man exits the room.

"That's the quietest I've ever seen you, firebug." Harry teases.

"You hush." She lightly pats his arm.

Mitch laughs, "going to go tell them you're allowed, visitors."

Y/N and Harry sit in silence. He can tell she has something on her mind, a slight frown on her face. He wonders if it's about him if she won't be able to handle dating someone who can be hurt by the job. Harry honestly does not want to lose her.

"I'm going to step out," Y/N tells him, looking down at their joined hands, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"Y/N," Harry sighs.

"You've got lots of people waiting to see you and roughly have an hour to see them all. I'll be close by." She leans down, presses a kiss to his cheek, and walks out before he can reach out to stop her.

She steps out while a few members of his team come in to see him offering her a smile as she passes them. As much as she didn't want to leave him, she needed a moment away, and he needed a moment with his family.

God, Y/N has never felt so scared, and now a minute alone, everything is beginning to set in. She has no idea where the restroom is, and the next thing she knows, she's running into someone, but it seems they recognize her because they say her name, and the next thing she knows, she's crying, sinking to the floor. She feels arms wrap around her.

Shushes in her ear, brushing the ends of her hair. It's calming, but she needs to let all the tears she's been holding in.

"Y/N," she can now recognize the voice as Sarah's, "I'm going to help you stand and sit you in the chair.

Y/N feels herself nod.

She begins taking deep breaths, never letting Sarah pull her hand away. It is the only thing keeping her grounded.

"I got her some water." Y/N hears Frankie whisper handing it to Sarah before taking the seat to the left of her.

"I'm okay," she repeats. "I'm okay."

"Y/N," Sarah begins.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, sweetie." Frankie brushes her hair back.

"I'm supposed to be strong; I have to be strong to do this to stand by his side," Y/N tells them, beginning to let her emotions out.

"No one is expecting you not to cry."

"Bu-" Sarah interrupts her.

"No. stop. Accidents happen, and so do injuries. It's okay to be scared and hurt."

"I want to be strong for him." She whispers.

"You are. You never left his side; you talked to him. You're crying now because you care."

She wipes her eyes with her sweater sleeves. "I love him, and I was so scared that when I got the call, I'd never get to tell Harry."

"Then you tell him as soon as you walk back into his room."

"Thank you."

"Nothing to thank, I care about you, and I know Harry would be grateful to know you're not alone. You've always got us. Now let's grab something to eat, and we'll come back in an hour once all of them go home."

She chuckles. "Alright."

"Text me where you're sitting. I'll pop in to see Harry, then meet you."

"You don't have to," Y/N tells Frankie because she knows she is just as concerned about her friend.

"Are you kidding me? You're my friend first, always."

Sarah and Y/N walk down to the cafeteria. She knows she isn't okay but is feeling better, finally letting emotion out. It was only a matter of time before she let the dam break; she's just happy it was not in front of Harry.

The girls sit in the cafeteria munching on snacks for well over an hour. Mitch sends them a message letting them know all the crew has left and it's time to say goodbye for the night. Frankie wishes her goodnight downstairs with promises to come to see her tomorrow and bring her a change of clothes.

"Let's walk you back," Sarah tells her, linking their arms together.

"Do you think he'll know?" Sarah takes a good look at her and grimaces. "I'll just say I tripped, and it made me cry." Y/N jokes.

"I don't think he'll believe that."

"Yeah, me either." The girls walk out of the elevator as their laughter dies down.

They settle in silence as they make their way to his room, Sarah holding her hand leading the way. Mitch is in the chair she was in for so many hours before waiting for him to wake up. Mitch hears their footsteps and turns his head, but Harry is frowning, looking out the window at the dark sky.

Y/N doesn't know what to say, but one look at him has her heart filling up with relief; he's okay.

He's fine, and he gets to go home soon, and she gets to love him all she wants.

Harry turns his head as she steps forward. "Angel," he breathes out.

It makes her eyes well up with tears again. "I love you," she just lets it out, as if she's told Harry this every day as if she never went a moment not saying it.

"Oh my angel," Harry begins to cry, feeling overwhelmed and incredibly happy. His angel loves him, and although this isn't a perfect day, the moment is.

Mitch and Sarah sneak out quietly, shutting the door behind them to give them their privacy.

"I love you so much. Please come here." Harry replies, voice shaky.

In the next second, she's moving forward, pulling the chair as close as she can as he grabs her hands, squeezing them tightly. She leans down and presses her lips to his chapped pink lips. They move gently, pouring all their love and fears into the kiss. Telling each other that the worst is over and they are together, and they are fine. Y/N pulls back, knowing she can't kiss him as long as she'd like due to his sensitive lungs.

"Harry, I love you, and I was so scared I'd never get to say it."

"I'm sorry, angel; I never wanted you to get a call like this, at least not before talking about it."

"Me either," She sniffles, no longer able to control her tears, "but it happened, and I'm just happy you're okay."

"I'm okay," he repeats. She smiles, taking one of her hands out of his hold to wipe his tears away; Harry can't help but lean his head into her gentle touch. "I'm okay because my angel is always looking after me.

"Harry."

"It's true. I've never been luckier and safer since you came into my life." She smiles. "But there's something we have to talk about." He continues, and by the tone of his voice, it's going to be serious.

"Are you okay?"

"What? I'm fine. You're the one in a hospital bed." Her tone is defensive.

"There's something wrong. I can see it."

Y/n sighs, taking a deep breath. She takes her hand out of his hold.

Harry is quick to mask his hurt.

"I don't like that you're hurt. I hate that we aren't at home in the kitchen dancing around to your Sunday playlist as I bake you a new treat." She says in a rush.

"Hey, love, relax," he says and gestures for her to move in closer. She does so, allowing him to take hold of her hands with a firm grip this time.

"You're upset because I got hurt?" She nods in reply to his question. It's stupid because, of course, he's going to get hurt; it'd be naive to think he wouldn't in his job.

"It's part of the job." He says simply. It's something he wants her to accept and remember. She thinks back to a month into dating when he told her about his ex-girlfriend and how she couldn't handle the unknown of the job each day he left her. Y/N thought she'd be fine, but she loves him, and losing him would be something she could never recover from.

"I know. It's just not easy to see." Her voice was quiet and defeated.

"What do we do?" Harry asks, and Y/N freezes; she can feel her heart beating in her ears.

What do we do?

"What do you mean?" She can feel her hands begin to shake.

"This can happen again." He gestures to him in the hospital bed.

"I know." She says softly.

"Is this something you can handle or not?" He asks very direct. She knows this might not be the first time he's had the conversation, but she just told him she loved him, and he's questioning her. She's allowed to feel this way, but it doesn't mean she can't handle it.

"Y/N," he begins, "I'm incredibly happy with you. I see you and me together for a long time. You're it for me, but this job is my life."

"I know," she repeats. "I would never ask you to give up your job."

Harry stares at her; heartbreak passes through his eyes. "Are you asking me to give you up?

She shakes her and begs for the tears not to fall, but it's no use. She feels them falling and can't wipe them as Harry has a hold of her hands.

"Harry, I love you." He frowns as if fearing the worst. "I love you, and I'd rather love you every moment I have you than let you go now and never know what could have been."

"Oh, thank god." Harry lets out a deep breath. She giggles. "I'm sorry we couldn't have this conversation earlier; honestly, I feared if I brought it up, you could possibly break up with me, and I selfishly wanted to have you longer."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, not if it's up to me. Seeing you laid up is hard but knowing I get to be there for you makes up for it. Also helps that I'm a nurse."

"That it does."

Y/n grins at Harry, leaning in to kiss him, short and sweet for now. Each kiss never fails to make her heart race, and due to Harry's heart monitor, she knows it does the same to him. They sit in silence, staring at each other as Harry traces small shapes against Y/N's cheeks, loving the feeling of her in his hand. Especially when she lets out a soft giggle when he hits a sensitive spot.

"Move in with me," Y/N blurts out after a while of silence.

It shocks Harry. "What?"

"Until you're better. That way, I can be your in-home nurse."

"Only until I'm better?" She nods. "So, you'll give me the boot after." Harry teases.

Y/N can feel her cheeks warming up but pushes through, "Only if you're a bad patient."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display for her, always for her. "Okay, I can be good and naughty only when you ask."

"Harry!" She gasps.

He throws his head back, laughing.

"God, I'm so lucky to love you." His words warm her heart, and she promises to tell him every day from now on.

"Now get up here and cuddle me. I got Mitch to cue up Netflix."

"Are you sure?" She stands slipping her shoes off, knowing he won't be taking no for an answer.

"Going to deprive an injured man of what he wants most?"

"Guess not."

"Good."

Y/N crawls on and lays on his side, carefully resting her head on his chest. Harry presses kiss after kiss for his comfort, knowing he will be okay and has his favorite person by his side. She chooses Legally Blonde knowing it's Harry's comfort movie as much as he tries to deny it.

For an unusual start to their Sunday, it ends right; together in bed, a hospital bed but nonetheless a bed, together arms wrapped tight around each other.

Y/N might not have liked that Harry got hurt, but he's okay, and he will recover.

That's all she could ever ask for.

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music box

Confessing was no easy thing, especially for someone like Heath who could barely take a compliment without his cheeks burning red. When someone suggested he should give a gift instead, the gears inside his head started to turn. The most beautiful gift of all is one that comes from the bottom of one's heart—the question is: what was it?

Heath didn't know how to express his feelings without getting too many butterflies in his stomach to the point that he has to bend over to calm himself down or without tripping over his words and forgetting everything he planned to say. His cheeks would flare up and he would tear his gaze away from your figure as he told himself inside his head: "Not today, maybe not tomorrow either…."

Faust could barely stand the way Heath kept on backing out at the last minute during his decisions to finally confess his feelings. Faust pushed up his glasses and crossed his arms with a stern look on his face as he sighed. Heath sat up straighter, hoping that Faust wasn't about to scold him about something related to missions, unaware that Faust called him to his room to talk about more… personal matters instead of their line of work.

"I know there's a lot of stuff going on inside your head, but you shouldn't let it affect you when you're doing missions." Every word that came from Faust's lips was a lie to disguise his genuine concern for his student—roundabout, as a lot of Eastern folk are. Upon seeing Heath's face contort into one of slight panic, Faust immediately followed up with a question: "What is it that's bothering you anyway?"

Another lie. Faust already knew well what the source of Heath's worries is but he'd rather have Heath be unaware of the fact that he's been paying attention to him. Heath glanced down, a light hue of pink dusting his cheeks and Faust could already tell what this was about even if he hadn't known about Heath's countless attempts to confess to you before.

"Faust-sensei… do you know how to confess to someone?" Heath's unexpected question caught Faust off guard, his eyes widening in surprise before letting out a small cough after regaining his composure.

"C-Confess?" Faust tried his best to play dumb. "Like those love confessions?"

Heath nodded slowly, "I've been trying to confess to someone for a while now but… I keep on getting scared at the last minute. It's like the fear of being rejected suddenly walking up behind me and grabbing my shoulder."

"... You're a wonderful young man, Heath. I doubt there's anyone out there that would reject you" Faust closed his eyes as he tipped his hat slightly, trying his best to reassure him.

"Plus, you'll never know the answer unless you go for it." Faust chuckled, a smile forming on his face. Heath's eyes twinkled all of a sudden and felt his enthusiasm bounce back up as he grabbed Faust's hands into his own—Faust's expression slowly turning to one of discomfort.

"Then… Can you help me?" Heath asked hopefully.

"Me…?" Faust exclaimed, his glasses almost dropping down.

"W-Well only if you want to! I wouldn't dare force you to help me against your wishes..."

"I suppose I can try… I can't guarantee anything, of course." Faust agreed reluctantly and Heath beamed, his smile widening in happiness as he said his thanks to the Eastern teacher. "Well, first of all, if you find yourself unable to speak in front of them… don't you think there's a better alternative rather than confessing in person?"

After all this time, Heath had always tried to confess to you upfront and had never bothered to consider any other options until Faust brought it up. Heath wanted to curl up and bury himself six feet under at the sudden realization, feeling as if all this time spent was just used for needless worrying.

"Like a letter of sorts?" Heath asked carefully. Faust shook his head and merely answered his question vaguely.

"Something that comes from the heart." He pointed towards Heath's heart. "You're good at craftsmanship, aren't you? Why not make good use of that?"

A few days had already passed since Faust made that remark—living inside Heath's brain with no signs of leaving soon. A letter would've been easier but after taking it into more consideration, as well as Faust’s words, he decided to give it more thought. What was another alternative? A gift instead of a letter, perhaps? Heath ruffled his hair, deep in thought as he sat on one of the cushioned seats inside the lounge.

“Heathcliff?” A voice called out, snapping Heath out of his daze and adjusted his vision to the person in front of him—the northern wizard, White. Curiously, he asked, “is there something troubling you? Won’t you allow this old man to help if so?”

“Sir White… it’s nothing important, I appreciate the offer though.” Heath shook his head, trying to brush off White’s offer as politely as he could. White merely crossed his arms, nodding his head before a smug and knowing smile took over his face—as if he already knew what was troubling Heath without having him say anything.

“Ohoho… it’s about the matters of the heart, is it not?” Bullseye. Heath felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest, unable to hide the surprise evident in his expression. White didn’t wait for an answer, for he already knew he struck gold—he let out a laugh. “It’s written all over your face! A young man falling victim to love… is what your expression is saying.”

Heath covered his face by instinct, horrified at the newfound information that it was written all over his face. He wished he could keep a poker face like Lennox, perhaps that way he wouldn't be so easy to read—unaware that was precisely one of his charming points.

“Haha… is it that obvious?” Heath muttered weakly, burying his face into his palms and White only chuckled at the cute display. “Sir White, do you know of any good gifts fit for a confession?”

White rubbed his chin, deep in thought. A fitting gift for a love confession—one would normally think of something like flowers or sweets as if it was valentine's day, that was the textbook answer, though when White glanced at Heath and remembered his knack for machinery and the likes, he suddenly remembered of that one era that had a specific trend.

“It's a bit old fashioned but back in the day, music boxes were the trend. Why not make one with music that reminds you of your beloved? Wouldn't that be perfect for someone like you?” White beamed, smiling as if he gave a groundbreaking piece of advice. Heath’s eyes widened ever so slightly with his mouth agape as he thought about his words; music boxes were indeed old fashioned as you wouldn't see it normally these days.

“Me…? Make a music box?” He has never tried it before, especially not for a special someone, though he was confident he's able to make one if he tried.

“Ohoho, you’re good with machinery, are you not? Why not put those skills to use to make a heartfelt gift?” White nodded enthusiastically. Heath couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts, already trying to figure out how he was going to construct one—it seems like the young master has already figured out which gift he should give.

Heath spent his days holed up inside his room by his desk, materials sprawled all over with chunks of wood littered around after he had carved the finest wood he could get his hands on after returning to the East for a short while. A focused look adorning his face as he drowned out the noises surrounding him, immersed in his craft.

Countless music sheets were crumpled and thrown to the bin at the side which was overflowing with scrapped pieces—music pieces. Heath was no expert like Rustica when it came to music composition, he had left his seat several times to consult the Western Wizard in order to make sure the music wasn't disappointing and was able to convey his feelings, somehow.

He planned to leave the box and a note anonymously, though he already suspected it wasn't going to be very discreet as he started carving the box with the same carving he engraved into Shino’s magic tool. One look at it and you would be able to guess who did the carving, for it was named Blanchett for a reason.

He added the finishing touches, blowing the small particles of dust away that remained in the corners before opening the box as a sweet, soft melody started to play—its gears turning as it played music flawlessly. Heath smiled at the music box he created, proud. He put all of his feelings of adoration for you inside one box, only revealing itself if you decide to open it, akin to Pandora's box.

As if reciting his last prayer, he clutched it tightly as he muttered his spell under his breath before standing up and deciding to leave it by your doorstep—this time, he'll let you know of his feelings.

As he arrived at your doorstep, he quietly wished that you weren't inside your room because that would make things complicated as Heath already felt like he was doing something scandalous. His cheeks burned red as he quickly dropped the music box as well as a small note before knocking once and scurrying off back to his room where he could finally put his mind to rest.

You opened the door, greeted by no one but a mysterious box and a small note that didn't indicate whoever sent it to you for there was no name. Without much hesitation, you picked it and inspected it—the intricate design catching you off guard as you recognized it as the same one present in Shino’s magical tool. And the one who made it was none other than Heath himself, that only meant one thing—Heath was behind this mysterious set-up. You felt your chest bubble up in excitement, an uncontrollable smile forming in your face as you felt giddy.

You opened the note, it read: For you have captured my heart, I offer this gift to you.

You felt your heart leap at the words you read, scanning it once again to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, cheeks heating up as you realized what this meant. You quickly opened the box, not expecting a few blue butterflies to come out and fly around you as a soft melody played from it—a music box Heath made just for you. You could feel his magic from the box, did he imbue his magic? You suspected as much.

The longer you listened to the music, the more you felt like running to his room to tell him you felt the same way. There wasn't a single thing stopping you from doing so. With a determined look on your face, you started heading towards his room. Fortunately, you saw him walking in the hall, it seems like he hasn't arrived in his room yet.

You took the opportunity to jump at him, his arms instinctively wrapping themselves around you, panic was written all over his face when he realized it was you who threw themselves at him. With the proximity between the two of you, you placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. His heart felt like it was about to explode.

“W-What are you doing!?” He grabbed you by the shoulders and tried to push you away in an attempt to calm his racing heart. You smirked as you felt like teasing him more, though the huge smile on your face was unfitting as you told him:

“You could've told me in person… but, I like you too, silly!”

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 07 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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Honesty

“(Y/N), wake up.” A faint, weak murmur fills your ears. You're still under water though, floating away. “C'mon, wake up.” A sudden motion makes you bounce, a movement too abrupt to someone who's drowning. That's when you acknowledge the air filling your lungs. Not too much, but enough to bring some relief. You can't be under water. People can't breathe under water. “You won't die, hear me? Not from the cold.”

Ubbe. What's Ubbe doing here? Closing your eyes tightly, you feel like you're climbing back to the surface, back into consciousness, forcing your eyes to open. The first thing you notice is the cold, piercing, attached to your bones. Then, you realize you're being carried. “What...” You mumble, clenching your shaking hands into fists.

“There you are.” Ubbe happily says, walking fast. “We're almost there.”

“Almost where?” The lightning suddenly changes, and everything gets a little darker.

“What happened?”

“She was at the lake. The ice cracked and she fell.” Ubbe says.

“Get a warm bath to her room now!” You recognize Aslaug's voice. “Bring her close to the fire.”

The moment you're put down and feel a source of warmth, you push yourself closer, but arms hold you back. “Not that close.”

“Shit.” You curse, hands hovering above the fire. It comes back suddenly. The woods, the lake, and the ice cracking under your feet, swallowing you. How you got out, however, you have no idea, but you figure it was Ubbe. “Damn it.” You're shaking like a leaf, wishing you could sit inside the fire.

“(Y/N).” Someone calls, and when you look at your side you see Ivar and Hvitserk, both looking worried. Ivar moves faster though, dropping to the floor next to you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, hands cupping your face.

“I'm cold.” You mumble, laughing at how stupid it sounds. “I'm freezing.” Giggling, you feel as Ivar pulls you close, your body collapsing on his chest. It makes you blush, if that's even possible given how the cold has penetrated your bones. Shaking against him, you place your forehead on his neck, welcoming the warmth emanating from his skin. “Sorry, I'm soaking wet.”

“Don't worry.” He says, a hand caressing your hair. You don't know exactly what's going on, but Ivar is like a second fire right now, and you have no intention of letting go of him.

“Here,” Hvitserk mutters, and you feel a piece of fabric being laid around your shoulders.

“Alright.” Ivar fixes the blanket, rubbing your back. “You'll be fine.”

“Let's leave them,” Aslaug says in a low voice, and you notice Hvitserk and Ubbe walking away. “I'll send someone to call you when the bath it's ready.” Her voice fades away as she speaks, and then there's nothing but the low noises of the fire.

Slowly, you feel yourself warming up, the shakings finally surrendering as you sink more and more into Ivar. You don't want to think about what this means, so you barely move, not wanting whatever this is to end just yet. You almost died today. Drowned, frozen, whatever. But you did think that was the end of it. And life has so much to offer, you'd hate to lose all of its endless possibilities. Death will come one day, but first, you want to live.

“What happened?” Ivar asks, his voice barely a whisper.

“I didn't know I was at that lake, I just... I wasn't really paying attention then I heard a cracking noise.” Taking a deep breath, you remove some hair attached to your face. “Then it broke right under me and the water was so damn cold.”

“(Y/N),” Aslaug calls, and, hesitantly, you move away from Ivar, sitting up straight. “Come take your bath. You need to warm up.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you glance at Ivar before pushing yourself up.

The bath is a blessing, and you couldn't be more thankful. The warm water cleans the ice that fixated itself on your bones, and you relax in the tub. Aslaug, of course, wants to know exactly why you ended up on the frozen lake, and you have no choice but to tell her what you heard. But you beg her not to speak to Bjorn about it. You can deal with your own problems, and you don't want to make their already delicate relationship worse.

After you're clean and warmed up, she allows you to leave the bath and get dressed. You're eager to leave this episode behind and never again you'll set foot on frozen water. As you leave your room with Aslaug, her maids left to drag the tub away, you meet Hvitserk coming from the opposite direction.

“Ice lady.” He says, smiling.

“I'll leave you two to talk and go find my husband,” Aslaug mutters, and you sigh to know she will be speaking to him about Bjorn.

“How about not calling me that?” You tell Hvitserk, crossing your arms. “I almost died.”

“But you didn't.”

“Hvitserk just...” Complaining it quite useless. He'll probably only make it worse. “Fine then, call me what you like.”

“It looks like I won this battle then.” Raising an eyebrow, he gives the girls passing by a glance. “What was that, by the way?”

“What was what?” Running a hand through your hair, you still have a threat of hope he might be talking about anything else.

“Really? Do you expect me to ignore you and Ivar hugging like that?”

“I don't know what that was.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “But I'm willing to find out. It's better than think too much and end up with wrong conclusions.”

“Ivar is in his room, in case you want to know,” Hvitserk says in a low voice, walking closer and giving you a glance that always makes you want to punch his jaw. “And he was very worried about you.” And he walks away, leaving you there like an idiot.

“You're putting some effort into ruining this friendship, aren't you?” Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heels and start making the way to Ivar's room, walking fast and eventually leaving Hvitserk behind.

You were feeling brave until you're at Ivar's door. Then you wonder if this is a good idea. Some things are better left alone, and Ivar is a complicated person. But still, you can't bring yourself to walk away, so you knock three times, not sure if you want him to answer. But you hear footsteps, and seconds after the door is pushed open. It still takes you by surprise how tall he is, and those blue eyes still send shivers down your spine.

“I left my necklace here.” You mutter, feeling a little stupid. “Earrings, bracelets...”

Silently, Ivar moves aside, giving you space to walk in, so that's what you do. “They're where you left them.” He mutters, but gestures at the table he has set near the fire. Following his gesture, you sit down, hands hovering over the fire. “Ubbe said he saw you wandering through the woods.” He starts, settling down on the chair across the fire. “He called, but you didn't listen.”

“Yeah, I was just... Trying to run from my own thoughts, I think.”

“What happened?” The question is the same as earlier, but it means something entirely different. This isn't about the ice cracking, it's about what led you into that situation. Raising your eyes from the flames, you find Ivar's intense stare as he leans forward, the fire illuminating his features.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to tell him. “I heard Bjorn and your father talking and when I caught my name I decided to know what was that about and... Bjorn said something about a prophecy that says he'll marry a princess and guess what? He thinks I'm the princess.” A humorless laugh escapes your lips.

“Bjorn wants to marry you?” He states, cupping his hands together, anger taking over this expression.

“I don't care what Bjorn wants, only about what I want and I surely don't want him.” It sounds mean, like you despise the man. “I won't be told what to do, not here, not anywhere else, I'm done with being just a piece on somebody else's game.”

A smile creeps through Ivar's lips, and the anger slowly fades. “That's good to know.”

“And... Ragnar said he kept me alive because he promised my father.” Looking down at your hands, you decide to share this with him as well. “That if I didn't get used to Kattegat he'd just send me anywhere. He wasn't thinking about any prophecy.”

“So you're not into Bjorn?” Ivar asks, and you stand up, rolling your eyes.

“I wouldn't have fallen into a frozen lake if I was.” Running a hand through your hair, you tell yourself not to keep bringing that up. The talking or the lake incident. Both things are better if forgotten. “I thought it made things obvious.”

“I've been seen women falling for Bjorn since I can remember.” Ivar says, resting the clutch on his lap. “Some had him, some were left with a broken heart. The older he gets, more women chase after him. Can you blame me for thinking you would be one of those?”

Turning to look at him with both hands on your hips, you chose to be honest. As honest as you can, because there are things you don't understand, things you can't put into words. “In the boat, sailing here, for a moment I thought Bjorn was... I don't know, he was being nice to me. But it didn't take long for things to... Change.” The moment you saw Ivar for the very first time, something went off... Or on, inside you. You don't know what, but suddenly Bjorn was already on second plan. But you're not bold enough to tell him that. “Then he knocked me down with a shield, made my mare bolt up a slope, and now the lake... It wasn't directly his fault but I didn't like him talking about me like I'm just a thing that he thinks belongs to him just because someone else said so.” You get angrier with every word, as the memory of everything he said comes back. Moving to the table, you grab a cup and pour some drink for yourself, taking long sips. “I'll belong to whoever I chose, and only if he wants to belong to me as well.” You only realize what you said when you can't take it back anymore. Taking a deep breath, you drink what's left before putting the cup down. “Sorry, I needed to give vent to my anger.”

“That's alright.” Ivar stands up, slowly making his way over you. “It's good to know you won't bow down. You're more Viking than some people I know.”

“More Viking? Please, I can't even hold a sword properly.” You're about to move away when Ivar's hand comes to your waist, holding you as he did on the day you almost fainted because of the head injury. It clouds your mind immediately, and when you turn back at him, your faces are only a few inches away.

“You can still learn if you want and if you don't...” His hand moves away, coming to caress your cheek instead. His fingertips are cold, but they leave a trail of fire on your skin. “I'll still admire your bravery, Christian princess.”

The way he says it makes you smile. For the first time, it doesn't come out as an insult, or in a sarcastic way. Could Ivar accept you, despite the differences between your worlds? Right now, it feels like he can.

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shelby-love · 4 years

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KELLY SEVERIDE

Good to be back.

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: Sorry for dissappearing! Writers block is an absolute b and it still isn't gone but I guess it's enough to get me back on track. Much love everyone! 💕

"Good luck sis." Your older brother says behind you. The deep breath you tried to hide pushed through and makes you exhale loudly. After turning your body to face him you make your way to hug him once more.

After a decade of being away from the magnificent city of Chicago, the one you were born in, you finally came back.

Firehouse 51 looks intimidating as you stand before it. "Alright. I'll see you at home."

Your brother leaves you be by entering the car and driving away. With your duffle bag thrown over your shoulder you start walking towards the massive house.

You see several vehicles parked in the driveway, one of them being your new ambulance vehicle. Your eyes roam around your surroundings.

"Hey can I help you somehow? I'm Joe." A good looking man comes up to you. His dementor is friendly and he makes you relax instantly.

"Yeah... Um actually I'm here as the new PIC. Ambulance 61?" You state, unsure if you actually came to the right house.

"Y/LN right? Yeah Chief told us. Come let me show you to his office." He starts walking rapidly fast while talking about all the rooms and people at the house. You struggle to keep up with the information so you decide to just watch and memorise the rooms.

"This is Connie. Connie this is our new PIC." He instructes you to the lady that sits at the desk. She looks really intimidating. She just shoots Joe a look and says, "I know. Hello Y/N. Welcome to firehouse 51."

When Joe tries to open the door Connie stops him, "He's busy right now. But he'll be done in a minute and th-"

Her words are cut off by the office door opening. Two men stride out wearing dark blue shirts meaning that they're lieutenants. The man that comes out second makes your heart beat faster instantly. He just seems really fimiliar to you.

When Kelly exited the office, the last thing he thought he would see was you. Literally the last thing.

"Y/N?" His mouth worked faster than his brain. All it took to get your mouth on the floor was him recognizing you after a decade.

He changed. A lot. He wasn't the boy you saw 10 years ago anymore. He grew up, handsomely too.

"Hey Kelly."

"Casey let's go I need to talk to you." He stated monotonous, acting like he didn't even know you anymore. Your name felt bitter in his mouth and you knew it.

As soon as the duo dissappeared Joe didn't try to hide his discomfort, "Well that was...wierd."

Joe wanted to comment more but his words were cut short by the bataillon chief. "Y/LN you can come in. Thank you Joe for showing her the way."

With a small salute Joe took this as his cue to leave. He wondered what was up with Severide, he never acted like that towards anyone new. When he saw him sitting at the squad table he debated whether to press him to get information or just stay put.

"Please Y/N take a seat. Make yourself comfortable." You couldn't really get comfortable until you got the green light from everyone...but after seeing Kelly you knew that wasn't going to be possible.

"I will keep this short. Leslie Shay is going to help you get settled in the ambulance but I'm sure you'll have no problem."

"Ambulance 61, truck 81, squad 3. Truck collision. South Clark 56."

Just great, you thought. Still not fully trusting your orientation in the firehouse you make your way outside with the chief. Once you spot Kelly next to the squad truck you hesitantly smile at him but he breaks contact and jumps inside.

"Hey I'm Shay? You okay if I drive?" A pretty blonde comes up to you. Your eyes are still locked on the squad truck and so the words slip just slip out. "Yeah sure."

"Oh my God! Finally someone with some sense," She rambles on happily while you sit in the passenger seat. "I mean it might take a while for you to get used to this... But take the wheel whenever you want! Or don't. Please don't. But I mean you can. Obviously..."

Fits of laughter overcome the nervousness in the ambo. "I'm Y/N."

Her eyes flash with something unknown to you. It's like she's trying to remember something... Or someone.

"Well nice to meet you partner." She smiles and makes a turn. "A little heads up. Collisions aren't that bad here in Chicago. We just have to squeeze into the vehicle. But don't worry! The guys make sure nothing happens to us."

Aren't that bad, she said.

Her words were proven to be false when you arrived at the scene. It was a terrible sight.

Two big loaded trucks smashed right into each other. The bigger truck now hanged over the cliff with the driver in his seat.

"Squeeze in you said Shay." You repeat her words and exit the ambo.

Where you lived you never had calls that big. You now doubted your abilities. Especially because you don't know anyone to ask for help except for Kelly who gave a honest impression that he doesn't like you anymore.

"Okay squad, truck, let's get them out!" A man who's uniform read Casey announced. You grabbed the jump bag and followed them. The man that didn't hang from a cliff seemed to be lost in his thoughts when you came to him.

"Y/N I got him." Shay suddenly appeared beside you. "They need you there."

Confused about her words you told her, "But I don't know them or how they work."

"You're the PIC though," She held the man's head to protect his neck. "Look I know about you and Kelly and trust me when I say that he'll come back to his senses soon. But you can't let that affect the job. Go!"

You didn't have to be told twice as you detached yourself from the truck and ran towards the huddle. "Where do you guys need me?" You asked. To your suprise Kelly ignored the tension and walked towards you.

"We need you inside with him he's in pretty bad shape." He explained and grabbed the ropes, his rough hands and strong arms connected you to his ropes securely. No matter how much you tried you couldn't ignore the different type of connection that was growing between you.

"I'm sorry I left Kelly." You spoke truthfully.

He glanced up at you before putting his hand behind your back and walking you through the plan. "Just be safe."

***

"Sir stay with me okay?!" You were trying to keep him stable while Kelly connected ropes to him as quickly as he could. He won't be able to make it unless you get him out now. "Kelly we don't have a lot of time!"

"Done! Cruz get him out now!!" Both squad and truck were trying hard to get him out without putting too much weight onto the hanging vehicle. After they get him out the two of you were next and until then you were stuck inside.

"You know I didn't have a choice?" You tell him. You want him to know you didn't just abandon what the two of you had.

"Y/N now is not the time."

Words were forming in you brain but before you could say them the weight of the truck shifted and the two of you sank with it. Before you could grab onto the rope your body shifted backwards and you almost flew through the broken window.

"Hey!" Kelly reached out and grabbed you. The look of fear in his eyes was evident and made you realise that this is the right time.

"You do realise we're only going to say what's on our mind not that we're closer to death than life?" Your words are meant to be a bit sarcastic and you voice is supposed to sound light but it turns out to be none of those things.

"Stop joking," Kelly sighs and helps you settle back in as carefully as possible. "You wanna know why I'm acting the way I am?"

You only nod.

"Because you left me when I wanted to tell how much I love you."

You're so struck by his words that you forget where you are.

"And because you left and made me think that I did something wrong."

He tries to avoid your eyes by looking back at the rest of the firefighters that are getting the patient safely on the ground.

"Kelly..."

"No forget it." He waves his hands but you aren't letting it go. Instead you do what you wanted to do for years and years. You lean in and kiss him.

With that one careful kiss you apologise for everything that happened.

You're scared Kelly will pull away but he only returns the kiss. He pulls away only when the other ropes arrive gives you his famous smile that made you fall for him all of those years ago.

"We're not done yet." He starts connecting more ropes to your body and the tension is higher than it ever was before. "You still have a lot to apologise for."

You wonder how to do it and smile.

Six words: It is good to be back.

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tired-angry-fuki-writes · 5 years

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A Heart that do not Waver, A Soul that do not change

Ch.I

Something that was teared in half still continues to wander its path. The mask reveals what's behind it and the kind gesture fruits in journey to the south.

"Hmmm..." a man purrs in wonder, emptying his pipe into the ash in irori. Flames cover the insides of the room in fiery glow, casting wild shadows. "So you really want to learn this style?" His big, bulging eyes fixate on the girl again. Her face has this serious expression that is making her look like person who is much older than she is in fact, but looks younger than their age. Such a strange thought he's having.

"Yes. I made up my mind," she says, undisturbed, calm and determination in her voice and gleam in her eyes that have nothing to do with said glow.

"I would not recommend it, you know," he says clearly with care in his voice.

"With all my respect toward you, master, but that doesn't matter. My decision is final," the blonde bowed slightly when she spoke. The old man let out a heavy sigh, but small smile appeared on his lips. She always was persistent one.

"I think you should think about it more. It's kind of... difficult one. It may turn out to be inconvenient in your case. And most importantly, why this one though?"

"Many reasons," she stated shortly. Silence fell upon the two.

"Is it because of her?" The man asked, breaking it.

Girl reached for the long object wrapped neatly in white fabric and placed it across her lap. She didn't say anything more.

It is because of her.

The girl runned through the forest. Chirping of the bugs, humming of the leaves and rustle of the groundcover under her light steps mixed all together, occasionally interrupted by the thud of her jumping on the ground or silent cracks when she stepped on a stick. She visibly wasn't in hurry, but nor she looked like having lot of time. Her pace slowed into a jog and she crouched down burying her fingers into damp moss to catch firmer balance. Her eyes peered down intensively, yet somehow with calm, examinating something in the green carpet. Soft rustle came from the near bushes behind her back and the head of blonde locks snaps upward, eyes staring into the dark depths of forest with new intensity. Hare bursts out from between tge leaves and runs desperately in whatever direction, causing the same bushes to rustle again. But the girl seems undisturbed by it, dark brown orbs focused on something deep between trees. Her brows furrow slightly, and then her eyes suddenly are wide open in surprise.

"Huh?" She blinks owlishly and solidifies, unmoving like under the spell. She staring in same direction for a while before jumping into run.

Girl slid the shoji and spilled the water from wooden basin onto the stone steps, when she noticed someone on the engawa. She placed a hand over her forehead to cover the eyes from bright sunlight and recognized the figure. The girl hesitated for a moment, observing the person before balancing the basin on her hip and approaching them slowly. She was trying to choose the right words on her way, but she couldn't, so she just stood there in silence looking down at the back of the other kid. She took a deep breath and spoke finally.

"Isn't it boring for you?" She asked, and then looked at the sky where their eyes were focused.

"No, they always change, it can't be boring," a kid replied cheerfuly, but didn't paid much attention to the girl at first. She squeezed her lips, eyebrows knitted when she looked, unsure, to the side.

"Everything is all right?" The kid asked suddenly, looking the girl in the face with warm smile. She nodded and looked at the sky.

"Hai. I guess it can't be boring," she mumbled. The kid returned their gaze to the sky and began to hum, drawing shapes in the air with a finger. Girl turned her steps back inside, leaving the basin next to the door and marched the corridor until she spotted a woman with basket full of clean sheets in her hands, talking with the younger one. She stopped in her tracks, fiddling with the sleeve of her uniform, battle inside her head. The younger woman spotted the worried kid and the talk was cut as the other turned to face her. She smiled and approached the girl.

She leaned to look her in the face, "What is it? Is it about her?"

The girl blinks and then darts her gaze away, pressing her lips together again.

It is about her.

Her hand reaches for the mask on the back of her head and pulls it on her face in one quick move, while the other hand wanders to her hip and lands on the sheath just below the guard.

She runs leaning forward, jumping over fallen trees and bouncing of rocks or stubs. She lopes, every step ripping the moss and grass from the ground and throwing it into the air.

Kumo no kokyu. She repeats calmly in her thoughts focusing on the sensation of air filling her lungs to the very depths of it. Bouncing off the tree she jump onto the thick branch, landing in crouch. One thrust is in the guard with thumb is what it take to make the blade click off its sheath.

It's for her.

She pushes off of the branch with all the strength in her legs and it quakes under the the impact.

But I should rather say...

Her hands catch the blade spinning in the air before she begins to fall, knees brought to her chest and hands high above her head.

...It's for us both.

Shi no kata... It's appearing in her head unwittingly, when she's gritting her teeth.

Because, we were like one.

...Ukiyo no Taoreru!

Blade flashes in moonlight when it's swung down. She lands on the ground crouching when the sliced off arm swirls in the air spraying the blood around before it falls onto the ground with heavy thud, and falls apart into ash.

So I am carrying that on...

Demon growls deeply, peering over its shoulder on her when she stands up and turns her body to face it, flicking the blood from the blade bathed in blue glow. She looks to the side where her eyes lands on the young man, reduced to quivering mess with tears flowing down his cheeks. His hand bleeds badly, even despite the fact that he pressures the wound with all his might.

She throws her look back at the monster, gesturing the man to run. And he doesn't hesitate for a second.

"A hunter?" Demon humms eyeing her from head to toe when his arm regrows. She just stands, unmoving and analysing the enemy.

"You'll regret that you got up so early. I'm going to break every of your bones before eating you alive, boy!"

It yells leaping straight in her direction.

...with that given word to do not change.

Burgundy haired boy yawns as he marches down the road between two rice fields.

"A-aah, I hope we'll make it in time, Nezuko. The sun will rise soon," Tanjiro mumbles sleepily. He was wrenched away from the bed by the cries of his crow annoucing next mission. But something suddenly stops him in his track. His eyes widen as he sucks air into his nostrils.

A smell of blood.

Tanjirou is tenses up in alarm when he sees someone running in his direction. The smell of fear is strong enough for him to recognize even despite the distance between him and a stranger. He rushes toward them and when the face of young male comes into view he can see him cry.

"Is everything alright? What happened?" Tanjiro shouts to him before the man falls to the ground desperately grabbing his Haori. He's covered with his own blood.

"The woods! Don't go in there! The demon!"

"The demon?!" Burgundy haired boy gasps.

"Yes! A man eating demon! A boy appeared and I run away, he's going to get eaten! Please don't go there, you'll get killed too!" He cries. Tanjirou gently grabs hands of a young man in his own.

"Calm down, everything is going to be alright now, run to your house and get someone to treat your wound. I can't help you now. I need to take care of that thing before this boy will get eaten, okay?" He explains calmly and the terrified man nods, seeming eased a little bit.

"But you'll die!" He states, but Tanjiro just smiles.

"Don't worry about me, I can handle it," he replies letting go off his hands. "Go, and don't look back or slow down until you are safe in your house," he says looking up at the woods where the man emerged with his brow slightly knitted. He has to hurry.

The smell of blood leads him to the place. He can see the demon figure towering over someone fallen to the ground, and the monster is ready to attack. Tanjirou is gritting his teeth after a deep breath. Mizu no kokyu, ni no kata, he thinks with his sword unsheathed and jumps in the direction of demon.

Shimatta, I won't make it. Think, Think!

"Hey!" The boy shouts and demons head instantaneously turns toward him. He lifts his sword, but all he sees is a flash in the moonlight and a splash of blood from the neck of the monster. The masked boy is standing like in swallow pose, a sword with blood on it in one of his hand. He does a flip landing gracefully on his feet when the head bounces off the moss and rolls on the ground.

Tanjirou is so shocked that he can't move for two seconds. And it's enough to make it too late for him to stop before he'll be able to not hit the tree. He must act quick, so he rolls on the ground and it's the last thing he can remember.

Tanjirou squeezes his eyelids in sudden pain concurrent with his comeback to consciousness. He hears a rustle and when he tries to open his eyes the first thing that comes into view is complete blur. He blinks few times and sees a kitsune mask really close to his face.

"Uwaaah!" A sound escapes his mouth at an unexpected view startling the stranger and causing them to jump slightly. They're out of balance and fall back, sitting on his stomach. Tanjiro coughs at the sensation of their weight on his guts and they must've understood what caused it because they quickly jump back moving off of him.

He crawls back, leaning on his elbows and looking at the silhouette sitting between his legs with the linked knees.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't meant to scare you," a soft voice is weakish by the mask, but the sound of it surprise the boy. The mask is removed from the face of a stranger and his eyes widen.

"I just thought you were dead," the owner of the sweet voice stated with a small smile and Tanjirou somehow couldn't bring himself to look away from the beautiful face of young girl with clever and vigilant eyes in the colour of rich soil.

Partly from surprise, that behind the mask is the girl not a boy like he thought, and partly caught by her eye-pleasing appereance he stares at the blonde bathed in bright sun rays blankly before speaking.

"A... are you a demon slayer?" He asks before the silence was about to get any more awkward. It was a stupid question, according to the fact he saw her decapitate a demon and she is wearing an uniform, but it allows him to get back to his senses.

"Hai. You are too, aren't you?" She says when he is standing up. Tanjirou offers her a hand to help, and she accepts it.

"Arigato," she mumbles and gives him a soft smile before brushing away the the blades of grass and dust from her clothes. He peeks at her chest to confirm that he isn't mistaken, and the person before him is not a boy as he thought and as the man he encountered assumed. He notices the bulge under the uniform just in the moment she looks up at him.

"Kamado Tanjirou!" He bursts out, trying to not let the pink hue stain his cheeks. "My name is Kamado Tanjirou."

She smiles weakly again.

"Furuse Ikoiyo. Nice to meet you Tanjirou-san," she bowed slightly, so he did the same. Silence falls upon them again and Tanjirou feels the need to break it.

"Anoo... it may be a stupid question but did you was assigned to this mission, Ikoiyo-san?"

"Iie. Why are you asking, Tanjirou-san?"

"Because I was assigned to kill the demon roaming these woods. But you made it before I could, I guess."

"I'm sorry for my interruption then," she states plainly

"Iie, it's nothing, I mean, I... I should thank you," he laughed nervously scratching the back of his head. But suddenly something came to his mind, shadowing it like dark thunder clouds covering the sky and sun.

"The box," he mumbled, "I had the box with me. Furuse-san, did you...?!"

But he doesn't have the chance to finish, as the girl hands it to him. Feeling the weight of Nezuko inside he felt the clutch of dread leaving his heart. He sighs with relief while girl is putting on her haori. Tanjirou appreciates the traditional cloud and wave patterns on it in silence. It was pretty.

"Hee? Why did you covered it?" He asks innocently, clearly a bit puzzled.

"I thought it was precious to you. It seems expensive and made with special purpose," she explains adjusting the sleeves. He only prays that she won't ask what was that purpose.

"How are you feeling? You hit your head pretty hard when you tried to save me," Ikoiyo asks, causing him to feel relieved that she decided to not continue the topic.

"Ah, I'm fine. My head is really hard. Thank you for asking," he chuckles. "How long I was unconscious?"

"A little more than hour and half," she replies, "the dawn already came a while ago. You was breathing so I decided to wait till you wake up, but I started to worry if you're still alive. Your breath was getting so silent. Again, I'm sorry for scaring you."

"It's nothing, really. Thank you for taking care of me."

"I'm happy to help," she gave him a sweet, kind smile bowing her head gently. An idea popped into Tanjirou's mind.

"Ikoiyo-san! Are you hungry?" He grabbed her hand into his own, sparkles in his burgundy eyes as he stared into her brown ones.

"Huh?"

"Let me treat you to breakfast for doing my job with that demon and watching over me when I was asleep! Onegaishimasu!"

~☁~

"So you was on your way back? Tanjirou asked, munching on the chashu from his ramen and looking at Ikoiyo. The street was wide awake with chatter and the sounds of stiring pan filled the small booth they were in.

She slurps on the noodles, nodding.

"Mhm," she swallows, "but I decided to take a longer way and check the woods."

"That's strange but incredible. If you wasn't there that man could die. But what made you check it? You knew there could be a demon?"

"Gut feeling," she states shortly, shurging.

"I don't know if it's correct to ask, but how long have you been in Slaying Corps?"

"It's okay. Hmm..." she looks at the ceiling in wonder, "three months, I think."

"Huh? But I haven't seen you on final selection this year."

"Ah, it's a stupid and embarrassing story," she looked to the side, slightly embarrassed but Tanjirou can still see her face and that she's smiling. "I got a serious blood loss from a flesh wound and I got on the place first and passed right away. So I've been send off to treatment immediately. It's not something to be proud of, I know, but I won't mind if you laugh."

"I'm not going to laugh, Ikoiyo-san. You did well surviving and you should be proud. Many kids did not make it," sad, ruthful smile was adorning Tanjirous face when he looked in his bowl, "But I cannot say it's not kinda funny story. You finished first, but couldn't hold on to the beginning of ceremony. Fate is sometimes so wanton, right?" He smiles brightly looking up at the girl. She chuckles at his words.

"It sure is," she sighs calmly, leaning over the table and supporting her head with a hand. Her palm is placed on her cheek, and Tanjirou catches himself thinking that she look cute.

"I'm happy I met you, given that I had no chance back at the selection. It's nice to met another slayer, especially same rank as mine!" He stated happily.

"I also haven't encountered any Tsuchinoe yet and here - the first I met is so nice," she smiled, but Tanjirous face goes gloomy and awkward at the same time.

"Tsuchinoe? Your rank is...?" He asks weakly.

"Hmm? And yours?" She asks looking a bit of puzzled.

"I'm... I'm a Mizunoto... still... I think. The best case scenario Mizunoe," he mumbles weakly dropping his head.

"Ah, don't worry! Don't be sad over it. I'm just overworking," she starts straightening up and waving her hands. Blonde is looking at him with wide eyes, worried slightly. "Tanjirou-san."

Boy lifts his head to look at her after she called his name.

"I have no doubts you're doing great so don't over think it, i don't want to make you sad after you bought me a breakfast," she gives him close-eyed smile and then turns her gaze to the side, lightly embarrassed. He couldn't help but smile too.

"You're right," he sighed, "I'll use this as my motivation to grow stronger!" He lifts his clencged fists in the air out of the motivation, with the broad smile and sparkles in his eyes.

"So, Tanjirou-san, what are you planning on now?" Ikoiyo asks, changing the topic quickly.

"Hee?" Her question brings him back to reality from his planning about getting stronger. Tanjirou looks at her, clearly puzzled and she blinks owlishly at the boy.

"Caw caw! South! South!" The cry filled the air when black bird was circling in the air next to the booth they were in. They turned around in their seats looking at the row on the street.

"Kamado Tanjirou and Furuse Ikoiyo! Caw! Your next mission is South! Head south! Caw!" It continued the announcement as the bystanders looked at it, uneasy about talking bird.

A woman squeaks when the other bird flies right above her head and past the curtain of the both. It lands on the Ikoiyo shoulder and she looks at the boy

"Well looks like I got an answer."

Word count: 3161

Here we go with Chapter One. I hope the POV jumping and lenght wasn't something tiresome or confusing, but caught your attention. And I hope you enjoyed our baby boy appereance. Let me know what you think!

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The Winter Soldier is Still Here (Part 25 - “Hail Hydra”) (Bucky/Winter Soldier x reader)

Description: You’re working at the local farmers market when you meet Bucky and catch his eye, not only because you’re the only one who sells plums, but because you treat him like a normal person. As a friendship begins to bloom, it quickly grows into a relationship and you learn that life with Bucky isn’t as easy it originally seemed. I SUCK AT DESCRIPTIONS!

Word count: 2044....a short one, I'm sorry, but I thought a short update might be better than none. In the words of Peggy, “It’s been so long.”

Warnings: Language.

Author’s Note: I don't own art.

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READER POV

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I stared in disgusted awe at Jake. This...this was not happening. He was...

"Jake, " I asked almost silently. "Who are y-? Why? What is going on?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh please, " he now spoke with a heavy Russian accent, "don't even start with dramatics and hysterics. None of that will help you. Nothing will, really. Oh, the Asset thinks he will save you. Hell, he probably believes he'll sacrifice himself for you, but no. He has no idea the storm that will soon hit him."

"But, Jake....you're...you're... what about the hospital? The hike? Our relationship."

"Oh, you thought that was real," Jake questioned in the voice I recognized. Then he laughed aloud. "Woman, you're a fool. The Asset really fucked you up, didn't he? You fell so easily into the trap. You've been the easiest target we've ever had. If you had left him be you'd have never become involved, yet here you are, still pining for him in New York."

I attempted to get up but the threatening tone that propelled itself at me stopped me cold.

"Don't dare fucking move, you bitch."

"I just, I don't understand. Any of it."

"Боже. ты идиот, но теперь долго, маленькая сука. Look, you're pathetic so I'm going to tell you this and then it's lights out. I'm not Jake. I wouldn't have such a trashy American name. You were the target to get to Barnes. Soon enough he won't remember you and you'll have no way of remembering him. Therefore, rest well knowing that you're the reason he will be serving Hydra once again."

As promised I was unconscious in the next second. The last thing I remembered was his cold hands around my throat and the room slowly dimming until there was nothing but pitch black.

BUCKY POV

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I ran to the weaponry faster than I had run in quite some time. I had to get to (y/n) soon. If I didn't get there quick enough, they'd kill her just for spite. As I got to the vault, a message came through on Steve's phone which I would have to steal. It was a location: Jumping Jack Powerplant. While the actual location of this plant had been erased from public record, I knew it well as the hideout Hydra had used when it was after Nick Fury and after its full control attempt at overtaking S.H.I.E.L.D. The location had to be close enough to D.C. to arrive in a short time yet far enough so that it was off of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar. I quickly grabbed all of my usual choices: Gerber Yari ll Tanto, SIG-Sauer P220ST, and Vz.61 Skorpion. To be honest, I didn't plan to put up much of a fight unless that's what it took to free (y/n) and get her to safety. Otherwise, I was planning to do what they asked but it was best not to go empty-handed. I closed the vault quickly and as I turned around Natasha was standing in front of me.

"Barnes, what's going on?" The tone of her voice told me she already had a clue.

"Nothing, Natasha. Don't tell anyone I'm gone. I have to go." I pushed past her but she quickly caught up.

"It's Hydra isn't it," she asked as she followed me down the steps. I'd make it downstairs quicker that way.

"Natasha," I called over my shoulder, "please, just go back and pretend you never saw me."

"No," she wouldn't leave me. I halted and turned to her quickly but before I could speak, she figured it out.

"They've got her, don't they?" Her words hit me again like a fresh ton of bricks, the reality sinking in more than it already had. I halted for a second to stop myself from stumbling as the weight on my chest began to cave in. I began to continue my descent but she didn't move.

"They're just trying to get to you, Barnes. They only want you."

"You think I don't know that? I don't care. I can't let her die on my account."

"Just so we're clear."

She quickly caught up with me and actually passed me. By the time I made it down she already had the vehicle pulled to the door.

"Get in." After I was in and the door just shut, "where to," she asked.

"Jumping Jack Powerplant. It's North o-"

"Of D.C. Yeah, I remember." I simply nodded. We rode in silence for quite some time. When we were about 15 minutes out, she broke the silence. "So what's the plan when we get in." I remained silent. "You do have a plan, right," she asked worriedly.

"Yeah. Kill anyone who gets in my way to (y/n)."

READER POV

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I awoke with bright lights shining in my eyes, lights so bright that I immediately had to squint. There was a beeping noise. It started to speed up and then I realized it must have been a heart monitor.

"The stupid princess awakes," Jake...or whatever his name was...spat. "The asset isn't here yet so you might as well calm down. No use in screaming either, no one will ever hear you and we made it where you can't reach your full voice anyway."

I tried to speak but no sound came out. I began to panic. What had he done to me? He smiled.

"You're one of the most stubborn women I've ever met. I just told you-you cannot reach your full voice, yet what is the first thing you try to do? You won't be able to scream or even speak for a while. You might as well calm down, otherwise, I'll put you back under." I attempted to calm down. I needed to be as aware of everything he would do as I possibly could. I tried to lie still and keep my face even and emotionless. After a few moments of this, he commented on it. "Hmm, maybe there's a reason you and the Asset got along so well. You're both able to turn off your emotion so well. Granted I'm sure the serum helps." I had to stop my eyes from growing and becoming restless again as he got ready to continue.

"You know, this little serum right here," he held up a syringe that held an almost clear, slightly blue-tinted liquid inside, "took us many years to perfect but once we did, we made vats of it. We keep it stored safely away in a top secret location, of course. I can't wait to use it on you. The ladies always have the best reaction," he finished explaining eerily. He began wrapping an elastic band around my arm and I couldn't remain calm any longer. I started to try and shake the table straps loose so that I could, in turn, get away. I knew it was useless but I had to fight. If nothing else, maybe I could keep him from getting whatever serum he was so in love with, within my body. I couldn't scream but that didn't stop me from trying. I could feel the tight sinched air attempting to scratch its way out into the warehouse but it wasn't going far. I didn't struggle for long. He stuck a different syringe quickly in my arm and there was the darkness that immediately surrounded me.

BUCKY POV

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Natasha parked far enough away that we wouldn't be detected and I got into the driver's seat and drove slowly up to the building, on high alert for any sneak attacks. I knew Natasha wouldn't be far behind me, probably already making her way into the building before I pulled up and parked outside of the locked fence. After I took a quick observance of my surroundings, I got ready to jump the fence when the gate to my right began to open. They knew I was here. They had learned how to hide their cameras better than they had in the past.

I entered the grounds, even more, hyperaware of the fact that they had eyes on me even though I didn't have my own on them than I was before. After I had walked about 15 feet I saw them, I saw him. I recognized him immediately which was surprising considering I couldn't remember much else. As soon as he spoke I knew this was the man who had posed as Jake.

"Charscovsky."

"Soldier."

"What an honor that you'd meet me at the entrance, " I attempted not to sneer. All he did was smile mischievously.

"Oh, come now, Soldier. You act as though we weren't close once."

"You and I have very different definitions of 'close' then."

The eerie smile never left his face. He turned on his heel and began to leisurely lead the way into the building. As he led me in I noticed just the faintest blur of red hair to my left before I entered and I was grateful in that moment that Natasha had refused to be left behind.

"(Y/n) has had such wonderful things to say about you."

"Take me to her."

"Oh, now, now, Soldier. You'll be reunited soon enough. First, we need to discuss a few things."

"We don't need to discuss anything except you telling me where (Y/n) is. Once she's out of here we'll discuss whatever you like."

"You see, that was a huge problem that we never did perfect with the soldier serum."

He waited for me to respond but I refused. He stopped at a door and turned to look at me.

"You're not curious, huh? I suppose I'll say it anyway. It'll be valuable information to you very soon."

He paused again waiting for a response but when he realized I wasn't going to, that smile he had held for the entirety of the time since our eyes had met, began to fade which almost brought one to my face.

"Whether you're curious or not, Soldier, what I'm referring to is the ability to negotiate. You see, we didn't think about that at the time. Elimination and defense were the prime qualities we wanted but now, looking back, I can see it is something we will need to work on in the future. I imagine you'll soon wish we would have too." He arrived at a door and stopped. Four guards stepped between us as he leaned down and pressed his face to a retinal recognition. I suppose they knew I would be tempted to attack and dissemble in order to get to her if he were left unprotected. I heard the door unlock before opening into darkness. My body tensed as I didn't know what this meant. He waved off the guards so that they walked behind us and he led the way into the dark.

I then heard two thumps on each side of me. I turned, fully alert, ready for a fight, but instead, I saw nothing but as the room lit, a dash of red flew past me and took down Charscovsky, pinning him to the floor.

"Oh," he smirked, "Ms. Romanoff, what a pleasant surprise."

"Where is she?" Natasha sneered.

"Oh yes, you have become fond of her too, haven't you?" Natasha pushed down against his throat more, so that he had to put more effort into continuing, "не волнуйся, ты скоро ее увидишь." He smiled again, mischief playing happily across his eyes. Natasha stood and jerked him up along with her. I stepped to him, toe-to-toe. "Where the hell is she?" I was now snarling. He smiled and remained silent a moment. He was clearly enjoying himself.

"Oh, зимняя принцесса," he said louder as if he was calling to someone else.

"What?" Natasha quickly questioned.

"No," I said, not wanting to believe what he was saying. Fear and anger took me over. My vision blurred. "No!" I exclaimed, pushing him into the wall to my left. My left hand grasped his throat, the metal plates of my arm shifting to strengthen my grip. All the while he smiled.

"Bucky, what is it? What's he saying?" Natasha asked, worry filling her tone. She didn't have to wait long to find out.

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