“You lost puppy?” – commented Riven with a sly smile. You rolled with your eyes at him approaching you. He tilted his head to the side, smirking as he loved to see a reaction from you. You didn’t gave him one, just slowly crossing your arms. – “Leave my girlfriend alone, Riven!” – you heard being called out. From behind Riven appeared Beatrix with a cunningly smile. She moved past Riven as you pretended to bite at him. He scrunched his nose, wiggling his head in a mocking way. You licked your lips soft when Beatrix let her fingers slide down your cheek. She purred, taking a hold of you.
Beatrix swooped you up, kissing you forcefully. Riven looked a bit awkward away, tugging his hands in his pocket. Beatrix turned around; her lipstick smudged all over your lips. – “You were saying.” – asked she with a stone-cold look. Riven opened his jacket with his hands still tugged inside. He turned around, knowing not to mess with her. Beatrix turned her attention to you again, moving her fingers through your hair. – “How is my little mix.” – purred she out with a melodic voice. You locked your arm around hers, heading for class. – “Perfect, my storm.” – complimented you back.
Beatrix got wild, railing herself against you. She was clinging onto you, her one foot popping up as she took in your lovely smell. – “You drive me wild, Y/n.” – breathed she out, high on you. You chuckled as she stroke your shoulder whilst walking. Many heads turned in your direction as you entered the cafeteria, you just needed to get across, heading for class. Beatrix snarled at anyone who would dare to give you a look that looks a bit suspicious. Beatrix was very protective of you. You were like her most contained treasure. She the dragon guarding her treasure of gold with anything she possessed.
You exhaled soft at her cute but slightly dominate flair. In another hallway opened you, your hand to her. Beatrix quirked her eyebrow curiously up. From the palm of your hand sprung a root that slowly un-popped into a black rose. Beatrix gasped at your gesture, taking the rose from you. She smelled it, unable to stop smiling. She then slapped you against your shoulder. – “Au! What was that for!” – called you out, confused. – “You know damn well!” – hissed Beatrix at you, pulling a bit at the petals. You sighed deep, taking her arm again. – “A flower won’t kill me.” – said you in a weary tone.
“A flower perhaps not, mix, but a thousand might if you keep storing energy in these things.” – responded Beatrix with a wicked undertone. You sighed again. – “Alright, I promise not to use my powers for any minor things…” – answered you loud. – “Even when it means I can’t please my girlfriend anymore.” – whispered you out, lowering your voice. Beatrix had heard it, pulling you to a stop by grabbing your elbow. – “I’m just looking out for you!” – called she out. – “I’m not losing you, certainly not over a flower.” – she threw the flower over her shoulder as you tried to grasp for it. Your beautiful masterpiece, thrown away.
Taking a deep breath, took you a hold of both her arms. – “You won’t lose me… Trix… I’m… I’m alright…” – reassured you her. – “You better be!” – With her finger poked she you in the chest. Taking her hand, continued you to head over to class. You had to admire her vulnerability around you. The only reason Beatrix was so worried about your well-being is because you are what people may call a rare fairy. Not born with one, but at least five abilities. Making you kind the hybrid amongst fairies. You were an earth fairy, but also a fire, light, water, and a mind fairy. All in one.
“Morning Miss Dowling!” – greeted you, entering her classroom with Beatrix. – “Morning girls.” – replied she with a soft smile. Beatrix performed a dramatic curtsy at her to annoy her even more. – “Take your seat Beatrix.” – said Dowling with a soft sigh. You held hands with her till up to your seat. You sat down, Beatrix leaning down on it. She leaned in close, her face up to yours. She whispered some loving words to you that made you flutter. – “Today, please Miss Beatrix.” – called Farah out. Beatrix rolled her eyes with a groan. Beatrix wasn’t going to let Dowling stop her from kissing you. You shared a slow and passionate kiss where your lips felt like being glued to her.
cleared her throat as Aisha came sitting beside you. Beatrix sighed annoyed, pulling herself up. – “Already going!” – said she, seeing Farah stare unamused at her. Beatrix took her time to walk away from your desk, blowing you a kiss. You blew one back. Beatrix took her seat, sitting next to some light fairy. She glared at her just to make a statement. The last few girls took their seats, hurrying inside. Farah was standing before her desk, clasping her hands together. – “Lovely to see you all girls.” – said she, seeing Beatrix pretend to yawn. Farah didn’t let it poke her, moving on. – “Today we shall start on the practice of some more advanced magic.” – Farah leaned against her desk, overlooking everyone.
“Balance and control is very vital.” – continued she to lecture. – “If one has not the control over it’s own emotions and powers… they are certain to fail.” – Dowling started to walk through the middle. Bloom swallowed nervously. Aisha beside you, looked quickly down at her own desk to avoid eye contact. – “Perhaps a demonstration? Who would like to give it a try?” – Farah started going around desks, everyone avoiding her eye contact. She stood near a desk as the girl nearly fainted that Dowling would choose her. Dowling rested her hand on the desk, giving the girl more anxiety.
“Y/n!” – said she, looking up to you. The girl where Farah stood by her desk, exhaled deep. You made eye contact with Beatrix. Beatrix shook her head. Farah awaited your display. You swallowed nervously, getting up from your desk. All eyes on you, motioned Farah for you to walk up to the desk. So everyone could see you. – “Don’t!” – hissed Beatrix at you in a low voice. – “Mix!” – whispered she out. Her little nickname for you. Since you were her mixture of sweetness and abilities. With trembling hands went you up to the front.
Standing in front of everyone, felt you exposed. – “Use any kind of ability you prefer.”- said Farah, leaning back against some cupboards to observe. You nodded, slowly bringing your hands up. You waited for further instructions of what Farah expected from you. Beatrix was still shaking her head, trying to whisper to you to not go through with it. Farah explained what she wished of you. Closing your eyes, focused you on one particular ability. Opening your eyes shined they bright blue. Between your hands emerged water as you let it move up in a circle. The water was flowing around in a circle. You inhaled deep, seeing Farah nod.
You brought your hands slowly together allowing the circle of water to form into a ball. A small ball that was hovering from the palms of your hands. – “Wonderful!” – said Farah, clapping loud. You were in focus as suddenly you gasped loud, taking by a force. Beatrix widened her eyes at you as your eyes turned bright red. Around the ball of water that still hovering in your hand, formed a ring of fire. The fire was keeping the ball of water in place. Spinning fast around it. Girls started to gasp when from inside the ball of water emerged a bright light. The water was shining as Stella moved her hand to her mouth in shock. Your eyes were shining bright in a light color as you were breathing in a slight panic.
You had no idea what was happening. You had no true control over it as your body simply performed the actions. – “Make it stop!” – bit Beatrix out. Your head shot back, grasping for air as your eyes changed color again. From up your wrists to your fingertips came roots twirling up. – “Stop it!” – Beatrix jumped up from her seat, slamming her hands on her desk. She turned to Farah, demanding her to interfere. Farah was baffled, caught with not knowing what to do or how to stop it. Your body started to shake at the immense power you were using all at once. – “Y/n!” – screamed Beatrix out, seeing you suddenly collapse to the ground.
Everyone got up in shock as Beatrix pushed them aside. She rushed to your side, kneeling beside you. – “Y/n? Y/n?” – breathed she out, her hand trembling with fear of touching you. She touched your cheek carefully, trying to get a reaction from it. You weren’t responding as her emotions took over. Beatrix pulled you up to her lap, cherishing you into her arms. – “I’m sorry…so sorry.” – sobbed she out, rocking you gently. Farah and some other students came closer. – “Stay away!” – screamed Beatrix out with all her pain, setting lightning off.
Lightning bolted through the classroom, making them stagger back. – “Why did you chose her!” – bit Beatrix at Farah. – “Why?” – screamed she out, her words barely hearable through her cries of pain. – “B…Bea…” – mumbled you out, slowly opening your eyes. Beatrix looked down at you, wiping some hair out of your face. – “I’m here Y/n… I’m here…” – sobbed she out. You smiled soft, feeling her lips against your forehead. – “Miss Y/n… I am…I am sorry.” – confessed Farah, presenting herself humble. – “No, your not!” – replied Beatrix. She clenched her jaw, glaring deadly at her headmistress.
“To you she is nothing more but a pawn! But she is not. Y/n is not a pawn in your game. I shall not stand for it anymore. From now on, you stay away from her!” – yelled Beatrix out. You had found a bit of your strength back, pulling yourself a bit up. – “Bea… Bea…” – said you a bit out of breath. Beatrix kissed your forehead to reassure you that she was always on your side. – “We’re leaving!” – insisted Beatrix, helping you up to your feet. You clamped onto Beatrix, feeling drained from almost all your energy. Beatrix pushed everyone aside that stood in her way, leaving the classroom with not another word.
This was what she feared. She knew using your abilities to a certain level would wear you out. No one was built to contain so many abilities in one body. So you had to be extra careful when you used yours.
A/N: Heyo! This is for the lovely @that-wimpy-cowboy-doll who requested something with Arthur for the Valentines Gift thingy! Apologies for this being a little late; work has been short-staffed lately, which meant my writing time was cut to a considerably small amount. Hopefully this is what you want; if not, I’m totally fine with adjusting it to your needs! Much love!
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The night air was cool, a slight breeze disturbing the grass as you sat near the rock ledge at Horse Shoe Overlook. It was a relatively safe place. It was quiet, secluded; hardly a chance of being followed by any unsavory characters. Most of the gang was able to relax with the threat of danger having been quelled. At least for the time being spirits were high. That was evident by the faint sounds of guitar music and off-key singing reaching your ears. Normally you would be over there joining in on all the merriment.
But not tonight.
Tonight you had sequestered yourself away from the others, their positive auras putting a damper on your already bad mood. That and the thought that Arthur could return at any moment, his clothes all mussed from a full day of riding, and the sour expression that usually donned his face disappearing as he joined the other outlaws by the fire, oblivious to your inner turmoil. It made you sick to your stomach just thinking about it even now.
Suppressing a shiver, you wrapped your arms around yourself and dangled your legs over the ledge. The grasslands below were quiet. Not even a rabbit stirred among the foliage. It seemed to mirror the loneliness that was slowly building up within you. In some ways it was a small comfort; if you were feeling lonely, why shouldn’t the rest of the world feel lonely too.
A sigh involuntarily escaped your lips as your mind continued to think of the surly outlaw.
You had met him nearly over a year ago during one of your excursions to Blackwater. The gang hadn’t settler properly then; Arthur was sent as a look-out of sorts to scout the area and see if anything looked promising. You, on the other hand, were simply a farmers child running a few errands. It almost seemed like fate when you really thought about it. You hadn’t planned to be out and about, but your mother, a strong and very convincing woman, had insisted you go looking for another bolt of cloth. In reality, you suspected she had been hoping you would find a suitor. A dreamers hope really.
You had never been interested in anyone. Blackwater was a dry desert full of farmers desperate to pull together a boom town. They were all boring individuals; either expecting a spouse who would commit to more than their fair share of work or someone to produce a large family, which was something you weren’t ready for.
Not to mention your mother had talked you up to half the eligible suitors in town creating an aura of embarrassment and anxiety.
As you made your way through the various builders and hagglers, you had finally come to the only general store for miles. The building was crude, more of a haphazard collections of walls and roof, but it was enough to get the job done. The owner of the store, a middle-aged man with a full beard and thinning blonde hair, stood behind a pile of wooden boxes that served as a counter with a welcoming gleam in his eye.
“Hello there. What can I do for you today?”
“Morning Andrew, just here to pick up some cloth. Nothin’ too special.”
Andrew’s mouth pulled into a small smile.
“Well, we don’t have too much, but everything we have is in the corner over to your right. Help yourself.”
Nodding in thanks, you had turned around and smacked right into something solid. Apparently there had been another person in the store, but you hadn’t noticed. You felt yourself start to fall. Not only had you knocked into the stranger, but you had snagged the back of your trousers under your shoe. Needless to say, the ground came up pretty hard.
“Oh, sorry ma’am. Are you alright?”
It was with those six simple words that your life changed forever.
After the embarrassing encounter, Arthur, having been the recipient of your clumsiness, had offered to buy you a drink to clear up any misgivings. Naturally, you accepted. A few drinks later and you had divulged your entire life story; how many siblings you had, your mother’s knack for finding all your flaws, the way your father hardly spoke any words when he was at home, and how the chickens on your farm absolutely detested you with every fiber of their flightless being.
Arthur had remained a bit more tactful in that regard, but he had found you charming and amusing, so he asked to see you a second time. And then a third. And then a fourth. He asked to frequently to spend time with you, that you were hardly at home. Your parents were quite happy with the prospects of a possible marriage, even if they had never met the man in question.
One day, while the two of you were out on a leisurely stroll, Arthur had decided it was time to come clean about his life story. To say you were shocked was too simple. An outlaw? And not only that, but a member of one of the most notorious gangs out there; The Vanderlinde gang? It was a lot to take in. Despite your obvious feelings for him, you had asked for some space to think about everything he had said, even going to your mother for some hypothetical advice.
Clearly your misgivings hadn’t been too difficult to overcome considering you were here now with the gang, but, at the time, it felt like the hardest choice of your life. Now, here you still were, legs over the ledge, and your annoyance at Arthur continuing to grow.
A part of you felt a bit guilty for your frustrations, knowing that Arthur already does enough around camp without having to cater to your feelings, but it was the anniversary of the first day you had bumped into that man in the store. You had hoped to have been able to spend the day together. Maybe a picnic in the fields or a day in town, but Dutch had sent him on mission after mission, without any signs of protest from Arthur. It seemed to you as if he didn’t care at all.
“Hey darlin’. What are you doin’ all the way out here, huh?”
You’d recognize that voice anywhere. The drawl was hard to miss. Your knight in dusty denim had arrived. A little too late, you thought darkly.
Your silence became an invisible barrier between the two of you, as Arthur took a few tentative steps closer and eased himself onto the grass next to you. His own legs dangled over the rocky ledge next to you. They were close, but he left a considerably larger space than you were used too.
The quiet lingered for a while, neither of you saying anything; you looking anywhere but Arthur and the outlaw whistling and bobbing his left leg.
“So,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “I can tell somethin’s botherin’ ya. What’s wrong?”
You twisted your head too officially look at Arthur. His signature hat with the bullet hole was perched atop his scraggly mop of dark blond locks, his beard was a bit unkempt as well, and there was a thing veil of exhaustion behind his eyes. Your irritability evaporated.
“Do you know what today is, Arthur?” You asked quietly. He stared back at you, an odd expression on his face, and you took that to mean the worst. “I figured as much. I’m gonna go to bed Arthur. You come when you’re ready.”
As you made to stand up, Arthur clasped his hand gently around your wrist, stopping you.
“You think I’d forget?” He said, quiet as yours had previously been. “You think I’d forget one of the most important days of my life? The day we met?”
You locked eyes with him once again.
“Darlin’, I know things haven’t been easy lately, and I haven’t been able to spend much time with you.” He continued, voice full of emotion. “But don’t think for a second that you aren’t a priority. You mean more to me than the stars do the night sky.”
You felt tears brim at the corners of your eyes, and you flung yourself forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.
“Oh Arthur!” You cried, the reassurance he had given you making your heart soar. Arthur chuckled and returned the hug, his had brushing gently against the small of your back. When you pulled away, he had a sheepish grin on his face. He dug in his pockets and took out a small bundle of cloth.
“Here. Open it.”
Taking the cloth in your hands, you gingerly peeled back the fabric to reveal a small comb with a flower decoration engraved on the ridge. It looked eerily similar to the one your mother had used when you were young.
“I remembered you sayin’ somethin’ about a comb that your mother had, so I had one made up for you.”
“Thank you, Arthur. This is the best gift anyone has ever given me.” You gushed, before learned forward to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
Arthur smiled and clasped his hand in yours, before resting his head on your shoulders. The two of you stayed there for a while, just watching the stars and enjoying each others company while the sounds of the gang and the crackling fires faded into the background.
Hey@pinyapple! I’m your Secret Cupid! Here I am, jumping from the horse into the last wagon of the event train:D I hope that the story is interesting, and you’ll enjoy it! @rdr-secret-cupid
Pairing: John Marston\f!Reader Warnings: fluff\angst&comfort\a hint of smut - 3in1: a little bit of this and that Words: 3434 (picture is not mine \ credits to the author)
Warnings: polyamory, sexy times (a dumb amount of dirty talk), a little bit of a praise!kink, my general foul language, also an abundance of pet names (I have absolutely Zero self-control okay,,)
Summary: just a cozy day in with your boys,,, breakfast, cuddles, oh and a hella explicit threesome. fr it’s like 85% smut, im so sorry hhhh.
A/N: HEY!! I died for like a year. But I’m back now with renewed inspiration thanks to the sambucky show (: also huge shout out to @empyreanwritings for beta reading for me. I don’t know what i’d do w/o you, steph. ilysm <3
The sound of leather smacking different objects radiated through your already pounding head as you were working through your third hour in the gym with Ron. He promised it’d be quick “an hour and a half, tops” is what he told you before you showed up to the forsaken building. You kinda hated it here.
There was never any quiet. The whole gym smelt like a men’s locker room and some of the guys that worked out there were more than a little creepy. You mostly kept to yourself and worked on your laptop.
You were Ron’s personal assistant, helping him with anything from water bottles to answering his phone when he didn’t feel like it. He paid you good money but you were always a little surprised that he wanted you to be his assistant. You didn’t know anything about boxing, besides the stereotype of two overconfident men standing in front of a crowd and hitting each other till one dropped.
Ron had taken off his gloves as he and one of his friends decided to go for a round for fun. You hadn’t been paying attention then but as you looked up to see Ron sink the final punch. Blood stained his opponent’s face and it dripped from Ron’s knuckles. You stood up, grabbed your bag, and walked over to the bloody fighter.
“You know if you stopped getting hurt it would make my job easier.” You pulled his water bottle from your bag and handed it to him.
“Aw, but where is the fun in that doll?” You looked at his hand and he had a couple of gashes on his knuckles. He took his water bottle and sprayed the water in his mouth. You squeezed harder over his hand so water went all over his face and shirt.
“Oops.” you chuckled at the look on Ron’s face. “That’s what you get for making me come over here to clean your wounds,” You shrugged and reached into your bag for the antibiotics and bandaids.
“Look everyone, Weasley has his own nurse,” one guy shouted from a chair and a couple of others laughed.
“Damn straight. Best nurse in the world.” Blush coated your cheeks as you cleaned the dried blood from his calloused hands. A few moments passed and one of the creepier regulars strutted into the gym. You made a point to never tell Ron when men, especially men at that gym, were weird. You knew he would probably kill them.
His eyes met yours as you looked up to the sound of the opening door. You looked down quickly and started spreading little dots of antibiotics across the cuts.
“Ouch!” Ron said, ripping his hand away from you.
“Don’t be a baby, give it back,” you held out your hand for him. You finished with the antibiotics and as you went to put the bandaids on you realized they were the princess bandaids you had bought for home. You didn’t say anything about it, there wasn’t any way to fix it now so he would have to suffer with the pink bandaids. He had been talking to a few guys as they watched two more spar and didn’t look at his hand till you were done.
He looked at his hand and then back up at you. He raised his eyebrow, “Pink?”
“Yeah. You got a problem with it?” You said playfully.
“Not at all.” he stood from his seat and started walking back towards his friends. You stood too before bending over to collect your things.
“I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that thing walking around.” You didn’t even need to look up to know who was talking. That’s when you realized the grave mistake this man had made. Everyone was looking at Ron as his eyes burned into the man.
“What’s your name?” Ron said through a calm and even tone.
“Jacob. Why?” The man was almost as tall as Ron but not as muscular.
“Jacob. Well, Jacob, if you ever speak to or about my girl like that again you won’t be able to get work done at all. Ever.” He was fuming, anger coursed through him and it was evident. You walked over to Ron and put your hand on his shoulder gently.
“He’s just some gym bro who thinks he can say anything he wants, don’t let him get under your skin,” you whispered.
“And you are gonna be the guy to do that? You’ve got pink bandaids on your hand that your little bitch put on you.” One of Ron’s friends moved to intercept him before he could land a punch on this asshole.
“Ron it’s okay,” you said, hoping you could snap him out of it.
“No y/n it really isn’t. I think he needs a lesson in how to speak to women and when to gauge when he’s gonna get his ass beat.”
“Well then step up pussy.” Jacob had so much confidence in himself that even Ron’s manager stepped back. Ron took two big steps toward him and they were face to face.
“Hit me and we will see who the real pussy is, bitch.” Ron knew just the buttons to press to get what he wanted without initiating the fight. “Or are you just a little pussy gym bro who thinks he can treat women however he wants?” That’s when Jacob hit him. Ron felt adrenaline shoot through his body. His fists were automatic after that, Jacob landed two more punches before Ron had him incapacitated on the floor. Jacob’s face was bloody and covered in tears when Ron decided he had enough.
“Learn from this experience Jacob. If y/n here ever says you say anything to her or even look in her direction it’ll end much worse. Understand?”
Jacob groaned in agreement from the floor and that’s when you finally asked if you could leave for the day.
“Whatever you want, doll.” You both gathered your things and left the gym.
“So I’m your girl now?” You smirked up at the redhead.
Summary: Two years after Marc’s return, life with him and Steven seems to be going the way you always wanted it to, until blood starts to drip again.
Warnings:Pregnancy, blood loss, possible death, breastfeeding kink? (Steven).
Feedback is really appreciated! If you like this comment please!
Italics are flashbacks!
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“Oh, Marc…” she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the verge of climax. Marc, who was underneath her, gripped her hips firmly and set a faster pace, further increasing the pleasure for both of them.
“Hold on a little longer, baby.” He growled after biting his lips and watching his wife, bouncing on top of him. He brought one of his hands to her clitoris and began massaging it again. She was so overstimulated, the slightest touch caused her to roll her eyes at the incredible sensation. “You’re a fucking goddess- Ah- Fuck, baby!” He brought one of his hands to one of her breasts and pinched the nipple.
“Kiss me. Marc, kiss me.” She moaned at the oncoming wave of pleasure. Marc slipped his arm around her waist, bringing them closer together. Or as close as possible. “Fuck, fuck. Come inside me. Oh—.”
Marc kissed her, and she finished, letting out a majestic moan that ended up encouraging the dark-eyed man to finish too, inside her, in the most intimate way possible.
“We’re very good at this.” He joked as he rested his forehead against hers and sighed contentedly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him rather shyly. “So good that we ended up like this.” She whispered tenderly as she lowered her gaze to her belly, now rounded and covered with a thin layer of sweat, just like the rest of her and her husband’s body.
Marc brought the hand he had been holding at her waist up to her belly, which he caressed tenderly.
“Mourning for me is to give importance to something, to learn to live, to honour something. You have to name it and explore it, whether it was something that happened or not.”
“Like that life we could never have?”
“For example.”
“It still seems like a dream that we’ve come this far, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” He replied, “The life we thought we could never have… it turns out we’ve managed to create it. Quite literally.”
"I’m glad to be able to do it with you.” She caressed her husband’s face, looking intently at every detail of his beautiful face. At last, after so many years of suffering, it reflected serenity. “Steven and you are going to be the best thing our daughter could have. She’s very lucky, I’m very lucky too.”
“Lucky us, darling.” Steven spoke, taking control, for the first time in a while. He looked at her with awe and devotion, as if she were one of the Egyptian deities that fascinated him so much.
They loved her, they were lucky.
“I couldn’t agree more with Steven.” Marc said now.
After hearing those words, she kissed him. Well, them. Lovingly and passionately.
Round 2 perhaps was coming?
It was 3:17 in the morning when things started to get complicated. To get ugly.
An immense pain ran through her abdomen and back. Everything was spinning, she felt weak. Really weak. A few moments after trying to overcome the feeling of dizziness, she felt something wet and warm between her legs. She tried to sit up again and awkwardly put a hand to her crotch.
“No, no, no. No… it can’t be, it’s still too early.” whispered in panic. “Marc…!” She tried to call out to her husband in the darkness, she couldn’t see anything. “Marc?” She received no answer. “Ste-Steven?”
Trying to find the switch for the lamp, which was on the bedside table, another wave of pain came over her, but this time with much more intensity, causing her to groan in pain and clutch her belly. Once the light was on, she looked at her hand, which she had previously taken to the wet spot to see what it was.
However, she did not expect to find blood on it. Panicking, she pulled back the sheets that covered her and was able to see the whole thing, horrified and shocked.
Blood. A lot of blood.
The side of the bed where she slept was awash with the warm dark scarlet liquid. It wasn’t until she could smell it that she turned her head in the direction of the side where her husband used to sleep. “Marc.” She said panicking, her face pale, lacking its usual colour. Tears began to form. Marc was missing.
“So if it’s a girl, do you want to name her Layla?” Steven asked her as he tried to assemble the baby’s crib
“Yes.” Replied the soon-to-be-mom as she rocked in the chair, stroking her not-so-swollen belly. “Why? Don’t you think it’s a good idea?”
Steven shrugged. “Don’t get me wrong, the name is beautiful and I adore Layla…but do you think it’s a good idea to name your daughter after your husband’s ex-girlfriend?” Steven asked, tightening one of the screws on the crib. He looked at the woman who hadn’t answered him.
“I have you both because of her. She’s the one who made Marc come back to me, who made him come to his senses to fight for us and not let his fears get the better of him. Thanks to her I have you too, Steven.” She paused slightly as she stood up and walked over to stand next to him, where she sat down on the floor next to the man. “She’s a great person, and a very dear friend. I feel it’s the least I can do.”
“Well…” said Steven, placing a hand on his wife’s, squeezing it lovingly, as he nodded his head. “It sounds like the right name for our daughter. Well… in case it’s a girl.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’m glad we agree.” She whispered with a goofy grin.
“I didn’t say I agreed.” Marc intervened in the conversation, being the one who took control of the body.
The woman sighed. “Ugh, Marc…” she complained, dropping her head on his shoulder.
“I like the name, I really do, but I think we’re overdoing it. I think it’s a little weird that my wife wants to name our daughter after my ex. Nothing more.” Spoke the soon-to-be-dad in an accelerated manner.
“And what do you think our daughter should be named?” she folded her arms, waiting for an answer from the dark-haired man.
“Well… I’m not sure, but I like this nickname, as a diminutive of-”
”-Tattie. He likes Tattie, as a nickname.“ Steven interrupted Marc, who as he regained control of his body frowned.
"Steven…” sighed Marc in exasperation.
“And what the hell is Tattie diminutive of?”
“Well, it’s short for-”
“-Taweret!” Steven cut Marc off again.
“Steven!” Marc exclaimed. “Stop interrupting me.”
“You want to call our daughter Taweret!?” Exclaimed the female before letting out a laugh. “I love Taweret, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to name our daughter after an Egyptian goddess. She’d get bullied at the playground. And besides, if I’m not mistaken, in Scotland they use that word for the potatoes. I think.”
“Hey, I didn’t laugh when you said Leyla. Besides, she’s the one who helped us get back from the Duat.”
The woman stopped laughing when she heard that part. The fact that she had discovered that Marc had died when he had left her to protect her was something that every time the subject came up, she shuddered. She felt guilty in a way, responsible for not being able to stop him from leaving, from dying. She always felt her heart sinking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. You’re right, it makes sense that you would want to call our daughter that.” As she spoke, he caressed her cheeks and then placed a kiss on her forehead, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his lips on her. “But now that I think about it… Tattie makes sense, the baby won’t be much bigger than a potato now.”
“Small potato!” Steven exclaimed bringing his face close to the level of her belly. “Oi! How’s it going in there, sweetheart?”
She giggled, as she listened intently to the nonsense, the caresses and kisses that landed on her belly Marc and Steven, as they took turns doing it.
“You’re going to be a show as parents.” She commented in a murmur, shaking my head.
When she tried to get out of bed her whole body was shaking and everything was spinning, as she clumsily moved towards the door awkwardly, she kept calling out for her husband, who showed no signs of life.
“Where could he have gone?” she thought, over and over again. “Marc… Steven? I-I need you-” she tried to hold back her sobs.
It couldn’t be possible that this was happening.
“Guys…” she couldn’t hold back her sobs as she looked down at her legs and saw that her pajama trousers were completely stained with blood. She looked down at the floor as well, and could see the trail of blood she had been leaving from the bed to the door of her room. “Tattie…” she moaned in pain, in tears, as she put both hands to her belly.
She couldn’t lose her. Not her baby.
Not now.
“I want to try something. Well, Steven wants to try something.” Marc moaned as he thrusted inside her, again and again, fast and hard. Just the way she liked it so much.
God, how they loved to feel and hear her. To praise her, to touch her, to kiss her, to pleasure her.
“Oh? What-what do you want to try? You know you can- Fuck! Ow- oh! He can try anything he wants. He-he ah! He knows.” She closed her eyes, as she felt her husband’s lips on her neck, slowly moving down to her breasts, now larger and rounder due to her state. “Ahh… Steven do whatever you want to me. I’m yours, completely.”
Steven continued to thrust inside her with the same intensity. “You don’t know how much I love to hear that, darling.” He said, giving her a look, watching as she closed her eyes at the pleasure coursing through her body.
Seeing her reaction to his touch.
Then he took one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck on it, not forgetting, of course, to massage the other one and play with her sensitive nipple.
“Sweet.” He murmured after his first taste of that white liquid that first came out of her breast. “You have no idea how sweet you are.”
“Don’t even think about stopping.” She moaned, clinging her legs to his hips as she ran her hands through his hair.
And so he continued.
The house was completely dark, except for the small light coming from down the hallway and passing under the bathroom door at the end of the hall. She could hear water running, possibly from the shower. It sounded like someone was in there.
“Steven?” she encouraged herself to ask in the dark, in a faint voice, as she slowly made her way forward, leaning against the wall. “Something’s not right. The baby…” she tried to contain herself, once again. “Something’s not right.”
Her legs failed as she stumbled over something on the floor. She fell to her knees and hands, and that’s when she came across something she hadn’t expected to see.
A gun, large caliber.
What the fuck?
She looked up as she heard the water stop, and could see a shadow, underneath the door, moving towards to open it.
It was a Sunday afternoon, the weather was fine and the breeze was warm, that was the day he first said those words.
“I love you.” Steven broke the silence, looking down at her. She was holding his head in her lap and playing with his hair. They were lying on the grass in the park, the one not far from their house. It was her favourite, because of simple details like that. “I love you.” He repeated with a big smile on his face.
“I love you too.” It was the first time they’d both said it, even though they’d already spent two years getting to know each other and living together as a couple. Well, as a trio rather. “Very much.”
“Fucking finally, man. I’m glad you said it already.” Marc commented, taking control of his body. “But just so you know, I was here first, Steven.” Marc joked.
“I love you too, Mr. Spector.”
“I know. How not to.”
“You cheeky bastard.”
That man, who appeared to be Marc or Steven, leaned against the door frame, arms folded, as he stared at her silently. He had a towel tied around his waist, water dripping down the rest of his body, from his tousled, curly hair. He looked at her with curiosity
“I need help…”
“I can see that.” Said that familiar, yet unfamiliar voice. It was like Marc and Steven’s, but different. More indifferent. Cold. Distant.
She gave him a glance right after hearing his words, she could see him approaching her. “There is too much blood.” He commented as he looked at the huge stain on her pajamas and the trail she had left behind her. “It’s not all yours though, don’t worry.”
It was then, thanks to the bathroom light that now illuminated the entire hallway, that she could see a pile of clothes, which belonged to her boys, stained with blood next to her. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked him through her teeth.
“Oh, right. We’ve never met before.” Spoke the man she didn’t recognise, as he squatted down in front of her. “You don’t know how hard it’s been to hide and not give any indication of my existence. It’s exhausting.”
She let out a grunt at what had been the worst wave of pain she had ever felt. She could feel more blood welling up, too, and trickling down her thighs to the floor. Still, she never took her eyes off the stranger.
Everything began to spin more and more. She knew she would not be conscious much longer.
“Excuse my manners, bonita.” He let out a small laugh, then grabbed her chin and made her look him in the eye. “My name is Jake Lockley, and I am the new owner of this body.”
Her arms and knees failed her, she fell back to the ground. She struggled to stay awake, to stay alert. She could feel, still, familiar arms pick her up off the ground and carry her firmly. She could smell their scent, Marc and Steven’s. That comforted her.
She didn’t know where the man was taking her. Jake Lockley. She didn’t have time to worry either, because everything went black.
She no longer felt anything.
But deep down she hoped that everything was going to be all right.
This weekend, hopefully tonight, I’ll post the second part of I CAN ALMOST SEE YOU! There will be a bit of Smut, Fluff, and Angst. We will also have Soft!Marc and Soft!Steven! So if you’re interested and want me to tag you, just interact with this post and check the fist part, perhaps?✨
Katsuki’s not normally the one in this position. He’s not normally the one on his knees, hands bound behind his back and left hard and desperate as he was forced to watch what he couldn’t have. Yet her he was, knees aching as he knelt at the end of the bed, wrists cuffed together behind his back and glaring intently at Shoto as he fucked hard and slow into Y/N.
He’s got her lead across the bed, her head and shoulders dangling off the edge and giving Katsuki a clear view of Shoto’s lips wrapped around one of her nipples, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh and pulling little breathless gasps and sighs from Y/N’s parted lips. He’s got to be using his quirk, the little shivers and the sudden shift in temperature making Katsuki almost certain Shoto’s covering his mouth with ice and frost until the delicate nub stings like she being pricked by a thousand needles only to let his tongue warm and rub feeling back into it before he moves onto the other and starts all over again.
Katsuki’s close enough that he can feel Y/N’s panting breath across his naked chest. Close enough that he can see how red and sore her breasts are when Shoto finally pulls his mouth away and allows Katsuki to watched as her healing kicks in and the red fades quickly, ready for Shoto’s eager mouth to return and start the process all over again. Katsuki can smell the sweat and sex, can see how red Shoto’s cheeks are despite the frost spreading out from around his lips. His hair had been pulled free of its tie hours ago, the long red and white strands tumbling down and pooling on Y/N’s exposed neck before cascading towards the floor.
They were a vision together and Katsuki wanted to be a part of it. He wanted to shuffle forward, ease her head back slightly and slide his aching prick between her parted lips. He wanted to watch the way the muscles in Shoto’s back bunched and tensed as he continued his relentlessly slow and demanding pace. Katsuki could easily imagine sliding his hands down Shoto’s back, feeling the prickle of cold and heat as well as the shift of his muscles under his palms. And then there was his hair, Katsuki would gather it into his hand, tangling the long silken strands between his fingers and pile it up at the nape of his neck so he could watch the pleasure play across his normally stoic features. Katsuki wanted a lot of things but he wasn’t going to get them. Not tonight anyway.
It was his own fault. He had been to caught up in his annoyance at being ditched by Eijiro that he hadn’t thought about what Shoto and Y/N had planned in his absence. It wasn’t until he had walked into their apartment and found Shoto lead on the couch with Y/N perched above his head that he realised what he had done. Date night was something they had been doing since they first decided to give the polyamory, open relationship thing a go. They were private things, between witch ever two were involved and the other one made themselves scarce for the evening, something Katsuki was supposed to have been doing to give the other two some space. It was the first time in the five years that they had been together that a date night had been interrupted and Katsuki had felt like an idiot for not having remembered and despite the sudden rush of arousal he had been ready to head back out and spend the next few hours at a bar, trying not to think about what the other two were doing until it was time for him to head back home and join them in bed. He should have known Shoto would have made things difficult.
Katsuki very, very rarely got to see Shoto’s dominant side. He knew it existed, Y/N having told Katsuki time and time again about how Shoto had held her down, how he had kept her on edge as he took what he wanted, fingers digging in and leaving bruises that were always gone by the time Katsuki found out they had even been there. He had seen photos though, an occasional video and there had been one memorable occasion where Shoto had phoned him, Katsuki listening through his headphones as he sat in a stupid marketing meeting, Shoto spewing filth in his ear as he reduced Y/N down to nothing more than a whining and desperate mess, begging for more. So yeah, Katsuki knew that Shoto could be like that but never had he actually witnessed such behaviour, Katsuki normally the one in control.
Shoto hadn’t hesitated, sending a trail of ice to keep Katsuki’s feet suck in place. Y/N had been dismissed, sent off to the bedroom with a swift smack to her ass that rang crisp and clear through the air and left her giggling as she quickly complied with his demand. Katsuki hadn’t been ready for Shoto invading his space, had kind of floundered as cool fingers curled round his chin and tilted his head back so he was looking into dark mismatched eyes. They watched each other in silence, Katsuki’s fists clenched at his side and heart slamming away in his chest. It felt like the world was holding it’s breath, waiting for something to happen but Katsuki couldn’t get his mind to work past the firm hold Shoto had on him or how naked and hard the other man was. Shoto had smirked then, something teasing yet wicked and Katsuki had been done for.
Everything happened kind of fast after that. Shoto had melted his ice, shoving Katsuki across the apartment and into there room. Katsuki had bitched and moaned about the unusually rough treatment but hadn’t tried to stop it, not even when the other man had yanked his clothes off, his t-shirt ending up being ripped off and left in tatters on the floor around him. He had grip tightly at Katsuki’s shoulder, pushing him down and he had gone willingly, hard and aching and so fucking confused by the weird change of events. As distracted as he was with Shoto’s dominance Katsuki didn’t even realise he had gone and gotten the cuffs from their play chest until his arms had been yanked behind his back and the cool metal had clicked into place.
The rules had been simple enough. Don’t move, don’t speak and don’t look away. After spreading Katsuki’s legs wider with a nudge of his foot Shoto had left him there, forgotten in favour of returning his attention to Y/N. She had been casually laying on the bed the whole time, turned on her side and head propped up on her hand as she watched the two of them with a lazy interest that she normally reserved for PR and sponsor meetings. As soon as Shoto had gotten a knee on the bed though her attention had snapped back to him, a smirk curling up the corners of her mouth as she rolled onto her back and welcomed the other man with open arms and spread legs.
Katsuki had done as he was told, biting at the inside of his cheek to keep his groans at bay and hands curled into tight fists until his nails were digging painfully into his palms to keep him from squirming with the need to touch and be touched in return. He never took his eyes off the pair before him, hungrily drinking in the image they made. He watched as Shoto had her curl her hands around the headboard and spread her legs as wide as they would go, instructing her not to move as his mouth descended on her cunt, not stopping until her legs were shaking from the effort of keeping them open as he brought her to climax not once but twice. Katsuki watched as Shoto had her sprawl across the bed on her front, her hands curling around her ankles as he stood before her and proceeded to grab her head with both hands and fuck her mouth and throat with a wild abandonment and little regard to the way she whined and gasped around the intrusion. He watched as Shoto pulled away with a groan before urging her onto her back. Gabbing a condom seemed like an after thought, Shoto rolling it on his hard prick as he climbed back on the bed and settling himself between her spread legs. He had grabbed at her ankles, lifting her legs up and wide before sliding into her with one hard thrust that had Y/N’s head tipping back on a gasp, eyes screwed shut and Katsuki had broken skin as he bit down on his cheek to keep from moaning along. It was torture, watching Shoto take his pleasure and listen to Y/N beg him for more only to be left frustrated when he didn’t give her what she wanted. It was torture, being denied and the longer it went on the worse it got, Katsuki’s frustration and longing for more growing alongside Y/N’s.
In front of him Shoto pulled his mouth off of Y/N’s red and pert nipple with a pop, his teeth grazing across it and drawing a pained whine from between her parted lips. Shoto just smirked, pushing himself back onto his knees and adjusting the angle of his thrusts and Y/N’s whine cut off with a gasp. Shoto hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, his hand curling around the meat of her thigh and fingers digging in until Katsuki was sure that they were going to break skin. She didn’t seem to care, using her foot to dig into Shoto’s shoulder and try to urge his closer. Huffing in amusement Shoto turned his head, nipping at the side of her knee and instantly she stilled, body tensing for just a second before going lax once more. She lead there, completely pliant and allowing Shoto to take what he wanted like she was some sort of realistic sex doll, bending and stilling with the pressure of his hand.
Katsuki’s dick twitched, pre-cum dribbling from the tip and sliding down the neglected organ. He knew what that was like, having such a great source of power give up control like that and place it all in his hands. It was a heady mix of emotions that had Katsuki feeling both powerful and slightly amazed that she would give herself over so completely to him when they all knew that with just a single tough she could bring him to his knees. Katsuki liked being the one in control and it seemed that Shoto liked it to, as long as he was in the right kind of mood anyway.
Shoto leant down slightly, his hand flexing on her thigh as he pushed her knee closer to her chest and once again changed the angle of his thrusts. Y/N cried out, hands gripping at the sheets and mouth falling open as she tipped her head back and arched of the bed. Shoto didn’t waist any time, the hand that had been supporting his weight on the bed darting up to wrap around the exposed column of her throat. When she sucked in a startled breath his hold tightened, squeezing gently. Katsuki couldn’t help but lick at his lips, his own breath coming hard and fast now as he watched with dark hungry eyes. Shoto wasn’t chocking her, not yet anyway. His hand just a firm pressure that mad each breath just a little harder to pull in and remind her that at any moment he could tighten his hold and steal her breath away. It was a blatant display of power, one that had Katsuki’s fingers twitching with the need to join the other mans. Her bet she would like that, both their hands squeezing down and controlling everything in that moment including how much air she got. Fuck Katsuki wanted to blindfold her, wanted to place a pair of noise cancelling headphones over her ears and tie her down with her hips raised and head dangling off the bed. Leave her venerable and spread open, ready and waiting yet unknowing of what was to come.
She sucked in a deep breath when Shoto’s hold loosened, her chest expanding with it and drawing Katsuki’s eyes briefly down to her harden nipples before darting back to her face. She had barely let the breath she was holding go before Shoto was squeezing down on her throat once more. Her breath hitched, lips parting ever so slightly more as her tongue poked out to wet her lips before disappearing back inside the warm dark cavern of her mouth. Katsuki wanted to follow it with his tongue. He wanted to kiss the very air from her lips, wanted to slide his finger in and press down on her tongue until she was gagging and gasping. Or better yet he wanted to side his aching prick between her lips and down her throat only to hold it there whist Shoto squeezed down on her throat.
Fuck he bet that would feel amazing, letting Shoto tighten the addictive wet heat around him as the other man continued to fuck into her willing and pliant body. Katsuki wouldn’t be able to resist, claiming Shoto’s lisps in a demanding kiss and leaving Y/N forgotten beneath them until she was squirming and desperate for breath. Only then would Katsuki pull back. Only then would Shoto let his hold go lax. They would both watch as she gasped for breath, face red and blotchy with tears streaming down her face. They would give her time, let her breathing calm and the red fade but that would be it and Katsuki would slide right back in as Shoto’s hand went back to her throat to do it all over again.
“Look at me,” Shoto demanded and instantly Katsuki eyes snapped up from where he had been staring at Shoto’s hand wrapped around Y/N’s throat to look at the other man. Shoto wasn’t looking at him though, his dark and hungry eyes fixed on Y/N and Katsuki was reminded that he wasn’t part of this. He wasn’t supposed to be here and he wouldn’t be included past given the pleasure of watching. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, all colour gone and nothing but inky black pools left behind and yet they both knew she was looking directly at Shoto, their gaze locked as she waited for his next command. “What do you want?” Shoto’s voice was low and deep when he spoke, pitched closer to Katsuki’s. It sent a thrill through him, knowing that Shoto had learnt how to demand and take from watching Katsuki do exactly the same thing to him and Y/N. He couldn’t help but smirk, already planning a lesson of sorts with Y/N at their mercy and Katsuki instructing Shoto on how to dominate and control, to give and take until she broke beneath their hold. Not that he would need much instruction considering the way Y/N had already become a compliant mess beneath him.
Y/N licked at her lips before answering, her voice shaking as much as her breath. “To cum.” Shoto narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching and for a second Katsuki thought he was going to grant Y/N her wish but to his delight and slight anguish Shoto didn’t. “No,” he grit out from between clenched teeth, his grip on her neck tightening. Katsuki only just managed to keep his moan at bay, fingers flexing against his thighs. He loved Shoto when he was compliant and eager to please. Loved being the one to drive his pleasure higher and send him crashing over the edge but this, seeing his own behaviour reflected back at him was something on a whole different level, maybe even better considering that it was such a rare sight. He forgot his own needs, forgot the ache in his palms and the throbbing of his dick and instead focused on Shoto, revelling in the display of dominance.
“Please,” she whined, her leg over Shoto’s shoulder tensing as if to urge him on but Shoto’s grip on her thigh tightens and she went lax instantly with a huff. “No,” Shoto said again, his voice flat and leaving no room for argument. Y/N whined in frustration, her eyes falling closed and Katsuki held his breath, waiting to see what the other man would do next. Shoto doesn’t disappoint.
He frowned down at her, his slow but deliberate pace slowing even more. T/B whined again, rolling her hips as best as her position would allow her to but Shoto’s resolve remains strong, another thing that Katsuki had been surprised by consider Shoto normally hated dragging things out, always desperate to get to his climax. Slowly Shoto drags his blunt nails up along Y/N’s thigh, leaving deep red scratches behind that have her crying out at the sudden sting of pain. At the same time a thin layer of ice begins to spread out from under his palm, spreading up her neck and towards her chin as well as down towards her collarbone. It’s seems to brake something in her, words gushing from between her parted lips in a desperate rush.
“Please Shoto. Please. I wanna cum. Wanna come on your cock. Please let me. Please.” Katsuki’s not sure that he wouldn’t have given in by now, always weak for Y/N’s desperate begging but it seemed Shoto was fairing better in this situation then Katsuki would have. Shoto let’s go of her leg, unceremoniously shoving it off his shoulder and letting it fall to the side. His hold on her neck never wavers though, tightening even and Katsuki can hear the way her breath stutters under his grip. At the same time Shoto lifts his other hand up and without taking his eyes off of Y/N he brings his hand down against her breast, the sharp smack of skin on skin cutting through the room. Katsuki sucked in a breath, eyes widening slight as he watches her tit jiggle from the impact. Y/N jerked under him as if to get away from the sting of pain, gasping loudly and hands gripping at the sheets tightly.
“Such a needy little thing,” Shoto chided, following his words with another quick slap to her breasts. Y/N whimpers but she doesn’t try to stop Shoto, just lays compliant under his control and as much as Katsuki’s enjoying the show he’s beginning to grow frustrated and impatient again, wanting to be where Shoto is and finally get a little relief of his own. “Beg me for it.” There’s another stinging slap, Shoto’s fingertip catching her nipple and Katsuki wants to take it in his mouth, sooth the sting with his tongue. There’s a desperate need humming away under his skin, making him feel on edge. If Y/N doesn’t beg Shoto Katsuki thinks he might and that has him clenching his jaw and forcing the words back down. Katsuki isn’t a beggar, not unless it’s the right kind of situation and as much as he wants right now it’s not enough to have him breaking down like that.
Y/N though does, a constant stream of please falling from between her parted lips. Shoto said nothing for a while, his pace not increasing though his thrusts become harder, the rhythmic slap of skin filling the room. He keeps his hand around her throat, eyes fixed on her face as he watches her fall apart for him. Shoto continues to play with her breasts, alternating between slapping, pinching and twisting her nipples and cupping her breasts almost gently. Katsuki has no idea how long this goes on for, his frustration growing and eyes darting across the entire scene and unable to decide what he should be watching.
There’s a particularly hard slap, followed by an almost vicious pinch that had Y/N crying out in a mix of pain and arousal. Abruptly Shoto let’s go of her, pulling away and unceremoniously flipping her onto her stomach. There’s a surprised squeak, Y/N’s eyes snapping open and a spark of panic in them. When flipping her over Shoto managed to force her up the bed, Y/N almost falling off the edge but she manages to get her hands under her, bracing herself against the floor. She’s half hanging off the bed, her waist and legs still on the matrices while her whole upper body hangs off it. Her hands are just inches from Katsuki’s knees, her head between his spread legs and tantalisingly close to his aching prick.
Katsuki sucks in a breath, eyes wide as he looks down at the back of Y/N’s head. It would be so easy to shuffle forward, to raise his hips up and nudge his dick against her lips until he slipped inside. It would have been easy and yet Katsuki doesn’t, stuck staring instead. Movement from above has Katsuki’s eyes darting up over the slop of Y/N’s spine and the curve of her ass just in time me to see Shoto bring down his palm on her ass. The slap is loud and Y/N cries out just a loudly. There has to be a mark left behind, an imprint of Shoto’s hand and Katsuki desperately wants to see it before it fades.
Shoto shuffles up behind her, spreading her legs wider as he nudged her hips up slightly until he could slip back inside of her. He moans softly, eyes flutter closed and Katsuki can’t help but feel jealous that Shoto got to feel the clench of her cunt around his prick whilst Katsuki got nothing but the feeling of Y/N’s gasping breaths against his sensitive skin. He watches Shoto, glaring as the other man pulls in a steadying breath. Sighing he soothed a hand up her back, eyes fluttering open to watch as his hand slid down towards her shoulder, fingers rubbing against her sides before returning both hands to her hips, holding her tightly. “Cum when you want to,” Shoto mumbled, pulling his hips back only to slam forward again.
He set a fast and relentless pace, the slap of skin on skin getting louder with how hard and unforgiving he’s being. Y/N’s hands slip on the carpet from the force, her fingers brushing across Katsuki’s knees and it isn’t long before she has he hands resting on the top of his knees, her grip tight as she uses him to keep from slipping forward. The change of position has her face incredibly close to his dick, her hot breath puffing out across the aching member with every gasp and moan. It takes a monumental effort for him not to thrust up, to not chase that heat and it’s only Shoto’s piercing gaze that keeps him from doing just that.
His and Katsuki’s eyes are locked, Shoto smirking slightly at his clear agitation at being denied something he so desperately wants. Katsuki scowls back, wanting to snap and snarl but he knows it’s not his place. He had been the one to intrude on their private moment and this is his punishment. Katsuki would suffer through it and if he was lucky maybe Shoto would let him rub one out afterwards, cumming all over Y/N’s face with those mismatched eyes still watching him and full of cruel amusement.
Y/N’s breathing harder, her hands twitching on Katsuki’s knees and he can tell that she’s getting closer to the edge. Shoto must be able to tell as well, his grip on her hips tightening to the point he will end up leaving behind bruises and begins to pull her back into his thrusts. “Come on,” he urged her but his eyes remained on Katsuki, that smirk never wavering. “Cum for me. Just like this. Just like the desperate little bitch you are.” The vulgar words send a shiver down Katsuki’s spine and though he knows they are directed at Y/N Katsuki can’t help be feel like Shoto’s talking to him, demanding that Katsuki come untouched just from Y/N’s breath on his dick and the vision on Shoto fucking into her over the swell of her ass. It’s not possible, Katsuki can’t give him that but in the moment he wishes he could, wishes he could just arch his back and spurt his load across Y/N’s lips. His dick gives a valiant twitch, pre-cum dribbling from the tip and Y/N moans, something low and filled with longing. It’s then that Katsuki realises that she’s probably been staring at his dick the whole time she’s been down there, wanting it in her mouth just as much as Katsuki wasn’t to be buried between her lips.
“Please,” she whines and Katsuki doesn’t know who she’s asking for what but his resolve snaps quicker that an elastic band pulled taught. Eyes still watching Shoto Katsuki ever so slightly raises his hips. Shoto groans, his eyes closing once more as he tips his head back, his hair cascading down his back and Katsuki shuffles forward slightly. Shoto’s pace is becoming sloppy, a clear sign that he’s getting closer to his own peak and Katsuki knows he doesn’t have long to get what he wants. Shoto takes one of his hands off her hips and quickly slides it under her. Katsuki feels Y/N’s breath stutter as the head of his dick nudges against her slightly parted lips. He had to fight back his own groan, bitting at the inside of his cheek and digging his nails into the meat of his ass. Her lips part on a loud cry, his prick just slipping across her lips to nudge at her tongue when he realises exactly what’s happening. His eyes snap down from Shoto looking at the women between them.
Y/N’s trembling, nails digging into Katsuki’s thighs and the loud cry morphing into an even louder shout of Shoto’s name as she crashed into her orgasm. She turned her head to the side, Katsuki easily slipping from between her lips and sliding across her cheek. He keep the groan of frustration in, is to wound up to even care that he broke a rule. A breathless chuckle from above has Katsuki looking back up finding Shoto already watching him, a mocking smirk curling up his lips. His hips stutter, Shoto groaning as Y/N whimpers and pants against Katsuki’s thigh. He keeps his gaze locked on Katsuki as he lift his glistening hand to his lips, moaning obscenely as he slides two fingers into his mouth and greedily sucks Y/N’s realise off of them.
That was what does it for Shoto, snapping his hips into hers twice more before he stills, groaning loudly around his fingers as he finally cums. It’s a vision, the way his mouth goes slack, tongue visibly prodding between his fingers and his whole body shudders from the wave of pleasure that pulses through him. Katsuki wants to kiss him whilst his fingers are still in his mouth. Wants to suck and lick Y/N’s taste off the digits and intertwine his tongue with Shoto’s.
Sighing Shoto sucked at his fingers one last time before slipping his fingers from his lips and letting his hand fall to his side. After that Shoto didn’t waist any time, slowly slipping out of Y/N and making her moan weakly. He slides gracefully off the bed, yanking the condom off as he walks round towards Katsuki and the still trembling Y/N, tying it off and dumbing it in the bin before he steps up next to them. He completely ignores Katsuki, instead helping Y/N off the bed and onto her feet. Gone was the demanding and sometimes cruel man from just moments before, Shoto seemingly shedding the person as easily as he had the condom.
He’s gentle with Y/N now, murmuring his praise and checking if she was ok, if what he had done had been ok. She smiles warmly up at him, quick to reassure him that she had enjoyed every second of it. It was a sweet and somewhat soft moment, made even more so when Shoto swept Y/N off her feet and into his arms, Y/N laughing brightly as she leant down to kiss him, Shoto walking from the room and disappearing round the corner and presumably towards the bathroom for a shower.
Katsuki was left on the floor, hard and aching and forgotten. No not forgotten. Ignored. Now he was alone Katsuki shifted, distributing his weight so he was more comfortable and sitting back so his ass was between his feet. The cuffs clinked, the once cold metal having warmed long ago. His shoulders ached slightly, so dose his knees but it was nothing to uncomfortable and did little to distract him from his own arousal. Sighing Katsuki tipped his head back and looked up at the ceiling and the shadows the lights cast across the plaster. His mind wandered, unsurprisingly going to the two people in the next room over.
Katsuki could easily picture what they looked like naked under the hot stream of watcher, had seen it enough times before to know exactly what they would be doing in there. It would all be soft smiles and gentle touches, the two exchanging lazy kisses along with declarations of love. They would wash each other and though hands would glide teasingly over sensitive places they wouldn’t push for more, both content with the act they had just participated in. Shoto would place a kiss to every inch of skin he had left a mark upon, giving her a necklace of kisses to go with the fading bruises around her throat. Y/N would wash Shoto’s hair for him, taking great care and leaving him a boneless and content mess until it was time to get out and he had to move again. They would dry the other off, Y/N wringing the extra water from his hair before brushing and platting it.
He knew what those two were like and he probably had a long wait ahead of him before they came back looking for clothes and Katsuki was finally let go. Huffing he let his eyes fall to the bed, wondering it it would be more or less comfortable to collapse face first down on the sheets to wait. He was just about to try and get up when he heard footsteps from behind and he went still, back ridged as he waited. It hadn’t been long enough, not by a long shot so why was one of them back already?
Katsuki felt them come to a stop behind him, could feel their presence as they knelt down behind him and then there were familiar fingers on his wrists, long and dexterous fingers undoing the cuffs and easing them off Katsuki’s wrists. Bringing his arms round Katsuki rubbed at the slightly red skin, looking up as Shoto stepped round and in front of him. He was still naked, his hair still dry and swept to one side, the long strands tumbling over his shoulder and halfway down his ribs. Wordlessly he offered Katsuki his hand and the blonde took it, letting the other man help pull him to his feet. Shoto didn’t step back and Katsuki ended up stood close to him, their chests bumbling together slightly. His erection had begun to flag a little once left alone but now that Shoto was so close it was back with a vengeance, twitching impatiently between his legs.
Sighing Katsuki buried his hand in Shoto’s hair, thumb rubbing at his cheek. Shoto smiled softly, almost shyly, like he was waiting for Katsuki to complain about what had just happened. “Idiot,” Katsuki huffed before pulling Shoto closer and sealing their lips together in a remarkably soft and tender kiss. Shoto moaned into it, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck and kissing back. He’s pliant under Katsuki now, all trace of dominance gone and willingly letting Katsuki take control once more. The kiss lasts for a few glorious moments but far to soon Shoto’s stepping backwards, his eyes dropping down to Katsuki’s erection that had been poking him in the thigh. “Come on,” he smirked, untangling Katsuki’s hand from his hair, “before Y/N uses all the hot water.” He laced Katsuki fingers with his own, gently tugging him to follow and Katsuki went wordlessly, content to let Shoto lead for once.
That night had started off as a bit of a disaster and then it had looked like it was going to be one full of frustration and dissatisfaction but in the end it had been perfect, Katsuki ending up between the two people he cared for most. He had made love to Y/N in the shower that night, slow and gentle with Shoto at his back, helping to hold her up and pressing kisses along his neck with a hand splayed across his stomach and occasionally dropping down to where Katsuki and Y/N were joined together, whispering words of love and praise into Katsuki’s ear as he rocked his own erection against Katsuki’s ass.
Their relationship was strange and unusual but it worked for them and Katsuki wouldn’t want it any other way.
Parings:Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto
A/N:This is just a little something I wrote off the cuff whilst being bored stiff. It’s just meaningless babbling really but I thought I would share.
Part of the Twos Company, Threes a Crowdseries.
Happy New Year!!!!
As the first chime of the bells rang out through the night air Katsuki and Shoto came to a stop, the two of them turning to face the way the sound had come from even though they had no chance of seeing the distant temple. That was it then, once the final bell rang the year would be over and another one would start. Shit he hoped it wasn’t like the last one. Hoped that everything could just be normal for once but knowing their luck it never would be.
The bells continued to chime, each one counting down towards midnight and despite knowing it made no difference Katsuki still held his breath like he was waiting for something to happen. Next to him Shoto stepped in closer, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together. Despite being in his winter costume Katsuki was still colder than he liked and he appreciated the other man pressing his left side up against him, letting his own warmth seep in through the fabric of Katsuki’s costume. The streets were empty, no one really hanging around the back alleys this time of night so there was no one to see the uncharacteristic moment of tenderness between the hero duo. Not that Katsuki would care if there was, it was just none of their business is all. It was called a private life for a reason and he didn’t want to shared these kind of moments with any dammed nosy extras.
Over all the last year hadn’t been all that bad. Sure it had started of kind of rocky and had gotten even worse when the rather unusual relationship the three of the shares had been publicly outed but that was all in the past now or would be in another minute. The reaction hadn’t been as bad as any of them had thought and they had come out the other side stronger then ever, though he and Shoto had practically had to drag Y/N along with them when she repeatedly tried to break things off. It had all worked out in the end though. They were a hot commodity now, people clambering for anything to do with the three of them and though it could be stressful at times Katsuki would take the freedom of being able to kiss Y/N whenever he wanted over having to second guess every action he took where she and Shoto were concerned.
This art is based on @yaimlight’s“The Cat”. I decided to draw the scene where todoroki and y/n were playing with the kitten whilst bakugou yells at them for bringing it into the house. I do plan to do a coloured version but I just couldn’t wait to share this work.
Another amazing piece of art from the talented @fluffyfluffytime To have one piece of art for tctc is amazing but to have two is just phenomenal. Thank you so much. I love it
Katsuki’s not really a winter person. He hates the cold, the long dark days and not to mention the snow and rain that seems to come down in icy sheets and managed to leave him shivering even in his winter costume. So no, he’s not a fan of winter and by extension he’s not a Christmas person either. Personally he thinks it over rated and over commercialised. It’s just another excuse of companies to make money and people to make idiots of themselves as they congregate in streets lit with so many fairy lights it’s probably noticeable in space or huddle around massive trees to take photos with all their idiot friend like they’ve never seen one before. It annoys him, especially when he gets stopped on patrol and people try and convince him to take a photo with them in front of one, an experience made even worse if someone tries to get him to wear a Christmas hat.
So naturally he would be dating two people who actually like the blasted holiday.
Okay so maybe Shoto doesn’t like it but Y/N does and thats enough for him to be following her around as she throws up decorations and sings Christmas songs from the 80s that Katsuki wished would just die out already. Katsuki would like to say it’s cute. He would like to say that the thought of coming home and smelling all those freshly baked cakes and biscuits that Y/N makes is amazing but it’s really not. The songs get on his nerves after the first couple of days and he puts on at least ten pounds over the two weeks before and after Christmas Day. Not to mention the pointless garlands and decorations that go up around the apartment, or the fact that Y/N and Shoto make him get the blasted tree out even though they are perfectly capable of doing it themselves.
Katsuki hates it but he can’t exactly say that. He understands that this shit means something to Y/N and he wants her to be happy so he bites his tongue when he hears last Christmas for the fifth time in as many days and makes sure to try everything she bakes because the way she smiles at him when he does so is worth the stomachache. It’s not like the foods terrible, it’s not. She’s a good cook and everything tastes amazing and Katsuki does like it, there’s just so much of it that buy the time January rolls around just the smell of baked goods is enough to have his stomach groaning and sending him running to the gym.
For once he’s grateful they all have a lot of friends because they are all happy to be the recipients of gingerbread, stollen, pryaniki or whatever else Y/N decides to make, saving Katsuki and Shoto from the horror of having to eat it all themselves. Dunce face always whines about how lucky Katsuki is, having someone who spoils him so much and Katsuki always shove’s another cookie or slice of cake in his mouth, telling him to “shut up and keep eating because you ain’t going to feel so bloody lucky after you’ve eaten another thirty.”
Katsuki is lucky though. He knows that. He knows that most people with an attitude like him would struggle to find someone to put up with him let alone two people. So Katsuki keeps his mouth shut and lets Y/N and Shoto cuddle up to him under thick blankets whilst they watch cheesy Christmas movies and drink spiked hot chocolate. He doesn’t complain when Shoto drags him out shopping, determined to find the perfect gift for Y/N, nor when she does the same thing but for Shoto. They’re happy so Katsuki’s happy and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
Life goes on but something changes over the years and at some point Katsuki actually begins to look forward to the day he comes home and finds a batch of spiced cookies waiting for him along with his tinsel wrapped idiots as they try and decide what colour to go with that year. It’s always gold, red and green. They’re the only colour decorations they have but from listening to them two go on it was as if they had every colour you could ever imagine available to pick from. He supposed they probably did, both him and Shoto more than willing to traipse around shops looking for decorations if Y/N actually decided she wanted a different colour. Sure Katsuki would complain but he would still do it, just to see her smile when present with the new ornaments.
He’s the one who starts suggesting movies the three of them can watch, knowing what one’s they both like best and what ones he can tolerate. Shoto still asks way to many questions and Y/N still answers with the patience of a saint whilst Katsuki makes sarcastic comments and predicts the ending before they are even half way through the movie. He takes cakes and cookies with him to the agency, refusing to share with anyone who isn’t Shoto. He even buys hand painted ornaments for the tree that are made to look like their hero outfits. He has to suffer through the vendor taking a photo of him with them and seeing it plastered all over social media but the way Y/Ns face lights up with her smile when he hands them over more than makes up for that. Every year after that they take pride of place, the three little bulbuls hung in a row right in the middle of the tree for everyone to see. Surprisingly Katsuki doesn’t hate it.
It only gets worse when the boys come along.
They were so fascinated by the lights and decorations when they were babies and Katsuki is sure he will never be able to forget the image of Shoto stood by the tree, mumbling softly to the little form of Kasui cradled in his arms as he held him up to the tree to see all the lights twinkling like stars. Suddenly coming home to a house smelling of cookies turned into the smell of cookies and the sound of laughter and something Katsuki longs for. Y/N, Kasui and Reo always end up covered in flour and icing, the three of them grinning like idiots as Katsuki and Shoto are presented with a plate of misshapen cookies that probably once looked like a Christmas tree but now look like a fat hedgehog. He still always takes one though, eating it there and then and declaring them the best yet even if one of their delightful children had managed to swap out the sugar for salt when Y/N wasn’t looking. That year the cookies get hung on the tree and Katsuki purposely keeps his mouth shut when soy sauce and dunce face steal one off the branches when they think no one’s looking. The look of horror and betrayal on their faces is worth the disapproving glair for Y/N and the exasperated way Shoto said his name even as Katsuki doubled over with how hard he’s laughing.
The tree becomes a family things, the boys wanting to help as soon as they were able to. It becomes more of an event. Christmas music goes on and hot chocolates made as well as a plate of cookies out for everyone to pick at. Katsuki still doesn’t really have much of anything to do with the tree, normally cooking dinner whilst the other four discus what pattern the decorations should go in. Katsuki doesn’t mind. He likes watching his family in moments like that. Like seeing Shoto lift up Kasui and Reo so they can place little glass bulbuls on the top parts of the tree, Y/N sat on the floor and teasing the cat with bits of tinsel that never actually seem to end up on the tree. It looks like a scene out of one of those sappy holiday movies and he can’t help but snap a photo, sending it to the old hag and Shoto’s sister because they always like to coo over that sentimental and domestic shit.
When they are done though and before the lights get switched on Katsuki is pulled away from the kitchen, the tree topper pressed into his hands because “it’s not a family tree if daddy doesn’t do something.” That becomes his job, the one thing he has to do with that ridiculous tree other than pulling it out of storage and though he grumbled and moans about it, letting Reo whine and Kasui get all huffy when they think he’s not going to do it, he always takes the glass star from Y/N, placing it delicately atop the tree. There’s a moment where the only light in the room is the soft golden twinkle of the lights on the tree and he’s stood there with one of the boy in his arms, Shoto next to him with the other clinging on to him with Y/N stood between them that Katsuki understands what people mean when they say having a family is a gift because he feels like he’s been given the best thing in the world. What they have might be strange and a little chaotic sometimes but he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world and that includes the number one spot.
Katsuki becomes one of those people he used to complain about, taking the boys to see the lights and various trees dotted around the city, enjoying their excitement right up until they are to old to be going out with their parents. Kasui’s the one who decides he’s to old for that kind of stuff first and as he and his brother are pretty much inseparable it doesn’t take much longer for Reo to decide he’s to old as well, though he’s a bit more reluctant about it. Katsuki doesn’t sulk the first year they don’t go out to see all the lights despite what Y/N says but it is when he realises that they aren’t kids any more and the things that had used to be important to them won’t carry on that way. It terrifies him. They’re growing up to fast and a part of him misses those two little boys who used to stare in wide eyed wonder at the world around them as they clung on to Katsuki with those small and chubby hands.
Some things don’t change though. Like Y/Ns constant baking over the holiday period. Kasui and Reo still help with that but Katsuki thinks it’s more to do with wanting to eat the cookies then anything else. Unlike Shoto, Reo is part way useful in the kitchen though his talents only seem go as far as patisserie, the relentless sweet tooth he had inherited from Y/N going a long way to help with that. Kasui takes after Katsuki though, able to cook a whole family meal by the time he’s twelve. Normally it’s Kasui bossing Reo around in the kitchen, much like Katsuki does with Shoto but in those few weeks every year the tables turn and Reo is the one who runs the kitchen and the ever growing cookie factory their home seems to turn into. Poor Ichika probably gets her body weight in sweet treats but she never complains, always full of bright smiles like Deku as she thanks the blushing boy for the gifts. Not that Kasui was any better, going as red as Eijiro’s hair whenever he handed over anything he had made to Tenko. The smug little zombie wasn’t as sweet as Ichika though, always smirking lazily and teasing the brat about all the time and effort he had put into making the cookies, always chocolate matcha ones shaped like cats wearing Christmas hats.
Life moved forward. The boys get older, start forging their own paths in the world but still every year they come and decorate the tree, stuffing their faces with sweet treats and bickering about where those stupid ornaments that Katsuki got all those years ago should go. Shoto doesn’t have to lift them up now, instead the four of them working together and still it’s Katsuki who puts up the star right at the end. He still comes home to Y/N and the boys in the kitchen baking, though normally it’s her and Reo actually doing the work whist Kasui sits on the counter whilst trying to interfere before getting his hand slapped away by his brother and a cookie shoved in his face to keep him quiet.
Eventually they stop coming to decorate the tree though and all three of them feel their absence that first year but the baking remains a tradition. Even when they’re older and have families of their own they still find a day to huddle into the kitchen, making a mess of Katsuki’s space and filling there home with laughter. Even when they finally retire and move out to the suburbs to a small house with a garden for the grand kids to run around in. Katsuki forgets how much he hated this time of year back when he was younger and the three of them were just finding their feet. Now he looks forward to it. To the smell of freshly backed fruit cake and spiced cookies. To the sound of laughter as Kasui and Reo lift their own children up to look at the very same lights they had been fascinated by as kids.
It’s a stupid time of year, over rated and over commercialised but Katsuki wouldn’t change anything about it. Not the cheesy Christmas songs Y/N still sings along to or the equally awful movies Shoto still gets them to watch, nor the ten pounds of food he puts on. His family is happy and so is he and that’s all that matters in the end.
Pairings:Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto / slight Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto
Katsuki lost track of time easily, losing himself in the moment. They watched one Christmas movie after another, the three of them lounging over the sofa and tangled together. Katsuki complained about the rubbish and predictable plots whilst Todoroki constantly questioned why things were happening and Y/N would patiently explain it to him whilst Katsuki made sarcastic comments, though her answers often ended up being ‘because Christmas’ or ‘magic’ witch seemed to be the running theme across all of the movies. Though romance was also another annoyingly persistent aspect and wasn’t doing anything to help with Katsuki’s nerves over asking Y/N out.
They continued to eat the things he and the candy cane had brought, cookies getting snapped in half to share and the mochi getting bitten in half though thankfully there was no more embarrassing finger sucking. At one point the half ‘n’ half bastard had tried to feed him though and Katsuki had retaliated by trying to bite his fucking fingers off. They drank more hot chocolate and then when that was gone they started on the tea that Todoroki had brought, the stuff as annoyingly good as the mochi had been.
It was annoyingly nice, the three of them talking and laughing about random stuff that normally Katsuki wouldn’t really care about. He didn’t complain about all the unhealthy snacks they were eating either, stating he would get in an extra-long workout the next day when Y/N teased him about it and when Todoroki actually had the gall to laugh Katsuki had made it very clear that Todoroki would be joining him at seven am for a five mile run whether he liked it or not. Y/N promised him she would hit the gym before he got the chance to invite her along as well, telling them in detail what her work out routine would be so he had bitten his tongue so he wouldn’t try and persuade her to come along when clearly she didn’t want to. Katsuki didn’t blame her, it was going to be fucking freezing and though he was regretting his rushed declaration he wouldn’t take it back. He would just have to wear a couple of extra layers and run faster.
Katsuki didn’t really notice it starting to get darker, not until his phone dinged with a text from the old hag demanding to know if he was coming home for dinner or if things were going that well he would be out all night. He told her in no uncertain terms to leave him alone and that he would sort his own food out when he got home, not that he knew when that would be. He had hoped she would leave it at that but of course he wasn’t that lucky, the old hag texting back and telling him to use protection because she was too young to become a grandmother. Katsuki had gone bright red at that, his entire body feeling like he had been set on fire as it went still. Of course this had gotten Y/Ns attention and when he refused to tell her what had been said Y/N had tried to take his phone, clambering over him to try and get it. They had fought for it and somehow Y/N had ended up pinned beneath him on the sofa, half sprawled across Todoroki and her legs spread to accommodate Katsuki between them. He had been all smug about winning until Y/N had moved and he realised the position they were in. He had panicked, scrambling to get off the sofa and away from Y/N, claiming he needed to piss as he practically ran from the room.
It was where he was now, fucking hiding in the dorms bathrooms as he tried to calm the fuck down. He splashed cold water over his face, hoping it would help his face cool down. Shit he needed to get a grip before he fucked everything up. Trust the fucking hag to screw up his day. He had been doing just fine and now she had gone and put ideas in his head that he didn’t sodding want there, not right now any way. He liked Y/N, wanted to date her so yeah he had thought about that but now wasn’t the time for that. If he was lucky that would come latter but first he needed to actually get the damned girl to date him and he couldn’t have things like that distracting him.
Grabbing at a towel he angrily dried his face. He could do this. He just had to go back down there, pull her to one side and say thanks for the gift and then ask her to come to the stupid New Year’s fireworks with him, just him. He could do that, of course he could. He was Bakugou fucking Katsuki and he could do fucking anything. With his confidence restored and a plan of action in place Katsuki made his way back down stairs expecting to find the other two in a similar position as they had been before Y/N had tried to get his phone but of course he wouldn’t be that lucky.
Stepping back into the room he found Y/N sat in the middle of the sofa, seemingly on her own. As he got closer though he found Todoroki on the floor between her legs, Y/N stroking and played with his hair. She did that a lot and the bastard seemed to like it, always ending up with a content little smile on his lips. It always made Katsuki think of a cat, especially with his aloof personality but if he started to fucking purr Katsuki was going to slap him. Y/N turned to smile up at him shuffling forwards until she was sat on the edge of the sofa and gave him an expectant look before turning her attention back to the film currently playing. Katsuki glanced at the space, knowing what she wanted but unsure if he should. His plan was slowly crumbling and he was at a loss at what to do now.
Fuck it. He should take the opportunity whilst it was there, act like the couple he wanted them to be even if the shitty candy cane was there. He still had time. Just because he couldn’t ask now didn’t mean he wouldn’t find an opportunity to do it latter. He climbed over the back of the sofa, dropping down behind her and spreading his legs wide around her hips. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her tight against him, hooking his chin over her shoulder and looked down at her hands as she ran them through Todoroki’s hair. It looked soft and for a brief moment Katsuki thought about reaching his own hand out to see if it was but he quickly shut that idea down.
On screen a couple were stood outside in the snow, declaring their love for one another after all the utter bullshit they had just put the other through and Katsuki scoffed as the man dug in his pocket for a present, probably some sort of call back to a throwaway line earlier in the film that he hadn’t really been paying attention to, having given up once it became clear that they were using the shitty rivals to lovers troupe. “Why is he giving her an orange?” Todoroki said flatly, tipping his head to the side and even though Katsuki couldn’t see his face he knew his brows would be furrowed in confusion and a little frown tugging at his lips. “Because it’s a Christmas tradition” Y/N laughed, the action jostling Katsuki and he huffed at the disturbance, digging his chin into her shoulder to keep her still.
The shitty candy cane tipped his head back so he could look up at Y/N, his eyes calculating and brows furrowed. “Would you like it if I gave you an orange?” Katsuki looked down at the idiot in disbelief, mumbling “what the fuck is wrong with you” at his clearly serious question. An orange, why the fuck would Y/N want an orange? Y/Ns hands had stilled where she had been pushing the other teens hair away from his face, an amused smile in her lips. “Sure, why not. Just the one though”. She held up one finger to emphasise the point before tapping Todoroki on the nose with it, the mismatched boy wrinkling his nose up at the action. She would probably come to regret those words, the idiot probably giving her one orange every day for the rest of her life now.
The talk of traditions had Katsuki thinking though. Christmas wasn’t that big of a deal out in Japan, sure they celebrated it but not to the extent as they did in other parts of the world. Surely Y/N must have traditions of her own, things that her and her old man would always do this time of year but she hadn’t mentioned anything, hadn’t really mentioned anything about what Christmas was for her, always keeping quite when it had been brought up and giving vague answers when asked directly. From how they had found her it was clear to see that she hadn’t really had any plans for the day apart from eating crap food and watching even crappier films but surely that couldn’t be what she would normally have done? “Do you have any traditions?” Katsuki grumbled, turning his head slightly so he could look at her.
“Hum?” Y/N didn’t even glance at him, her attention completely on the shitty candy cane as she smiled softly down at him and continued to run her hands though his hair, pushing it away from his face and rubbing her fingers into his temple, effectively giving him a head massage. Scowling Katsuki sat up straighter, lifting his head up so he could actually turn his head to look at her properly. “Christmas traditions, do you have any?” he growled, a slight edge to his voice that he refused to believe was annoyance at being ignore for the other teen.
Y/Ns hands stilled, her body going tense in Katsuki’s arms and the smile falling from her face. It was an odd reaction to have to a simple question and Katsuki was suddenly suspicious. “Erm no, not really” Y/N said dismissively as she went back to stroking the idiots hair, her eyes staying focused on her task and refusing to meet Katsuki’s gaze. Her body stayed stiff against him though, her smile never returning and despite knowing better Katsuki pressed for more information, wanting to get to the bottom of her sudden odd behaviour. “Isn’t Christmas supposed to be a big thing and all that out in Europe? Didn’t you and your family ever do anything?”
Todoroki was watching her now as well, his mismatched eyes cold and calculating and Katsuki knew he had felt it to, the sudden shift in the atmosphere. It was like she was waiting for the axe to drop, like the calm before a storm that you knew would leave your life devastated. “Well yeah but I didn’t, I wasn’t, my life’s not…” Y/N trailed off into a frustrated groan, clearly unable to find the right words. Sighing she tipped her head forward, one of her hands coming up to rub at her temples. It was only supposed to be a simple question, Katsuki hadn’t expected it to get the reaction it had but clearly he had said something wrong. He felt bad about pushing, at being the reason Y/N suddenly seemed so stressed and tense. Shit he never learned when to keep his mouth shut and yet again he had gone and ruined what had been a great fucking day by letting his mouth run.
With another sigh Y/N went lax, slumping back to lean into Katsuki. He grunted in surprise at her sudden weight on him, his arms instinctively wrapping around her tighter. The hand that had been rubbing at her eyes fell to his arm and she slid her hand over his, lacing their fingers together and trapping his hand between hers and her stomach. Katsuki didn’t know what to do, his neck stretched out to keep his head away from her. He hadn’t been expecting the sudden movement, to end up with her back pressed completely against his front and her ass pressing against his groin. She seemed to have melted against him, her head resting on his shoulder and eyes still closed. With a sigh of his own Katsuki gave in, resting his chin on her shoulder once more.
On the floor Todoroki shifted, turning more to the side and resting his head on her knee, his head tilted up to look at her with the same concern that Katsuki was sure was on his own face. Y/N didn’t open her eyes as she lifted the hand that wasn’t clinging to Katsuki’s, her fingers sliding into Todoroki’s hair and pushing the strands away from his face. The three of them stayed that way for a few long minutes, Y/N never opening her eyes and a small frown on her lips. Katsuki felt useless, unsure what he had done wrong and not knowing how to fix it. He was just curious, desperate to know everything he could about Y/N because despite the months he had known her and how close they had gotten she didn’t really share much about her life before she came to U.A and when she did offer up bits of information it was always vague and left Katsuki feeling like he hadn’t gotten the whole truth from her.
Y/N huffed, her eyelashes fluttering open. She stared straight ahead, a resigned look in her eyes. “When I was younger we used to go out to Lake Baikal for a month over Christmas and New Year’s. We owned a cabin up in the mountains and it would just be me and my father. We would go skiing and ice skating down on the lake and in the evenings we would lay in front of the fire and play games or tell stories”. Her voice held a strange mix of happiness and mourning, like how Katsuki imagined people would talk about dead loved ones when they reminisce about the happy times they had shared together. She had a faraway look in her eyes and he knew that in her mind she was back in those moments, remembering happier times.
“Sounds nice” Todoroki said flatly and Y/N tilted her head down to look at the other teen with a sad smile. “It was. The whole back wall of the cabin was glass and we would always go out into the forest on our first day there and cut down a tree and set it by the window. He would make hot chocolate and then we would spend the day decorating it. There was always something so magical about turning the lights on and watching them twinkle and bounce off the glass whilst a snow storm raged just outside but I suppose all good things must come to an end”. Katsuki held her closer, pressing his face into her shoulder as he let her words wash over him.
He could imagine it, a younger Y/N all bright eyed and full of wonder as an older, faceless guy with the same colour hair as her lifted her up into his arms as they stood and watched the lights on the tree twinkle with cups of hot chocolate in hand. It sounded like a nice memory and it was no wonder she cherished those moments but from the way she spoke something had changed and whatever relationship she had had with her old man was now just something she looked back on with a sense of loss and longing. Katsuki wanted to give her that feeling of wonder again, wanted to take away the sadness he could see creeping in and make her laugh.
On the screen a couple were stood arguing in front of a packed ice rink, the women crying as the man walked away but Katsuki wasn’t paying too much attention to what was going on, his eyes fixed on the background and suddenly he had an idea of how to fix the mood he had broken by opening his stupid mouth. “Go get dressed” he growled out as he slipped his hand out from under hers and tried to untangle himself from her. “I’m sorry, what?” Y/N said turning her head and pulling back to look at Katsuki with a mix of confusion and disbelief. Huffing he kicked at the shitty candy cane, digging his toes into his side as Katsuki tried to get him up and moving but all it seemed to accomplish was getting the other teen to glare at him. “I said go get dressed and make sure you put something warm on, I’m not being held responsible if your stupid ass freezes” he growled as he resorted to leaning around Y/N and shoving at Todoroki’s head and shoulders and finally with a grunt the idiot was moving, standing up and glaring down at Katsuki in annoyance.
Katsuki could see he was about to start bitching but he didn’t give him a chance, grabbing Y/Ns waste and practically picking her up as he stood and placing her onto her feet. “Hurry up we ain’t got all night” he grumbled, shoving her none to gently towards the stairs. She looked over her shoulder at him and he could see the annoyance in her eyes at being pushed around but she didn’t try to stop him and he knew she could if it was really pissing her off. “Fine just stop with the shoving” she grumbled and instantly he stopped, his hands falling to his sides. Huffing she turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest and frowned up at him. Katsuki mimicked her, pulling himself to his full height as he looked at her expectantly. She glared back at him but gave up quickly, huffing in annoyance before she spun on her heels and stormed of, muttering to herself and probably curse Katsuki to hell and back. That was fine, he would live and now she was gone he could put his plan into motion.
“What are you up to?” Todoroki demand and Katsuki spun back round to glare at the other teen. “Shut up” he growled out as he stalked back over to him, grabbing a fistful of his stupid turtleneck and yanked him towards him. The idiot didn’t even flinch, not even bothering to use his quirks to get Katsuki off of him. No, he just raised an eyebrow at him in question and let himself be man handled. “You are going to do exactly as I say, got it?” Katsuki growled out, hating that he had to look up slightly. Todoroki sighed, giving Katsuki a bored look but he didn’t protest. Satisfied that the bastard would listen to him Katsuki leaned in, whispering his plan in the other teen’s ear because he wouldn’t put it past Y/N to be lurking around the corner, trying to listen in.
He didn’t miss the way Todoroki stiffened then shivered when Katsuki’s hot breath puffed out against his right ear as he growled out his demands. As he pulled back he couldn’t help but blow in his ear, a big puff that had the other teen jerking back. He scowled at Katsuki as he rubbed at his ear but it only made Katsuki laugh harder. With a put upon sigh the bastard tugged Katsuki’s had free of his jumper and headed towards the door, silently putting on his boots and jacket before heading outside to do as Katsuki had asked.
Now alone Katsuki managed to get his laughter under control, taking a deep breath and looking round the room at the mess they had made. Deciding it was better than just standing there Katsuki started to tidy, clearing away rubbish and dirty cups, washing everything up and drying it before putting it away. It kept him busy and kept his mind off the inevitable freak out he would probably have if he actually thought about what he and the candy cane were up to. Fuck he hoped she liked it and it didn’t make her sad and cry. He could deal with the melancholy look but not tears, he wouldn’t have a fucking clue what to do if she cried.
The lift doors pinged as Katsuki put the last saucepan away and his head snapped up and round just as the doors slid open and Y/N stepped out. She had ditched everything she had been wearing, now in a pair of black jeans and Katsuki’s crimson hoodie, her leather jacket thrown over it and her signature boots on. He could see that she had left the red and gold improvised choker on, the sparkling fabric just visible above his hoodie and he couldn’t help but remember how her skin had felt there. He would be thinking about that latter, he was sure of it. Playing the moment over in his head but the shitty candy cane wouldn’t be there and he would have had the balls to lean down and press his lips against her neck.
“Alright blondie I’m dressed, now what?” Y/Ns agitated words pulled Katsuki out of his fantasy before he could get too sucked in. She didn’t look that impressed that she had been made to put actual clothes on instead of his underwear and the bastard’s cardigan but she would get over it, hopefully. Katsuki huffed, rolling his eyes at her as he trudged over to the doors and started to pull his many layers back on. “Defeats the point of it being a surprise if I told you” he grumbled, bending down to shove his boots on. Fuck he hoped she liked it and he hadn’t just completely misread the situation.
Katsuki jerked back up as he felt arms wrapping around his middle, Y/N pressing against his back. “I thought you and Shoto were my surprise” she murmured into his ear and he knew she hand to be stood on her toes to reach despite the extra height her boots gave her. Nervously he licked at his lips, glancing out the window to see what the half ‘n’ half bastard was up to but he was nowhere to be seen. This was it, his chance to ask her. There was no one else around to see if he got turned down or if she said yes and he broke out into a stupidly wide smile. Shit, she was even stood behind him so he wouldn’t have to look at her face, waiting for a reaction as he asked.
Taking a deep breath Katsuki steadied his nerves, the words on the tip of his tongue. “Would you…” A flash of red and white went past the window and Katsuki tracked the movement with narrowed eyes. “What’s Shoto doing?” Y/N asked curiously and the moment was lost. She was gone before Katsuki could stop her, shouldering the door open and stepping out into the cold. Groaning Katsuki trudged after her, scowling down at his feet and cursing the half ‘n’ half bastard’s existence. Katsuki should have known the asshole would managed to fuck it all up somehow.
It was fucking freezing outside, his teeth starting to chatter almost instantly. Grumbling he pulled his coat tighter around him, buttoning it up and shoving his gloved hands into his pockets. Y/N better dammed well appreciate what he was putting himself though for her because he sure as hell wouldn’t do this for just anyone. A loud gasp had Katsuki jerking his head up from where he had been glaring at his feet in hopes that he would see any possible bits of ice he could slip on. Y/N was stood at the bottom of the steps, both her hands pressed over her mouth and eyes wide as she stared out across the smooth sheet of ice before her.
Katsuki was begrudged to admit it but the bastard had done a pretty decent job recreating an ice rink, even if it was fucking massive and taking up nearly the whole fucking space in front of the dorm building. The ice looked smooth and shiny in the dimming light, the sun almost all the way down and the floodlights starting to come on. The rink had thick ice walls as well that came up to about waist height but he had left a gap in front of the stairs so you could easily get on and off of it. This was where the smug looking bastard stood, smiling ever so slightly as he took Y/Ns hand and helped her up onto the ice wall so she could sit with her legs dangling over the side.
“You didn’t fucking listen” Katsuki grumbled, coming to a stop next to them just as the shitty candy cane sank to his knees before Y/N. “You asked for an ice rink” he said flatly, lifting one of Y/Ns booted feet into his lap. Ice spread out from his fingers, covering her foot and spreading out from her sole and forming a gleaming and delicate looking blade. Before Y/N Katsuki had never seen the other teen do anything even remotely as fiddly and precise as making skates but the girl had an understanding of their quirks that allowed her to see its full potential and after gentle prodding she had gotten the bastard to start actually forming things white his ice instead of just sending out massive shards.
“I said a small ice rink” Katsuki snarled, crossing his arms over his chest and shoving his cold hands under his arms as he glared down at the mismatched hero. The bastard rolled his eyes as he gently let Y/Ns foot go and picked up the other to do the same. “This is small”. Katsuki looked at the teen in stunned silence, blinking dumbly down at him before he slowly lifted his head to look out across the frankly massive sheet of ice they stood next to. “What the fuck kind of ice rinks have you been to?” Katsuki barking, turning towards the aforementioned ice rink and gesturing towards the damned thing.
The shitty candy cane huffed as he stood up, annoyance clear on his otherwise blank face. “It’s perfect” Y/N said happily, stopping whatever pointless argument he and Todoroki were probably about to get into. She smiled brightly up at them, swinging her legs gently as she leaned back on her hands. She looked happy, the sadness from before gone and Katsuki couldn’t help the swell of smug pride he felt at being part of the reason.
Y/N unceremoniously swung her legs round and pushed off the wall. Katsuki had a moment of panic that the ice blades wouldn’t hold up and she would go crashing to ice with a cry of pain but all that happened was she wobbled slightly. Her hands slipped on the wall, a slight look of panic flickering across her face but she regained her balance quickly and sighed in relief. She pushed away from the wall and glided forward a few inches before coming to a stop. She whipped her head round, her smile so bright that Katsuki thought he was going to go blind.
She skated back over to the wall, wobbling slightly as she came to a stop but she didn’t stop smiling. “It’s been a few years so I’m a little rusty” she laughed, rubbing at the back of her neck and blushing. Katsuki just grunted, feeling his own face heat up but he refused to believe it was for any other reason than the cold. “Are you coming?” Todoroki asked as he moved past Katsuki, sitting down on the ice wall and started to cover his own shoes in ice. “Hell no” Katsuki barked out angrily but as soon as the words were out of his mouth he regretted them.
He would be left on the side lines, unable to do anything but watch as Y/N and the shitty candy cane skated around the space, smiling and laughing and most likely holding hands, looking very much like the couple they weren’t. This hand been Katsuki’s idea but if he didn’t go out there the bastard would reap all the rewards but there was one glaring problem that he hadn’t really thought about when suggesting this. Katsuki couldn’t skate, had never set foot inside an ice rink before and suddenly he was regretting that decision. He couldn’t help it, he just hatted the cold so fucking much so why would he want to ever trap himself in a room that was designed to be fucking freezing?
He wouldn’t be able to stand, would probably fall on his ass and make a fool of himself and he refused to look anything less that than god damned perfect in front of Y/N. He bet the half ‘n’ half bastard was fucking amazing at it as well, all that time he spent gliding around on his own ice. Shit, his sister had probably taken him ice skating when he was little, showing the little shit how amazing his ice quirk could be. Katsuki hatted that he could imagine it. A chubby cheeked little brat with wide and amazed eyes as he got to see what he could do with half of his quirk.
Todoroki shrugged his shoulders, glancing down at his ice covered shoes as he spoke. “Suit yourself” he mumbled as he got ready to step on the ice. Katsuki moved quickly, dropping down onto the wall opposite and lifting his foot and resting it between Todoroki’s spread legs, preventing the boy from getting up. He would not get left behind, nor would he let the shitty bastard get ahead of him. Todoroki looked down at his foot before glancing up at Katsuki and raising an eyebrow at him in either amusement or question. Katsuki couldn’t really tell, might even be both but whatever one it was it pissed Katsuki off and he found himself glaring at the other teen.
“Hurry the fuck up” he growled out, kicking out at his knee to get him to move. Katsuki’s ass was getting cold and he didn’t want to be sat here any longer than he had to. Todoroki scowled at him but still picked up his foot and started to create the skate. This was going to end so fucking badly, Katsuki was sure of it and he could almost guarantee that he was going to end up with bruises all over his body by the time he crawled off the ice. Shit. Why was he putting himself through this again?
As if to remind him as to why a soft tinkling sound filled the air and Katsuki snapped his head round to look at Y/N who had moved to stand on his other side playing with her phone. The tinkling faded as the sound of guitars and drums took over, a gruff man’s voice starting soon after that and Katsuki groaned. Y/N smirked, glancing over at him before she turned the volume up as high as it would go and placed her phone down on the wall behind him. Christmas music, fucking Christmas music. The words were in English, the guy singing practically shouting the overly cheerful tune and suddenly Katsuki was glad that it wasn’t that much of a big thing in Japan because he didn’t think he would be able to put up with listening to this shit for weeks on end. He would end up blowing something or someone up before they even made it to Christmas day.
He felt Todoroki move his leg out the way before lifting the other one up and Katsuki let him, keeping his unimpressed gaze on Y/N. She laughed gently as she moved closer to him and to Katsuki’s surprise she pressed up against his side, wrapping her arms around his and leaning her head on his shoulder as she watched Todoroki work. Sighing Katsuki turned his head, resting his head against Y/Ns as they both watched the other teen in silence. It moment was nice, the stupid pop song slipping into something softer that wasn’t so offensive to Katsuki’s ears.
It didn’t take Todoroki long and once the ice was formed into a sturdy looking skate he gently moved Katsuki’s foot away from him and let his leg go. As soon as the skates were ready Y/N was gone, effortlessly gliding away and looking at them both expectantly and waiting for them to join her.
Todoroki was the first to move, gracefully standing up and taking his first few gliding steps forward only to lose his balance and fall flat on his ass with a startled yelp. Katsuki let out a loud bark of laughter, the other teen turning to glare at him. Y/N glided up to him and Katsuki could see that she was desperately trying to keep her own laughter in, biting at her lip as she smiled down at him. “Are you okay?” she managed to get out without laughing, offering him her hands to help him up. “I’m fine” he grumbled, his cheeks turning a bright red. The idiot spent hours on the ice, he should be able to walk over it effortlessly and Katsuki said as such.
“Shouldn’t you be used to this shit?” Katsuki barked out, watching intently as Y/N kept the idiot steady as he finally made it to his feet. “What I do and this are two very different things” the teen snapped back and Katsuki scoffed. “You fucking surf on ice, how is this harder than that?” Y/N gave him a disapproving look and would probably have told him off for being mean to the poor delicate ice prince if said idiot didn’t chose that moment to open his mouth and make things worse. “I would like to see you do better” Todoroki said flatly and Katsuki bristled at the challenge, sitting up straighter and glaring at the other boy. “No, just no. This isn’t a competition” Y/N said sternly but it was too late, the fucker had lain down the gauntlet and Katsuki would show his smug ass that he was the fucking best for a reason. “I’ll show you fucking better” he growled out ready and eager to prove the other teen wrong.
Y/N groaned as Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the shitty candy cane who glared back at him. Y/N had let go of his hands to throw hers up in exasperation, looking to the sky and shaking her head but she moved forward, probably intending to help Katsuki but when he let out a warning growl she stopped, pursing her lips and crossing her arms over her chest. He had to do this himself if he was going to prove anything to that smug fucking.
Nervously he glanced down at the ice, suddenly unsure if the ice skates would hold his weight or if they would shatter as soon as he stood and sending him to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and pain. The mismatched bastard let out and amused huff and Katsuki directed his glare back at him, snarling and growling. Fuck him. Katsuki wasn’t scared of shit and he defiantly wasn’t scared about putting all his weight on two thin blades of ice and trying to glide across a massive sheet of ice.
Katsuki placed both feet down on the ice and shuffled his ass forwards until he was finally standing up, his gloved hands desperately trying to find some sort of purchase on the wall of ice behind him to keep him from falling. He didn’t look up at the other two, focusing solely on his feet. Slowly and tentatively he let go of the wall and took his first step forward. He wobbled slightly his arms darting out to either side to try and keep him balanced. His heart was pounding away in his chest, his hands sweating inside his gloves and his breathing harsh, puffing out in front of him in a small cloud. Steading his nerves and himself Katsuki took another small step forward and then another and another. With each step he felt more stable and confident and finally he looked up at the other two.
Y/N was smiling brightly, looking all kinds of proud of him and Katsuki really didn’t want to unpack the way that made his chest hurt, a smile braking out across his face in answer. Next to her Todoroki had crossed his arms over his chest and was giving Katsuki a bored look. Katsuki’s smile turned into a smug smirk, flashing his teeth as the other teen huffed and rolled his eyes.
His smugness didn’t last.
With the next step he lost his footing, his ankle buckling and causing his leg to slide out from under him. “Katsuki!” Y/N exclaimed darting forward to help him. Panicking he flailed his arms, hands reaching out to her and grabbing at her arms but it was too little too late. Y/Ns eyes widened as he pulled her down with him, her body colliding with his and sending them hurtling to the floor quicker. He grunted as his ass hit the floor, his shoulders smacking against the ice and he screwed his eyes shut as he anticipated the smack of his head hitting it but it never came.
Confused he opened his eyes only to find Y/Ns concerned face just inches away from his. He sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly aware of the fact that she was draped across him, practically straddling him. Her chest was pressed tight against his and somehow his hands had ended up grabbing at her hips, holding her lower body tight against his own. It was a rather compromising position and despite the cold he could feel seeping through his clothes his body felt hot, his face heating to the point it felt like it was on fire.
“Fuck” he mumbled, not having meant to say that out loud but it seemed his brain to mouth filter had chosen that moment to fuck off. Y/Ns concern eased into amusement, the furrow between her brows easing out as she smiled down at him, a gentle laugh escaping between her lips. “Glad to see you’re still as eloquent as always” she teased. Katsuki scowled up at her, his hands tightening on her hips as he felt his cheeks get impossibly hotter. “Fuck you” he grumbled, no real heat behind his words and pouting like a petulant child. To his annoyance Y/Ns smile seemed to grow her eyes practically sparkling with a mix of amusement and mischief and Katsuki knew then that he had said completely the wrong thing.
“Well that escalated quickly. Shouldn’t you at least buy me dinner beforehand?” Katsuki’s entire body went stiff at her low and teasing words, her hot breath puffing out across his cheek and lips with every word. His brain was stuck, unable to make it past her words and actually understand what the fuck was happening. His eyes were wide, his hands twitching and his mouth was hanging open in stunned silence and he knew he must look all kinds of stupid but he couldn’t seem to kick his brain into gear. Was that? Was she? Fuck! He couldn’t even finish a damned thought.
Y/N seemed to find his stunned silence amusing, chuckling softly as she pulled away from him. She gently slid her hands out from under his head, cradling his skull so he wouldn’t hit it at the loss of her supporting hands. When she sat up Katsuki instantly felt cold without her body heat pressing against his front that had been chasing away the early evening chill that had begun to settle in. “And how was this better?” the shitty candy cane said flatly as he skated shakily up to their side, staring down at Katsuki in what he could only describe as thinly veiled annoyance.
The other boy’s words snapped Katsuki out of his stupor and he snapped his mouth shut, tilting his head so he could glare up at him. “Did fucking better then you did Bambi” Katsuki growled out in annoyance. The candy canes eyes narrowed, lips pursed in annoyance but he didn’t say anything as Katsuki had in fact made it further onto the ice than he had. Instead he turned his attention to Y/N, holding out his hands for her to take so he could help her back onto her feet. She gave a mumbled ‘thanks’ as she stood, Katsuki grumbling as his hands slid down the outside of her thighs and legs until they rested over her leather covered ankles. With a huff of amusement she stepped back, his hands falling to the ice.
Now that she was completely off of him Katsuki could definitely feel the cold seeping in, despite all his layers and he had to resist the urge to pull Y/N back and cuddle up to her heat. Grunting he pushed himself up onto his elbows, ready to get the hell up and try and get warm again. When he got cold his quirk refused to work, unable to produce the sweat he needed and he hatted how fucking useless it made him feel when he didn’t have his quirk at his beck and call. Two hands were held out to him, one Y/Ns and the other Todoroki’s and Katsuki glanced up at them, eyes darting between the two of them. Y/N huffed wiggling her fingers at him and with a grunt Katsuki accepted her hand, grabbing at the bastards arm as he allowed them to pull him back to his feet.
He wobbled slightly as did the candy cane, both of them gripping tighter at the other until they felt stable. Grunting Katsuki quickly let go of the other boy, looking away as he mumbled out a quick ‘thanks’. All three of them were stood close together and Katsuki could feel the heat that radiated off of them, thankful that the shitty bastard was stood on his right so he didn’t have to put up with the cold his other side emitted. He didn’t know if it was done on purpose or not, both of them knowing how he felt about the cold but either way he wouldn’t knock it, already starting to feel himself warm up.
“Ready to try again?” Y/N asked, lifting her arms and offering each of them a hand. Todoroki didn’t hesitate, taking her offered hand and lacing their fingers together but Katsuki just stared at it. Y/N smiled softly at him, Todoroki looking at him with his signature blank face and all Katsuki could do was panic. He hated looking weak and to him, accepting and admitting he needed help was a sign of weakness. He had come a long way since the day he had slapped Deku’s hand away as he sat in the river feeling looked down upon but he still struggled sometimes with allowing people to help him. The reality was though that he couldn’t skate for shit and if he didn’t want to end up on his ass again then he had to take her hand and let her show him how to move forward. At least the shitty candy cane was in the same position, needing her to help him as much as Katsuki did so he wasn’t the only pathetic one. Katsuki reached out, lacing his fingers with hers and as a reward her smile brightened, a look of genuine happiness on her face and suddenly falling on his ass and admitting his lack of skill seemed worth it. Slowly Y/N began to skate backwards, her grip tightening and they both allowed her to pull them forward.
It was slow going at first, he and Todoroki wobbly on their feet but Y/N was patient with them, offering encouragement as well as helpful tips on technique and neither of them fell again. The Christmas music played in the background, the sun finally setting and leaving them under the glow of the outside lights. At some point it started to snow again, just a light dusting and Katsuki was loathed to admit the whole thing felt fucking magical, like a scene out of one of the shitty Christmas movies they had watched earlier.
Over the space of the hour they spent on the ice he and Todoroki got better and at some point Y/N let go of them so they could skate on their own. It had been daunting at first but she hadn’t gone far, skating next to them and there to help if they wobbled. They talked about random shit, the candy cane complaining about his old man constantly badgering him to join his agency. Their relationship was better but Katsuki couldn’t blame the other boy for wanting to make it on his own and he wouldn’t be able to do that with the old bastard breathing down his neck. Katsuki grumbled about his parents try to force him to take on a few modelling gigs, not wanting to be one of those superficial heroes only in it for the fame and money but also knowing how important endorsements would end up being to his career. Y/N told them more about the cabin in the woods and what Christmas was like for her, from her childhood years spent at the cabin to the most recent ones spent in St Petersburg.
It was nice and strangely romantic and he would be adamant that it had been a date if the half ‘n’ half bastard hadn’t been there but weirdly it wasn’t weird or awkward at all. The strange friendship they had formed this year helped towards that and Katsuki was comfortable enough with the other boy to not care that he was seeing a softer side to his normally angry and explosive personality. Katsuki got to see him too though, that ice prince facade melting in the presence of Y/N and her infectious happiness but all good things had to come to an end and soon enough Y/N was guiding them back towards the ice wall whilst fussing about how late it was and how they needed to get home. Frankly Katsuki would have been happy to spend the night, wouldn’t even care that Todoroki was there as well and all three of them could crawl into either his or Y/Ns bed and sleep, huddled up and sharing body heat. Not the bastards bed though. Katsuki was all for traditional and shit but he would take an actual bed over a futon any day, no matter how fucking comfy the candy canes was.
It was eerily silent when Y/N turned the music off and along with the absence of the sound of their skates grating against the ice it made it even more noticeable how late it had actually gotten. Y/N melted the ice off his boots, Katsuki able to feel the heat through the leather. He couldn’t watch as she did it, the girl knelt before him as he leaned against the ice wall and he could feel his cheeks turning red once more and not from the cold this time. As soon as she was done Y/N was up and shoving him back towards the dorms, demanding he go make himself and Todoroki tea for on the way home. He had grumbled and bitched the whole time, not really wanting to leave the other two on their own in case the stupid idiot actually managed to read a social situation correctly and asked Y/N out but she didn’t give him much choice in the matter, pouting up at him and fluttering her lashes until he caved.
He didn’t bother taking his boots or coat off, just trudged through the living space to the kitchen and setting about his task. He watched the other two like a hawk through the windows the entire time, eyes narrowing every time the bastard got too close to Y/N but all they did was work on melting the ice, restoring the yard back to how it should be and occasionally exchanging words but considering Y/N often ended up laughing Katsuki didn’t think the idiot had asked her out. Once he had two thermos cups ready as well as a normal cup for Y/N Katsuki headed back outside, the three cups precariously balanced in his arms.
The cold night air hit him like a punch to the gut as soon as he opened the door. “Fucks sake” Katsuki grumbled, turning so his back took the brunt of the breeze. Fucking winter. He hated the shitty season. Why was he going home again and not just crawling into his warm and welcoming bed? “Just in time” Y/N chirped happily appearing from behind and taking the two thermos cups from him and placing them on the railing before turning back to get hers. Katsuki thought that would be it but she placed her own cup down next to the other two and turned back to him with a mischievous smirk.
He wasn’t prepared to have the girl fling herself at him, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist under his coat. The force of her attack had him stumbling backwards, his feet slipping on the wet wood but his reflexes were quicker, one hand darting out to grab at the railing whilst the other wound around Y/N and pulled her tighter against him. “Ummm so warm” she mumbled, nuzzling her face right between his pecs and for what felt like the one hundredth time that day had Katsuki stunned into silence. He knew that Y/N was cuddly but this was taking it to a whole other level.
Sighing Katsuki relaxed, letting go of the railing so he could wrap his arm around her. He tipped his head forward, resting his cheek on her head and deciding to enjoy the moment whilst it lasted. Out the corner of his eyes Katsuki watched Todoroki trudge up the steps and go straight to the tea, picking up one of the thermos cups with both hands and leant casually back against the railing. He stared at them, his face blank and unreadable and Katsuki had to wonder if he was jealous that Katsuki was getting all her attention. He knew that he would be if their roles were reversed.
As if he knew what Katsuki was thinking the bastard let out a small huff of laughter, his thin lips quirking up into a knowing smirk. Katsuki frowned, knowing full well that if he was where the candy cane was he would be fuming, sulking at being left out and trying to come up with a reasonable excuse as to how to split the other two apart. Not smirking like the fucking cat who had just eaten the cannery and drunk a whole bowl of cream on top of it. It was suspicious as hell and Katsuki wanted to know what was going on.
The other teen hid his smirk behind the rim of the cup, his mismatched eyes almost seeming to glow with amusement and Katsuki barely had time to wonder what his problem was before he found out. “AHHH FUCK!” he yelled loudly, his back arching as he tried to get away from the ice cold hands that had just been shoved up and under his many layers of clothes and were now pressing against his skin. “Get the fuck off me” Katsuki growled, shoving at Y/Ns shoulders as he tried to squirm his way out of her grasp. “But I’m cold Katsuki” she whined, her arms tightening as one hand pressed against the small of his back and the other made its way up between his shoulder blades. “Fuck” he gasped, his whole body shivering. It felt like her hands were covered in ice and considering who they had spent the majority of the day with he wouldn’t be surprised if it was true.
Giving up with shoving her shoulders Katsuki grabbed at her arms and tried to yank them out of his clothes but the girl was like a fucking leach, her icy fingers digging in like teeth and refusing to budge “And? You should have worn gloves like a normal person” Katsuki snarled. The shitty candy cane laughed at his distress and Katsuki snapped his head up to glare at him. Fucking asshole, it was probably his idea or he had at least encouraged Y/N to act on her chaotic impulses. “Shoto hasn’t got gloves on” Y/N mumbled as she pushed up onto her toes only to shove her equally cold nose under his scarf and against his neck. “I said normal!” Katsuki practically shrieked, smacking a palm on her forehead and shoving her head away from him.
Y/N was laughing, clearly enjoying Katsuki’s discomfort and if he wasn’t so fucking cold he would have set off an explosion or two to get her away from him. “I would say stop but clearly he’s enjoying it” Todoroki drawled sarcastically, turning his head away and sipping at his tea and looking every inch as disinterested as he possibly could. Katsuki growled out in annoyance, ready to tell the shitty bastard where he could shove it but before he could even open his mouth Y/N was speaking. “I suppose you’re right” she signed but Katsuki’s mind was elsewhere, her hands warming up as she smoothed them over his cold skin, her fingers massaging into his muscles.
Katsuki groaned unashamedly, eyes falling closed and head tipping back as his cold body filled with heat, her touch chasing away any last remaining chill. Too quickly it was gone though, her hands slipping out from under his clothes as she stepped out of his hold. “Come on blondie, before I decide not to let either of you go”. Katsuki huffed at her words, cracking his eyes open so he could watch her as she turned to the candy cane and took her offered cup of tea off of him. Katsuki was tempted to say fuck it, storm back inside the door and strip off his coat and boots and sprawl across the sofa, refusing to leave but he had to. If he stayed the night the old hags teasing would be relentless and even if he told her Todoroki had been there as well, because if Katsuki stayed than so would he, she still wouldn’t let it go. It was going to be bad enough as it was and he could do without the added stress of her poking her nose where it wasn’t wanted.
Resigned to his fate Katsuki fixed his scarf before starting on his clothes, tugging his many layers down and into place before doing his coat back up in an attempt to keep as much heat in as possible. “Thanks” he growled when the shitty candy cane offered him the thermos of tea, the heat of it seeping through even the expensive leather of his gloves. His back was still tingling from where Y/Ns hands had been and he was sure he could feel them there still even though she was now leaning back against the railing next to the half ‘n’ half. It was like the heat had been branded into his skin and Katsuki knew he would still be feeling it later, much latter when he was in the safety of his own room and he could give the memory of her touch the proper attention it deserved.
Katsuki glanced down the steps and across the yard towards the path that disappeared between the trees. They really should leave before it got too late but he didn’t want to, didn’t want to leave Y/N here all alone again. “Thank you”. Katsuki turned back to look at Y/N when she spoke, finding her gazing up at Todoroki fondly, tea in one hand as the other brushed through his hair. That little pang of jealousy shot through Katsuki again but it didn’t seem as harsh as it had been before today and he found himself for the first time not having to stomp down the urge to snatch Y/N away from the other teen.
“Thank you, for the gift” the idiot deadpanned and Y/Ns smile got wider. “Did you like it?” Todoroki simply nodded at her question, the smallest of smiles just curling at his lips. Katsuki remembered Y/N handing the other boy a gift of similar size to his, wrapped in white and silver instead of the black and gold like his had been. Todoroki hadn’t made no mention of his gift and suddenly Katsuki was curious as to what Y/N had given him. He wondered if she had put the same effort and passion into his as she had done Katsuki’s. If she had spent just as long weaving her life around something the other teen loved. Had she reviled as much to him as she had to Katsuki or even different things than she had told the blonde? It had already been proven that they spoke about things without Katsuki there, the fact that the shitty candy cane new what green tea she preferred being proof of that so what if the other boy now knew things that he didn’t? Maybe it was the other way round though, Katsuki knowing things that Todoroki didn’t, things he could flaunt in the other boys face.
“Let me know when you get home?” Katsuki startled at the voice, closer now than it had been and he stared down dumbly at the hand that had been placed on his arm. Y/N was looking up at him with concern, his constant spacing out probably having her worried that something was wrong. He searched for the shitty candy cane, finding the other boy already stood at the bottom of the steps and looking back at him with a little frown. Shit. How had he been so lost in thought that he hadn’t even noticed him moving let alone the goodbye he and Y/N had probably shared?
“Yeah” he mumbled, frowning at nothing in particular. He really needed to get a grip or he was going to end up getting hurt if he spaced out at the wrong moment. “Thank you for today, I had fun” she said sincerely and Katsuki felt pride well up inside of him. He had made her happy and yeah fine, the candy cane had had some part to play in that happiness but he had still been partly responsible, if not more so considering coming here had been his idea. “Yeah me, erh, me to” he mumbled, that ridiculous feeling of embarrassment swelling up again. Y/N gave him one last once over, her smile slowly spreading into a smirk. She winked at him before stepping back out the way and gesturing towards the stairs.
Katsuki moved out of habit, clutching the cup in both hands and stomping down the steps. He stopped when he got to the bottom, turning back to find Y/N leaning against the post at the top of the stairs. She looked good, all casual and relaxed, clearly happy and cosy in his clothes. He wondered if she would wear something similar on New Year’s or if he would be able to cox her into a kimono. Katsuki was sure he would be able to get one at short notice, maybe he would be lucky enough to get one in his colours, just to drive home the point to the half ‘n’ half bastard that Katsuki had won. Maybe he should invite the idiot along as well, just so Katsuki could watch him sulk all night. The thought slammed into Katsuki and he mentally screamed at his own stupidity. How could he invite the bastard along to gloat when he hadn’t even asked Y/N to actually go out with him?
Mumbling under his breath about how much of a fucking idiot he was Katsuki stomped back up the steps, Y/N looking at him with what appeared to be a strange mix of concern, happiness and worry. He stopped on the step below her, the height difference making it so they could look the other in the eye without having to strain their necks. She pushed away from the post, standing up straight and falling into a stance that looked casual enough but Katsuki had spared with her enough to know that she was getting ready to run if she had to.
Shit. She knew, she had to and he was about to go and fuck up a perfectly good day by opening his stupid mouth and asking something she clearly didn’t want him to but he had to know. There was something there between them, he could feel it and sure, he could see it reflected back at him when she was around the half ‘n’ half bastard as well but he was the one stood before her about to take the next step. HA! Next step his ass. Felt more like he was about to jump off the edge of a cliff and plummet towards the dark depths below with the small hope that someone would catch him before he hit rock bottom.
It was a simple thing to ask and at least he would then know either way what she felt. So what if she picked the shitty candy cane over him? He would get over it. Sure it would hurt like a bitch to watch her fawn all over the other teen and he would have to keep the fuck away from both of them for some time but he would get over it, eventually. But if she said yes, if she chose him, than Katsuki didn’t think he would be able to wipe the stupid smile off his face even if he tried.
“So erm, New Year’s there’s this festival thing in town with fireworks and shit” he mumbled nervously, glancing down at Y/Ns boots and rubbing at the back of his neck. This shouldn’t be so fucking hard. He was fearless in the face of an enemy, ready to stand his ground and fucking fight till the death but when faced with asking a girl out he was acting like fucking Deku, blushing and stumbling over his own words. It was pathetic and he was better than this.
Squaring his shoulder Katsuki looked up, determined to ask. “Go with me” he growled out, the words sounding almost angry as he forced them out between clenched teeth. That had not been a question that had been a god damned demand. Mother fucker. What the hell was wrong with him? He was supposed to ask like a normal human being not fucking growl at her like some cave man and demand that she go with him like she didn’t have a choice. Shit, he was screwing this up so badly.
Katsuki watched as Y/Ns face fell and he knew straight away what her answer was going to be. “I can’t”. She sounded so desperate, like she was pleading with him to understand as she fiddled with her bracelets but Katsuki couldn’t. It fucking hurt, the stab of rejection twisting in his heart. Fuck he had been so stupid. Of course she wouldn’t want to go out with him. He had anger issues and a shit personality. He couldn’t even make it through a conversation without swearing and he was just dam right rude to everyone, including his friends. Of course she wouldn’t want him. It was probably for the best. He wouldn’t have time to be the kind of boyfriend she deserved, not if he wanted to make it into the top ten before he hit twenty five. He had his career to think about and if he wanted to be the number one hero than it would mean long hours and a level of dedication that wouldn’t leave enough time for a social life. No this was for the best. At least he would have some time to get over his broken heart before he had to see her again.
“I, I would if I could but I erm, I already have plans. My umm, my dad is coming over and we’re going to spend a couple of day together, you know some father daughter time” Y/Ns words rushed out of her mouth in a desperate plea, her desperate and panicked eyes searching his face and he had to wonder if she had been able to see the heartache and rejection he had felt at her words. But it hadn’t been a rejection, had it? She had said she couldn’t, not that she didn’t want to. She would if she could but she already had plans, so that was a yes, right? Y/N would have said yes if her asshole dad wasn’t going to be here. She wanted to go out with him.
Katsuki felt his face split in half as he smiled. She would have said yes. Relief flashed across Y/Ns face and she let out a loud sigh, her tense body visibly relaxing. “I’ll call you though. We can video chat and you can show me the fireworks”. Katsuki was fucking beaming. Sure it wasn’t a date but at least he would still get to spend time some time with her, even if it did mean he had to go to the festival by himself like some kind of loser just so he could show her the shitty fireworks. Would be fucking worth it though if it got her to smile.
“Yeah” he mumbled, sounding dopy even to his own ears. Coughing Katsuki quickly schooled his features, his normal scowl back in place. “I’ll find the best dam spot there” he growled out, sounding more like himself and less like an idiot in love, not that he was in love or anything. Y/N was smiling again but it didn’t quite reach her eyes, a sadness lurking there that Katsuki chalked up to the fact she wouldn’t be able to see them herself. “I’m sure you will” she laughed and Katsuki grunted, jerking his head once in a sharp nod. He would find the best spot, make sure she had a fucking perfect view and didn’t miss a damned thing.
Satisfied that he had gotten what he had come for Katsuki practically bounced down the steps and back to Todoroki, smiling smugly the whole time. The bastard just gave him a flat look, the idiot probably not being able to understand that Katsuki had just gotten a sort of date with the girl they were both after. Fuck Denki and his shitty book, Katsuki was going to throw it at his head the next time he saw the idiot and tell him that he had wasted his money.
Katsuki didn’t wait for the other teen, just strolled confident past him and heading towards the school grounds entrance. He fell into step beside Katsuki quickly though, the two of them walking in silence as they trudged through the snow and sipping at their still warm drinks. Now that he wasn’t so distracted Katsuki could feel the cold once more, the stupidly frigid air somehow able to make it through his many layers and make his skin prickle. “I could come with you” Todoroki said flatly. Katsuki’s smile fell as he turned to look at the other boy next to him in confusion. “Huh?” The candy cane looked at him flatly, his face as blank as ever as he spoke slowly like Katsuki was stupid and couldn’t understand him. “The festival. I could come with you so you were not on your own”.
Katsuki stared at the other teen for a few long seconds, contemplating his words before letting out a huff and turning his attention back to the snow covered path before them. “Whatever, just don’t expect me to wait around for you” Katsuki grumbled, glancing quickly over to the other boy to see him nodding his head. Great, now he was going to have to deal with that asshole at least twice more in the next week. At least tomorrow they would be able to spar and he could beat the crap out of him.
Once at the top of the hill the two of them stopped and turned to look back at the dorms. Y/N was still stood on the decking, leaning against the railing and watching them go. As soon as she realised they were looking at her she started to wave, bracing herself on the railing with one arm and waving the other like a manic. Grunting Katsuki returned the gesture, Todoroki doing the same next to him. He was still tempted to say fuck it and head back down there but if he did he probably wouldn’t leave and end up staying for the rest of the break and if he did that the shitty candy cane would undoubtedly end up doing the same.
Sighing Katsuki let his arm drop and started on his way again, shoving his hands into his coats pockets in an attempt to keep them warm. The candy cane kept pace next to him and the two of them fell into their usual bickering as they argued about the workout that Katsuki had planned for the next morning that the lazy idiot was trying to get Katsuki to push back so he could sleep longer.
It had been a long and strange day but Katsuki had enjoyed it, hadn’t even minded having the half ‘n’ half bastard around either. He hadn’t exactly gotten the answers he had wanted, nor had he gotten the chance to talk to Y/N about her gift to him but he still felt he had made some kind of progress. At least now he knew that there were some kind of feelings there other than friendship, even if she did have similar feelings for the candy cane. All he had to do now was get her on an actual date. That shouldn’t be too hard.
