WARNINGS. dilf jin, mentions of divorce (it’s literally the plot), marriage problems, jin is kind of an asshole (who redeems himself!!!-ish), slight jealousy, soft sex, crying during sex, oral (f receiving), bigdick!jin, oc is a crybaby who tries not to cry 99.9% of this fic
WORDS.22.1k
NOTE.it’s here!!!!! I’ve been working on this fic for a while and im somewhat pleased with how it turned out!!!! i apologise for any errors/edit mistakes bc I run through it on my own so I may overlook some grammar issues etc …
anywho, I hope you enjoy this fic!!!! as always - my asks are open to let me know how you felt about this fic <3
Warnings: oc breaks glass, some kissing, otherwise super cute fluff
Ratings: G
Summary: Tiktok made you do it… again. Luckily Jin is there to help you have some fun in the kitchen.
A/N: It’s basically December, so I can post this… right? I had this cute idea for husband Jin lovingly helping his YouTuber spouse with their cooking channel, and it was so cute I think I nearly died writing it. This is based on my favorite Youtube channel, Rachhloveslife, who does tons of vids testing out hacks with her absolutely adorable husband! Srsly, they’re goals and you all should watch them for a smile. Thank you to the wonderful Moon (@lavienjin) for looking this over for me <3 I hope you enjoy! Lots of love, Isi Banner made by me.
“Helloooo my lovely people, it’s December and you all know what that means! It’s basically the most wonderful time of the year!” you accentuate your intro with jazz hands as you slide on the red Santa hat you’d dug out of the basement especially for this video.
“And everyone, look-, look, I decorated!! Just to get in the holiday spirit!” you excitedly gesture to the string lights and tinsel you’d hung up for the video, paling when you realize half your string had gone out and was now dangling limply from the cabinets.
“Or, at least I tried. You know, because holiday cheer is all about spirit anyway! A for effort.”
Nice save.
“Now, today, I’m very excited because we’re going to be diving into the vast world that is holiday Tik Tok. A world that, until recently, I didn’t know existed, until my husband showed me all these cute little DIYs and recipes and decorating hacks. You guys, I AM OBSESSED. So I thought it’d be fun to try out a bunch of different recipes for you guys, and of course, we’ll have Jin come in and try them too!”
⟶ :〝 on the night of his two-hundred-and-seventieth birthday, your demon knight in a shining black suit shows you just how devoted he is to you, his future empress 〞dark fantasy au. demon au. royalty au. soulmate au. established relationship au. porn with plot.
❥ : demon!namjoon x demon!reader
❥ : fluff ∝ smut
❥ : 18k haha
⟶ : mentions of war, age gap (they’re both demons in their 200s but there’s a 40 year age gap), classism/class system because again. royalty, mentions of death and murder, mentions of violence, both oc and namjoon are… a little unhinged and also sadistic because u know,,, demons, mentions of blood, mentions of drinking blood, hard dom!namjoon, big cock!namjoon, possessive!namjoon, bratty sub!reader, jealous!namjoon, biting, heavy petting, degradation, teasing, public sex, dirty talk, fingering, exhibitionism, slight corruption kink, rough kissing, handjob, cum licking, finger sucking, size kink, rough blowjob, slight cock worship, hair pulling, cock swallowing, deepthroat, face fucking, throat fucking, choking on cock, gagging on cock, lots of spit, crying, pinning, bondage - using hands i.e. he restrains her wrists using his hands, jealous sex, possessive sex, praise, marking, clit pinching, pussy eating, tongue fucking, face riding, orgasm control, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, slight brat taming, crying, begging, unprotected sex, balcony sex, pussy slapping (with a cock), grinding, wet and messy sex, forced orgasm, slight masochism, namjoon cawk huge, rough sex, deep dicking ♡, scratching, choking (with a hand), multiple orgasms, creampie, cumplay
➵ /: this was NOT supposed to be as plot based or as long as it is but YOLO. also i was supposed to get this up for namjoon’s birthday but i’m a mess so have it for spooky month and kinktober instead ♡
❂ Writing Game Fall for Romance ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Dia through @bangtansorciere
⤐ AU Type: soulmate au ⤐ Themes: royalty, age gap ⤐ Kinks: hair pulling, choking, fingering, throat fucking, public sex, orgasm denial/control, cum play, multiple orgasm, size kink
It wasn’t often that you attended events thrown by the various noble families of the Bael Empire. After all, as the Crown Princess, and heir to the greatest sovereign power in the Demon Realm, your appearance to any such affair—whether it be tea parties, balls and masquerades, or ceremonial feasts—was always one rooted in politics, rather than simple interest; even if the latter was your reason for attendance. Mainly because, as the scion of the illustrious House Bael, your presence was a sign that your family, and the realm itself, supported whichever aristocrat was hosting the event. A powerful endorsement that most—if not all—houses vied for.
As such, you rarely frequented social gatherings.
Though, if you were completely honest, you preferred it that way.
summary: Jeon Jungkook is a successful realtor with a big house, nice car, colorful dating life, and a spunky 7-year-old daughter to boot…he’s also your best friend who you used to be in love with. Of course, he was never made aware because you swear it’s all in the past…until it isn’t. But going on a cruise with Jungkook and his daughter whom you adore should be harmless. Absolutely nothing can go wrong…Right?
pairing:jeon jungkook x reader genre:fluff, angst, crack, idiots [i say that with luv for my characters] word count: 16.2k rating:pg-13 tags/warnings: singledad!Jungkook, bestfriend!Reader, a child [Mai] is present throughout the entire story, implication of absent birth mother, serial dater JK, so much pining, pg cussing like three times, conversation about sleeping around/risking pregnancy, legal-aged drinking and getting drunk, hurtful words, heated argument, isolation, blurb about reader struggling to eat, Mai experiences anxiety [I promise she is okay]..kind of a tongue kiss, lots of cheesey…much fluff and angst all because muster JK wrecked me
credits: the picture of JK is from tearleaves blog [literally love their blog sm] I made the banner [I am not a graphics profesh smh]
Thank you to the realest one, @hyungieyoongi, for not only wanting to beta-read this insanity for me when I enlisted her for help but for hyping me up while doing it. Her editing gave this story clarity ;; I will only allow myself to be bias-wrecked by Yoongi if it’s coming from you :p
a/n:I have to make this disclaimer just due to the warnings above; the portrayal of Jungkook in this story is purely fictional and does not reflect who he is in real life nor do I claim to believe it does. Also, this story is not apart of my dad!bts series, it actually follows his summer scenario. GUYS. I wish I was kidding when I say that this story was simply created because I was under the influence of sowoozoo/muster JK. I am so beyond excited to share this cracked out fic with you, I truly hope you all enjoy it and just have fun reading it. Please drop a line to let me know what you think! It would mean the world honestly. ok les get it~
“You’re doing a great job, Jungkook,” you pat his tattooed arm.
Jungkook looks back at the drawing, giggling to himself. Caught in his stupor and the innocence of his daughter, he comes to, looking at you; “these last seven years would have gone a lot differently if we didn’t have you though.”
synopsis: › it’s no secret to the whole nation how powerful the jeon family was. the efforts of the highly respected don jungsoo was the reason why the name of their clan continues to be a name that people thought greatly of and sometimes even feared. despite your father working alongside with the don, you never truly understood what the family possessed to earn them such acclaim; that is until you got closer to one of his grandsons, jeon jeongguk, that you caught a glimpse of how much power they truly seized as you see it first hand and become a part of it yourself.
pairing: jeongguk x reader
word count: 33.3k (; use the browser when reading to avoid the app from crashing !)
rating: 18+
content: fluff | smut | angst | mafia au | established relationship au | inspired by ‘the godfather’ (so a lot of scenes may have similarities from the novel / movie) + ‘vincenzo’ | ft. lawyer!reader, soon-to-be mafia boss!jeongguk (kinda a spoiler, but kinda not) | this fic is prose heavy !!
warning/s: swearing | mature themes | mentions of smoking, drugs, prostitution, violence, crimes, and murder | explicit sexual content | dirty talk | nipple sucking | creampie | fingering | multiple orgasms | oral (f. + m. receiving) | one mention of breeding kinklmao | praising | begging | choking | riding | cum eating | taking it from behind (lmao idk what it’s called) | overstimulation | unprotected sex (this is fiction okay - be safe irl !)
Summary:Eight photographs over the years of Katsuki and Izuku, and Katsuki’s reactions to them, showing the evolution of their friendship: The first four he destroys. The fifth triggers a revelation. The sixth marks a change. The seventh forces him to reveal the truth. The eighth is something special.
Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/Izuku Midoriya Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, some Eijirou Kirishima, a little Mitsuki Bakugo Word Count: 3,900 Rating:T AO3:Link
Other tags: BNHA #306-322 spoilers, pining bakugo, happy ending
Excerpt:
“It’s us,” Izuku said, looking at the framed photo on Katsuki’s nightstand.
“Obviously, dumbass.”
“Why?”
“‘Why’?” Katsuki huffed out a laugh and met Izuku’s eyes. No point in being anything but honest. “Because I like looking at you.”
Izuku hesitated, and then asked again, “Why?”
“Because you’re fucking cute, okay?”
“I’m… what? Why?”
“You really haven’t figured it out yet?”
“Are you making fun of me?” Izuku said, narrowing his eyes.
Katsuki wished that’s all it was. He took a deep breath and admitted what he’d been holding in for years. “Jesus. I’m in love with you, asshole.”
Fic:
“Smile!” Izuku’s mom said, snapping a picture of Katsuki and Izuku where they were all at the park.
Izuku had a huge grin and was holding up a peace sign with his fingers. Katsuki had his arms crossed and was scowling. Why he had to pose for this stupid picture was beyond him, but his mom had insisted he behave, so he would try to hold still for five seconds so Izuku’s mom could get her dumb photo.
Once the Polaroid had printed and dried, Izuku’s mom gave it to Katsuki’s mom to keep.
“This is cute,” Katsuki’s mom said, holding the picture in one hand and ruffling Katsuki’s hair with the other. He let out an audible growl. The disrespect of this woman. “I hope they stay friends forever. Maybe this little gremlin could learn some manners from your kid.”
“Let’s go,” Katsuki said, turning and storming off. Without even looking, his mom grabbed him by the ear. “Hey! Let go!”
“It was nice seeing you again, Inko,” Katsuki’s mom said, ignoring Katsuki struggling to get away from her grasp.
“You as well! Come by some time, all right?”
When they got home, Katsuki’s mom pinned up the photo high on the fridge, out of Katsuki’s reach.
“Take it down,” Katsuki said, arms crossed.The careless grin on Deku’s face, like he was somehow better than everyone else… Katsuki couldn’t stand the thought of seeing it every day.
“No, I like it.”
“It’s cute,” Katsuki’s dad chipped in.
Katsuki jumped to take down the picture but still couldn’t reach it.
“Come on, kid, we have so few pictures of you with your friends. Let us keep this one.”
“Hmph,” Katsuki grunted before storming off.
It took him three days of various techniques of jumping, climbing, throwing things, and moving furniture to take down the picture. He ripped it up over the trash. Good. Thank god it was gone.
Primary School
One of the stupid teachers in their primary school had been taking pictures of the class all year and handed some out to the students at the end of the year.
“This is you showing off your quirk to your friends!” His teacher said, passing him the photograph. In it, Katsuki was setting off small explosions in his hand as his small group of friends crowded around him. Deku included, standing at the edge with a look of awe on his stupid face.
Katsuki looked up at Deku, who was receiving his photograph from the teacher. Just him, working on a piece of art, alone like the pathetic loser he was. Katsuki thought the photo really did nothing but emphasize his lack of popularity. But Deku still accepted it enthusiastically from their teacher with repeated thanks.
Katsuki crumpled his picture in his hand and set of an explosion within his fist. As every person in the room turned to look at the source of the noise, he let the charred ashes of the photograph fall to the ground. He wasn’t much for sentimentality. They should’ve all known that by now.
Middle School
An end-of-school class picture from junior high: all the students lined up in rows in their crisp black uniforms, looking ahead at the camera.
Katsuki received one just like everyone else. It hadn’t been a terrible year, no classmates that were too bad. A lot of morons and extras but nobody who’d really made a point to stand up to him or bother him, except…
Deku. Standing at the edge of the class, with that dumb, wavering smile on his face and his eyes wide. Like he was afraid of even having his picture taken. If he was so scared all the time, then why had he thrown himself at the sludge monster just a couple of months before to save Katsuki? What did he know that nobody else did?
Katsuki’s mom was expecting him to hand over the photograph, but he scribbled over Midoriya’s face in black pen very thoroughly before handing it over.
She raised her eyebrows at his addition. “Seriously, Katsuki, what did he do to you?”
“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbled, storming out of the room before she could ask any more irritating questions.
UA Festival
“Come on, we have to try it!” Kirishima said before pulling Bakugo into the photo booth set up at their first UA festival. First flash. Katsuki scowled as Kirishima switched to a different silly pose. Second flash. Deku poked his head in. “Hey, Kirishima, are you…?” Third flash. With a playful laugh, Kirishima grabbed Deku and pulled him in, crashing him into Katsuki. Fourth flash.
And then some explosions.
Katsuki didn’t want to look at the print, but Kirishima made sure he saw it anyway. “I can’t believe how you kept the same face the entire time!” Kirishima said, his eyes scanning over the four photographs where Katsuki did indeed have an identical scowl and glare in all four pictures. “And look how red Midoriya’s cheeks are in the last one!” He said, pointing at the fourth photograph, where Deku was blushing furiously.
Freak. He couldn’t even take a picture normally.
Katsuki had refused to keep the print, but he still found the picture inside his notebook the next day during class. Kirishima, that sneaky bastard, must’ve put it there when he wasn’t looking, because Katsuki sure hadn’t left it there.
The corner of Katsuki’s mouth turned up in a smile as he looked at the others in the photos - Kirishima making weird faces, and Deku turning red. Okay, even though Deku had been there, it had been kind of fun. Maybe just a little bit. He wasn’t going to hang this picture up or anything, but it might be worth holding on to.
When he stood up after class, the photo slipped out of the notebook and fluttered down to the floor.
Someone stooped down to pick it up.
Shit. Deku.
“Oh, these are those pictures from yesterday!” He said, his face lighting up as he scanned over the photos.
“Yeah, too bad you’re in them,” Katsuki said, snatching back the strip of photos before catching it on fire with an explosion and letting it burn in his hand.
Deku watched it burn, his expression a mix of forlorn and resigned. When there was nothing left but some blackened scraps of paper, Deku looked back up at Katsuki. “It’s okay, we can always take some more next time.”
“Fuck off,” Katsuki mumbled, before grabbing his stuff and storming off, leaving Deku staring after him.
Deku Disappears
“I found these when we were evacuating,” Katsuki’s mom said, passing him an envelope.
Katsuki opened the envelope to glance at the contents. Photographs. He knew what they were from - a couple of the girls of Class A had taken a bunch of pictures at class parties and celebrations that they printed out and distributed to the other students for Christmas. He hadn’t wanted to keep them at school, but something stopped him from throwing them out, so he dropped them off at home on one of his visits back there.
“Okay.” He scowled and looked down. “Hey. I’m glad you’re safe.”
His mom pulled him into a hug, and Katsuki tolerated it. “I’m glad you’re safe too. Stay that way, okay?”
When Katsuki was back in his dorm room, he opened the envelope and flipped through the pictures. There were some of everyone, but a couple of the more central students of Class A showed up again and again. He saw one person stand out in particular. Izuku. Izuku. Izuku.
His eyes caught on a specific photo and he stopped flipping. It was in the dorm common room, during a group dinner. Izuku was smiling, huge and sincere like he always did, looking at his classmates fondly.
Katsuki was next to him in the picture, and the expression on his face as he looked at Izuku was… soft. Relaxed and affectionate. He felt his cheeks burn at the thought that not only had someone seen him looking happy like that, but they had caught it on camera too.
Still, he remembered that night. Thinking about how glad he was that their relationship had changed to something almost like friends, that he was so lucky to have someone like Izuku never had given up on Katsuki. Thinking that Izuku was actually amazing, and that Katsuki couldn’t believe he’d never seen it before.
Katsuki dropped the photos on his desk, tears pricking at his eyes. They’d come so far, and then Deku had just left him behind, just run off to go try to save the world on his own. Katsuki still had so much to tell him, so much to apologize for, and… He missed him. He wanted to talk to him again, he wanted to be near him, to touch him…
Katsuki froze. Touch him? Where had that thought come from? Why would he want…?
It hit Katsuki like a punch.
What they’d had - a rivalry, a tentative friendship - wasn’t enough.
Katsuki wanted more.
He wanted to hold Izuku’s face in his hands, and he wanted to run his thumbs over the light freckles on his cheeks. He wanted to meet those big green eyes and tell Izuku that Katsuki had been such a moron for not seeing what had been in front of him his entire life. He wanted Izuku to smile, for Katsuki and Katsuki alone, and then he wanted to kiss that smile right off his face.
He brought up a hand to cover his mouth, shocked. He couldn’t believe he’d never seen it before. With the amount of time he spent looking at Izuku, thinking about Izuku, why had he never realized his feelings were something more?
He clenched his jaw. No matter how much Katsuki’s feelings towards Izuku had changed, their history never could.
Even if Izuku felt similarly, it would never work out with them, and never should.
Katsuki put the picture back in the envelope and shoved it into a drawer so he wouldn’t have to look at it any longer.
His heart ached as he thought about what was going to happen if - when - they got Deku back. Katsuki would have to deal with this revelation again, with Deku right in front of him but just out of reach.
Deku Returns
They got Izuku back, and now the idiot was sleeping off his month of nonstop work. Katsuki had said what he should’ve said a long time ago, and even if it didn’t change anything between them, he was glad he had.
He took out the envelope of pictures his mom had given him and flipped to one in particular. He’d looked at them a lot while Izuku was gone and he knew exactly which one he was looking for.
There. Izuku with a huge grin and his fingers up in a peace sign. Katsuki scowling with his arms crossed. Almost identical to that picture from when they were kids, the one that he’d torn to pieces but for some reason Katsuki hadn’t been able to forget.
He pinned the photo onto his bulletin board, next to all the blueprints for his gauntlets and notes on fighting tactics. He’d never put up a picture like this before, but the butterflies he got looking at it made him feel nice, even though he would never put that emotion into words, for himself or for anyone else.
Then he frowned. The picture stood out, a strike of color among all the plain notes, so anyone in his room would be able to tell he’d put it there intentionally.
He tacked up a couple more photos to hide its conspicuousness. A picture of all Class A shortly after moving into the dorms; Kaminari and Kirishima arguing in front of Katsuki; Katsuki and Shoto sparring.
There. He could still see Izuku, but now it wouldn’t be quite so conspicuous.
“Aw, Bakubro,” Kirishima when he stopped by Katsuki’s room later. “You finally put up some pictures. Look, that’s me. I made it onto your board.” He mimed wiping away a tear.
Katsuki glared at the board, ready to tear it all down, but he swallowed the anxiety at showing his vulnerability and looked back at Kirishima. “Another word and I’ll blow you into so many pieces that even Recovery Girl won’t be able to put you back together.”
“All right, all right,” Kirishima said, holding up his hands in defense. But his smile towards Katsuki as he left was a gentle one.
Pro Heroes
Katsuki was a pro hero now, number 2 on the charts less than a year after his debut despite his abrasive personality. He was only behind Deku. Katsuki still planned to surpass Deku one day, but despite his continued expression of aggressive rivalry, they were close now after having been through so much together.
Katsuki had finally gotten his own apartment, and it was missing any personalized touches, which he didn’t mind, except… He missed some of the photographs he’d had pinned up when he was at UA.
This is pathetic, he thought as he picked out a photo on his phone. This is humiliating, he thought as he got it printed. I can’t believe I’m such a loser, he thought as he put it in a frame and set it on his nightstand.
It was a photo of Deku and Dynamight talking to the press after their first official debut as pro-heroes a couple of years ago. They’d taken that villain down together, like they had almost every one since. Katsuki was scowling and quiet, but Deku had his hand resting lightly on Dynamight’s arm and a big smile on his face as he explained to the press what had happened. Deku looked adorable in the photo, with the scratches and the messy hair and the optimistic expression and the easy way he spoke to the press.
The photo evoked an embarrassing feeling of warmth and happiness in Katsuki’s chest, and he’d gone back to it again and again on his phone whenever he couldn’t get Izuku off his mind. Now, he thought it was a good addition to his own private space.
That was, until Izuku visited for the first time, a month after Katsuki had moved in.
“Wow, Kacchan, I can’t believe how nice this place is,” Izuku said, running his hand along the marble counters. The place was simple and sparsely furnished, but it had a nice kitchen and a gym. Katsuki didn’t really think much of showing it off. He knew it wasn’t his belongings but rather his abilities that made him exceptional.
Izuku wandered into the bedroom, which was empty except for a bed and a nightstand. The picture frame on the nightstand caught his attention and he wandered over to look at it.
Katsuki froze. It was just a fixture of the room at this point, so he had completely forgotten it was there when he’d invited Izuku over. He cursed himself for leaving it out.
Over the years, he hadn’t felt a strong need to keep his feelings completely secret; nothing would really change if anyone found out. But still, he’d never actually said anything to Izuku, and never had planned to. There wasn’t a point. It could never work out. But hiding the picture would have avoided that unnecessary and undoubtedly uncomfortable conversation, at least for now.
“Kacchan?” Izuku asked, turning to Katsuki, who was leaning on the door frame.
Katsuki kept his expression carefully blank, watching Izuku’s reaction closely. He felt his cheeks heating up and hoped Izuku couldn’t see the color from where he stood across the room. Okay, so maybe Izuku thought it was pretty weird that Katsuki kept pictures of his friend next to where he slept, but he wasn’t about to apologize for it.
“It’s us,” Izuku said.
“Obviously, dumbass.”
“Why?”
“‘Why’?” Katsuki huffed out a laugh and met Izuku’s eyes. No point in being anything but honest. “Because I like looking at you.”
Izuku hesitated, and then asked again, “Why?”
“Because you’re fucking cute, okay?”
“I’m… what? Why?”
“You really haven’t figured it out yet?”
“Are you making fun of me?” Izuku said, narrowing his eyes.
Katsuki wished that’s all it was. He took a deep breath and admitted what he’d been holding in for years. “Jesus. I’m in love with you, asshole.”
“Oh,” Izuku said blankly. And then a moment later, “Oh.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Katsuki said, stepping past Izuku and setting the frame face-down on the nightstand. It was almost a relief to finally have his feelings out in the open after years of not saying anything. Still, Izuku knew now, but so what? Everything would go back to normal soon enough. “My hero work is the only thing that’s important.”
“You’re in love with me?” Izuku said, like his brain was experiencing a serious lag.
“You need to get your ears checked?”
Katsuki turned to go back to the main room but Izuku spoke again.
“How long?”
Katsuki was quiet for a moment. “Since you went off on your own after Shigaraki. I don’t know, something changed when we were working on One For All together. When you left… It made me realize how I felt.” He shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Tears welled up in Izuku’s eyes. “Years?”
Katsuki didn’t reply, didn’t even meet Izuku’s eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Doesn’t matter.” He started to walk away again but Izuku grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around and meet his eyes.
“Kacchan.” He licked his lips, which was so distracting that Katsuki almost didn’t hear what came next. “I really like you too. So, so much.”
Katsuki hadn’t been expecting that. He knew Izuku cared about him, like he cared about so many people, but Katsuki never would’ve thought Izuku cared about him like that, not after everything Katsuki had put him through.
“What?”
Izuku sounded more unsure when he repeated, “I’m in love with you too.”
Katsuki felt like he should’ve seen it coming, the way Izuku had followed him around their entire lives. But whatever complicated motivations he’d ascribed to Izuku’s behavior before, he never would’ve expected it to be this.
“What the hell.”
Izuku gave him a wavering smile. “Sorry.”
“Asshole. Don’t apologize.”
“Sorr—”
“Deku.”
Izuku held back another apology and then asked, “How come you never told me?”
“I couldn’t change anything I’d done.”
“Oh.”
“There’s some things that can’t be forgiven. We get along fine now, but I made your life hell for the longest time.”
“But I’m okay. We’re okay.”
“That’s not the point,” Katsuki said, not even trying to hide his exasperation.
“I don’t get it.”
“Listen, Izuku,” Katsuki said. “Sometimes you’re too nice for your own good. You never take yourself into account. You deserve someone who doesn’t have that complicated history with you. Literally anyone else. I accepted that a long time ago, and—”
Izuku furrowed his brow and scowled, a familiar look of determination coming over his face. “You’ve told me what I couldn’t do my whole life, Kacchan. That I couldn’t be a hero. That I couldn’t go to UA. That I couldn’t keep up with Class A.”
“Exactly, which is why—”
“Shut up, I’m not done,” Izuku said, and Katsuki was shocked into silence at his blunt words. “Now you’re telling me I can’t feel the way I feel about you. Screw that, Katsuki. I know what I want. You can’t tell me what I can’t do anymore.”
“Izuku…” Katsuki’s throat was thick with tears.
It meant something that Izuku was telling him off. It gave him hope, even though he knew it shouldn’t. Maybe Izuku was right. Maybe they could move on from the past. Maybe they had to.
Katsuki cleared his throat to hide his emotion, and asked, his voice very quiet, “So what do you want?”
Doubt clouded Izuku’s features again. “I want… Kacchan, I want you, I mean, if that’s okay…”
Izuku’s soft, sincere voice broke down the last of Katsuki’s reluctance. The firm belief that he couldn’t be with Izuku, that he shouldn’t, cracked and fell apart.
“Fucking idiot,” Katsuki said with a laugh. At the response, Izuku’s eyes went huge and unsure, but Katsuki still took his time to add, “Of course that’s okay, moron.”
“Oh…”
Katsuki wasn’t sure if Izuku kissed him first, or if he kissed Izuku first. But finally,finally, his lips were on Izuku’s, the lips he’d watched and dreamt about for years. The lips whose image had kept him up late at night, wondering how he could turn off the feelings he had for someone he didn’t deserve.
Izuku kissed him back, his hands greedily grasping Katsuki’s shirt. Izuku’s kiss was clumsy and uncertain, but Katsuki didn’t mind. He’d thought about this first kiss so many times, and it was exactly what he expected, exactly what he wanted.
Izuku pulled back, eyes closed, and even this close Katsuki could see he was an endearing shade of red. “Kacchan…” he muttered, burying his face in Katsuki’s shoulder and trying to catch his breath. “Ah… Sorry… I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I just never expected it to be you, and I really like you, I really, really like you, and…”
Katsuki smiled into Izuku’s shoulder. “Idiot,” he muttered. “Stop talking.”
“Okay.”
They held each other close, the last wall between them finally torn down after all these years. Their relationship had shifted a lot since they were kids, and Katsuki was stunned it had turned itself into this. Stunned, but so happy.
“Kacchan.”
“Hm.”
“I want to be with you.”
“You are with me, idiot. You’re in my arms right now.”
“No, I mean… With you. Like… Your boyfriend.”
Katsuki took a step back to look at Izuku. His eyes were pleading and vulnerable. Katsuki thought about it. One, he’d been determined to avoid any type of romantic relationship so he could focus on hero work, though that reason didn’t seem so compelling right now. Two, boyfriend seemed like an inappropriate word for them, not even close to enough to describe their relationship.
Still, it didn’t take long for him to make up his mind.
“Yeah, sure,” he finally said. “You can be my boyfriend.”
Izuku kissed him again, and Katsuki could feel Izuku’s smile against his lips.
Epilogue
Katsuki stood in front of the newly-printed picture Izuku had hung up earlier that day on the wall of their shared apartment. It was the two of them, exchanging vows in front of an altar, both dressed in tuxedos. Katsuki smiled gently at the picture, even though he had thought marriage was a dumb idea, unnecessary and a waste of time and money. But Izuku had really wanted it, so Katsuki said yes.
Katsuki felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a head rest on his shoulder.
“Admit it, you’re glad we got married,” Izuku murmured.
Summary:After Izuku comes home, Katsuki realizes he’s fallen in love. But no apology is enough to fix the past, and he knows it.
Fandom: My Hero Academia Characters: Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Class 1A Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo/Izuku Midoriya Word Count: 3,000 Rating:T AO3:Link
Other tags: BNHA #322-327 spoilers, first kiss, love confessions
Notes: Takes place during events of #322–327 and a couple of days after. Starts with canon events including a couple of direct quotes but diverges from there.
Fic:
Katsuki started to realize a few things about himself after Izuku left UA.
First, he was worried about the nerd.
Second, he was furious at the nerd for making him worry. Izuku putting Katsuki in a situation where he thought about Izuku all the time, where he lost sleep over him, absolutely qualified as a dick move.
Third, he was furious at himself. He knew now that Izuku was better than him. He always had been, but Katsuki had been too caught up in his own greatness to notice.
Katsuki had watched Izuku risk his life over and over to protect others, and now was watching him work himself to death to keep everyone safe. He knew first-hand that Izuku had always been like that, even before his quirk. He’d always been determined and selfless and willing to sacrifice himself if others needed it.
When Izuku had held his hand out to Katsuki when they were kids, it wasn’t because he was looking down on Katsuki. It was because he was kind. It was because he cared. It was because he knew that even if someone was strong, they still deserved help and support - something that Izuku himself seemed to have forgotten right now.
When they found Izuku, exhausted and giving up under the press of dozens of civilians controlled by a villain, he was relieved but angry. This fucking dumbass. Katsuki knew it. He knew Izuku would push himself too far like this, and then would push his friends away in an effort to protect them, even when they didn’t need protecting.
The fury subsided when he faced Izuku directly. Izuku, barely staying on his feet, eyes foggy and barely able to focus on Katsuki through his exhaustion. Katsuki felt the eyes of the rest of Class 1-A on him as he told Izuku what he needed to tell him. That Katsuki had always known Izuku was strong, even when Katsuki had tried to believe differently. That Katsuki was sorry for everything he’d done to Izuku. That no matter how strong he was, Izuku needed to accept their help now.
Izuku took a long time to absorb the words, and he finally spoke with a wavering voice, clearly a huge effort through his exhaustion. “I said you all couldn’t keep up with me. I’m sorry I said something so awful.”
With the words out of his mouth, he started to collapse. Katsuki rushed forward and let Izuku fall into his arms. “We get it,” he said, but he wasn’t even sure the nerd was even alert enough to have heard him.
Katsuki started to realize something else as he held Izuku in his arms, as he looked at Izuku, his face dirty and scratched but now so free from worry now that he was asleep.
Katsuki was in love.
He was still stunned by the realization as they got Izuku home.
He was too stunned to go into action against the crowd that was preventing Izuku from entering U.A., which was the only thing stopping him from blasting his way through the idiots in their way, get Izuku some place he could rest. Instead, he stood steady and reassuring by Izuku’s side and let Uraraka convince the crowd.
He started to come back to himself when the boys of 1-A took Izuku to the baths. “We’re still rivals, including you, Deku—Izuku,” Katsuki said, splashing Izuku with a wave of water.
Izuku smiled at Katsuki’s self-correction of his name. “Too challenging? ‘Deku’ is fine, Kacchan.”
Little shit. Katsuki splashed him again and made his disagreement loud and clear, but even as he yelled, he felt warm and happy. Izuku was safe.
Izuku had said he was too wired up to sleep, but it didn’t take long before he slumped against Katsuki where they sat together on the couch, fast asleep. Katsuki glanced down at Izuku, his head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder. Izuku normally wouldn’t have gotten away with it, but Katsuki wasn’t going to move the guy when he was so tired.
And… He was cute. When had he gotten so cute? Freckles and curly green hair and a round face that radiated kindness, even when he was asleep.
Katsuki couldn’t stop staring. He smiled and brushed a lock of unruly hair away from Izuku’s face.
He glanced up and met Icy-Hot’s eyes across the room, and immediately scowled, his cheeks starting to burn. There was no judgment in Shoto’s eyes, only the soft relief that all of them were feeling now that Izuku was back, but it was a moment Katsuki hadn’t meant anyone to see. He still was unsteady in his own feelings, he wasn’t ready for others to form their opinions as well.
One by one the others filtered out of the room to go to bed, everyone exhausted from the stress and exertion of their fight with Izuku earlier that day.
Shoto’s eyes lingered on them for a couple seconds too long.
“Good night,” he said. “Be nice.”
Mind your own business, you half-assed ice cube, Katsuki got ready to say, but he bit back the retort. He didn’t want to wake Izuku up, not now.
Instead he just nodded. Shoto left and they were alone.
Katsuki rested his head against Izuku’s. He took one of Izuku’s hands in his own and ran a thumb over one of the scars. There were a few of them, representing Izuku’s determination and sacrifice, and Katsuki thought they were beautiful.
Tiredness washed over him now that everything had calmed down, and he closed his eyes, not taking long to drift off to sleep.
He woke up to the sound of giggling. His eyes snapped open and he was met with the sight of Mina and Yaoyorozu snapping a picture of him and Izuku, leaning against each other with their hands intertwined, on one of their phones.
“Hey!” he shouted, startling Izuku awake. He jumped to his feet. “Give me that, now!”
Yaoyorozu laughed and dodged his sparking hands reaching for her phone. Mina blocked his way as Yaoyorozu tapped something on her phone. The phone made the whooshing sound of an email being sent. Small booms went off in Katsuki’s clenched fists.
“Who knew you were such a softy?” Mina said.
“Do I look like a softy to you?” Bakugo shouted, his fists now starting to smoke.
“What’s going on?” Izuku says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Kacchan?”
“He was holding your hand,” Mina said.
“Whatever,” Katsuki said, throwing up his hands in irritation and storming out.
“You’ve really made progress, huh?” Katsuki heard Yaoyorozu say to Izuku from behind him.
“Oh, yeah… I guess…”
Izuku wandered into the kitchen to find Katsuki a couple of minutes later, still looking exhausted and ragged. He had dark circles under his eyes and he’d clearly lost weight in the month he was gone. Stupid Deku.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that,” Izuku said, yawning, as he slid into a chair at a table nearby.
“Yeah, of course your sorry ass would be too lazy to actually get up and go to an actual bed,” Katsuki grumbled, chopping up vegetables for an omelet.
After a moment, Izuku added cautiously, “We were holding hands?”
Katsuki scoffed. “Don’t look too much into it, nerd. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going anywhere again.”
“Aw, Kacchan.” Izuku smiled. “You missed me.”
“Shut up.”
Izuku was quiet for a few minutes as Katsuki whipped up the omelet with the ingredients that he knew were Izuku’s favorites. When he looked over at Izuku again, he was slumped over the table with his head resting on his arms, asleep.
Katsuki slid the plate onto the table in front of Izuku and nudged him. “Hey. Shitty Deku. Wake up.”
“Mmf?” Izuku blinked tiredly and looked up at Katsuki.
“Food.”
“You made this for me?”
“Yes.”
“Kacchan…” Izuku’s eyes filled with tears.
“Shut the fuck up and eat.”
Izuku did.
“Will you train with me today?” Izuku asked as he ate.
“I’m not going to kick your ass while you’re only half alive. I have my pride.”
“I think you’re scared because you know I got better.”
“Wanna bet, shitty nerd? Even if you got better, you’re still leagues behind me.”
“Ah, there’s the Kacchan I know and love.”
Katsuki looked away, flustered at the choice of words. Love. And the way he’d said it, so naturally…
“I mean, you’ve been going kind of soft on me since I got back,” Izuku said.
“I’ll beat you into the ground at training and then we’ll see who’s going soft,” Katsuki growled.
“Good.”
It took a couple more naps and another healthy meal, forced upon him by the other classmates of 1-A, but finally Izuku was deemed fit for fighting.
Izukuhad gotten better. One month of nonstop work meant more mastery of his six quirks, and of using them simultaneously. But Katsuki had been training too, developing a couple of new moves, and within a few minutes he had Izuku pinned to the ground.
“I told you,” Katsuki said with a grin.
Izuku grinned back at him. “You did.”
God. This fucking asshole. He went through hell alone, he gave every part of himself to keep everyone else safe, and one day later he was already back to being his sunny, cheerful self. Now that he’d gotten some rest, the blank eyes he’d had yesterday were now filled with life and sparks of challenge.
“Izuku…” Katsuki groaned, and he quickly stood up and took a few steps away, running his hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
“What? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not okay,” Katsuki snapped.
“Did I do something wrong?”
Izuku looked like a fucking kicked puppy, big pleading eyes and small frown on his freckled face and Katsuki couldn’t stand it. He wanted to walk over there right then and kiss him. If Izuku were anybody else, he would have.
But it was Izuku, who he gave shit to relentlessly for years, and he had apologized - he’d had to, to get Izuku home, though he meant every word - but that didn’t change anything. That didn’t mean he had a shot in hell with this guy, or that he even deserved one.
“Kacchan?” Izuku said, tilting his head slightly. Katsuki realized he’d been staring at Izuku for a few too many seconds and turned away, face burning.
“Forget it, nerd,” he grumbled. “Come on, let’s get back. You need some more rest.”
“I’m fine, I can go again,” Izuku said.
“No,” Katsuki replied. He couldn’t handle being close to Izuku, touching him, when all that was going through his mind was how much he wanted to kiss him. “You’re still recovering, idiot. You need a break.”
Katsuki started to walk towards the exit of the training room, and Izuku caught up with him, their shoulders almost brushing together. Katsuki gritted his teeth.
“Hey, Kacchan,” Izuku said softly.
“What, asshole?”
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
“I’m not,” Katsuki scoffed, and he wished that were true so that people - Izuku - wouldn’t think he cared as much as he did.
“Kacchan…” Izuku had stopped walking, so Katsuki stopped to look back at him.
The idiot had tears welling up in his eyes. Fucking crybaby. Izuku sniffed. The tears started to spill over, and they wouldn’t stop.
“Everything you told me, I… I never thought we’d get there, you know? I thought…” He sniffed again and then Katsuki was in front of him, Izuku’s face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.
“Hey,” Katsuki said, his voice gentle. He cleared his throat and tried again, gruff. “Hey. Knock that shit off. The new symbol of peace can’t break down crying all the time.”
Izuku looked up at Katsuki with a wavering smile, his eyes still shining with tears. And then he threw his arms around Katsuki and pulled him close, burying his head in Katsuki’s shoulder, and all of Katsuki’s thoughts disappeared from his mind at the close contact.
“You’re amazing,” Izuku said. “I couldn’t have gotten here without you. You know that, right? You know that I think you’re amazing?”
Hesitantly, Katsuki brought his arms up to hold Izuku. “Yeah, I know. Everyone thinks I’m amazing.”
Izuku let out a little laugh-hiccup. “Thanks, Kacchan.”
Katsuki huffed. “Yeah. Don’t mention it. Pathetic crybaby. Come on, let’s go back.”
Katsuki couldn’t deal with his feelings, so he tried his best to avoid Izuku. Which was hard, because Izuku was everywhere, being fawned over by Class 1-A. And secondly, Katsuki was worried about him, felt anxious every time he was out of sight (what if he took off again?), so he moped around in the corner of the room, keeping an eye on Izuku.
They were all stressed and wired up, having to be on standby for defeating Tomura before the deadline, but they also had to do their best to remain rested enough that they would have the energy to fight when it came to it.
Katsuki had trouble falling asleep. He was sure they were all having that problem, with Japan on the brink like it was.
So the knock on his door was something of a relief. He slid out of bed and padded over to the door, opening it up.
“Izuku. You couldn’t sleep either?”
“I did, but the nightmares… With Tomura. So many people got hurt, because of me.”
“Why’d you come to me? Don’t you have Iida, or Todoroki or someone?”
“I can go if I’m bothering you,” Izuku said, starting to turn away, and Katsuki grabbed his arm.
He sighed. “You’re not. Come in.”
They sat on the floor in front of Katsuki’s bed, leaning back against it.
“It was my fault,” Izuku said, resting his head against Katsuki’s shoulder again. Katsuki went rigid for a moment before forcing himself to relax. He needed to be a calming presence right now. “I shouldn’t be at UA right now.”
Katsuki sighed. “Christ, Deku, for someone with such good grades, you’re really fucking dense.”
“Hey!”
“All for One was going to happen with or without you. What happened is not on you. You did everything right. Even right now. Listen, I’m not saying this because I care about you, but - if you run yourself into the ground until you can’t get up, you’re not going to be any good to anyone. We need you safe here so we have a fighting chance against these fuckers.”
“Kacchan…”
Katsuki was going to melt if he heard that name out of Izuku’s lips one more time.
Izuku was looking up at him, and Katsuki hesitantly met his gaze. Izuku’s still-shining eyes flicked down to Katsuki’s lips for a moment and then back up to Katsuki’s eyes.
Katsuki couldn’t breathe. Time seemed to slow, his heart pounding loud in his chest.
Izuku closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to Katsuki’s.
Katsuk kissed Izuku back. He brought a hand up to rest on the side of Izuku’s neck, the tips of his fingers brushing against the curly green hair. The butterflies in his stomach were something new. Unexpected, but good, making his entire being aware of what he was doing.
What had he been waiting for? This was perfect.
This was wrong.
He pulled back and quickly looked away.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” Izuku started to say, his voice embarrassed and barely audible.
“Why the hell would you do that, moron?” Katsuki asked, eyes carefully avoiding Izuku’s. “After everything? After how I treated you?”
He heard Izuku sniff and finally looked back at him. Tears were streaming down Izuku’s face again.
“We’re more than that, Kacchan.”
Katsuki considered scolding him for crying, again, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. This moment was too important.
“Even when you were mean… You were something that pushed me to improve myself. You were the ideal I wanted to reach. When we got to U.A., when we started talking again, I was so happy. I missed you.”
Fuck, this nerd was sappy. Katsuki grit his teeth to stop his own tears. “You deserve better. Anyone else. Uraraka likes you. She defended you out there. Be with her. You’re close with Icy-Hot, maybe him.”
“But I like you,” Izuku said. “I have for a really, really long time.”
Katsuki shook his head. “Christ, I’ve always told you that you were dumb.”
“How do you feel?”
Katsuki scoffed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Getting into this emotional territory is a little lame, Deku.”
“Katsuki.”
Katsuki was a little jolted by the sound of his actual name.
“I like you too, okay?” he grumbled.
Izuku beamed up at him with such excitement that Katsuki couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. “Nerd.”
He leaned forward and gave Izuku another brief kiss, the taste of Izuku’s tears salty on his lips.
When he pulled away, he met Izuku’s gaze and held it. “This thing with Tomura isn’t going to be easy. But you’ll be there for me, and I’ll be there for you. We all will. No more nightmares, okay, dweeb?” Katsuki ruffled Izuku’s hair.
“I probably won’t have any more nightmares if I stay here.”
“Yeah?” Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Fine. But no funny business.”
Izuku snorted. “I should be the one telling you that.”
Katsuki laughed. “I’ll hold back. For now.”
Izuku got to his feet. It was even more obvious from this position that Izuku had grown up. He had grown so much from the timid, unsure Deku he’d been just a couple of years ago.
Izuku extended a hand down to Katsuki. This time, Katsuki took it.
She filled every page for nearly ten years, word upon word. But at the end, there was nothing left to do but say goodbye. But Hermione’s daughter watches the words disappear, leaving blank pages to make friends on the other side of the parchment…
Who’s on the other side, and why do they know so much about a father she knows so little about?
She stops for a moment before realizing she never introduced herself, even as the words again disappear.
By the way, I’m Cassie. It’s nice to meet you.
Almost immediately, his words emerge on the page.
It’s not wise to introduce yourself to a stranger, little one. Bad things can happen if you do.
A feeling of dread washes over her, but more words follow as soon as his have disappeared.
You’re fortunate that I will always make certain that you will be safe. It’s an honour to meet you, Cassie.
She smiles at his words, and she stares down at the page earnestly. A surprising swell of pride fills her, preening under the praise, but his words cut off any response she might have.
If you are who I think you are, Cassie, then yes, I do know of your father, and I think I do know why your mother doesn’t want my name used around you.
The words rise to the surface only to disappear again from the page.
sirius black + letter E from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous
pairing:sirius black x reader
theme:enemies to lovers
warnings:minor bickering
fandom:harry potter
Sirius Black was insufferable. He was rude and couldn’t take anything seriously to save his life. The worst thing about Sirius Black however was that he was attractive. It wasn’t fair that someone with such a horrible personality was so good looking.
The feeling was quite mutual. Although Sirius found you to be stuck up and a snob, he’d be lying if he said you weren’t easy on the eyes. This all lead to their being some underlined sexual tension whenever you two bickered.
All of your friends were becoming fed up with all this. Maybe you and Sirius had your differences but you clearly liked each other. It was about time you both dropped the charade and just admired this and soon enough you would.
Things finally came to a head on the grounds outside the school. For whatever reason you and Sirius ended up fighting. Neither of you could really remember the reason why but nevertheless you were shouting at the other person.
“Ugh, you’re unbelievable” you scoffed, throwing your hands in the air. “I hate you so much”.
“That right?” Sirius replied, raising an eyebrow. “You hate me? I don’t think so. You want to know what I think?”. You rolled your eyes but before you could tell Sirius that you weren’t interested in anything else that he had to say Sirius added. “I think you just want to kiss me but you don’t know how to deal with it” Sirius smirked.
Blinking a couple times, you found yourself becoming speechless by his bold accusation. It took you a moment to recover but when you did you didn’t hold back. “Oh really? Well I could say the same about you, Black” you hissed, poking him roughly in the chest. “But you’re too much of a coward to go through with it despite how big you talk”.
Now it was Sirius’ turn to be shocked by your words. You can’t recall a time where Sirius has been quiet for so long. When Sirius snaps out of it he sends you a glare before grabbing your wrist. “We’ll see about that” Sirius growled before tugging you close and connecting your lips.
Your eyes were wide for a second before, oddly enough, you kissed him back. It’s in that moment that the rest of the Marauders just so happen to walk past the scene. “It’s about time,” Remus sighed. “I thought they would dance around their feelings forever”.
“Me too” James snickered before ya ling over to the two of you. “There you go Padfoot! Congrats mate!”.
peter parker + letter H from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous
pairing:peter parker x reader
theme:hurt/comfort
warnings:minor feelings of neglect
fandom:marvel
Peter Parker was a busy guy. Not only was he juggling school and helping his aunt out but he also had a side job that only a few people knew about. That side job being that he was the local web slinger that all of New York knew about, Spider-Man.
Because of how much time Peter had to dedicate to being a superhero, not only was he overworking himself but he was neglecting you. When you first started feeling lonely you didn’t bring it up, feeling guilty for demanding Peter’s time when he was busy saving others. However as of late it was becoming unbearable.
Recently you finally broke down. You and Peter were sitting on one of New York’s many rooftops. Peter offhandedly mentioned how it’s been a while since the two of you got to hang out like this and that’s when it slipped out. “Yeah, I missed you. I thought you forgot about me for a second”.
Blinking in surprise, Peter asked what you meant by that last part. Immediately you wanted to hit yourself for your loose lips. Hesitating, you weren’t sure whether or not you should vent or not but the longer Peter stares at you, the more you feel like you need to speak your mind.
“It’s not that I just miss you because you’re always Spider-Man” you confess, fiddling with the strings of the hoodie that you borrowed from Peter. “I also worry that you’re putting too much pressure on yourself. Heroes deserve breaks too, you know?”.
This must have been the first time Peter realized that you were feeling this way. He thought that his efforts were only exhausting himself but now it was clear that he was not only hurting himself but you too.
You can tell that there’s guilt rising in Peter’s chest. Before you can take back what you said Peter’s shifting toward you to give you a hug. “You’re right,” Peter sighs. “I should take some time off. Would you spend it with me?”.
A soft smile forms on your lips at that. “Of course I will”.
manjirou sano + letter M from the fanfic alphabet for anonymous
pairing:manjirou sano x reader
theme:mutual pining
warnings:nothing i can think of?
fandom:tokyo revengers
Emma loved to joke that the only reason you came over to her house for sleepovers anymore was because of her brother. Whenever she’d say that you’d try to silence your best friend by placing a hand over her mouth. Meanwhile Emma would just giggle at your embarrassment.
That was exactly the joke the girl had made as you hung out in her bedroom. Your face grew hot as you sat crossed legged in your pajamas. It wasn’t like you didn’t know that your crush on Mikey was a bit obvious but you wished Emma wouldn’t tease you about it so much.
“It’s not funny” you mumbled. “And could you please keep your voice down? What if Mikey walked by and heard you?!”.
Emma scoffs at this. “If Mikey hasn’t figured out that you like him by now then my brother is an even bigger idiot than I thought”.
Rolling your eyes, you give up arguing with her. Instead you excuse yourself so you could go to the bathroom. Leaving Emma behind, you wander through the Sano’s house. You’re still so flustered by what Emma said that you’re not really paying attention to where you’re going. You only realize he’s in the hallway with you when you run straight into his chest.
“Oh hi [Y/N]-san, funny bumping into you here” a familiar voice chuckles. With wide eyes you look up to find Mikey smiling softly back at you. Immediately upon meeting those playful eyes you loved so much you became a flustered mess.
“M-Mikey-kun, h-hi” you stammered, covering your face with your hand to hide any hint of what was going through your head. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t see you”.
“It’s okay” Mikey assures, swiping some of his blonde hair out of his face.
It seems like he’s going to say something more but then Draken’s voice comes echoing from around the corner. “Hey Mikey, what’s taking you so long?” The talker boy suddenly appears. Looks like you’re not the only friend of the Sano children who’s sleeping over. “Oh what’s up, [Y/N]?” Draken greets when he sees you.
You fail to give a proper response. Instead you whispered a nervous “s-sorry again. See you later Mikey-kun”. With that you scamper off, completely forgetting that original reason you had left Emma’s room. Mikey watches you go with a fond expression which doesn’t go unnoticed by Draken.
“I don’t know why you don’t just ask them out,” says Ken-chin.
This idea earns a shake of the head from Mikey. “To them I’m probably just Emma’s older brother. I doubt they’d be interested” Mikey insists.
Draken groans. He is by no means an expert but even he can tell that you and Mikey’s feelings for each other are mutual. But, seeing no point in bickering with him, Draken just shrugs. “So are we going to the kitchen to get snacks or what?”.
Well, I’m behind on the Klaine Spring Fling words again, but I uploaded two one-shots today anyway.
The first fic is called Love Birds and Unicorns. Jeff is celebrating his birthday in daycare, and he has some really cool birthday surprises to share with everyone, including our favorite boys, who find these surprises something to get excited about! You can read this one-shot on AO3orFF.net.
The second fic is called We’ve Waited Since We Were Young. The boys meet a very special person in their lives, which reminds them of that day in daycare when they got to meet another very special person. This one-shot is also on AO3and FF.net.
Well, I’m behind on the Klaine Spring Fling words again, but I uploaded two one-shots today anyway.
The first fic is called Love Birds and Unicorns. Jeff is celebrating his birthday in daycare, and he has some really cool birthday surprises to share with everyone, including our favorite boys, who find these surprises something to get excited about! You can read this one-shot on AO3orFF.net.
The second fic is called We’ve Waited Since We Were Young. The boys meet a very special person in their lives, which reminds them of that day in daycare when they got to meet another very special person. This one-shot is also on AO3and FF.net.
“i don’t feel the same way, charmer.” his voice was barely a whisper.
sole felt a lump grow in their throat as they tried to fight back the tears that threatened to escape. they tried to let out a simple, “okay, i understand,” but only silence filled the air.
deacon knows. he catches the tears building up in their eyes and knows their voice is silently attempting to scratch its way out.
he desperately wants to stop their pain, wipe their tears and remind them that he thinks no differently of their relationship, but something in his heart tugs as sole fights back to hide their vulnerability from him. “i’m sorry.” is all he truly lets out because in reality, his words are just as lost as soles own.
to sole, his words become a blur. their knees become weak as their vision becomes clouded with tears they refuse to let out.
‘i’ll give them time,’ he thinks but his feet struggle to find movement as he continues to stare down at sole, speechless for the first time in a long while.
before he could make a move, sole rushes out of the room, not sparing him a second glance. the sound of the door shutting behind him breaks deacon out of his trance, grounding him back to reality.
a tinge of regret pokes at his heart and he silently pushes it away, knowing that this was for the best. he didn’t have feelings for them and it was nothing but the truth.
or so he thought.
-
the next few weeks are almost a blur for him as his partner goes mia from the commonwealth. the first two weeks, he tries to let it be, convincing himself that sole might’ve needed some time to themselves to sort their feelings out, so he lets them. seeing them might be the last thing they need, so he tries to fight the urge to do so.
yet, as time goes by, the worry in his heart rapidly grows when they’re announced as missing by the minutemen. he grows unnaturally quiet upon hearing their words and feels himself grow weak at the possibilities of what could’ve happened to his partner.
searching far and wide did almost nothing for him and only flared his concern. there was little to no clues of their disappearance and the hope that he would find them sooner or later began to slowly deteriorate.
deacon takes in a deep breath, trying to soothe his mind of all the concern and regret. how could he let it get this bad? why couldn’t he at least check up on them day to day instead of running away?
deep down, he knew the truth of it all. it screamed volumes to him and no matter how much he tried to silence it, it grew louder with every passing second. he avoided sole as much as they avoided him because deacon refused to confront the truth between them both. he never provided closure because he never knew how to.
and the more he refused to face the reality of the situation, the longer the days stretched. he found himself pushing everyone away, spending countless nights with tears streaming down his face, hoping someday sole would just turn up on the railroads doorstep. he didn’t care if they forgave him or not— he just wanted to see them safe.
tonight, he found himself with a bottle in his hand, hunching over the counter as he drank the night. he silently thanked lady luck for landing him in an almost empty bar for no one to catch the state he put himself in. unbeknownst to him, a certain mercenary watched his back from the minute he’s entered the bar till the very last drop of his nth bottle.
“you know, i don’t think that’s a very healthy thing to do.” deacon looked over his shoulder, and though his vision continued to spin, he automatically recognized the annoying face that pestered him.
“let a man ‘ave fun, asshole.” he slurred, trying to push out a grin. maccready rolled his eyes and occupied the seat near deacon, folding his arms.
“i’m serious.” mac pulled the bottle away from his hands, tossing it to the bin nearby.
“hey, i was-!” before he could finish, the mercenary cut him off, not wanting to listen to a word that left his mouth. “do you wanna talk about it?”
his words cut through the facade he tried to pull off and deacon immediately fell silent upon his words. “i know we don’t meet eye to eye all that much, but i hate to see you like this.”
as much as he wanted to lie to his face, continue his said facade, he wasn’t physically able to upkeep that image anymore. it was extremely tiring, especially with everything going on. he let out a sigh and allowed his head to fall on his arms that rested on the table. “you wouldn’ understan’.”
theres a pregnant pause, but he eventually responds. “i don’t, but i could try.”
it takes him a few moments to decide whether or not to confide in someone, especially maccready of all people. to his dismay, the words leave his mouth before he could stop himself from letting it out.
“you won’t tell?” it’s a point of no return— he knows — but for some reason, he doesn’t take it back. was the consequences of actions finally getting to him? probably. he didn’t have time to think as maccready let out a small, but shocked, “of course.”
and so he lets it out— not everything — but enough for maccready to get the message. how it all lead up this point and how it contributed to their disappearance.
“i think i made a mistake.” he says, voice barely a whisper. “i made a huge fucking mistake and i don’t know what to do.”
mac looks down at agent with sympathy, detecting the pain trapped in his voice and sighs, “we all do. it’s just the human in us.”
the rest of his words grow obscured as his eyes droop, the alcohol and sleepless nights finally catching up to him. slowly, but surely, the world blacks out.
-
it’s almost dreamlike— the feeling of his hair being brushed softly and the way a familiar voice lulls him awake. he lets out a small groan as his head pounds violently from what he hoped was the night before. he thinks it’s all in his head; the soft touches and the soft voice that continued to fall upon his ears. it’s so painfully familiar, yet it couldn’t be but he felt his heart jump at the possibility of it.
“sole?” his eyes shoot open but close back in an instant as the gentle light illuminating from the window cracks filled his vision. his head dips on what seems to be their lap, trying to block it out desperately. he felt the same hand that brushed his locks rest on top of his eyes to protect it from the sunlight that only made his head throb more.
“morning sleepyhead.” upon hearing that sweet sound, tears began to form in his eyes once more. the one person he’s yearned to see for what seemed like centuries was finally within arms reach. just like that, his tears fell effortlessly, collecting in soles hand as it streamed down his cheeks.
“deacon?” before they could remove their hand to reveal the tears spilling from his eyes, he quickly places his hand on top of theirs as a silent request to keep his eyes hidden.
“i’m sorry.” he chokes out, voice cracking through each word that left his lips, “i’m fucking sorry. i-“ he gently squeezed the same hand that rested on top of theirs. sole remained silent, watching as he spoke through ragged breaths. he tried his best to muster out his apologies, thoughts — feelings — through the pounding of his mind.
“everything i said, it was a lie. it was all a fucking lie just to avoid having some kind of attachment in my life. i hurt you because i was scared of facing my fears.”
“lie? scared? deacon, what-,” their words drifted into nothingness as deacon continued on.
“no matter how much i tried to run away from it, i knew i couldn’t. i had feelings for you. feelings more than this partnership that we both agreed to do, more than the best friends we claimed to be.” at this point, his feelings poured through the cracks of his heart and he knew that he would fix it this time, even if sole no longer felt the same way. “i fell for you hard. i was in love with you and i still am, sole.”
after a deep breath, he continued on. “you don’t have to forgive me. you don’t even have to give me the chance to love you properly, i just want you to know i’m sorry. i’m sorry it had to take you to leave from my life for me realize how much this meant to me. how much you meant to me.”
for a moment, it’s still; the air seems tense at first and time seems to freeze. there’s this sense of fear that overtakes his mind for a mere second.
soon enough, time seems to continue on as sole places a soft kiss on his forehead, allowing it to linger for a few seconds. “we’ll talk about this more when you wake up, okay?” they whisper and as reassuring as it sounds, he’s still terrified. terrified that he’ll wake up alone.
“will you be here when i wake up?” he tries to let it out calmly, but there is a hint of panic and unsureness in his voice he couldn’t push away any longer. all of that seems to melt away as sole lets out a small chuckle, his heart swelling with a mix of pain and relief.
“yes.” they reassure, “i’ll be here for as long as you need me.”
he let out a relieved sigh, keeping his hand on top of the one that covered his eyes. for the first time in weeks, everything finally felt right.
“love you, charmer.” before he could hear their reply, he felt himself being pulled into slumber that quietly called his name.
It always disturbed me how Mc keeps calling cheva as prince chevalier/king chevalier even while they are being intimate so i decided to write a one shot about it. Hope you enjoy!
One night, Mc was having dinner with chevalier in his room like usual.
Their conversations as always revolved around what they did during the day, as well as books.
-“By the way, i received a new foreign romance book as a present from some noble ladies. Would you like to read it once i m done?”
He smiled at her and nodded. She smiled back at him and kept talking.
-“its a deep romance with a strong philosophical undertone. I m sure you ll like it King chevalier”
He frowned. They have been lovers for a while now. Yet she still called him king chevalier instead of just chevalier. He never prompted her to drop the honorifics, in case she felt uncomfortable. But she speaks to the other princes casually. So why was she so formal with him ?
After all she was his fiancee and soon to be queen. So why did she insist on calling him king even when they were alone.
-“Whats wrong, King Chevalier?”
-“Why do you keep adressing me so formally ? Just calling me by name is fine.”
She frowned and he almost regretted asking.
She must have a reason. But he’s been waiting for her for long enough. He decided that that night will be the night she starts calling his name without honorifics.
He stood up and grabbed her chin more roughly than he wanted to.
-“Tell me why?”
She hesitated for a few seconds before finally opening her mouth.
-“Its to remind myself that you are the king and that i should work hard to catch up with you.”
-“Ridiculous. You'v already caught up to me long time ago. Right now you are queen in everything but title. You possess all the knowledge and qualities to be an outsanding queen.”
-“I know that already…..but…” she averted her eyes, blushing.
-“MC”
He called her name and she couldnt help looking back at him. His icy blue eyes were searching her face for an answer and she saw them waver for a second. Was he feeling hurt because of such a trivial issue ?
But it was not trivial to him. He wanted her to be more comfortable and familiar with him than she was with any other man.
Everytime he heard her call Yves or Luke by their name he felt a pang of jealousy.
-“It’s because……ITS BECAUSE I’M FEELING SHY!”
He let go of her chin, surprised by her sudden outburst.
-“What was there to be shy about when we already saw everything of each other? ”
-“That’s not the point! After calling you king chevalier for such a long time it was weird for me to just suddenly start calling you with just your name! And- and i could never find the right moment to do it!”
She was out of breath and her face was deep red. He chuckled and let out a soft “simpelton” as he patted her head.
-“i m not a simpleton, your name is more precious to me than any other name so i have a harder time calling it.”
-“Then right now is the right moment. Go ahead and call my name. I m listening.”
He looked at her expectantly and waited. His heart was beating in anticipation.
She started playing with the hem of her skirt, a clear sign that she was nervous. After a minute or so she finally raised her head and started speaking.
-“I love you, Chevalier.”
She gave him the most magnificent smile. And at that moment he felt like that last remaining of ice in his heart has melted. For the first time ever he felt himself blushing but he did not try to hide it.
He considered it a reward and a privilege for her to see his blushing face. He smiled back at her and said
