you took a deep breath and looked at him for an uncomfortable few seconds “i love you.” spilled from your mouth and he just melts. he melts and peppers your face with kisses, holding your hands in his own and now that the words have been spoken he can’t stop saying it. he’s the type of guy who’s patient, in his mind he had basically decided he loved you the first time you kissed. now with the words that were coming out of your mouth (which he gladly waited for.) he wanted to kiss you more and more and more.
Kugisaki Nobara:
she would probably need a minute to process what you said. she’s thought about it before, but is unsure if how you feel will end up hurting her more. she asks you to repeat so many times before she feels comfortable saying it back and that’s an even more special moment. when you wake up, looking over at her, muttering a little “i love you so much” and having her mumble back a half flustered “i love you too” very quickly before pecking your cheek and getting up to run for breakfast with a red on her cheeks.
Fushiguro Megumi:
he’s unsure how to feel. he wants to say it back, valid how you feel about him. he works himself into knots trying to figure out a way to say it back and a way to make sure you’re not hurt. he didn’t think just to tell you he wasn’t ready first. he didn’t want to put that on you, but now having avoided you for days, he abruptly stops you in a hallway of some kind, corning you. “i like you a lot!” he says quickly all at once, looking away as to not face your disappointment in him. you however grab his hand softly. “you don’t have to say it back… whenever you’re ready, okay?” he nods very quickly and just as abruptly as he corned you, he’s already down the hallway. smiling to himself as he stared forward a little spaced out at how amazing you are.
Gojo Satoru:
you were in bed, his dangly arms wrapped around you when you turned to face up at him, both your mostly bare skin touching and you tiredly whisper an “i love you.” as you yawn, cuddling closer to him. you’re sound asleep before he can even react appropriately and there he lays, you in his arms as he stares at the ceiling, as he questions every life decision he ever made. he had come to a conclusion as you slept soundly. he would go… again. yeah, he thought. it was a great idea. he had clearly overstayed his usual time with someone and it was about time to leave anyway… then he started thinking why it was time to go? or why he had stayed so long with you? usually he was dating 5 different people who eventually found out about each other and that took care of that, but he can’t think of any recent date he had that wasn’t you or the last time he had checked the dating apps he so conveniently removed from his home screen after that one particular night with you. he looked at you again and smiled, kissing your head gently. he sighed with content and nervousness as he muttered “i love you too.” at your unconscious mind.
Nanami Kento:
it was casual, almost too causal. you had been living together, for convenience of course. you both told yourselves. he needed a roommate and you needed a place to live… and then you needed a workspace and he needed an office and suddenly you shared a bed. more space efficient of course. the sex was just a plus to whatever relationship you had. it was fine if you cuddled after, aftercare was just as important. you could both use the physical touch and conversations and meals and… it slipped out when he walked into the room, grabbing his cuff links when you looked sleepily at him. “have a good day at work, love you” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you. i will. love you too, bye.” and just like that both of you had barely been realised that your relationship had progressed. not until he came home later in the evening and you were a nervous wreck and he looked a little more tired than usual. “i didn’t mean we-“ “of course it was just polite.” “yes. we haven’t become more or less than we were before.” “yes.” the end note was kind of disappointing for both of you. though when you both laid in bed that night, a steamy session knocked out, your minds drifted to it again. the morning came and you woke up to him getting dressed. “morning” you smiled, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “good morning, i was just on my way… i’ll see you later of course. love you, bye.” he said a little stiffly, testing the waters. “of course, love you too” you said, throwing the covers over you again. he smiled to himself, moving to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email who gives a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email to whomst giveth a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
You just wanted to get home as soon as possible. You’d already missed the bus around the corner from your current nursing school, so you had to wait an additional hour and walk a multitude of blocks to get to the nearest train station.
You lived in New York, so even owning a car would be pointless, the only thing that’d change is the location of your frustration, but considering the overstimulation of where you’d sat, you’d much prefer being stuck in never-changing traffic than in this hell-sent transport.
From what Apple Maps could tell you, you were still thirty minutes from your apartment because after leaving the car, you’d still have to walk from the station down four blocks and up the scarily steep steps of your building.
You pulled out your airpod pros—gifted to you from a friend that had been in a promotion campaign shoot, and quickly turned on noise cancellation. It did well closing out what it could but left the agitating feel of unpopped ears behind. You sat back and spread your legs to the fullest extent of your ability to give a gentle reminder to those next to you to move over a little and fantasized about what you were gonna do once home.
Immediately you’d need to take a shower, college wasn’t the cleanliest place, and you were sweating buckets under your brown trenchcoat and were scared that if you removed it, you would only add another stench to this godforsaken place. You had a test in your chemistry class. Of course, your overly studious ass studied. Still, it seemed like you were never prepared enough no matter how many times you rewatched videos explaining things on youtube or the notes you were provided by your professor.
You envisioned eucalyptus essential oils permeating your space while you peacefully watered your plants hanging or sitting in various spots of your apartment. You had already prepped a Mediterranean salad’s ingredients the night before, not in an effort to change your size, but because your stomach was sensitive and one can only eat so many chipotle bowls before their stomach, and bank account suffered the consequences.
But dinner was quickly excused from your mind when you remembered that you’d already made plans for tonight.
You looked up and saw the familiar green sign of the station you’d become accustomed to stepping in every so often when you wanted to travel to the bougie farmer’s market in between colleges and quickly stood up to join the wave of those leaving the car, walking fast out the station and up the stairs onto the large sidewalk.
The streets were far from empty since everyone typically got off work within this hour, so you maneuvered your way through the slow crowd down the blocks to your apartment.
You were lucky you now lived in a relatively safe area. When you first moved here from Kentucky, your first place was run down and dingy, but once getting a visit from your friend since birth that gets to enjoy his twenties out of school and on stages in front of sold-out crowds, he immediately moved you into a somehow entirely paid-off apartment in a more expensive side of town.
Speaking of, he was supposed to be showing up to stay with you some time this week for his tour.
He wouldn’t stop blowing up your phone during your class and embarrassed you with the number of times he retried facetiming you in the completely silent rooms of your classes, and if you checked right now, you’d see the obnoxious updates to his location and current situation he found endearing, like you’d actually need them.
'just landed at the airport (3:33 pm)
got off my flight and am trying airport taco bell (3:50 pm)
update: not a good idea to eat airport taco bell (4:14 pm)
really regret trying those taco bell wings y/n/n, my ass hurt (4:19 pm)
omw to ur crib (5:20)
here
let me up stink stink (5:50)
since you not answering, I’m letting myself in and farting on your couch cushions (5:51)’
But since you wouldn’t like to add having your new 13 pro snatched on the streets of New York to your already stressful day, your phone remained in your deep pocket, and you stayed oblivious.
You unlocked your door, stripped yourself of your heavy jacket, leather gloves, and platform boots, and made your way to your plant collection. It was an assignment in one of your biology courses where you read that having plants in your home made you feel a little less dead inside—so you immediately purchased 20.
Two string of bananas plants by your windows, large money trees on either side of the floor-to-windows for a symmetrical look, and ones you bought at nurseries and depots throughout the living room and kitchen.
You damn near ran to the bathroom in your bedroom once you watered and misted all of your plants, stripping as you clambered. Once you got to your weirdly already open door, you were left in your underwear and bra. One of your girlfriends bought you a lingerie set, a black lacy bra that left enough gaps to make everything above visible, with matching underwear, sheer enough to show everything but your actual parts, to get over an ex while simultaneously setting up multiple dating site accounts for you.
It’s why you currently had another date with a supposedly decent guy tonight, but not the reason you wore the set—laundry day hadn’t come. You still hadn’t washed anything in the heaping baskets in your closet and were only left with the undergarments you never wore.
You walked through the door and turned your back to grab your brown towel, hearing a loud whistle behind you.
“Wow, Y/N. You wore all that for me?” you heard a deep voice reverberate behind you, each word of his making your heart sink to your asscheeks.
He laid back on your bed with an arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone up on his pelvis with a toothpick peaking out of his lips, his shirt slightly riding up and leaving his happy trail visible. In any other circumstance, you would’ve jumped onto him to express how glad you were to see him, but at the moment, that didn’t seem too appropriate, nor were you happy to see him.
And it honestly didn’t help that this man had gotten finer since the last time you saw him. You were best friends that admitted the other was attractive, but you never acted on your feelings. And you thought they would disappear with time.
That was nearly ten years ago. You’ve had a crush on the man with a slight southern drawl to his deep voice since you were fifteen and due to the fact that he was around you with every chance he got, this never changed–not even escaping to New York was enough, because look at him now, enticingly laid up on your bed, eyeing you down like he did to the video vixens he worked with.
All he had to do was say the word, and you’d text whomever the fuck you were seeing tonight and hop on this man like a pogo stick.
On the flip side, Jack felt like the luckiest motherfucker alive. He’s loved your ass since he could walk, his mother and yours constantly making fun of him as a toddler for never wanting to leave your side.
You had attachment issues with your mother, and he had attachment issues with you.
He initially thought it was because he saw you as an extremely close friend, but he realized he loved you during one of the times you both ran off-campus in high school for lunch. You always fought him on who’d be paying for the food y'all bought, but every time you raced to pull out your card, he was always faster, already having it swiped and the food paid for.
He realized he loved you in more ways than on the night of prom. You’d been saving up for the last couple of months from your secretary job at a hospital to purchase a Valdir Sahiti gown and convinced his ma to tailor it to your god-given curves. It was a gorgeous blue satin dress that trailed up your brown legs that Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off. He chased off multiple guys that planned to make their prom date made sure he was the first to ask you to prom with an elaborate proposal that took him a few weeks to set straight.
You both spent your youth obsessing over The Princess and the Frog, so he adhered to it’s theme–he took you on a similar ferry to the one in the proposal scene and held up a cheesy poster he clearly had his mother’s help with. It read, 'Will you be the Evangeline to my Raymond and go with me to prom?’ It definitely was the cheesiest shit you’ve ever read, but appreciated his effort and said yes with a kiss to his cheek.
Throughout the night, his mind would trail back to how regal you looked, and he wondered how long it would take you to get out of it with his help and how those shiny legs that he saw you rub cocoa butter into while getting ready would look over his shoulders.
He’d decided that night that you were it for him, sure he’d actually have to ask first, but he’d do everything to make you his one day, even if it may be far away since he was too much of a pussy to ask. But if the moment ever presented itself, let’s just say he already had multiple ways he thought of different ways wine, dine and fuck you in numerous ways over the furniture in your house.
“No. it’s not I ain’t wash my panties yet-”
“I could help-”
“Jack, please just go plug up my phone and shut the fuck up,” you said, flicking your hand in his direction and walking into the bathroom. Jack stood up to look for it but first stopped to watch you walk.
“Hate to see you go, but love watch you leave.” he muttered before turning to search. He knew you left your shit in your pockets often, so the trench coat on your rack was the first place he checked.
Turning on your phone to its lock screen, the battery sat at 49%, and a couple notifications popped up on your screen. Jack wanted to be nosy, so he scrolled through the line-up of little pop-ups.
The first thing that showed were 23 messages from him alone. Below was a Tinder message notification for another person named William, asking for confirmation on the time you’d set up for tonight, 8 pm.
He had no clue who the fuck William was, what you were planning to do at 8, or that you even had Tinder, to begin with, but that shit wouldn’t fly. He’d managed to stave guys away from you in high school, but he’d be damned if he lost you to a man that shared a name with the ugliest prince in the royal family in college.
He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there plotting to snipe this happy-go-lucky ass, rice krispie treat, snap, crackle, pop ass man, but when he looked up, you were wrapped in a towel with your long light ginger wig poking up slightly from the way you had it in a claw clip. You had two black dresses in your hand, presumably for him to choose, but in all honesty, neither of them were something hoy-me-hoy-minyoy ass Phil deserved to see.
And that didn’t sit right with Jack.
“You wearing allat for him, mama?” his voice dropped an octave, and he looked at you genuinely confused with a slight smirk on his face.
Your hands holding up the dresses slowly dropped to your sides, letting the ends lightly drag on the floor. He did this often, confusing you on whether he liked you or was jokingly flirting with you again, but you got the hint of him being serious.
“Yeah I am, did you go through my phone-“ he cut you off before you could finish.
“You’re not going out with him, and you sure as hell wont be wearing something like those dresses for some mediocre man.” he straightened up while stepping closer to you.
When he was close enough, he tilted down bringing his face close to yours, slightly tilting his head again while looking directly in your eyes.
“Just how bad was the dick you’ve been getting that you feel the need to dress like this for some boy that couldn’t make you cum more than once?” his voice rasped lowly and condescendingly. He could see the astonishment from his statements shift to desire from the proximity of his face. Maybe if he kept going, he could get you to kiss him first.
You began to shuffle backwards, you had no destination in mind, you just needed to get away from him so he couldn’t see your nipples pebbling against the soft fabric of your towel and before your wetness could make it down your inner thighs. The hold this man had on you was surprising, and you weren’t sure you could curb the feeling or attraction you had towards him anymore with the ever-building sexual tension in the large space that seems so compact now.
The dresses had long dropped from your slightly shaking hands, and you’d hit a counter behind you. You’d backed yourself all the way into the kitchen, and Jack didn’t stop you. One of the positions he imagined earlier was on the very counter your sexy ass was leaning on.
He trapped you with his hands on either side of yours and his body towered over yours. Now you definitely weren’t a track and field type of person, but you speculated if you could manage your way between his legs to sprint your way back to your bedroom. Your thoughts were halted when his hand raised to your neck to slowly tap around the places he’d grip while fucking you in doggy. If he leaned down, he could kiss you, but first he needed your consent.
“You still want to go out with live-action Spongebob, mama?”
“Fuck no.” It would’ve been a funny joke if you didn’t want to get your pussy pounded 80 ways into next year, so you brought your arm up and pulled him down into a steamy kiss, setting him off.
Jack had you on your stomach with your ass pushed up and in his face, creating a deep arch in your spine, so he could eat you from the back. You remembered him saying he wanted to try it out when vocalizing song lyrics with Druski and Urban. You just never thought it’d be with you.
His lips alone drew two orgasms out of you, and he still didn’t seem like he wanted to let up. You weren’t sure if he was down there for your pleasure or his anymore. One hand groping your ass and holding you up, momentarily spreading if he wanted to reach farther with his tongue, and the other thrusting in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, causing uncharacteristic moans to erupt from the depths of your throat.
“Jack… please..”
He pulled back and kneeled behind you, his fingers rubbing around your clit while he smiled with a beard drenched in your cum.
“All of this is for me? Shit, you sure you ever wanted to go out with Paul?” he said mockingly.
“It was Philip,” you responded exasperatedly. You wanted to continue and call him a dick but were stopped when his large hand slammed down on your ass.
“Aww, you can still talk? Oh, now baby, that just won’t work.” you could hear his southern accent pop a little into his words while he moved to remove himself from the rest of his clothes. His eyes never left your ass, but you were still struggling to catch your breath from the first orgasm.
“Just won’t work.” you looked back between your legs to see what stopped Jack from finishing out your orgasm and caught a long glimpse of his hard dick.
He’d pried his pants from his legs his boxers following suit, and when he stood it bounced back up hitting his stomach as it stood tall.
It was scarily big from what you expected.
Long and thick, with a tip that matched the color of his flared cheeks, bulging veins running up and down with his tip dripping pre.
You assumed he didn’t carry condoms with him since he wouldn’t expect to fuck you while staying, so you let him in raw, a problem you’d deal with later if it ever arose.
(please do not have sex unprotected regardless of your gender expression, signed, a concerned author)
He pulled you back so his hands could find a spot on the rolls created by the position he had you in, you expected him to back out once he saw you without clothes, but if anything he only appeared eager to find his place between your legs.
(pushed in part)
Your brown skin glistened with sweat as he began with slow deep strokes, he may have wanted to fuck you for years, but he wanted to make you feel comfortable. This was for both of y’all, not just him.
You were still mildly disoriented but peeved at Jack’s pace.
“Shit.. Jack.. move faster, please” you begged, bouncing your ass back to meet his thrusts and pull him deeper into you.
His bright blue eyes couldn’t leave the way his dick dragged in and out of you, splitting your glistening folds around him and leaving a growing ring of cum by his pelvis.
“Fuck, Y/N.” he moaned through clenched teeth, speeding up his pace and making the sound of your ass clapping back onto him louder.
“Like this, mama?” he groaned sultrily, grabbing the hair by your scalp and raising you up so he could shift his hand to your neck while the other held you around your stomach.
He kissed your cheek while jackhammering into you. You nodded like it was the last thing you’d do. You prayed that walls weren’t thin because these loud sinful moans falling from your lips would definitely be audible to your neighbors. You were unsure how you’d face sweet old Ms. Mabel if she could hear you now.
“God, Jack… please..” you cried as he pulled out of you to flip your position. He’d moved you onto your back, displaying an extremely attractive amount of strength, and moved your knees up as far as they could get to your chest before pushing right back in.
His pace was merciless this time. One foot up on the bed, letting one leg draped over the raised leg, while he held the other.
His head was thrown back in pleasure, unashamed to let out moans and groans of his own while continued deeply stroking you. He had curls stuck to his forehead at the moment, but that was the least of his worries the pussy of his soulmate felt this damn good.
“Cum for Y/N, give it to me mama,” he said, dropping his leg, planting his feet back on the ground, and moving his hands back to your waist to pull you onto him harder.
You were seeing stars and were damn sure you’d pass out, but you were so close, and your toys stashed under your bed could never make you feel this level of ecstasy.
Your moans raised an octave and Jack leaned over your chest, moving your legs to wrap around his waist while holding your hands above your head. He kissed you feverishly as he felt your cunt spasm around him, he tried to stave off cumming before you, but if you kept gripping his dick and sucking him back in like this, he may just pop one in the next second.
“Shh baby, I hear you,” he whispered into your ear.
“Fuuuuuck..” you let out a guttural moan as Jack nailed in the coffin that was your vagina. The intensity of the orgasm had your cum leaving down the globes of your ass and already feeling the next-day soreness, while Jack pulled out of you and used his hand to finish himself off.
Your glad he pulled because you definitely wouldn’t have made him.
Jack collapsed onto his back next to you while you haphazardly lowered your legs while trying to come back from your visit to God.
“This may be shit timing but, I really, really like you Y/N.” Jack whispered.
“I think I gathered that when I kissed you in the kitchen, Jack,” you replied while trying to catch your bearings.
“Sooo… round two in the shower?” you mumbled as jack used a rag to clean you off.
Summary:A flowerful breeze breached the pathway onto your overstudied heart, signing you off with a sense of tranquility. Melodic petals from irresolute trees stayed afloat from the sky and into your trail, trailing each step you tread. The spring season was set to begin, meaning for you: more pivotal tests to prepare for. The sun did its job at minimum wage and the clouds spread and shifted as you continued your steps, walking down the street towards your favorite food stand. After vigorously studying at the library, you find an odd guy getting yelled at for dine and dashing; without the dashing part, at your day to day food stand. At the sight of him you’re flushed with a sense of nostalgia, a sense of remembrance for someone you have never met?
Word Count: 2190 Words
Authors Note: Wow, just wow, I’m actually posting something! I know it’s been however many years, decades, centuries, who knows at this point. Anyway, this is a rewrite of a dumb drabble I wrote a good while ago. I recently found it in my old google docs and decided to rewrite it, been trying to write more anyway. CommentsandReblogs are also always appreciated! Not to sound needy, but please, bless me with comments. It brings me so much joy
A flowerful breeze breached the pathway onto your overstudied heart, signing you off with a sense of tranquility. Melodic petals from irresolute trees stayed afloat from the sky and into your trail, trailing each step you tread. The spring season was set to begin, meaning for you: more pivotal tests to prepare for. You for one considered yourself a “studyholic,” another accurate term would be a ”schoolholic;” face and shoulders slouched into a workbook, pen and pencil in hand, tidy notes, and even neater grades. Just like how each student had a club of interest school was your hobby, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment whenever you aced an exam. From weekly quizzes to national tests, you always had that jubilant feeling of seeing an outstanding score beside your name since forever.
Your father was the same in that sense. Many family members and friends teased, saying you had gotten that trait of fixtation from your workaholic father. Well, you wouldn’t say they were completely wrong. He was the one who raised you after all. After your mother up and abandoned you at your fathers care, he had to step up and provide the best for you alone. He also didn’t have any hobbies, his work was his hobby, and he damn sure put his all into it. Getting a similar feeling of achievement as you whenever he gets a raise or promotion.
You both found the blissful praise of accomplishments addicting. In a world full of evil and devils, you and your father saw the good things. You both saw and knew the things that made you happy; your fixations and the other, but loneliness in your hobbies seeped often. During those times of total dependency on your separate addictions, and when you both find yourselves not there for the other, you’re both left in a state of dread. The need between you and your father was always impactful. Especially as of recently as he buried himself alive in his recent work project and hasn’t been home as of late, leaving you in an empty household. You didn’t mind, you only saw this as an opportunity to study even harder on your upcoming exams.
An itch or scratch shook your senses. You stop in your step in search of this irritation. The wind howled harder as you stilled from your stroll pushing you backward, and your scarf into obscure directions. During your search you find the cause of your itch. You remove a leaf that flew its way between your scarf and ultimately neck, the leaf endingly being the cause of this scratch. Before it could hit the ground as you removed it, it flew along with the cooling breeze.
You sighed.
It was a meek day. The sun did its job at minimum wage and the clouds partly spread and shifted as you continued your steps, walking down the street towards your favorite food stand. After your routine of five hour, no breaks, studying plan; you had gotten to the point of intensity that the school librarian kicked you out, lecturing you like a mother to take a break like the other kids. When exiting the building, with the mention of food from the old librarian, you found yourself craving some junk food.
Luckily, you still had money left over from the last time your dad gave you your allowance weeks ago. With a step a kick’s length, you found yourself passing through a variant of vendors, old and new; fresh and fit. This street was filled with vendors selling their delicious goods. Your eyes searched for your favorite stand that sold bags of cheesy nachos for cheap. The truck mostly sold baggy food, otherwise food for people who will be walking and wanted something to snack on. You enjoyed the food and talking to the owner. The meek breeze from before picked up its pace and mixed the air with a smell of hot food, making you kick up your step like a hog, book bag strapped to your back tightly, wallet in hand.
In under a few minutes of walking you find the colorful truck you were searching for in sight. Thankfully there wasn’t a long line, except for one person your eyes picked up from the distance. The closer you got the more features you got. In sight, you find a boy around your age with scruffy hair that dimmed in the warm setting sunlight, standing in front of the mentioned food stand. He wore a uniform of some kind, well, not really; just a button up, tie, and slacks, all messily done to point out.
The voice of the owner yelling shook your eardrums, now standing no more than five feet from the truck you could actually hear what they were saying, and could tell that they were very angry. However, the boy stood there, mindlessly listening to the older males behind the stand angrily shouting at the boy who was lost in his thoughts who did not pay any mind to his situation. Normally you never put yourself in anyone else’s business. Mr. Kawasaki tends to never get upset or angry at a customer, unless someone was trying to dine and dash him. But you felt bad for the guy, he looked tired and confused. It was test season so he probably over-studied like you, though very unlikely. Well you just like to believe there’s people like you out there, why not think that?
You cup your cheek and shout, picking up your pace. “No worries!” At your voice the boy seemed to break out of his daze and turned around, finding you there, making eye contact, showcasing his deep brown eyes. You moved your gaze to Mr. Kawasaki’s confused gaze then back to the boy’s eyes, back and forth. “Um, I’ll pay for you,” you ease, smiling at the dazed boy. When you stared at his eyes, despite it being the first time, you felt a recollection of a memory. You felt a comfort near him. You knew him. At least, you felt like you did. Shaking off this nostlogia you lower your book bag from your back, and begin removing your Hamilton themed wallet despite the protest of Mr. Kawasaki. As you requested the price the guy owed and began counting up your cash. Denji stared silently: admiring you.
He watched as you paid for Power’s snack. While out with that vile fiend he got paired with, she ran off and ended up ordering food she wasn’t planning on paying for, before ditching him with her tab. Denji could have just left at this point, you seemed to have it under control; he liked that. You were calm, a little awkward but cute overall. It was mostly the school uniform you wore he found cute, maybe it was your squiggly smile, or just the fact that you were a nice girl. For a minute the world seemed to quiet down for you two; the booming crowd and mean man disappeared also, it was just you and him, the setting sun in the background, unforgettable. You spoke animatedly while placing your cash onto the wooden counter, lightly laughing at whatever the old guy said. Denji couldn’t really hear a thing, he only awkwardly stood in place.
The crowd drew back in and the pressure of the wind blew through his hair. Denji recognized this feeling in his heart, this heat in his mind, this haze behind his eye, and hell was he pissed! Was this…love? Was he yet again blessed to meet another girl, a possible girlfriend? He unconsciously grabs his chest, feeling for his chainsaw cord, for comfort. Godammit, he shouldn’t be falling in love with every girl he meets! His mouth quivered as his thoughts continued. But you’re such a cute and nice girl. You’re paying for Powers, but to your knowledge, his food even though he’s just a mere stranger. Hell, Denji knows he wouldn’t have. Before he knew it the older man was gone, and you turned to him, beginning to place your book bag back on. While doing so a few pencils, pens, and sticky notes begin to fall out from the pocket you forgot to zip. You mutter a curse as you squat down to grab them all.
Denji yet again didn’t say anything, why was he still here anyway?! He had to do something or else he’ll look like a total dork. You place all your supplies back into your front pocket and zip it up before placing your bag on your back yet again. “Sorry ‘bout that!” Your lips quirk up for a second, giving him a smile. Denji stuttered, moving his gaze to the ground, while staring at the ground awkwardly his eyes picked up a black market on the ground; you must have forgotten it. Abruptly, he crouches and grabs the market, pushing it into your open hands. “YOU FORGOT THIS ONE!” He wailed.
Okay, this guy is weird, you thought. However, he had this familiar boyish charm that lightened your heart. You smile, biting the inside of your cheek. You grip the marker from his sweaty palm, placing it on your ear. “Thanks. So what happened?“ You ask, motioning to the food stand. “Uhhhhhh,” Denji rubbed his already messy hair, "my friend left me to pay…” he explains, his voice so tiny he’s surprised you heard his response. You pout, shifting your weight. “Aww that sucks, they must be, uh, quite the friend.” You try not to say anything to mean since you both are strangers but, in your opinion, that was a horrible friend, but again you didn’t want to sound rude. He unsurely nods. “Yeah she is quite the friend?” He repeats, watching you. In his head he was thinking: what does ‘quite’ mean? Does it mean rude, stupid, loud friend? If so, that is exactly what Power would be to him.
Standing in front of him, that weird sense of nostalgia still wouldn’t go away. A river flow of clouded memories drowned your head. As Denji stared into space you pointed a finger at him. “Didn’t we go to kindergarten together?” you ask. Denji opens and closes his mouth, tilting his head. “No, I never went to school,” he replies, honestly. Instantly he felt like he damned himself. Did he know you? He didn’t recognize you one bit! His childhood was mostly a repeated day on loop so most things he didn’t remember anyway. However, he couldn’t place you in any memories, how would someone like you have ever gotten involved in his life anyway. Plus, no way he forgot meeting a girl as cute as you! Though, no matter how much he poked his brain nothing came!
“That’s so strange,” you mutter before becoming a stuttering bomn, “n-not you not going to school, which is sorta strange but its just that I feel like I’ve met you before.” Denji wasn’t sure if this was your flirting with him, he was overall just confused. He shakes his head and erratically gives you his hand to shake. “Well I’m Denji!” You thought that it was possible you both had met but logically, you didn’t recognize his name one bit. You look back into his face, observing his boyish features.
When you look at him, he looks so recognizable; such a harsh sense of remembrance, but you aren’t sure when these sudden memories took place anyway. You grab his hand, shaking it. "I’m _____ _____. Nice to meet you, Denji-kun.” Denji’s mind goes blank as you unhurriedly shake his hand. Denji for one wondered if ‘kun’ was a nickname thing. It sounded cute and all. "Nice meeting ya too _____-kun!” Denji gleams, still holding your hand. “That must mean we’re meant to meet then right?” he observes. “To make the memories you have real right? I’m not very smart but that sounds reasonable!" You were stunned for a second. Firstly, he used the male honorific for you? Though, you couldn’t help but smile at his cute words. Very boyish indeed.
The clouds in the sky were all spread out now. It looks like different shades of orange, pink and a little turquoise blue cotton candy under an intense light of the setting sun. It’s like a scene from those cliché romance movies. It’s also like a memory you have in your head, one where you’re with him; it was getting late. You really should get home for curfew and to study a bit more. You leisurely remove your hand from his, smiling down at it. "Yeah, I’d also like for them to eventually come true.” You stare back up, earnestly into his young, hopeful eyes. “I’m glad I met you today, Denji-kun.“ He nodded, rubbing the hand you held with his other hand. "M-Me too _____-kun.” Denji doesn’t know what in the hell he meant by those words before, but it felt truthful and nice, just like your smile.
That day, that odd familiar guy you met at the food stand walked back home in the dispersing sun, staring at your phone number scribbled in black marker on his pale, sweaty palm.
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Summary:Midnight chatter happened mindlessly below your home. Open and shut lights from various effects flickered through your apartment’s grand window opening. A light fog encased the windows in a hug, a warning of the chill that couldn’t be raised to rest outside. A night of just you and your fiancé, Aki. The proposal was sudden and abrupt. Weeks ago when Aki abruptly proposed to you, he sang the loveliest things to your ears. You never expected Aki to be one for marriage, you had accepted that long ago in your relationship. His proposal was so sudden, it was as if something forced him to abruptly decide to spend the rest of his life with you and switch his opinion on marriage. Besides that, though you had your troubles, the love between you two was a sure thing. A reward was in place.
Word Count: 1351 Words
Authors Note: Finally finished this. Isn’t my best work but eh, isn’t the worst read either. Just wanted to post something short and sweet. I’ve been busy with other things that I forgot I had the ability to write lol. But yeah, ReblogsandComments are always appreciated. Didn’t have time to proof read so tell me if you see any major grammar mistakes! Have a nice day/night/evening.
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Midnight chatter happened mindlessly below your home. Open and shut lights from various effects flickered through your apartment’s grand window opening. A light fog encased the windows in a hug, a warning of the chill that couldn’t be raised to rest outside. Nowadays, you often find yourself with a pip in your step, a smile on your face and a welcoming aurora. Despite the harsh winter breezes bringing haunting thoughts to many others, you were happy and struggle-free. Well, somewhat. Though the overwhelming weather pushes men to their limit, it only tends to sooth your love-drunk mind. You loved the winter passionately. You loved the snow, and the feeling of piercing-cold winds embracing you thoroughly. Good memories of yours came from winter. You moved to Tokyo, for example, in the season, and met the man you now called your fiance. A recent jubilation of winter, being Aki’s proposal.
The proposal was sudden and abrupt. Weeks ago when Aki abruptly proposed to you, he sang the loveliest things to your ears. Swearing that he’ll love you like a brother; a strong love and bond that can’t be easily broken. He vowed that he’d treat you like a childhood friend and forever respect you like a true lover, for as long as he lived. His words brought tears of joy down your broad eyes. You never expected Aki to be one for marriage, you had accepted that long ago in your relationship. His proposal was so sudden, it was as if something forced him to abruptly decide to spend the rest of his life with you and switch his opinion on marriage. At the time you hadn’t thought much of the matter, overwhelmed with the feeling of his lips against yours as you accepted. His dialog of promise was beautifully sincere. He didn’t need to say ‘I love you.’ His words of devotion were more than enough. He made you feel his flourished love.
You weren’t naive, however. After the death of Himeno—he was noticeably distant for weeks and he had a shift in character. You didn’t push him to talk. You only allowed things in your relationship to go on halt and become just…bleak. Right after his injuries succeeding the event was healed, he soon went back to normal once he started working again. Aki briefly explained how he was signing a new contract with another devil around this time. He never told you what devils he was signed to, he didn’t want you to know, and you didn’t want to know either. It was an unspoken, neutral understanding between you two. All you want is to be with Aki. You understood he wouldn’t change careers and the way he saw life. And so you decided to love him for as long as you can. And Aki wanted to stay with you, and love you. He wanted to live a nice life separate from his work.
And that simple, domestic life was with you. For the time being, he was okay with it. He was okay with it being temporary. You blurred his world.
Clatter came from the kitchen, Aki’s ears picked up. He aimlessly listened to you speak whatever was on your mind as you cooked. Today was a rare night where he was free from Denji and Power to be with you. He wouldn’t call this a date night, mostly because he expected better from himself regarding dates. Hell, he didn’t remember the last time he had treated you to anything.
You stirred the pot, the gas stove you stood in front of lightly lit. “Come on Aki, you have to put more effort into it if ya wanna to win!” Your modest apartment was clouded with light smoke from the oven below and Aki’s hanging cigarette. Almost a week ago while Aki and you were on a simple walk around town, your eyes picked up a poster. A sword fighting event. You eagerly signed him up despite his protest. You nudged him. Telling him a change in taste would be fun. And with that he agreed to participate.
Aki’s elbows rested on your kitchen counter. He put out his cigarettes in the makeshift cigarette tray you gave him. He eyed the pot you stopped stirring. “If you’re the prize then I don’t know what I can do to deserve that,” he muttered tirelt, eyes stuck on watching your form. Your eyes grow warm, you both make eye contact. You tilt your head, smiling. "Bias don’t you think? I’ll always choose you, even if you’re the loser and don’t deserve me.” Aki smiled at your comment before chuckling lightly and turning his gaze away from yours.
You placed the stirring spoon away and turned off the head as you checked on the rice. “Are you able to stay for dinner?” You begin stating your real motive. The motive that often drove your fiancé away, ironically. “I wanted to start planning for the wedding together.” Aki, as expected by now, went silent. Since the day he proposed those many weeks ago you both hadn’t planned for the wedding. Your parents were starting to doubt the marriage. It didn’t help that they never really liked Aki due to his risky occupation and stoic demeanor. He stood from the stool. “I can’t,” he said, hand in slacks pockets. You try to hide your disappointment by turning away, but your hanging rubdowns show your feelings fully. "But, I’ll be back tomorrow,” he added, moving to stand beside you.
You try nodding, to hide your letdown, but instead you end up staring down at the black rice cooker flashing green, and not looking at your so-called fiancé. The city’s chatter from below drowned out your thoughts, and you found yourself still of movement, and a warm face. Aki’s hand caressed your cheek lightly, warming them. He sighed, wanting to look down at the tile floor but instead kept his gaze straight on you. "Hey, look at me,” he said. Slowly, you look up in his deep green eyes, he rubs your cheek in awardance. He began to promise sincere words. “I promise you that I’ll be here tomorrow night. And we’ll plan the wedding then, I’ll even cook dinner for you.“ You stared. To be honest, you didn’t want to argue, you still felt upset. You just wanted this conversation to be over so that you can drown in your anger.
"Fine,” you state, your voice cold and dry. He sighed again, removing his hand, noticing your mood. "I don’t want to leave things like this,” he states truthfully. He rubs your cheek with his palm. “Award me with a smile,” he demanded You pout, turning away from his admittingly charming gaze. You speak through your filled cheeks. "You don’t deserve an award,”you muttered. Resisting the urge to cross your arms like a child. He pinched your cheek.
“You said it yourself. Even if I’m the loser you’ll give me the reward?” Your stomach flutters inside for some reason. Damn it, he got you there. “Fine you got me there,” you admit defeat. You squeeze his shoulder, staring sternly into his eyes. “Seriously though, you promise you’ll come back tomorrow.” He watches as you make three to go plates. He nods. "I promise you.” he says, his voice sincere as it has always been. You stop your actions and smile. “Then I’ll believe you, Aki,” you said before continuing your task.
He nodded to himself, eyes distant in a thought. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he’ll die in two years, he just couldn’t. You didn’t deserve to be saddened by how little time you both have left. Because even when the night sky comes falling, even when the sun doesn’t shine on him, he will always have faith in you and him. So as long as your hand is entwined with his, he’ll always cherish the sweet memories of you loving him. Even when it’s his time to die, he can live simply with you until then. ‘Cause the love he has for you is the surest thing in his decaying life.
Summary:Milky puddles of darkness and shadows plaster the empty halls of Jujutsu High. The wind howled a solemn sound outside the building, the melody haunting the halls. Everyone residing inside the school was under the spell of rest. Except Megumi. He was possessed to stay awake the whole night and day, for a week now. Ever since the death of Itadori Yuuji. Megumi didn’t even know why he was so upset over that idiot anyways, he barely knew the kid. But his heart was still heavy. Instead of nightmares he was stuck with constant thoughts of it. He wandered the halls like a ghost. The last few days, watching you sleep, despite how awkward it may be if he was caught, was therapeutic. This night in particular, he catches you crying as he peeks into your room, and you sense your boyfriend’s eternal pain.
Word Count: 2761 Words
Authors Note: Wowzers, this took forever to finish for absolutely no reason. I’ve just been busy, as always, with school, work, and debate club. But oh, don’t worry, I’m still in love with writing and not planning on abandoning this blog anytime soon. Just look at my Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist, look at all the wips Anyway, CommentsandReblogs are always appreciated. Join my Taglisttoo!
Milky puddles of darkness and shadow plaster the ghost halls of Jujutsu High. The wind howled a solemn sound outside the campus, the melody haunting the dormitory. Everyone residing inside the school was under the spell of rest, but Megumi, unfortunately, was possessed to stay awake the last few moons. He’s been under this curse of no rest for a week now, and his mind didn’t seize him a break.
Itadori Yuuji was on his mind, someone he hardly could even call his friend due to how short they had known each other. Megumi didn’t even know why he was so upset over that idiot anyways, he barely knew the kid. But his heart was still heavy. Just from the few encounters they had spent together, he felt a spark of friendship develop. He had met Itadori when he was in a state of loneliness and dread. Instead of nightmares he was stuck with constant, possessive thoughts of the tragic event of Itadori’s death that he witnessed through his bloodied eyes. And because of…this he wandered the halls like an eclipsed spirit.
In the beginning, he was the sole first year, beside you, his girlfriend, at Jujutsu High. Until Itadori showed up. To also add to relevance, recently another student, Nobara Kugisaki, had also shown up soon before Itadori’s unfortunate, and juvenile death. But the side reason he had this hole in his chest, a hole of weighted dread, was because of your lengthy absence. You had been sent on an internship of sorts a month before the Itadori Yuuji and Sukuna situation. The ‘internship’ was for you to join experienced Jujutsu sorceries on a long-time, long-distance mission outside of Japan.
Somewhere in India, he remember you telling him. Through your constant text from him while out on this trip, you told him happily how you promoted a grade up due to your helpfulness and proof of development and confidence in your technique. He was proud of you of course, but your success also made him question himself. Question himself on what he wanted to accomplish, that he was destined to succeed and produce things great, like you have so far and young. You were a model student, it probably wasn’t best for him to compare himself. But he couldn’t help it.
In the beginning of the week, you had come back to the school and unpacked in your dorm. You arrived back at the school right after Itadori’s death was announced and arrived from your trip…to a solemn environment. Megumi offered to help but you were persistent. He had honestly felt bad for your underwhelming arrival home. He had issues…expressing his emotions for you.
Expressing how happy he was when you walked through the door, how lonely he had been when you were gone. He had desperately desired you. And the first thing that came to his mind when he learned of Itadori’s death was for your physical comfort. But even when you arrived, he found himself not wanting to speak of his tragedy. He didn’t want to upset you when you arrived home. What Megumi wanted then, was for things to just go back to normal.
Back to just being content with you, and not worrying about other first years or depressing drama. He knew in the back of his mind that you all had to move in cause time and life would not stop to let him cover his feelings. The Goodwill Event was happening sooner than he would like and all of you had to prepare instead of sitting on your asses with a frown. He knew this…but couldn’t change how he felt, and the lack of motivation in his step.
Megumi walked the hall, passing spare dorm rooms in the process, barefooted. The carpet scraped his feet, and the moonlight’s flow showered through the connected windows that followed the hallway to the very end. His steps begin to falter before coming to a slow stop. He stopped in front of a particular room. Reaching for the door knob to check up on your sleeping figure, he hears a timid hiccup. His hands flinched away from the knob, as if it had shocked his pale hand away. His brows curved. Are you crying? The halls were still, and the silence embodied him in full. He stood as still as a mannequin in front of your dorm door, waiting for an itch of a sound to escape the four walls. One second goes by and no sound emits, then another, and another, just a paused silence.
Megumi was getting anxious. Was he hearing things? He pulled at the loose strings of his grey sweatpants as he waited a second longer for a noise, a sign of anything that he wasn’t going mad. The string twirled in his hand as he twisted and turned his sweatpants strings knot.
He must’ve been hearing things, he thought as he turned away. Maybe he was going crazy from lack of rest. Before he could think further a hearty sob transmitted through the door and to his ears, making them twitch ever so slightly. He shook his head, causing a tornado to form, and making his dark hair even more disheveled.
Fuck it.
He curved the knob, and the door slightly creaked open. He peeked his head inside of the dark, but familiar room. Megumi knew your dorm better than he knew his own. The mid-opened closet had various pictures of you and him, some with Satoru and the other second years. It was a bit dusty due to your lack of appearance as of late, so your window was left open, bringing in a melodic light from the moon, and a cool sigh of wind. His eyes shifted onto you, primarily. Moonbeams stained you, and crystallized tears poured from your eyes.
You had yet to notice his sudden appearance, so you continued to cry your song, and drain your tears. The wind shivered the leaves and tree branches outside your window. Megumi wasn’t sure if it was the wind or your presence that was bringing a chill up his spine. Your abrupt sob brings him back to attention. He scratched the back of his hair before suddenly making his presence known. He calls out your name gently so as not to startle you, causing the tears you allowed to fall down your face to come to a sturdy stop. You turned to him, processing his appearance. Half his body was peeking in through your opened door. Your eyes were startled like a shocked kitten; they glistened from your youthful tears, and twinkled in the moonlight.
Your heart had backflipped when you had suddenly heard your boyfriend’s voice. Your stifled cries quickly came to stop as you stared from your bed, at your boyfriend of years, gripping your bed comforter. He questioned you, gently. “Why are you crying?“ You hiccup before responding, wiping your stained face. "It’s nothing to worry about Megumi, I just had a bad dream,” you mustered. Subconsciously, you scoot over, making room on your bed for Megumi. He walks in fully, closing the door behind himself. He asks. “Oh? What about?”
He places his hand in his sweats pockets as you stutter, the cause of your tears picking back the pace. “Well, I-It was,” you hiccupped. The dream now was sort of a blur, at this point you didn’t know how long you were crying for. Megumi stood in his spot, in front of where you laid on your bed, hand tense in his pocket, anxiously waiting for your answer. He assumed it was something awful that happened on your mission out of the country, and he felt bad that he hadn’t asked you when you’d first arrived home. The things you must’ve seen, and the experiences you went through, must’ve been traumatizing. His eyes narrowed. And he wasn’t there for you. Megumi looked down on himself. Calling himself a bad boyfriend internally.
You shook your head, tears spilling everywhere on your comforter as you exclaimed the reason for your wave of sadness. The cause of the pain in your heart and dread. Megumi listened. Your voice was higher in pitch, and he wouldn’t be surprised if the entire school had heard you state your ridiculous, depressing, dream.
“It was about Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure!!”
His mouth went dry. “What….?” His eyebrows curved, and pine eyes emptied. You’re crying over an anime of all things? His mind was slowly processing the information as you explained your dream in further detail, wiping the tears forming. “After my internship in India, I rewatched that Stardust Crusaders episode where they traveled to India before bed and I guess I had a dream about it. The character’s death always makes me cry!” You lean against the wall and your eyes water as you recall the characters that didn’t make it to Diamond Is Unbreakable.
Megumi stared at you, unimpressed. That’s what you were crying about?“ His eyes squinted. You whined. "Don’t judge! It was sad, okay!” You reach and dig your hands into his right pocket and pull his hand to hold. Megumi didn’t protest. He still, however, stood in front of your bed while you rested your back against the wall against your bed. The only thing keeping you both connected was your entwined hands in the moonlight. His hands were so warm, you couldn’t replace it with anything.
Megumi didn’t say anything. You pouted at his disregard of a depressing scene of an anime you loved! You pull on his hand, pulling him closer, making his knee now touch your mattress. He stared into your eyes, while you stared up into his from your bed. You looked so cute pouting up at him, he thought. He squeezed your hand, and you soon squeezed back. A wave of calmness crossed you. You stared at Megumi. It was nice to see him again, see him in person. To touch him, and to really comfort him. Especially now, when he needs you the most. Your time wavered. “Why are you up anyway, Megumi? Bad dream too?“
Megumi’s was quiet again. He didn’t even get the chance to dream. He looked away from you, his eyes shifty. You sit up straight and pull him onto the bed beside you. The impact of his fall onto the bed makes it bounce for a second, and now he sits beside you, back against the wall. He was still quiet though. You rubbed the hand you held with your other. Leaning your head on his shoulder, your brows slump down as you stare at his perfect face, trying to read him. To get him to say something to you. You rested your chin on his shoulder. You ask again.
“Megumi? Why are you up anyway?” Your question wasn’t answered. Instead of an answer or words, he abruptly kisses you, shutting you up also. You freeze, his lips moved against yours passionately. You squeezed his hand as your eyes fluttered closed, your heartbeat began to accelerate. You turned your head to the side for a better angle. As he slowly pulled away, he rested his free hand on your cheek, blush spread on his face like cotton candy. When your eyelashes fluttered open, his dark green eyes boldly stared back at you, and a warmth filled your cheeks and stomach.
However, he still didn’t say anything, but his action spoke louder than any words. You whisper. "Is it about Itadori?” Megumi sighed, and turned away from your eyes, and instead now found your locked hands more of an interesting sight at the moment. A second passes, and a breeze comes inside. After half a minute, his lips begin to move. “I haven’t been able to sleep,” he admits, still staring at your entwined hands. You look down, biting your bottom lip. What could you say? You didn’t know Itadori, but you weren’t out of the loop either. Megumi never told you how close he was beginning to feel towards Itadori. You honestly hadn’t witnessed your boyfriend develop a friendship with someone in a very long time. You were told by the second years how it was suspected that the higher ups got Itadori killed, and you believed them, because Satoru didn’t try to dismiss your questions on the rumor.
"I didn’t know Itadori as well as you did but, his death still upsets me,” you sympathized. “I would hate to lose you. I would hate to lose everyone! My parents, friends, teachers, everyone. I wouldn’t be complete without them. Especially without you Megumi, I would be far too upset.” You allowed your heart to spill. Before you could tear up further, suddenly, Megumi begins to chuckle, rubbing your tense hand he held. "Everything upsets you, even anime character’s deaths,” he teased.
He smiled at you. Your eyes soften at his expression. His dark eyes were exhausted and humble. It was dark inside, but the moonbeams on his face made him glow. You smiled back, bopping your noise with him. You bark at him. "No teasing!” You weakly punch his shoulder. Megumi does his fair share of teasing, he can be stoic at times but anyone who knows him knows he’s more than that. But you like him this way, you love when he allows himself to be vulnerable just for a tiny bit. Megumi however, liked how you expressed your emotions and thoughts so easily. How it was as easy as breathing for you to admit…that you’d miss him if he died. He loved how much you cared…
You slouch your shoulders. “But seriously Megumi. You can talk to me about anything, you know. I’m always here to listen to you,” you remind him, laying your head back on his shoulder, pouting. Grabbing his hand with the one he isn’t already holding, placing it on top of your entwined hands. Megumi sighed. He stared straight ahead at the wall in front of your bed. He nodded. "I know,” he said, barely audible. He leans closer to you. For a second there was an eternal silence that stared at the sight of two. You snuggled your face further into his shoulder, and soon he ends up just wrapping his arm around you. In return you wrap your arms around his torso, unlinking your hands from his. Your eyes were getting heavy, and your throat was a tad dry but you didn’t want to end Megumi’s embrace.
You look up at his ghostly face.
"Do you want to stay the night? And risk Gojō-sensei’s teasing once he catches us. Am I worth that big of a risk?” You teased him. Satoru had a habit of teasing you both, mostly Megumi, really only a Megumi, from any sign of intimacy you both showed. Rarely did you both do public displays of affection. Not only because of Satoru however he did play a minor role. You leaned up to sleepily kiss his cheek. Megumi’s face was content and he didn’t fully react to your kiss. His thoughts were calm for once, and his heart wasn’t as heavy as before. Half of the dread he carried, dispersed. You were so lovely, he thought. Itadori was still on his mind however, despite him being blessed to be in your embrace right now. But for now, he’ll enjoy life, and allow himself to feel and accept the pain and remorse he feels for his fallen…friend.
“You’re worth every risk.”
You smile lazily at his response. Lack of rest and love behind your clouded eyes. You rest them before whispering right into his ear, paralyzing him. “I love you, Megumi.” Your weight pulled at his shoulder. He leaned his head back against the wall, fluffy hair acting as a cushion. He pulled you closer to his warmth, embracing you as lovingly as he could. “I love you too,” he murmured, eyes shadowed. “I think…I’ll stay the night,” he whispered. He gazed at you, but you were already fast asleep on his shoulder. The sight eased him to slumber.
Summary:The beyond heavens sedately obtained the storm within itself as the devil-hunters walked the halls of a familiar hospital. Himeno and Aki, Hirokazu who’s also accompanying the trip, visit their buddy who’s unsurprisingly in the hospital yet again. Though their bud regularly gets themself injured to the point where death’s expected, they feel obligated to visit you each time. Others in the divisions jokily say you have luck on your back along those claw scars. However, you all were told of how close you were to actually dying this time. Of course it doesn’t scare you as always but does worry Aki, who has been sorta crushing on you for a while. After letting his thoughts scatter for days they come to a dark conclusion, and he starts to worry that you’re actively trying to get killed.
Word Count: 3687 Words
Authors Note: This is a repost. I posted this fic sometime last year and deleted it because I ended up not liking it. However, due to being bored I rewrote the majority of it and added some more scenes. I’m more satisfied with how it turned out this time around. This was actually a requested oneshot, so hopefully the anon who requested sees this. ReblogsandComments are appreciated! Join my taglist!
The sky had a solemn look to it. Visibly ghost-gray clouds scattered the mint-blue sky viciously, aimlessly. On the inside the beyond heavens were sedately containing the storm within itself, until it was time to allow the chaos to scatter. However, as of now, it stayed determined, and it showed greatly. The poetic sky accompanied three devil hunters on their journey to a familiar, local hospital. The hospital was grand and rugged, cheap and timid. A place suited for most devil hunters to reside in when the career took a strike back at them like a hungry dog and a brash owner. With a pip in her step, Himeno found herself leading the way like a pact leader through the hospitals disturbingly white walls. She made conversation, smiled mischievously, with her head high. Most people when entering this hospital designed for devil-hunters’ unique injuries weren’t as chipper as Himeno. Screams of sorrow and rigid cries tended to often fill these hallways. Himeno showed no worry for the one she was visiting with her crew today.
Aki had a stoic expression as he followed beside his partner, almost unreadable. He had a bit on his mind and didn’t contribute to the conversation Himeno led, too concerned for your newfound injuries that he was yet to see. You and Himeno had known each other long before he became her buddy. Himeno was actually the one who introduced the two of you a few years back. Aki was intimidated by your beauty and resistance the first day he met you. Back then he was only focused on his goal to hunt and punish the Gun Devil for their cruel actions and existence. Not to say he wasn’t as determined as he was now, but it was his only priority when becoming a devil hunter. Himeno opened his eyes to friendship, and meeting you opened his eyes to childish work-romance inside of Tokyo Special Division 4.
Himeno stretched her arms over her head. “I heard (Y/N) found a gun fragment this fight,” Himeno stated offhandedly, mostly talking to the new recruit Hirokazu who offered to accompany Aki and her on their visit. She brought her arms down and held her chin up comfortably as they walked through the hospitals’ spacious walls. “‘Tis her third one,” she added. She side-eyes Aki as she says this, searching for a reaction that he didn’t give. Hirokazu responds instead, his dark eyes expanding to the size of plates. “Three?! And she doesn’t have a partner?” Amazement embodied his voice. Hirokazu has never met you but has definitely heard of you from one mouth to another. You’re quite impressive, he would say. Which is why he decided to accompany his colleagues to the hospital you’re stationed at, in the hopes to meet you.
Hands in her pocket, her fingers playfully flicking the pack of cigarettes resided inside, she smiles cheekily. “Yep. She doesn’t work in buddy-teams well,” she noted. You and Himeno have been buddies since you and her were noobies in the field. You both were trained together. Additionally you’re one of few aquatintes that has managed to survive this long. Himeno is actually amazed you specifically haven’t died yet. When you both first met during training you were an obvious prodigy in the field. Your only weaknesses were that you were reckless in battle and not cooperative to partners, not even people you enjoy accompanying. It’s as if when fighting you change into an entirely different person. Aki added a snarky comment to Himeno’s statement. “While she’s the one who needs a partner the most,” he uttered. He hasn’t known you as long as Himeno, but he’s known you long enough to call your bullshit, bullshit.
Himeno shrugged, a lazy grin still present on her face. “She gets the job done, eh? But she does have amazing luck huh? Coming so close to death so many times.” Her statement puzzles Hirokazu as he follows behind the two experienced devil-hunters like a lost puppy. “Don’t we all? As devil-hunters?” All devil-hunters encounter near-death experiences at least twice a week. Most met with death itself. He didn’t understand why you were any different. Aki didn't’ bother to respond while Himeno scoffed. “She’s different enough for us to point it out. All of her battle injuries have come close to killing her and she still somehow survives by a thread.” She continues, recalling an example. “I remember how she was this close to becoming permanently paralyzed a few months ago. Though she got lucky yet again.” The three devil-hunters simultaneously stop in their tracks in front of a door. “Right Aki?” She shoved the man. His eyes pierced the closed door they stood in front of. Hirokazu waited anxiously for a response from Aki.
Aki didn't’ respond for a second, then a another second. He honestly didn’t know what to say about your life status. Aki made no effort to physically react to Himeno’s strong words on your injuries. He sighed and stared onwards. “Death’s scared of her,” he stated. Himeno smirked at his wording. However, it was as if death was avoiding you. Many younger devil-hunters think it’s amazing how lucky you are. What Aki knows though, is that death isn’t going to avoid you forever. It’s only taking its sweet time before unexpectedly shanking you in the back. “Exactly! Though, I’m not sure about this time,” she muttered while opening the door wide for the two men to enter. The sight of you was quite the twist and turn.
The doors breezily opened and you were welcomed to the sight of your two best buddies. Their faces make your lips curl into a beaming smile that conquered Aki’s heart from the very beginning. “Aki! Himeno! Thanks for visiting me, my poor heart is now filled with riches!” The two men stared at your vast injuries, old and new. Your sun-like energy wss the opposite from your tattered body. Your hanged leg was in a cast, this being the fifth time Aki could remember seeing one of your legs broken. Your thighs had old claw scars along with recent ones around the entirety of your body. The other leg was bandaged passionately, along with your sore rib cage. Outside the blaring window was the wicked-gray cloud that followed them here, warning them of the sight of you. Tree branches flew with the thunderous winds, bumping against the window that didn’t allow the light of sunlight to seep through. Your bright personality, despite your situation, made the hospital room littered with flowers and balloons, flourish.
Most were uncomfortable with the scars on you. Others found it sickening that a woman like you were inflicted with injuries like that, but to Aki it didn’t matter. Despite being more scarred than you were the day he met you, you still had that feature he fell in love with. Your resistance and determination. He didn’t know what kept that glint of determination in your eye, what kept you going, or even why you were such a risk taking devil hunter. He doesn’t know much about your reasoning in life and what makes all the pain you feel worth it. He wanted to know you like you know him. Aki didn’t care that you had a rapid number of scars on your body. To him, you were an overly attractive woman that he desired.
He and Hirokazu stood behind Himeno, who easily disregarded your injuries, as you two spoke. “‘Course we did, bud! We came as soon as we could. How are ya feeling?” You stretched your back and whined. “Swole to put it simply,” you said. “Kinda like faith’s bullying me,” you jested. You honestly didn’t know how to explain the sensation you were feeling. Pain was something you were now very used to. If anyone were to ask you to put your pain level on a scale of 1-10 you’d have some trouble. You moved your attention to the man in the back, waving at him ahead of you. “Nice to see you again Aki, it’s been a while huh? Like a few months, eh?” Himeno situated herself on your bed, making your resting leg painfully shiver a bit. Aki and the new guy next to him closed the door behind themselves. You smiled at him. “Feel like we only see one another when I’m beat down. Maybe we should all get a drink when I’m outta here. You too new guy!”
Hirokazu, or the ‘new guy’ stuttered and agreed. He and Aki walked further into the room, dodging the vast amount of balloons and ‘get well soon’ gifts you had. You were quite popular in your division, even other divisions outside of yours due to your cheery attitude. Your small family also was still a part of your life. Aki hands were placed in his slacks pockets, he stared at you like a disappointed father. “If you keep this up you’re not gonna celebrate a new year,” he sighed. You lean back into your bed, resting your aching back. “You sound like my nagging mom! Kidding. What can I say, I’m a sucker for pain,” you wrote off. You pointed at the roof, pretending as if you had something in your hand. You cheered. “I got that fragment though!” Himeno honestly could never understand how you kept this positive vibe. Seeing your job as a game of sorts. No wonder Aki liked you, she thought. Himeno wasn’t jealous of you, well, to a degree. Mostly, because you’re such a good friend, and she would hate to lose both you andAki.
Even if you both got together like Aki possibly dreamed of, she would be happy that you’re both happy. Happy that she still had you bothin her life. She shook her thoughts off and smiled teasingly at you. “If you keep this up you’ll lose that second liver of yours,” she teased. You rest your head on your pillow, your back starting to feel more stiff. You rest your hand on your stomach. “Haha! Maybe? The Claw Devil sure enjoyed chowing down my other one, eh? If I lose this one I won’t have any livers!” You chuckled and Himeno laughed while Aki internally sighed at your own disregard. Hirokazu finally spoke instead of standing there awkwardly. “You only have one liver?” You nodded. “Lost the other in a contract. My family thinks I donated it,” you briefly explain. “I got lucky! It really felt like dying this time.” Lucky. Aki has never despised a word more than ‘lucky.’ How can you say you got luckywhen you’re stuck in such a dreadful place and in pain. How can people say he was luckyto survive when everyone he had died? In this world there’s no such thing as luckif you lose something in the process. That’s not luck.
“Enough.”Aki stated, his voice holding a warning. He was tired of hearing you go-lucky catchphrases. He’s tired of you saying how lucky you are as if you’ll just be alright. Yeah you’re alive but what about your injuries? They won’t heal every time, maybe next time your body will refuse to heal you. Everyone stared at Aki, thinking he was going to say something further, maybe an explanation as to why he’s been so grumpy today, but he didn’t. “Aki, are you alright? I’m the one in the cast here!” Your teasing smile makes Aki turn away, a frown littered on his face. “I’m fine. Just worried,” he muttered. Himeno breaks the silence. “Well we’re all rooting for your recovery! Just know that, bud!” You smiled at her words. “Aw, thanks for visiting guys. It really means a lot,” you beamed. You point at the spiky haired guy. “You too…actually, just realized I never gotcha name, new guy,” you chuckled awkwardly.
He bows politely. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Hirokazu Arai. I work in division four with Aki and Himeno,” he stated. Hirokazu understood now why you were so popular, you were so inviting and cheerful. He could get used to being greeted by your energy everyday. You nodded. “Hirokazu Arai, I’ll remember that! Oh and Makima’s little squad. Then we definitely should go out drinking soon! It’s been forever since I saw the others from that division,” you note. Himeno stands as you point at her. “Himeno, make sure to invite me whenever y’all go out drinkin.’’ She gives you a thumbs up. “I’ll make sure of that,” she promises before bringing Aki into a sudden side hug. “And if I forget, I’m sure Aki will remember! You always do remember to invite (Y/N),” she teased. Aki grounded and shifted his gaze. “You just always forget.”
“Well whoever it will be, invite me next time! I’m only a phone call away, buds.” Himeno removes herself from the hug and places her hands on her hips. “Noted. We should get going. We’ll visit you again when we can, kay?” If you had things your way you would keep them here forever, but you understood that they couldn’t stay forever. You’re no child after all. You sigh disappointingly “Hate to see you guys go, but love to watch ya leave! I wouldn’t want to keep you in this dreadful hospital anyway. See you guys!” You wave them off as they exit. Himeno smiles and gives you a back wave as she exits your room. “Cya bud!” As the door proceeded to close, you shout. “Next time you visit, don’t forget to bring a gift!”
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The skies had cleared itself, and light, sprinkles of rain pampered the ground. Faint sunlight avoiding your room, somehow making you feel more exhausted. You hated hospitals despite being resided in so many in your career as a devil-hunter. In general, you hated just sitting on our ass and not working, not doing anything. Your grandfather used to say that the longer the rest, the less results. You had unfortunately inherited that thinking. It had been a day or two since Himeno, Aki, and Hirokazu visited. Your mother had face-timed you last night, but you had yet to get any visitors this morning. All you did was stare at the dripping rain through the windows. How you wished you could feel the rain peddle down your skin right about now. To feel anything, honestly. The medicine they got you put on to numb the pain dulled you in a turtles shell. You swing your hanged leg simontainely to the tree branch that blew with the wind outside.
Your swinging comes to a stop once you hear footsteps. You turned your gaze to the door, hoping, begging that whoever was walking the hallways this early was here to visit you. You wondered who it was like a child on Christmas, guessing their gift. The anticipation was the true thing that was killing you as you observed the silhouette outside the window of your door, not being able to see them fully. Them just standing there frustrated you. “Damn it, open the door,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip. Thankfully, the handle curved and the door opened to reveal a surprising visitor. “Aki! I honestly expected to see Himeno turn that corner,” you admitted. Your lips curled into a smile at the sight of him. You weren’t hoping he would visit you today, but damn, you were elated it was him visiting you today.
“Well it’s me. I brought you a gift,” he responded, closing the door and walking towards your bed. In his hand was a basket filled with colorful fruit with deep blue flowers. Consider yourself charmed. He places the basket on your lap gently, watching your reaction to make sure he wasn’t hurting you. He was instead blessed with the sight of you staring into his eyes so lovingly, so beautifully. “Aw, you remembered! Let me note that you have a better memory than Himeno,” you chuckled. You wrapped the basket in your arms, doting it. “Thank you, Aki,” you say. You pull back and admire the basket. “I really appreciate it.”
He sits at the edge of your bed, rubbing his face in the hopes of erasing the blush overwhelming him. “There’s something I need to talk to you about (Y/N),” he states, clearing his throat. You move your gaze from his loving gift and to his face. You observed his face before responding. He had a fading blush, and his eyes avoided making contact with yours. The rain hitting the concrete outside held the silence. You shrug. “Kay. So what? Ready to confess your feelings for me?” Aki groans. You’ve always known about Aki’s interest in you, though the discovery wasn’t anything special. As Aki didn’t try to hide it, he didn’t want you not to know. What he did not want was you feeling pressured about his feelings for you, so he avoided the topic. You grinned, but deep down you had a feeling this talk isn’t anything sweet like a confession. Aki sits on the edge of the hospital bed, not yet making eye contact with you.
“No.” he denied bluntly. “I’m worried about you,” he repeated from yesterday. He brought his gaze to you, finding your gaze on him already. A staring contest was held before you replied. “You said this, and I appreciate the care, Aki.” You pluck off a grape from the basket and flip it into your mouth. “What? You’re going to tell me to quit? Move to another division? What could it be?” You taunted, getting annoyed. You had enough lectures from your family about your work and pursuing another safer career then to hear another one from Aki. He really was starting to sound like a nagging mom. Your playful tone tells him to back off. Though, Aki is determined. He’s determined to tell you just how he feels. His gaze was on your face and he searched it like it was a map. Your face has bandages and faded scars resided on it, your eyes had so much life. So much life.
You glared back at his face when you noticed Aki’s eyes. Your mind gets distracted from the annoyance you feel, from how beautiful his eyes were, how soft and caring they looked. And the craziest thing is, that he’s looking this way at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you after staring at your eyes. His question confused you. You shrugged. “I’m still alive aren’t I?” Aki’s eyes never left yours, and not being one to back down, yours never left his. He sighs. “Are you trying to die? Is what I’m asking,” he surmised. You didn’t know what to say in response, hell, what do you say? No? Did he even want you to respond, did you even know? He notices your shift, and continues, grabbing your rough hand. When his hand touches yours, you feel a thousand things flutur. But one thing you felt…was the rain on his hand. Which makes you curl your hand in his. “This has gone on for a long time (Y/N),” he stated, he appreciates the feeling of your hand in his, and instinctively, he wants to protect it.
He squeezes your hand, you appreciate the warmth. Technically he wasn’t wrong. Every path you’ve faced in your life you’ve taken the risky option. It has just happened to always be the best choice for your goal. A goal that has blurred throughout the years, that has overlapped. You exhale as you look away from Aki’s concerned eyes. He places his other hand on top of your entangled ones, leaning closer to you. “Look at yourself. You fight as if you’re trying to die. I’m concerned you’re not well enough to make decisions that’ll affect your life,” he explained. You turned away, your cheerful demeanor from before disappearing. Your mouth was a slanted line, eyes no longer on the male you’re fond of. Who gave him the right to judge you when he’s always worrying you. He wants to die trying to kill the Gun Devil, well you’re willing to die for your goal too. However, you understand why he’d be worried. It’s nice, having someone worry for you.
You call out his name. Your eyes held a determined look, a noticeable shift in your bashful behavior from before. “I am determined to live,” you declare, eyes staring straight into his eyes. “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not trying to get killed or die anytime soon. There’s one thing I want before I die, and I will achieve it. No matter the risk, I will take it with my head up.” Aki silently listened to you as you had listened to his concerns. “You worry me too. One day you’ll die in your quest for justice. My goal probably isn’t as noble as yours but…it’s very important to me and my grandfather.” You sighed, looking away from him. You actually hated being sappy. “I don’t know the reasons behind my actions. So I can’t give you an answer for that, but I can tell you that I have a purpose for being in this career.”
“But thank you anyway Aki,” you muttered, smiling to yourself. “Thank you for caring for me. That’s one thing I love about you compared to these other devil-hunters nowadays,” you say. With the mention of other devil hunters, your look at the get well soon gifts that crowded your hospital room. They didn’t really mean anything. None of them really knew you. But Aki and Himeno, they meant the world. There was an awkward silence for a minute before Aki finally did respond. “You’re welcome…” The silence followed soon after before you burst laughing, the room’s solemn mood from earlier fading away. “What an awkward response, Aki!” You continue laughing, squeezing Aki’s hands in a hug. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how to respond to your sincere words.“And how is that?” His question never got a response as you were too busy laughing before falling to your side. Aki never got a response, and you didn’t get a confession that day. And for the first time in that hospital room, the bright sun proclaimed its light through the window, and declared it a happy evening.
Summary:Warm, almost timid lighting for the eyes, the lusting smell of smoke for the nose, and lastly, the accessible taste of alcohol for each tongue. An old fashioned bar is where you found yourself, a shabby establishment you would say. You had only hoped that Kishibe hadn’t stood you up again like he had done many times in the past, this was important to you. And time was not so limitless for you. To think of the devil means to resurrect them, and Kishibe was there for company, and you think you’ll stay for one more drink for the night.
Petrichor- Ignis Aurum Probat || Hermione x Slytherin! Fem! Reader.
Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled deeply, waiting for Scylla to catch up before both of them went to the great hall for dinner.
The best friends ate silently as the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad boasted about busting the D.A and getting them into detention.
“ Y/l/n, celebrate with us. You too, Vervain. What’s got you two so glum?” Blaise asked, noticing they were the only ones who weren’t joining in on their party.
Y/n just smiled slightly, making some excuse about a headache to get Blaise off her head.
Once his attention was diverted, Scylla spoke up,” Pink Toad is really testing the limits isn’t she?”
Y/n jaws tensed, trying not to punish the poor cutlery in her hands,” When is she not, honestly.”
“Still, banning any issues of the Quibbler is just insane. And quite desperate.”
Y/n hummed before something struck her. She smirked as Scylla brought that topic into light,” Then that means we are doing something right after all. If she’s getting desperate, that means she’s threatened…”
Scylla seemed to catch on her train of thought, a sly grin appearing on her face,”… and once she makes this ban, more people are going to believe Potter’s story since no one likes Umbridge to begin with at all.”
“Exactly”
“Huh. How the tables have turned. And to think it’s her who’s bringing this upon herself.” Scylla chuckled under her breath,” So you going to tell Granger about this happy news?”
It seemed like Y/n had momentarily forgotten about the arrangement to meet her girlfriend, but no one could really blame her. Listening to Umbridge was guaranteed to fry most of your brain cells off.
“Please don’t tell me you forgot.”
“Uhm…no of course not. I was just thinking about something else.” Y/n lied, quite terribly. Scylla just hummed in apprehension before letting it rest.
Later that night, near midnight the H/c girl sneaked out of her dormitory and left for the astronomy tower.
Once she reached the door, narrowly avoiding getting caught by Filch, she cast the silencing spell under her breath, before making her way up the tiny staircase.
Upon seeing the brunette already present, she feared she might have been late,” Have you been waiting long?”
Hermione turned around, giving a small smile, eyes still distant thinking about something,” No. Just arrived.”
Quietly sighing in relief, the Slytherin walked up to her and tried to see what had the Gryffindor princess so riled up.
After a couple minutes of silence, her patience had worn thin,” Are we going to converse or just keep stargazing?”
“ Stargazing seems pretty romantic, don’t you think?” Hermione slightly smiled before sighing,” but maybe that could wait for a while.”
She sat down, patting the spot beside her for the other girl to sit as well before she began,” Are you mad I told them?”
The (y/h/c) girl gave it a thought, analyzing what she felt before looking up,” I don’t think I’m mad. I am quite…surprised, for the lack of a better word. I thought you wanted to keep it to yourself for a bit longer, the last time we talked?”
Hermione could see the questions swimming behind her girlfriend’s eyes and again felt guilty about the reason she had revealed their secret in the first place,” I-…well yes. I did.”
She gulped before averting her eyes towards the ceiling, not having the courage to look at the Slytherin who’s trust she had been slowly gaining,” I’m really sorry Y/n.”
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and concern, her hand gently taking hold of the Gryffindor’s and squeezing it,” About what? What’s going on?”
“ You had disappeared. I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t find you anywhere and even Scylla didn’t seem to know and then you lied to me about where you were going to and -”
“Princess, slow down” Y/n calmed the bookworm, trying to make sense of her ramble,” What are you getting at?”
Hermione finally met her gaze before whispering,” I slipped up about our relationship because i was ..I was getting worried that you might’ve been the reason we got..caught”
Her voice had died down by the time she finished her sentence and Y/n wouldn’t have even heard it entirely if it wasn’t for the pin-drop silence that surrounded them.
Her hand slowly left the Gryffindor’s, processing what was just said,” You still don’t trust me…”
Hermione tried to desperately explain, not wanting to lose the Slytherin,” No! No, I don’t even know if I truly believed it but it just kept plag-”
Y/n held up her hand, not wanting to hear anything more . She took a deep breath, trying to stabilize her emotions before she got up to leave.
Hermione followed her till the door and grabbed her wrist,” Y/n listen! I really didn’t-”
“It still plagued you enough to slip, Hermione” Y/n finally said, her voice surprisingly calm,” It riled you up enough to get consumed by it. Doesn’t that say enough about the trust you have in me.”
She turned around slightly,” I don’t think this” she gestured towards them,” will work if we didn’t even trust each other to a decent amount.”
Not being able to believe what the Slytherin was suggesting, she uttered the first thing that came to her mind,” Well, if you tried being a bit more honest, maybe I wouldn’t have such doubts!”
Y/n silently gasped at the accusation before turning around to face the Gryffindor, eyes blazing,” I have been nothing but honest with you Granger!”
“Then why won’t you tell me where you have been!?”
“Because I made a promise not to!”
Hermione inhaled sharply,” Does that promise mean more to you than I do? Can’t you even trust me to keep a secret for you?”
Y/n screwed her eyes shut, thinking her words through before replying,” I have more respect for the person I made this promise to. It is not trust, it’s about keeping my word. “
She opened her eyes, her gaze cold,” I told you I’d tell you when I could. I never refused.”
She turned to leave again before stopping to say one last thing,” It would be better if we didn’t meet anymore. Goodnight, Princess.”
***
Y/n sat in front of the fireplace, eyes staring into the void as the memory of a couple hours ago kept playing in her head.
It might’ve been around two in the morning but she couldn’t bring herself to fall asleep. It helped that they didn’t have any classes the next day, she could sleep in and avoid interacting with people.
Who was I trying to fool? This was never going to last. Nothing good ever does.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice she wasn’t the only one in the common room.
His voice brought her out of her trance,” You sneaked out?”
She looked behind her to find Blaise sitting at one of the desks in the room, finishing his assignment. She looked confused as to who he was addressing before her eyes fell on the frozen figure near the door.
Scylla slowly turned towards him, eyes flitting to Y/n for a second before going back to him,” Uh……yes. As you can clearly see. Why ask the obvious?”
Y/n and Scylla looked in apprehension at Blaise, who just stared right back at them before shrugging,” I don’t care what you’ve been up to , if that’s why you are worried. Pretty sure snogging someone. “
He smirked when he saw Scylla’s face change the slightest bit of red. He gathered his stuff and bid them goodnight in the next couple minutes.
Y/n went back to staring at the fire, avoiding Scylla’s eyes.
That turned out to be a mistake seeing how her not meeting her best friend’s eyes only confirmed to Scylla that something was wrong.
But Scylla didn’t approach her and continued towards her room. Y/n was quite surprised, having expected quite a nagging from the raven haired girl.
And she wasn’t wrong, because in the next few minutes she was met with someone bumping something cold on her shoulder, jolting her out of her thoughts.
She turned around to find a bottle of firewhiskey being handed to her, Scylla bringing two glasses to fill for them both.
After both of them had a filled glass in hand, Y/n looked at the girl in question.
Scylla rolled her eyes,” I have a couple bottles stacked in my trunk. Sneaked them from home.” she trained her eyes onto the (y/h/c) girl,” You look like you need it.”
Y/n chuckled dryly before taking a huge sip, instantly gagging slightly. Scylla laughed,” You aren’t supposed to chug it, you git.”
Silence followed after, nothing much was said, just the clunks of glasses hitting the table being heard.
“So are we just going to sit in silence and drink the night away?” Scylla asked, her words slurring just a tad bit. When she was met with a quiet but tired look from Y/n she continued,” not like i have any issues with that. We can totallyyyy just drink throughout the night.”
She took it as a win when Y/n gave her the slightest bit of a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“We broke up.”
It was whispered so faintly that Scylla didn’t catch it,” You better speak up if you expect me to hear it”
“ We- I think we broke up.”
It took Scylla an entirety of three whole minutes to actually process what was said,” I’m sorry but WHAT!?”
“Shush!!!” Y/n shushed her loudly,” You are going to get us caught. And I’m the prefect here, I’ll be in more trouble!”
Scylla took another sip, trying to steady herself before asking again,” You broke up?”
When Y/n just shrugged and continued drinking her alcohol, Scylla stood up and marched towards the door.
“Where are you going at this hour?”
“To give Granger a piece of my mind.”
Y/n sputtered out a bit of her drink,” It’s nearly three in the morning!”
That seemed to stop the other Slytherin who took a moment to think things a bit more through before taking her seat back, not ceasing to grumble. Y/n bit her bottom lip,” And well…I was the one who broke up. How are you going to give her your piece of mind?”
Scylla instantly turned towards her, speaking dangerously low,” You broke up with her?”
She narrowed her eyes in anger when Y/n nodded,” If you are going to go on another spiel about this not working out because of your family, Merlin have mercy, I will kill you.”
Y/n clicked her tongue as she turned back to the fireplace,” No, though I guess that would’ve happened soon enough.”
She turned around in annoyance when a cushion hit her head,” Well then don’t leave me suspense. Tell me what happened.”
After finishing her glass, Y/n relented and told her about everything that had transpired in the Astronomy Tower. And she wouldn’t be wrong to conclude Scylla was angrier than she was in the beginning.
“Wow! You haven’t told me where you were either and it’s not like I stopped trusting you because of that!”
Y/n didn’t have much to say to that so she let Scylla grumble for a bit longer before trying to calm her down.
It took a bit of convincing but Scylla finally relented and granted her best friend’s wish on not hunting down the Gryffindor and creating a scene.
A somber atmosphere filled the Slytherin common room as the hours passed by.
They continued to drink for some more time before Scylla spoke up,” What do you think you want to do after this entire thing is finished and the upcoming war is over?”
Y/n lethargically blinked,” That’s out of nowhere. First and foremost would be leaving my household.”
Both shared a quiet chuckle,” Yes, please”.
Y/n thought a bit more before answering,” I think I’d like to be a healer. Or an Auror. That would be cool.”
“An auror would suit you, yeah” Scylla nodded before Y/n directed the question towards her,” Me? Hm. Honestly, I can’t see past the war for now. Probably because we were born at a time where war is all we’ve known in a way I guess…”
“I wouldn’t blame you on that.”
“I’m still hunting down Granger tomorrow”
“I know.”
***
The next morning was less chaotic than Y/n had expected it to be.
Somehow Scylla had resorted to only death-glaring the brunette instead of marching up to her and causing all of Hogwarts to know their business. Could’ve had something to do with Rae giving her some talk before breakfast, but whatever it was, she was thankful.
The first class that morning was with Umbridge. Y/n regretted not bringing a flask of firewhiskey because she knew she could not handle the toad without punching someone, in the current state that she was in.
Nevertheless, it seemed like the Weasley twins took the role of the firewhiskey because they definitely made her entire day with their pranks.
It was the most she had laughed in a while as she watched Umbridge stutter and stammer and utterly fail to control the firecrackers.
She was also amongst the crowd of the students who were at the balcony, watching the twins fly away from the prison that Hogwarts had become.
Good for them…
***
“You have some nerve coming up to me” Scylla snarked, eyes not wavering from the Gryffindor who couldn’t seem to hold the same eye contact.
“I can’t believe you roped my girlfriend into this as well” Scylla went on when the brunette couldn’t seem to speak up,” The only reason I haven’t left yet is because I am curious about what prompted you to corner me in this classroom. So speak.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes at the tone used but chose not to comment on it,” I gather that Y/n has told you about what happened the other night.”
Scylla didn’t answer and the brunette took that as an affirmation,” Was this some kind of a sick joke to her?”
Hermione internally cursed herself for asking that when she saw Scylla’s eyes widen before blazing with something akin to anger,” If you are here to bloody shit on her, I suggest you stop right now before I do something that will make me end up in detention.”
Scylla made a move to leave when Hermione spoke up again,” Wait!” She sighed,” If this was all serious and no joke, why won’t she trust me enough to let me know what’s going on?”
Scylla turned back around and looked the Gryffindor up and down before answering,” If it wasn’t a joke to you, why won’t you trust her enough to let her keep secrets?”
The Slytherin raised an eyebrow when Hermione fell silent.
“You aren’t an authority she answers to Granger. Remember that.”
“Do you know?” Hermione asked after a beat, just as Scylla was out the door of the classroom. The Slytherin stopped midway and her answer was a kick to Gryffindor’s gut.
” No. But I don’t abandon people for things they aren’t ready to tell”.
***
Y/n was about to leave McGonagall’s class when the said professor interrupted her,” Hope you continue to work hard Ms. Y/l/n. You’ve made really good progress and I would suggest you maintain and push forward”.
The glint in the professor’s eyes had more meaning than what was spoken out and Y/n was able to grasp that quite well.
“And please, do give yourself a sufficient amount of rest”.
Y/n gave the older witch a weak smile, before making her way back to the dorms.
I wish it was that easy Professor…
***
“Hermione, what’s up with Slytherin’s best friend glaring at you all week?” Ron asked as he stuffed his face with chicken.
Harry scrunched up his face in disgust a little before looking at Hermione who seemed lost in her own world. He nudged her a little,” Hey, you good?”
Hermione startled awake, as if she was asleep this whole time and looked around,” Pardon?”
Ron furrowed his eyebrows and shared a look with Harry before reiterating his question again.
Hermione stole a glance towards the Slytherin table before focusing her gaze on her dinner.
She noticed the red rimmed eyes and eye bags under the Slytherin’s eyes, making her heart ache a little.
Was she the cause of that?
She averts her eyes quickly when the Slytherin Prefect meets her eyes across the hall.
She bites her tongue and chews on the inside of her mouth, contemplating on how to break the news to the boys about what had happened a week ago.
“Hermione, what is it?” Harry asked, sensing the inner turmoil. Rom immediately jumped to the worst conclusions and became livid,” Did she betray you? Hurt you? Oh i’m going to kill that bi-”
“Ron, stop” Hermione finally uttered, eyes still not lifting up,” We had an argument, that’s all. Scylla probably doesn’t like the way I reacted to the situation. We mi-”
She stopped herself midway, deciding she can tell them her problems later and focus on what is more important,” Forget it, we have other things to discuss” .
Both the boys wanted to argue with her but her tone told them the decision was final.
***
“Hey, Y/n where are you going now?” Scylla asked, Draco stopping mid-step as well,” We have patrolling duty, remember?”
Y/n didn’t stop walking but still slowed her pace down,” Oh, I have to study. I’m running a bit behind on some of the assignments. Cover the shift for me please”
Before both the Slytherins could say anything else, the (y/h/c) girl was out of sight.
They just shrugged at each other before continuing on their way.
***
Y/n rushed through the hallway to Umbridge’s office, one of the other Squad members having found her in the library, saying it was important and that Umbridge wanted all of them there.
She opened the heavy door, panting lightly,” I apologize for the tardiness Headmistress”
“Oh, it’s no problem. You are right on time actually. Make sure none of them move a muscle” Umbridge commanded in her high squeaky voice that always managed to grate on Y/n’s nerves.
That was when Y/n was able to take in the situation inside the room, which had just a bit too much pink for her liking. She could see why the meeting was suddenly so important.
Her eyes fell on Harry who seemed bound to the chair with Umbridge taunting every single thing that the boy answered.
Umbridge turned to her for a second,” What are you just standing there for? Get to work.”
Y/n quickly got hold of the Gryffindor brunette beside her and held her hands tightly behind her back. She pulled the bookworm to the corner of the room, a little away from Umbridge and the rest of the squad but the room being tiny made that a bit of a challenging task.
“Get your hands off her, you bitch!” Ron shouted, struggling against Blaise’s hold.
“I’d watch what I say if I were you, Weasley” Y/n hissed.
Hermione did prove a lot stronger than she looked and Y/n had to do everything in her power to not accidentally hurt the Gryffindor witch while not letting go of her hold on her. After having tolerated a couple seconds, she stomped her foot on Hermione’s to effectively get her attention.
“Stop struggling for a second and listen.” Y/n whispered. Hermione was about to protest but something in her told to comply,” I want you to stay still for sometime and let me think of a way to get you all out of this, alright?”
But before the Slytherin could even figure out an escape plan, Hermione yelled, “Stop!”
Umbridge was a moment away from using the cruciatus curse but Hermione’s shout caught her attention right at the nick of time.
“Hermione, no!” Harry yelled desperately.
“What are you doing Granger” Y/n hisses under her breath, her grip on Hermione’s arm tightening subconsciously but Hermione paid her no mind.
“We have to…”
“Well, tell me! I don’t have all day!” Umbridge exclaimed, looking at Hermione menacingly.
The Gryffindor took a deep breath before answering,” We-We were trying to find Professor Dumbledore.”
Umbridge raised an eyebrow in interest,” Dumbledore you say…And child, why were you trying to contact the former headmaster?”
Scylla looked at Y/n in question as if asking her to somehow shut Hermione up but she was as clueless as anyone else in the room.
Hermione made a show of having an internal conflict as she answered,” Dumbledore asked us to make a weapon. We had to inform him that it’s ready…”
Umbridge grinned, a sinister glint appearing in her eyes. She looked around the room and cleared her throat,” You and Mr. Potter will lead me to this weapon. Immediately.”
The pink toad then turned to Draco and Y/n specifically,” Make sure no one leaves this room until we return.”
As Y/n let Hermione go, she looked at the Gryffindor with uncertainty. The bookworm seemed to catch on and sent a quick glance towards the Slytherin, in hopes of reassuring the girl a bit.
Y/n leaned back on the wall, looking at each and every occupant of the room properly and could clearly see the questions laced in Ginny and Ron’s faces as they looked back at her.
She just sighed and closed her eyes for the time being.
***
Draco paced around the room, grinning with mischief and satisfaction,” I can’t wait until you Weasleys are expelled. You have been stinking this castle up way too much”
“Shut up” Ron growled and looked like he would’ve pounced on the Platinum blonde boy if it wasn’t for Blaise restraining him.
Seeing how none of them could physically harm him, Draco went on,” You guys are just as bad as theMudbloods, blood traitors!”
Y/n opened her eyes and narrowed them at her cousin in warning,” Draco.”
Before Draco could continue, Hermione and Harry came through the door, panting.
With no Umbitch behind them.
And that’s when chaos erupted.
Both the groups started fighting each other in any way they could, Luna kicked Gayle in the shins, Ginny punched Draco in his stomach and a lot more that just couldn’t be deciphered clearly.
Y/n discreetly removed herself from the main fight and stood at the corner of the room. Her eye caught the fireplace before glancing at Potter’s group.
The only way they could get to wherever they had to go was if the Squad wasn’t there.
“Duratus Artus…”
Suddenly, every Slytherin in the room froze in their spots. None could move any of their muscles except for their eyes.
The other group looked around in confusion, freaked out by the sudden magic spell that seemed to only affect the Squad.
But regardless of it, they decided to seize the moment and made their way to the fireplace. Though just before stepping in, Hermione stole one glance at the Slytherin prefect in the corner and couldn’t help the small knowing smile that grazed her face before getting engulfed by green flames.
***
Y/n paced the hallways near Umbridge’s office. It helped that it was Slytherin’s night for patrol, so she could stay out without getting in too much trouble.
But that was the last thing on her mind at that moment.
“Your pacing isn’t going to make them come any faster” Scylla yawned as she got dizzy looking at her best friend,”Y/n sit down, you are going to give me a headache”.
But all words went to deaf ears.
Y/n was lost in her own world, arms crossed across her chest and eyes never being taken off the tiles.
It was past four in the morning when Y/n heard something down the hall. She took out her wand and shook Scylla awake,” Wake up!”
“W-What, What!?” Scylla sputtered, eyes still half closed.
“There’s someone over there” Y/n whispered harshly, having her wand at-the-ready as she approached the noise, Scylla closing following behind.
“It can’t be them, they would have had to cross the hallway we were in if they returned…right?” Y/n whispered, not really expecting a reply.
Both of them hid behind the wall around the curve when they heard familiar voices. Their eyes widened before they turned the corner.
“You’ve returned!” The Slytherin prefect exclaimed before running towards Hermione, engulfing her in a tight hug. The gryffindor was shocked for a second before squeezing back just as tight.
They weren’t sure how long the hug lasted for but a clearing of the throat made them spring apart. Dumbledore looked at them amused before taking his departure.
Scylla looked at Harry who looked like he had seen a ghost and approached him,” You alright there, Potter?”
Harry absent mindedly nodded before Ron and Neville forced him towards the Gryffindor tower.
Ginny turned back to look at Hermione in silent question to which she replied,” You go on ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.”
“I’ll take my leave as well, I really need sleep” Scylla yawned before making her way to the Slytherin dungeons.
The remaining girls looked at each other for a couple seconds before Y/n spoke up,” I should probably go to sleep as well.”
Her face was back to being neutral but before she could turn her back Hermione stopped her,” Wait”
Y/n turned towards the brunette, tilting her head in question.
“You clearly have something that you want to spit out”
Y/n narrowed her eyes at the brunette, not liking the fact that someone could read her that well. This was dangerous.
“Well? Are you just going to stand there?” Hermione prodded, crossing her arms across her chest.
Y/n just stared for a silent minute before huffing,” Astronomy Tower. Now.” She didn’t wait to see if the brunette followed but the footsteps that soon resonated against her own was indication enough.
The walk to the tower had been a quiet one. Hermione’s confidence slowly withered in the silence she had to endure in the company of the Slytherin who somehow felt close yet unfamiliar.
And having the voice in her head being the only audible company did nothing to ease her nerves about their relationship. If there was still something left of it.
The (Y/h/c) girl opened the door and looked at the brunette expectantly. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows for a second before understanding what that gesture meant.
“Right, sorry.”
Y/n entered right after and locked the door behind her. Still with no verbal communication, she strode towards the balcony and stood beside the window, closing her eyes as a breeze brushed past her.
Hermione took a moment and just let herself enjoy the view in front of her, trying not to give into the tears stinging at the back of her eyes as she remembered she might never see this again.
Feelthis again.
When the Gryffindor finally got the courage to face her fate, the Slytherin prefect turned towards her.
She took a deep breath before hitting Hermione’s shoulder harshly. Hermione stumbled back in surprise but stopped short of whatever was bubbling up her throat when she noticed the tears glistening in Y/n eyes.
“Y/n-”
“No! You don’t get to Y/n me right now.” Y/n inhaled sharply,” Tell me, where did you all sneak off to?”
Hermione stuttered, not expecting the tone the (y/h/n) girl used against her,” Uhm, uh, the ministry…”
“TheMINISTRY!?” Y/n’s eyes bulged out,” At this hour!? At this period of time with the Minister being cuckoo and Umbitch here,as part of the ministry!?”
Hermione didn’t get a chance to tell her side of the story before Y/n plunged into hysterics,” Are you fucking out of your mind, Hermione!? What were you thinking!? What could be so bloody important that you had to sneak off to the ministry FROM UMBITCH’S OFFICE!”
“I-”
“You don’t know a bloody thing do you-”
” Y/n-”
“ Do you understand how dangerous that-”
The Gryffindor finally lost her patience and grabbed the Slytherin by her shoulders, shaking her until she stopped rambling her head off. The sudden jerk seemed to pull the girl out of her spiral and take a moment to breathe.
Hermione took that opportunity to speak, reliving moments that she wished she could erase from her memory forever.
The more she narrated, the more quiet the Slytherin prefect became, processing everything being thrown at her.
“… We got ambushed. Lucius Malfoy and other death eaters. Bellatrix was there too…”
Y/n couldn’t hold in the gasp this time,’ Lucius and Aunt Trixie were there…no…merlin, no….” She steadied herself against the wall, eyes unseeing anything in front of them. It seemed like the severity of the night had just sunk into her.
Hermione paused, though she didn’t look up at the Slytherin.
She didn’t have to, the tremors in the girl’s voice was enough to tell her there was more to unpack in that tiny phrase. Things that she lost the right to learn about the last time they were in the tower together.
She wiped the stray tears away quickly, before the other prefect could notice them. She didn’t know if it was because of her guilt and ache for the Slytherin or because of everything that had transpired just a couple hours prior.
“Yeah… the whole package huh, definitely took us by surprise” the Gryffindor chuckled weakly after a moment, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n looked up at the brunette, eyes looking a little more alive and gave a small nod.
Hermione took that as a cue to continue and let out a shuddering breath,” …It was scary Y/n/n… We were chased and hunted like prey. And in the end we were caught” Her voice became quieter by the second,” all of us were gravely injured. I thought we were done for.”
Y/n could feel her heart become heavy as she listened on.
“If it-if it wasn’t for the Order….. None of us would be here right now.”
Hermione turned towards the Slytherin, tears coating her cheeks as her lips trembled,” I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n.”
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the sudden apology but was soon answered.
“The moment when one of the death eaters had a wand to my neck, the only thought that struck out was how we left things. HowI left off things. And how i might never be able to apologize or let you know that i did not mean anything that i said that night, that i do trust you, that i-”
“Granger.” Y/n interrupted ,”I forgive you.”
“You..do?” Hermione blinked in disbelief.
Y/n sighed as she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes briefly,” Yeah. I won’t be able to forget it though. Or say that I wasn’t hurt. “ She looked at the brunette,” because I was. And I might not be able to trust you completely any time soon either, not when you have your own doubts which I don’t blame you for.”
Before Hermione could completely lose the hope in her eyes, she continued,” But, I am ready to work through that with you, if you want.”
It took Hermione a full second to process what was implied before she broke into something that sounded like a choked sob and exclamation at the same time.
The Gryffindor cleared her throat, sniffling a little,” Yeah. I would love that.”
Silence fell over them once again as they listened to the early morning chirping of birds before something struck Hermione. She looked pensively at the slytherin who had her eyes closed again.
“I can feel you staring, Princess.”
Hermione bit her lip to hide the smile that threatened to creep up at hearing that god awful nickname again. Who knew she’d actually miss it.
“What is it?” Y/n asked before she finally took in the injuries that coated the brunette’s body and pursed her lips,” We need to treat those first.”
Hermione brushed her off,” Slight bruises, they don’t need immediate attention. But I wanted to ask. Are you now allowed to tell me what you were hiding?”
Y/n stared at her for a while, as if her eyes were boring into her soul.
Without another word, the Slytherin stood up and walked towards the door.
‘Did I step on a boundary already?’ Hermione chided herself before moving to stop the girl she just got back.
But the slytherin stopped on her own and stood in the center of the room. She could feel the confusion emitting from the Gyffindor and proceeded not to delay it any further.
Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Hermione’s eyes widened as she observed. Once where her girlfriend was standing, now stood a tigress.
Hermione stumbled back in surprise before looking in awe.
The tigress sat down, patiently waiting for the Gryffindor to get her bearings back. The girl’s eyes wandered all over the tigress, trying to grasp what was being shown to her.
After a moment the brunette slowly approached the animal, hands running through the soft fur causing the tigress to close her eyes and lean into the touch,” You are beautiful.”
The tigress chuffed, causing Hermione to snort,”Your welcome.”
After taking a couple more seconds to admire the majestic creature towering over her she pulled away and Y/n took that as a sign to turn back to her human form,” That was what I was hiding.”
Hermione nodded, still in awe, before another question made itself present,“Why?”
“McGonagall didn’t want anyone knowing. If word got out, who knows what Umbridge and the ministry would’ve done.” Y/n shuddered just thinking about it,” And I myself did not want anyone knowing. I would rather keep this information out of the ears of anyone, in fear of it reaching my family.”
Y/n didn’t need to continue, Hermione understood the implication and the hidden motives in the Slytherin’s answer.
“Thank you”
Y/n just shrugged before pointing at the brunette’s arm,” You want to get that dressed or would you rather bleed to death?”
“He’ll be as good as new in a couple of weeks,” Bruce reassured you just outside the private room Frank was in. “The ribs aren’t broken but severely bruised can’t say the same for his nose; that’s broken pretty well. There’re several lacerations that I stitched up but he’ll make a full recovery.”
“Thank you, doc,” You whisper, patting his shoulder before slipping into the room. “Good news, you’ll live,” you tell Frank.
“I’m gonna kill myself if I have to stay here the full two weeks,” Frank snarls.
“I ought to chain you to the bed after the stunt you pulled,” You snarled back, pulling a chair up to his bed.
“You should have seen yourself, baby. You were downright miserable. I was doing everyone a favor by going to get him,” Frank shoots back.
“Only you didn’t get him. Did you?” You ask, tilting your head. “You got caught and had the shit kicked out of you. I still haven’t heard a thank you for risking the tide of the war to come save your ass,” Frank glass huffing and buffing like a child. “Fine, you’re not ready for that, I get it. You’d have to admit you were wrong for going by yourself and you’re too much of a child,” You snapped standing up. “I have a kingdom - no - I have two kingdoms to run now. So, maybe I should be thanking you for forcing my hand,”
You spun around and marched for the door. You didn’t want to argue with him, but Frank always brought out the fiery side of yourself. At this point it was like arguments was your personal love language.
“Thank you,” Frank whispers before you could reach the door. You pause. “And I’m sorry but please don’t leave,”
You took a calming breath before turning back to him. Just like that Frank’s big eyes pulled you back in. You gravitated towards him and took a seat on the bed by his legs.
“I appreciate what you tried to do,” You whisper, rubbing his thigh. “But for the love of God don’t ever do something like that again. I don’t care if you’re risking your life to save my omega. I won’t trade one for the other. You’re just as important,” You stress. “You’re not worth less then Matt. Don’t risk it again,”
“Matt’s pack,” Frank mutters. “It wasn’t just for you,” You smirked feeling your heart swell. “It was mainly for you but not just,” Frank adds, averting his gaze as his vulnerable side comes out.
“He’ll love you,” You whisper, leaning over to kiss his forehead. He wasn’t having that though. He grabs the back of your head and lowers you to his lips. You smirk giving him what he wants. “Get some rest, baby,” You whisper to him pulling back. He growls clawing at you, but you slip from his grasp. “Be a good boy and stay in bed,”
“I’m not staying here for two weeks,” He points at you. You doubted he’d stay there for two more hours.
“Good boys get rewarded,” You wink at him. His growl turns into a long groan. You laugh sliding out of the room. You walk up to Bruce. “If he gives you too much trouble send him to my room,”
“Of course, your majesty,” Bruce bows.
“Oh, and make sure he doesn’t try to climb out the window,” You add. Bruce raises his eyebrows at you, and you shrug. “He’s ornery like that,” You shrug.
“I’ll make Nat watch over him,” Bruce says. You hum thinking about it.
“That’s a confrontation I’d like to see,” You whisper. “Do what you will. I trust you,” You reassure him before leaving the hospital wing.
Before you go to find Matt, you decide to get some work done. You haven’t been back long, and you knew that after everything that’s happened, he would need time to adjust. Plus, you were nervous to see him.
“Ugh, we’ve been at this for hours,” Yelena complains.
“We’re ending a war, of course there’s a lot to do,” You mumble.
“Didn’t expect so much paperwork,” Yelena added grumpily. “Look, the war’s been going on for years. You really expect to finish all this in one night?” You sigh rubbing your face. “Go to Matt, my king, please,” Yelena pleads. “And let the rest of us get some down time,” You let out a soft laugh before nodding.
“Go home, Yelena,”
“Yes,” She hisses standing up. You smirk watching her practically sprint from the room. You clean up around you before tracking your mate. You had given him his own room thinking he’d like his own space but when you got there he was nowhere to be found and neither was his guard.
Growling you begin to search for him a little more frantically until you found his guard outside your room. You march up to them and they straighten up.
“Leave us,” You order before entering your room. When you close the door behind you spot Matt climbing in through the window. He drops to the floor breathing heavily.
“Hi,” Matt greets.
“Great,” You sigh walking over to your minifridge. “Now I have two escape artists to keep track of,” You grab a water and toss it to Matt. The blind man doesn’t flinch and catches it without worry. He sends you a sly grin. “I have a lot to learn about you, don’t I?” He lets out a small laugh and chugs his water.
“How’s Frank?” Matt asks. The subtle concern in his voice brings a smile to your face.
“He’ll live,” You promise. “Although, I suspect he’s anywhere but the castle at the moment,”
“You didn’t tell me you had bonded someone,” Matt brings up.
“Well, I was a little distracted when I met you,” you told him, slowly closing the gap. “I’m sorry if me bonding Frank hurts you,” You whisper softly.
“It doesn’t,” Matt shakes his head. “Surprisingly,” He adds with a small laugh. “I met him when Fisk took him,”
“Did you jump each other’s bones?” You ask, greedy for information. Matt laughs loudly.
“Didn’t get the chance but he smells…” Matt breathes in deeply. Frank’s scent wasn’t fresh in the room, but it was lingering. His plus your fragrance was a perfect perfume.
“It’s like we were all destined,” You smirk. Matt nods with a small hum.
You had kept some distance wanting to respect Matt, but he was tired of it. He nuzzled into your neck and your arms wrapped around him instantly. You purr holding him close.
“Did you not like the room I gave you?” You ask him. He hums but doesn’t give you a straight answer. “If you prefer this one, then it’s yours,” Matt smiles, rubbing his head against yours as he leans back. “Whatever’s mine is yours,”
“I just want to be wherever you are,” Matt whispers. You couldn’t stop the stupid grin from forming on your face even if you wanted too. “Is there anyone else in our pack?” Matt wonders, keeping his head pressed against yours. You frown your eyebrows and slowly shake your head.
“No. It’s just the three of us,” You mutter. You lightly run your fingers against his jawline. “What is it?” You ask softly.
“It’s just… My senses are more… enhanced than regular omegas. Smell, sounds, touch,” He whispers, gripping your hips. “Are all dialed up,”
“These are my chambers. I tend to have meetings here with some of my council. If this is to be your nest then I’ll move the meetings,” You promise him.
“This scent,” Matt pulls away from you, looking towards the closet. “I can’t describe it,” Your heart plummets as everything clicks. Matt’s head snaps back to you. “What’s wrong?” He asks.
“Nothing,” You whisper, grabbing his hands. “There used to be another member but… they’re gone,”
“Gone,” Matt mutters. You sigh hoping Frank wouldn’t be angry at you for sharing this.
“Her name was Maria. She was Frank’s wife when I met them,” You explain sitting at the table. Matt takes a seat on your lap making you grin and cuddle into him. “She was working in the castle. We instantly clicked and when I met Frank the three of us were always together. She was pack but I felt more for Frank. She approved of me courting him after I vowed to take care of her as well. I bonded with Frank and never once suggested Maria go somewhere else.
“We had to be careful. Nobody could know of our relationship because of me being the princess. Only a select few knew. I’m sure more people know now but they just have the decency to turn the other way.
“Maria eventually had two beautiful children. I loved them as fiercely as Frank and Maria loved them. They were our children. I couldn’t risk getting pregnant with his kids. A scandal like that while we’re on the brink of a war? It would destroy us.
“Things were tense but none of us expected a battle right here. A group of Fisk’s men breached the castle. By the time I found them…” You voice fades as tears come to your eyes. Matt rubs his head against yours while tightening his grip around you. “We lost all three of them,” You whimpered.
That night. The night Maria, Lisa, and Frankie Jr. died was the night your father declared war. You rarely had time to mourn before being thrown into battle strategy and the most intense political moves you’ve experienced.
“I almost lost Frank with them,” You added with even more vulnerability. Your heart was shattered when the three members of your pack died but you wouldn’t have a heart left if Frank didn’t come back to you. “He blamed me for their deaths. Being princess, I have power and recourses yet none of that mattered. I wasn’t there, I couldn’t protect them,”
“That’s bullshit,” Frank grumbles grunting as he climbs in through the window. Your head snaps over to him. You growl annoyed knowing he was deliberately annoying you by climbing through the window.
A second later Natasha bursts into the room. Matt’s growling defensively not knowing Nat nor liking her barging into the room he’s already designated as his nest. You huff already feeling a headache coming on. You settle Matt with some light purring and a couple of soft kisses before looking at Natasha.
“I’ve got it Nat, go home,” You mutter. She bows before throwing a fierce glare at Frank who just smirks and waves. You growl at him threateningly which wipes the smirk off his face and puts it on Nat’s. She throws a wink at him before leaving.
Matt reluctantly stands allowing you to walk over to Frank. You help him straighten up before promptly checking his bandages. Frank lets you for a couple of moments before grabbing your hands and kissing your forehead.
“I never blamed you,” He mutters against your forehead. You sighed not believing him. He pulls you into his chest and engulfs you in his arms. His scent surrounds you slowly helping you relax. “I was angry and sometimes I took it out on you but never once did I blame you,” He whispers.
It wasn’t the best time for you two. You couldn’t comfort him or be a good alpha due to your overwhelming responsibilities for the war and your own grief. Frank turned his grief to rage and took it out on the criminals and anyone who was affiliated with Fisk.
It was only when he spent three weeks in the hospital because of how injured he was did you step in. The two of you were just torturing yourselves. You needed each other. The bond was already fracturing and if it continued it would destroy both of you beyond repair.
A moment later you feel Matt pressing against your back. Frank’s arms adjust to hold him as well. The three of you move to the bed keeping Matt in the middle of you both. You and Frank had comforted each other numerous times over the matter but now you had Matt. With him the both of you were beginning to feel complete again.
Matt laid on his back with Frank on his side nuzzling into Matt’s neck. You were on your side as well pressed into Matt, but you kept your head up to be able to look at them both.
“What were they like?” Matt asks softly.
You and Frank had so many stories to tell. One after the other fell from your lips. The three of you laughed and smiled at most of them. You explained everything in vivid detail to help him visualize in his mind.
You knew if Maria was alive, she would have been right beside Frank in his decision to go get Matt. Only she would have clued you in and made it to where the three of you went on the mission. She always wanted what was best for you two and it was as clear as day that Matt was pack.
Slowly, the talking came to a stop. You and Frank both fell quiet basking in the comfortable silence. Before you knew it both of your mates were fast asleep. They both were nursing injuries and needed their rest.
You couldn’t bear to take your eyes off of them. You finally had them both together in the safety of your room. The war is over. Everything was falling into place.
You were trepidatious. If history taught, you anything peace never lasted. If Maria had taught, you anything it was that the people you love could always be taken from you. You could advocate for peace and fight tooth and nail for the ones you love but in the end it wouldn’t matter. War is inevitable and nobody could defeat death.
You wondered how long you would have them. Frank didn’t make it easy. He picked fights and never ran from one. Something told you that Matt was the same exact way.
Even though there is peace there is still tension. There are many in Fisk’s kingdom that aren’t happy with the change in authority. They’d hate it even more when you begin to break up the kingdom and spread the wealth to your allies. You are certain uprises would happen and prayed you’d squash them quickly.
To help appease the people you knew you needed to crown Matt quickly. He would be in the public eye - your male omega queen. A lot of people wouldn’t be happy about that just like they weren’t happy with a female alpha king. You didn’t have to please everyone, but you had to make them comfortable enough to not act against you.
Matt would make a good queen, you knew it. From the little you’ve seen of him you’ve seen his kindness and compassion for the people. You’ve seen his determination to bring law and justice in a corrupt kingdom.
If the people didn’t love him immediately then they would learn to love him when they see him in action. He isn’t the typical omega. He’ll be very hands on in every matter - not just matters deemed necessary for him.
You knew there was so much more to Matt than being prince, omega, and your queen. Where was he coming from when you entered earlier? What was he doing? And how can he seem to see so much despite being blind?
With your luck he probably has more in common with Frank than you realize. You shudder at the thought of having another quote unquote vigilante as your mate.
Having two vigilantes as mates isn’t good for your image. Everyone knows Frank is the Punisher, but the people don’t know he’s your chosen. Only some of your council and court members know who he is to you. There had been rumors of your relationship when Maria was alive floating around the kingdom, but they died with her. Once she died you and Frank were never seen together in public again. From then on, your relationship was strictly private.
If word gets out that you two have been together all this time, that you mated the Punisher and allowed him to commit those crimes while not only under your father’s rule but your own as well? There would be chaos and mutiny in every corner. Criminals would be crying for release; officers of peace would wonder what the point of their job is, and citizens might follow in the Punisher’s footsteps thinking that if he could get away with it then so though they.
Lord help you if Matt is found out as well (because at this point you almost certain that he is a vigilante). You’d be dethroned, arrested and most likely beheaded. If you weren’t killed then your mates certainly would.
You growled at the mere thought of everything collapsing around you leading to the death of your mates. You would fight to the death to keep them safe. You didn’t care if Natasha or any of your close friends stood in your way. You’d slaughter them all just so that Matt and Frank could breathe for one more day.
Soft lips on the underside of your chin brought you out of your spiraling. Only then did you realize you were still growling and had a death grip wrapped around Matt as well as on Frank’s arm. Your eyes glanced at Frank; your chosen was sleeping like the dead, his injuries taking more out of him than he’d admit.
Matt, however, was wide awake. His quiet purr was slowly cutting through your rough growling. The more you come out of your head the looser you hold your lovers. You take a couple of deep breaths. Matt’s perfume wraps around you like a comforting blanket.
Gently, Matt pushes on your shoulder. You let him push you onto your back and watch as he moves on top of you. He rests his weight on your body and nuzzles into your neck, his purring intensifying.
“I’m sorry for waking you,” You whisper, lightly massaging his back hoping you didn’t bruise him. Matt simply kisses your neck before lightly scenting you.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Matt asks, sounding a little groggy. You sigh slowly.
“We’ll talk about it in the morning,” You promise. “Go to sleep,” You urge.
“You need sleep too,” Matt mutters, sliding on the opposite side of the bed. You watch him, frowning your eyebrows when he starts pushing you only to realize he’s trying to get you closer to Frank.
Complying with his wishes, you move so you’re squeezed between the two of them. Frank instinctively wraps his arm around your waist and tucks you into his chest. Your eyes close and you snuggle into his chest. Matt slides up behind you pressing as close as he can.
“Sleep, sweetheart,” Matt mutters.
You knew you had a lot of work to do to dissect all the problems and find the solutions but as you lay there, in between Matt and Frank, you couldn’t help but to be lulled into a peaceful dreamland.
Summary: You take extreme measures to get your mates back.
Warnings: angst, death, a little fluff
Reader: Alpha Female Reader
Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt
Word Count: 3021
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“You know where he is,” You state, standing by the window in your chamber. Natasha is standing by the door shifting her weight.
“Surveillance shows that he was headed for Fisk’s kingdom,” Natasha informs you. “He would have arrived about four hours ago,”
“Fuck,” You grumble under your breath.
“I believe his reasoning was-”
“I know his reasoning,” You hiss cutting her off.
Never have you doubted Frank Castle’s love for you. He’s proven it a multitude of times. Now, the crazy man has entered Fisk’s territory by himself to get Matt simply because you were missing him.
Although, missing him is a bit of an understatement. You were showing signs of becoming feral. You’d never get to the point where you’d be fully feral - you knew this - but it seemed too much for Frank to just watch.
It’s been nearly a month since you met Matt. You needed him with you. Your instincts were on haywire. You were normally a balanced person but recently you were becoming more alpha than woman. You were starting to get reckless in your desperation to get your omega back. You weren’t thinking things through.
You were thankful to have a council you could trust. They helped you stay in charge. They helped you stay on the winning side of this war instead of throwing everything away for a quick battle. You had to be strategic. You couldn’t win with brute force, not against Fisk.
“What are the odds they’re out?” You ask her. Natasha is hesitant.
“With Franks skill level and knowledge… If we don’t hear from him in another four hours…” Her voice falls off with a soft sigh.
“My marks are all over him, Nat,” You whisper.
“I know,” Natasha says.
You marked Frank where he could easily hide them. If someone were to see them and inspect them, they’d quickly be able to connect the dots that he’s bound to you. Fisk knows what your scent smells like. One look at the mark and your fragrance mixed with Frank’s musk will be enough to paint a picture for Fisk.
Fisk might not know the level of desperation you feel towards Matt, but he will with Frank. If Frank’s captured, he knows you’ll do anything to get him back. Anything. Only you didn’t want to wait that long. You weren’t going to wait until Fisk had Frank and a plan to use him against you.
“Send Yelena,” you tell her. “Recon only. I want to know Frank’s status… and Matt’s. We’ll move behind her. I won’t risk losing them both. Within the next two days I want Fisk’s head on a platter and his lands as my own,” you snarl.
“I’ll put everything in motion,” Natasha bows before leaving the room.
You weren’t a king that allowed everyone to do your dirty work. Yes, so far, you’ve managed to stay out of the battlefield but now things were personal. You didn’t trust anybody else with the lives of your mates.
You packed your bag and prepared to infiltrate Fisk’s territory. You sent out messages to your allies warning them of what was about to go down but stayed on the vague side. You didn’t want someone blabbing your plan to the wrong people.
“Is this everyone?” You ask, Natasha standing in front of a line filled with men and women.
“I figured you’d want a small party. We’ll be able to sneak in with fewer numbers as well as keeping our forces here to defend the castle,”
You hum and step closer to the line. In front of you stood Scott Lang, Hope Dyne, Maria Hill, Sam Wilson, and Clint Barton. You would meet Yelena on the road.
“This will do,” You nodded. The seven of you then climbed into the long van. Clint put it in gear and began to drive towards Fisk’s kingdom.
While on the way you began to plan your attack. You put Clint and Sam on the perimeter. Clint would find his scouting point and call out routes while protecting the back entrance. Sam would fly around the building, and further out if he had too, and try to prevent support from coming to Fisk.
You assigned Hope and Scott as a search and rescue. Once you get the recon information from Yelena, they will use that to track down Frank and Matt. Whether they work together or separately you leave up to them. You made it clear that the instant they find your mates they’re to bring them directly to you so that you can see them safely to the car.
Natasha and Maria’s job is to take out as many of Fisk’s men as possible. You wanted all his true loyalist out of the way. You didn’t want any problems to arise when you relieved Fisk’s shoulders of his head.
When you meet up with Yelena, she’s to aid you in the finding, capture, and removal of Wilson Fisk.
“Any questions?” You ask. Scott opens his mouth. “None? Good.”
You meet up with Yelena about ten miles from the Fisk’s castle.
“Fisk has them both,” Yelena mutters to you. “I couldn’t tell where in the castle they are, but I would guess in the lower levels. They’re not together, Fisk is keeping them separate. If he hasn’t figured out about the markings then he will soon,” Yelena explains.
“Where’s the easiest point of access?” You ask.
“Honestly? The front door,” she tells you. “They get visitors, random people, all the time. All we have to do is walk right in,”
“Perfect,” You mutter. “You and I will go through the front. Natasha and Maria, I want you going in through the back in case we get stopped. You’ll take Hope and Scott with you. Immediately go to the lower levels then split to do your separate jobs. Where’s the best vantage point for Clint?”
“This building. It covers not only the back but the East wall as well,” Yelena describes.
“Clint and Sam, gather your things. You’ll depart first. Sam, stay with Clint until all of us are inside. I don’t want you spotted too soon. Once I’m inside and in place I’ll give you the signal,”
“Yes, ma’am,” Sam nods leaving the table with Clint.
“Now, where’s Fisk?” You ask.
“He’s got a lot of heat with him. It won’t be easy, but he’ll be here. It’s his war room. I reckon there’ll be roughly six others with him; four I know will put up a decent fight,” Yelena states. “But we can take them, easy,” she says confidently. You smirk at her.
“What do you know about them?”
“What do I know about them?” Yelena scoffs. “And if I’m not your top informant,” You just smirk and wait for her slide show. She turns the computer towards you with a file pulled up. “Maya Lopez. She’s deaf but very skilled in hand-to-hand. She’s gone up against Clint and Kate a few times. I do think we can turn her against Fisk, her loyalty to him is already fractured. She suspects he’s killed her father but doesn’t have solid proof,”
“Do we?” You ask.
“Why do you doubt us?” Natasha asks, pushing an iPad over to you. You scroll through the evidence. “When do you want us to send it?”
“When we infiltrate the building. I want her to see it and wrap her head around it by the time Yelena and I enter the room,” You decide.
“The second woman goes by the name Elektra Natchios. She’s a skilled assassin. Has quite the rap RAP sheet. She’s the only one I would say we would struggle getting past. She has a weakness, however. One that might already have her on our side,” Yelena mentions.
“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this?” You ask, crossing your arms.
“Because you’re not going to like this,” Yelena states, swiping to a picture of Elektra and Matt. The two were too close to be friends. You couldn’t help but to growl and glare at the picture.
“Was he marked when you met him?” Natasha asks. Your growl becomes more vicious, and you send a glare her way.
“No, he wasn’t marked,” You snarl. Natasha bows her head and steps back. You huff and look back at the picture.
“I’m sure Matt told her about you. If she sees you moving against Fisk and she cares about Matt, she’ll join us,” Yelena says.
“Or she’ll try to kill me in an attempt to keep Matt to herself,” You snip.
“Stick?” You deadpan. She hums and shows him to you.
“Despite being blind he trained Elektra and rumored to have trained Matt as well. He’s another concern but if Elektra is on our side she can handle him,” she says confidently.
“And if she isn’t?” You ask.
“Really wish you woulda brought another pair of hands with you,” Yelena says giving you a sarcastic grin. You sigh pinching the bridge of your nose.
“And the last one?” You ask.
“Someone I’m sure you’ll be happy to be reunited with,” Yelena says showing you, his picture. You snarl.
“Rumlow?” Natasha asks. “Didn’t we kill him like two years ago?”
“Apparently not,” Yelena states. “I don’t consider him much of a threat,” She shrugs, and you agree.
“Alright. I want to move in tonight. I don’t want to wait. Get prepared, we leave in three hours. Clint and Sam, you leave in two!” You shout toward them. The simply give you a thumbs up.
Three hours later you and Yelena are making your way to the front entrance. Everyone’s checking in through the coms. Clint and Sam are in their positions are the southeast building. Natasha and Maria were able to disguise themselves as staff to sneak into the rear entrance with Hope and Scott on their shoulders.
Two minutes ago, Maya received a text with all the incriminating evidence against Fisk. If you plan it right she’ll turn right when you make your entrance. You doubt she’ll move against Fisk on her own but with you and Yelena? Fisk is as good as dead.
“I want to be informed the instant they’re both found,” You mutter under your breath.
“Copy,” Hope and Scott reply.
“Alright, Yelena and I made it through,” You tell the others.
“Just like I said,” Yelena mutters.
“Maria and I are making our way to the basement,” Natasha informs you.
“Where’s Fisk’s war room?” You ask Yelena. She wordlessly leads you.
Without having to tell each other the plan, the two of you momentarily separate. You pick up a stumble as you head towards the door.
“Ma’am, you’re not allowed over here. Private access only,” The broad man warns.
“Oh! Silly me!” You giggle falling into his arms. “My mistake,” you whisper a moment before Yelena comes up behind him. She rips him away and down to her level. Into the adjacent closet they go. With a swift twist, his neck is broke. Nobody wanted to risk guards waking up. No prisoners tonight.
Yelena snatched his badge allowing you both into the private access. You both make it down two hallways before you’re stopped. Needing to release some energy you take the first one.
Wanting to move quickly you don’t bother playing mind games with him. You use his height and weight against him quickly taking him to the ground. You retract a small knife from it’s holster and slide it across his neck leaving him to bleed out.
You pick up a jog to reach Yelena - who’s handling two men. You slip past her and take the oncoming guards. You both work together to get to the war room quickly. You try to keep quiet, but someone blows the alarm. When surprise is thrown out the window you send Sam into action while the two of you pull out your guns and open fire.
“This way!” Yelena shouts and you quickly follow her. “It’s locked,” She growls, trying the access card but it isn’t a high enough clearance. Unwilling to check everyone for their cards you muster up your frustration, desperation, and anger before kicking the door off its hinges.
“Hello!” You greet sarcastically while entering the room. “Fisk, darling, you never responded to my proposal,” You smirked. “Figured I’d come to hear it for myself,”
By the time you’re finished talking Brock Rumlow had reached you. The dumbass never laid a finger on you. Yelena sprung from behind you and sent a bullet between his eyes.
The second opponent, Stick, wouldn’t be easily killed. You trusted Yelena with that, although you knew if she couldn’t put him down soon she’d need assistance.
You took a few steps closer but was stopped a third time by Maya. You didn’t raise your weapons nor try to fight her. You just stared into her eyes and waited. Apparently, she saw what she needed too and slowly nodded before stepping out of the way. She turns to stand beside you against Fisk.
Between you and him is a woman. It’s Elektra. You’re more tense when facing her. You don’t raise your gun but you’re gripping it and ready to strike should she move against you.
With a great amount of speed, Elektra raises one of her Twin Sai’s and launches it at you. You duck out of the way and prepare to shoot her when you hear a rough groan. Turning your head, you see the weapon lodged in Stick’s back. You look back at Elektra to see her marking past you and straight for him.
You straighten up and notice Maya moving to Fisk. The man has the decency to look nervous. He’s typing away on his pad but nothing will save him.
“Stop!” Fisk shouts, standing from his chair and moving away from Maya. Only when Frank and Matt are shoved into the room on their knees does everyone freeze. Guns are pointed at their heads. “Now, I am walking out of here alive,” He states.
You ignore him and take in the appearance of your mates. Frank is beaten up pretty good. You can hear him wheezing and struggling to stay upright. He’ll need immediate medical attention. Matt is a little better but not much. He’s still bruised and wounded but nothing that won’t heal within a couple of weeks.
“You got them?” You ask. Fisk looks at you.
Simultaneously, the two men holding guns at Matt and Frank begin to groan and crumble in on themselves before falling to the ground unconscious. A moment later Hope and Scott return to normal size.
“We got them,” Hope states, nodding to you. Your head then turns to Fisk.
“You were saying?” You ask, tilting your head. Before he could respond Maya went after him. You turned towards Yelena, Stick and Elektra allowing Maya to get her frustrations out.
Yelena gives you a small nod assuring you Stick is dead. You then look to Elektra wondering if you would have to continue fighting for Matt.
One look at you and Elektra knew you would fight her until death for him. You weren’t willing to share him. As hypocritical as that is it’s different when there’s more than one alpha in a pack. One of the alphas would have to submit to the other or else there’d be chaos. Neither you nor Elektra would submit to the other. It would destroy your pack.
You’re king and Matt is your true mate. You have a high claim on him than she does. Besides, you didn’t know it, but her and Matt hadn’t been together romantically for years. Even their friendship was strained. They’d always care and even love each other but their time was over. As much as Elektra would love to find out how skilled you are against her, she backs out of the challenge allowing you to have an open claim on Matt.
With that settled, you look back at Fisk and Maya. Fisk is on his knees and Maya is breathing heavily. She looks a little tossed about, but she was backing away from him.
“So, a house in the middle of nowhere it is then, huh?” Fisk asks laughing.
“That was before,” You stated calmly.
“Before?” Fisk asks. You pull your knife back out and thrust it into his throat. Blood instantly squirts over your arm and covers your hand.
“Before you laid your hands on my mates,” You whisper, twisting the blade before swiping it to the side. You lean back and kick Fisk to the ground. “I want this castle burned to the fucking ground,”
“We can arrange that,” Yelena smirks disappearing. You turn to Maya and give her a nod. She returns it before leaving as well.
You don’t acknowledge Elektra knowing she would most likely want to talk to Matt. You’d allow it but not before seeing him yourself.
When you look at them all the tension begins to seep from your body. You go to them like a magnet. Your left arm wraps firmly, yet gently not wanting to hurt his ribs, around Frank while your right arm does the same to Matt. Their heads instantly go to your neck. The rub their scents on you while you take turns doing the same to them.
“I’m so glad you’re both safe,” You whisper, tightening your grip.
“You came just in time, baby,” Frank huffs. You nip at his shoulder in annoyance.
“We’ll talk about your actions later,” You growled. He just smirks and nips your neck in retaliation. You roll your eyes and turn to Matt. “Hello, love,” He huffs before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get you,”
“You’re hear now,” He whispers.
“I won’t force you, Matt, but I’d like to take you home with me,” You mutter giving him the freedom to walk away should he want too.
“Keep me,” Matt whispers. You smirk kissing his forehead.
Summary: Frank reacts to Matt being your fated and you make plans to bring Matt to your kingdom
Warnings: angst, war, fluff
Reader: Female Alpha Reader
Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt
Word Count: 2409
A/n: Ok, so with how well everyone seemed to enjoy the first one here’s the second one! There will be a third one, promise! It’ll most likely be the conclusion but we’ll see how it goes! I’m so happy everyone’s enjoying it!
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You were prepared for a fight. You and Frank both understood that when you returned, you’d smell like the omega… Like Matt. But this is different. You didn’t just smell like Matt. His scent was clinging to you. It was like an entire bottle of this mouthwatering scent was poured over you. It was obvious the two of you didn’t just talk. You didn’t fuck each other but there was obvious scenting and scenting could be just as intimate.
Frank was already struggling with the idea of an omega coming into the pack. He didn’t like the idea of sharing you. He was nervous about everything and had a lingering hope that the meeting would go wrong. But that obviously wasn’t the case.
You walked into the room prepared to come face-to-face with his attitude. You waited for him to lose his temper. You feared this would be the straw that broke the camel’s back, and Matt wasn’t even in the castle yet.
Imagine your surprise when Frank took one look at you and practically jumped your bones. The kiss made you dizzy and before you knew it, he had you pinned against the wall. Your feet left the ground and crossed behind his back.
When he broke the kiss, he couldn’t stop breathing in your natural perfume. His nose ran over your hair and along your neck. You couldn’t help but to notice that he followed the trail Matt had taken when the omega instinctively scented you.
Your perfume was blended perfectly with Matt’s. Frank hadn’t smelled anything like it before. It was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of it.
“Is this him?” Frank grunts. Your eyes roll back as he rotates his hips into yours. You hum clawing at the back of his neck.
“I’m guessing you approve?” You ask, a confident grin on your lips. Frank growls nipping at your throat. “Frank,” You whisper, mildly (majorly) distracted by his rough kisses along your throat. “I have to tell you something,” He hums but doesn’t stop his ministrations. “Frank… he’s my omega,” You confess. He pauses before slowly lifting his head.
“Your omega? As in your omega?” Frank asks. You slowly nod, scratching the base of his hairline in an attempt to keep him from lashing out. You weren’t sure how he’d react to the news. “Congratulations,” He mutters setting you on the ground.
“Don’t,” You whisper, your hands falling to his chest. You grip his shirt trying to prevent him from moving away. “It doesn’t change anything between us,”
“It changes everything,” Frank says. “He’s your mate. Your destined omega,”
“And I choose you,” You stress. “I’ve met Matt and I’ve spent an entire afternoon with him. Not once did I think of sending you away or even consider a future without you,”
“That could change, you know it can. You know how omegas get. You saw how your mother could command you father. Anything she wanted, no matter how it affected him, she got,” Frank says.
You growl growing tired of his doubt in you. You grip his shirt and force him to spin around taking your place against the wall. You pin him back and look him dead in the eyes.
“Frank, I’ve gone through a lot with you and for you. If I didn’t run away because of your violent tendencies, murderous habits, and the fact that you had a wife when I met you then I’m not going anywhere now,” you tell him. “We’ve been through everything and have survived every trial thrown at us. The mere scent of him nearly threw you into a frenzy and omegas are much more sensitive to smells. If he reacts anything like that with you then I’m fairly certain you two will fuck before I get a piece of him,” You joke smirking.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Frank asks lightening up. Your grip on him loosens.
“Like what?” You wonder, leaning into him. “To watch my chosen mate, have his way with my destined omega?” You ask before promptly moaning at the thought. “It hasn’t crossed my mind before but…” You groan kissing the underside of his jaw. “Damn if the imagine won’t leave my head now,”
“When do you get him?” Frank asks. You growl as you remember the meeting with his uncle. You pull away knowing you needed to prepare for it.
“I have a meeting in two days,” you tell him. “If all goes well the war will end, his uncle will be left with barely any territory left, and we will have Matt,” You whisper.
“And if it goes poorly?” Frank asks as you round the table. You lean over it, your eyes scanning the multiple maps and documents.
“Then I will take Matt, every inch of his territory, and send him off to life on a farm in the middle of the ocean with no boat to reach the mainland,” You whisper, resting your hands on the surface of the table.
“Either way you come out on top,” Frank notes. You smirk, flicking your eyes towards him.
“Of course, darling. I always come out on top,” You wink at him.
The two days passed too slow. You wanted the meeting to be over with. You wanted the union to happen. You wanted Matt.
You were the first to arrive at the neutral site. It was in an open field where the closest place either of you could hide your guards is three miles in all directions. It would be useless to eavesdrop and stupid to attach each other since you both know that the people in the tree line have aimed guns with a guaranteed kill shot.
“Y/n, it’s a pleasure to see you,” You watch as the king stands on the other side of the table with his hand out, but you don’t offer yours in return. You know it’s an insult and you hope he takes it personally. Not the most proper greeting - you knew your parents would scold you for it - but you aner and hatred for the man surpassed your need to be proper.
“Fisk,” You greet simply. You motion to the chair he’s standing behind. “Sit,” You offer. You hated him standing looking down on you. You weren’t below standing on your chair to have the high ground.
“Wilson, please. We’re both equals here I think we can go by first names,” Fisk says taking the seat. You remain silent. “May I just say that you’ve grown to be a beautiful woman,” Fisk states. “Very smart and cunning. I have to admit I wasn’t expecting such an… opponent when you took the throne,”
“Don’t work, Mr. Fisk, nobody took me seriously when I took the throne. They were ignorant of my skills but not anymore,”
“No, not anymore,” He shakes his head. “I also have to congratulate you. You’ve accomplished more than your father ever did. I understand you’re a strong advocate the comfort of your people. Even going as far as to give them more power over not only themselves but each other and especially over you,”
“They’re people, Fisk. Just like us. They deserve more freedoms and more say in their own lives,” you tell him. “They also deserve to live in a war free world. They should be able to live their lives without worrying about the battle being brought to their doorstep. I want to send husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, parents, and children back to their homes. I want this war to end,”
“As do I,” Fisk reassures you. “That’s why we are here. So, let’s get to negotiating peace,”
“Let’s start with your terms, shall we?” You suggest, motioning to him. Fisk nods politely.
“Firstly, let’s discuss the union between you and my nephew,” Fisk says, keeping a close eye on your expression. You school it to be neutral. “If I’m not mistaken, other than a couple of your brothers, he is the only royal male omega,”
“That would be correct,” You nod. Fisk waits for you to continue but you don’t. You want him to keep talking. You hope he gets nervous. A nervous talking man admits more than he means too.
“With the union would come an alliance. The alliance would cease the war and all those people you mentioned will be able to return to their homes. We’d all have peace.” He states.
“Just like that?” You ask. “No other demands,”
“Just like that,” Fisk nods. You hum eyeing him.
“No deal,” You state. Fisk is visibly surprised. “You see, if you haven’t noticed, I’m winning the war. I will admit that you’re an equally cunning and smart opponent. Mr. Fisk, you’re simply too powerful and smart to stay in power. If we just go back to the way things, where we might have one or two years, at the most, of peace. Your ambition will eat at you until your raising arms and attacking either my kingdom or someone else’s,”
“And what care do you have if I attack someone else?”
“You have two neighboring kingdoms. Me and a very strong ally of mine. I can’t allow you to move against them. You’d pull us into a war. If you march across their lands to attack someone further away, you’d be pulling everyone into a war, and I promise you we won’t be aiding you. War is inevitable while you’re strong,”
“And what are your demands?” He asks.
“I form a union with your nephew. With the union will come the alliance, an end to the war, and three fourths of your army. Should you rebuild that army to the point where it’s over half of what you previously had then I will step in and take all of them. I also understand how having so many in one army is nervous for any kingdom. So, I will distribute the men and women amongst my allies. I also require that three members of my council will be invited into yours. You will not meet with anyone alone without someone from my kingdom to accompany you. And when I find out about your secret meetings, because we both know they will happen, then I will take control of your entire council. If both things mentioned before happens then I will take your army, take your council, take your lords and ladies along with all your territory,”
“And what makes you think I’ll allow you to do this?” He asks.
“If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll notice that I’m not only winning the war, but I’ve refused to call aid from my allies. They’ve been waiting on the sidelines with fresh troops. I can beat you myself but with their help I will dethrone you within a month and leave you in the middle of nowhere without anyone to talk to. If it comes to that and I hear even a whisper of you returning to power I will find you and slit your throat myself.
“Take the first deal, Mr. Fisk. Give me your nephew, your troops, and take my council. Live peacefully without raising trouble and everything will be just fine. If you refuse, I’ll finish this war and you’ll loose everything,”
“You don’t leave me with much choice, do you?” He asks.
“You have plenty of choices, but I implore you to do what’s right for you people and not your ego,” You urge before standing up. “I await your word. My troops will be on hold for another week. If I hear nothing from you then I will move on with option two - the taking of everything you hold dear,”
“It was a pleasure meeting with you,” Fisk smiles, remaining in his seat. You send him smirk looking down at him.
“I look forward to hearing from you,”
You didn’t have to wait a week for Fisk to send a response. When you got reports of one of your camps being attacked by his men the message was clear.
“What do you want to do?” Natasha asks, standing in your war room with your council surrounding you.
“I want to take everything from him,” You growl hating the fact that he didn’t submit. Your temper flared at the thought of being apart from Matt.
“If we do this on our own it’ll take nearly a year,” Bucky warns you.
“Eh, I say nine months,” Sam counters. Bucky sends him a look.
“Nine to twelve months then,” Bucky sasses.
“It has to be faster than that,” You demand.
“Then you’d have to call on your allies,” Yelena warns. “I know you and your father were putting it off but if you want this to end you have to start cashing in favors,”
“Start with Valkyrie,” You state. “She’s the only other kingdom that border’s Fisk. Also, send out messages to Stark and T’Challa. They should be able to aid us quickly,”
“Stark?” Natasha deadpans.
“Yes, him as well,” You insist. “He may be flamboyant and a party boy, but his tech is nearly unmatched and he’s loyal,” Natasha grumbles but agrees, nonetheless. “I want this war done by the end of the month and I want the omega. If all else fails get me his nephew,” You demand.
The messages were sent, and plans were made. You were anxious to get this all over with. The longer you were separated from Matt the more anxious you became. Luckily, you had Frank.
“You need to rest, baby,” Frank mumbles in the dead of night. His bruised hand brushes the hair away from your ear.
“I’ll rest when we have Matt,” You whisper. Frank sighs and pulls your chair from the table. You let him, leaning your head back to gaze up at him. “I need him,” You whisper.
“I know,” Frank scoops you from the chair and walks you to the bed. You shamelessly gawk at his muscles. “We’ll get him, I promise,”
You sigh snuggling close to him. He pulls the blankets over the two of you and kisses the top of your hair. He hums quietly until you fall asleep.
“You’re gonna be pissed when you wake up, I know,” He mutters before breathing in your scent. “If I’m successful hopefully you’ll just forget your mad,” Frank jokes quietly before slowly slipping out of the bed.
He slips into his punisher get up before sneaking out of the castle. He climbs onto a motorcycle and hightailing it to Fisk’s kingdom.
Summary: Kilmonger takes over Wakanda during your visit
Warnings: major character(s) death, angst, little fluff
Reader: Alpha Female Reader
Pairings: Beta Frank x Alpha Reader x Omega Matt
Word Count: 2956
A/n: I’m so sorry! Matt and Frank are not in this part - they’re mentioned but do not show up, but I promise they will be kicking ass (literally) in the next part!
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The instant Kilmonger busted the doors wide open and marched towards the throne you knew shit was about to go down. You stepped to the side allowing him to walk to the foot of the steps in front of T’Challa.
One glance at Yelena was all it took for the Widow to disappear into the background and then the room. The arrival of Erik Kilmonger only meant one thing; a Wakandan civil war was to take place. You wouldn’t leave T’Challa but you feared the number of supporters Kilmonger had. As much as you cared for T’Challa your life and the livelihood of your people came first which meant you had to return to your kingdom in one peace… eventually.
“I’m afraid I must urge you to return to your home,” T’Challa tells you softly as everyone prepares for the challenge. You look out the window.
“I think it’s a little late for that,” you tell him. The two of you watch Kilmonger supporters create a blockade around the city.
You could leave, of course, but it would cause a war to break out between your kingdom and Kilmonger. If Kilmonger wins the challenge, then that war becomes a war against all of Wakanda. If you stay, and T’Challa wins, then your friendship is strengthened within the public eye. If you stay, and he loses, things will become a little more dangerous. It’s a risk - you know this - but it’s one you see no other choice but to take.
Plus, you have faith in Yelena. You know she’ll slip past everyone and get to Maria and Sharon. The two will return to your kingdom and rally a force to come for you should you need it while Yelena plays messenger between you and them.
“Can you beat him?” You ask, T’Challa. He hesitates making your heart drop.
“I will beat him,” He assures you.
“Practice that line in the mirror a few times before you tell that to your mother, will you?” You ask, lightly teasing him. T’Challa smiles at you. “My people are with you, T’Challa. If the worst is to happen…” Your voice fades.
“My mother and my sister… keep them safe… I do not know who within my council I can trust to stay loyal to them should I fall. I fear some have been won over by his speech,” T’Challa whisper.
“We’ll keep them safe, and I’ll make sure that they reclaim the throne should you lose it,” You promise him. He thanks you quietly before wakling away.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Natasha says. “We don’t know anything about Kilmonger. We don’t know how he fights or his true motives. What does he plan to do if he takes the throne?”
“Hopefully, we won’t have to find out,” You mutter.
“I know you better than that,” Natasha says. “You don’t leave anything to chance and hope. You plan, you strategize for every possible outcome,” You send her a sly smile. “Mind cluing me in?”
“It’s as I told the king, Nat. Should he fall you’re going to get his mother and sister out of Wakanda. Keep them safe. If T’Challa loses they’re officially under my protection and are to be guarded at all costs. Shuri is showing potential of presenting as Alpha. Kilmonger won’t wait that long, he’ll kill her on spot. We have to keep her alive long enough to present and then we will put her on the throne,”
“And if she doesn’t?” Natasha asks. “She could easily become a beta,” You hum in agreement and look back out the window. Your eyes fall on Nakia.
“There are better options than Erik,” You whisper. “No shortage of potential alpha Wakandan rulers,”
“And what about you?” Natasha asks. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you said I would get them out. You’re my king. You’re my priority,”
“Your job is to follow my orders. Those are your orders,” You growl authoritatively. “I plan to leave with you, but should we separate you’re to get them out then, if you would be so kind, bring the army to collect me,”
“I doubt I’d need anyone other than your two mates, but I’ll bring a few more able bodies souls,” Natasha smirks. You wince slightly at the mention of your mates. The whole world should know about the challenge by now seeing as the place is crawling with reporters.
“Let’s just bet on the fact that T’Challa wins, and all our plotting is unnecessary,”
T’Challa did not win. He lost - killed on national television.
Instantly Natasha was pulling you away from the scene where you met up with Nakia and Okoye who had the queen mother and princess. T’Challa had told them about his wishes for Shuri and his mother to escape with you.
Kilmonger also anticipated this. His soldiers found your group and circled around you. You, Natasha, Nakia and Okoye formed a protective circle around Shuri and Ramonda. The four of you were able to fight off soldiers and continue towards your escape route.
Then you were separated. Natasha and Nakia were able to stay with Shuri and Ramonda while you and Okoye were forced down a different path.
Natasha instantly tried to follow after you, but it would have been suicide. Nakia was quick to grab her jacket vowing that Okoye would protect you, but they had to keep moving. Natasha hated leaving you and feared the wrath of your mates if you didn’t catch up with them.
“Natasha, we cannot wait any longer,” Nakia stresses as the four of them hide out at the edge of the territory. It was the meeting spot, and you haven’t arrived yet.
“We stay,” Natasha doesn’t budge. She isn’t leaving you.
“If we get caught, Erik will have control over Wakanda’s future as well as your kingdoms. That’s too much power,” Nakia argues quietly leaving the Shuri and Ramonda to grieve together. Natasha’s jaw ticks.
“And if it was the other way around?” Natasha asks her. “If my king was here but Shuri was stuck inside. Would you come with us to safety?” She wonders. Nakia holds her gaze for a moment before looking away. Natasha nods looking back to the castle - visible from a distance. “We wait,” She decides.
“I will only wait a few more minutes,” Nakia tells her.
A rhythmic whistle flows through the air. Natasha’s head whips around.
“What? What is it?” Nakia questions growing tense.
“New plan,” Natasha says, leading Nakia toward Shuri and Ramonda. “You’re going to take them and go in that direction until you meet my sister, Yelena. Tell her about the orders from our kings. She’ll get you all to safety,”
“And what about you?” Shuri asks.
“I won’t leave my king behind,” Natasha tells her. She then looks into the distance and whistles loudly in response.
“Be careful,” Nakia says. Natasha gives her a smile before she departs from the ground.
Okoye was forced to turn you over. She as fully prepared to go against Kilmonger but you wouldn’t let her break her oath to the throne. You wouldn’t put her soldiers at risk for your life. Their chance to fight would come. If they are to die it should be for their own monarchy, not for an outsider. Your own people will come. They will fight with the loyal Wakandans. You will get your freedom and they will get their war. Everyone just had to be patient.
“Y/n Y/l/n,” Erik says walking up to your cell.
You stay seated on the ground, your back pressed against the wall. Even though Erik was standing, standing above you, you showed more disrespect toward him by remaining seated.
With Fisk it was the opposite. Standing taller than him would remind him of his childhood and how everyone stood above him and beat him to the ground.
Staying seated with Erik showed him that he didn’t have respect from other kings. You didn’t see him as an equal thus couldn’t be bothered to stand for him. You knew a little bit about Erik Kilmonger and you knew he wanted respect; to be seen as an equal - even superior - to other monarchs.
You lived to piss off weaker men.
“King,” You correct him. “You may address me as your majesty, royal highness, or alpha. I’ve earned that Erik,” Kilmonger snarls as you get under his skin. You just stare into his eyes with indifference.
“And you may address me as king as well,”
“Oh? I didn’t realize you had your coronation. I mean you only just murdered the true king,”
“I didn’t murder him. I won, fair and square. I will have my coronation and you will respect me,” He states. You stare at him before lifting your eyebrows.
“A lion doesn’t go around telling everyone he’s the king. People already know… If you have to remind everyone that you have the throne now… What does that say about your rule?” You wonder.
“I’m not here to discuss my throne,” Erik snarls. You huff out a laugh.
“So,your royal highness -” You name without an ounce of courtesy. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” You ask, opening your arms in mock welcome. Everything you did just made him tick. You wondered how long it would be until you pushed him over the edge.
Then Erik’s expression changed. He smirked and stepped away from your cell. You were curious but you sure as hell didn’t show him that.
“You look uncomfortable, your majesty,” Erik bows politely. “Let’s bring your out of that stuffy cell and get you into a chair,” He decides.
Two men enter the room and grab your roughly. Your dragged out of the cell and into an adjacent room. You’re forced into a chair and tied down.
“There that’s better, isn’t it?”
“Your consideration knows no bounds,” You smirk back at him. “What can I do for you?” You ask.
“I want in on your riches and assets,” He states. “You just got a lot from defeating Fisk; I want in on what you claimed.”
“And what did you do to help me claim it?” You ask.
“Nothing,” He admits. “But I’ll let you live long enough to enjoy it,”
“How kind,” You roll your eyes.
“I also want my men on your council and a hefty chunk of your territory. Wakanda is one of the smallest countries. That isn’t fair,”
“Wakanda is the third largest country,” You deadpan. “I just surpassed them by winning the war and the only bigger is that under the Guardians treaty,”
“I’m glad you brought that up,” Erik smirks. “I also want your support in taking over the Guardian’s treaty. There’s simply too much neutral space,”
“Would you like my first born on top of that?” You wonder.
“Are you offering?” He asks, smirking. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you something in return. You’ll have first pick in our distribution of weapons, medicine and technology,”
That was tempting. However, it wasn’t worth anything he was asking for in return. You had faith that Natasha had gotten Shuri out safely. If she becomes an alpha, you’ll see to it that she retakes the throne, and you’ll work out a more enjoyable deal.
“I’m not giving you any land or any of the riches you didn’t earn. The Guardian’s treaty isn’t mine to speak for, but I will tell you my loyalty to Gamora outweighs mine to you. No deal,” You shake your head.
“Well then, if we can’t come to an agreement on that… I’m gonna need you to sign over your kingdom to me,”
You couldn’t help it. You laughed at his audacity.
“I’m just going to let you guess my answer to that,” You laugh shaking your head.
“If I kill you right now,” Erik says, pulling his gun out of his holster. “Your kingdom has no heir, and I will claim it,” You scoff. “Do you not fear death?” He asks.
“Not from you,” You shake your head. “You’re not going to kill me,”
“Oh, yeah?” Erik asks, crossing his arms. You nod.
“You killed T’Challa but that was - as painful as it is to admit - justified because it was a fair challenge,” You grumble. “You kill me? You might as well get on national television and declare a world war. Because if I die, my kingdom will reign hell on you. You’ll fight back with your allies and my allies will come to the fight as well. My side won the last war and you’re not even crowned king yet. Do you think your sitting firm enough in your throne to win this war?” You ask out loud.
“You’re not going to kill me, Erik. Every moment you keep me here you risk war. You just threw the rightful ruler off the throne and your first act is to declare war? On me?” You tsk and shake your head. “You’re going to release me and focus on your own country before you try to spill into mine. I’m not giving you shit, boy. I worked for what I have. I have fought and bled for my people; I will not stop now. You don’t scare me. I’ve looked the devil in the eyes and slapped the shit out of him while my mate pissed on his boot,”
Erik scoffs obviously not believing it. Your smirk turns blood thirsty. You let out a psychotic laugh.
“Oh, you’re thinking I’m talking about my queen Matthew, aren’t you?” You ask, tilting your head. “Oh, no, darling. I’ll give you the insiders exclusive… Matt’s not my only mate,” You whisper. Erik lifts his eyebrow. “You ever hear a story about the Punisher? Frank Castle? How about Daredevil?” You ask. You don’t reveal Daredevil’s name. Let Erik think you have three other mates.
“You expect me to believe they’re your mates?” He asks.
“Do you know anything about my family? The rumors of my relationship with Frank Castle aren’t that old,” You tell him.
“Oh, right,” Erik nods. “You, Frank and some bitch named Maria,” The snarl you released was low and deadly. “Only I thought she had died and he husband left you?”
“Do you know what I did to the man responsible for her death?” You ask quietly. “I pushed a knife through the center of his throat and carved out the right side of it. Kept it as a souvenir,” The last bit was a lie but Erik obviously believed it.
“Unless you want to meet not only my wrath but the wrath of my mates - plus my kingdom, they seem to like me being their king - I’d let me go,”
“I didn’t come this far to not get what I want,”
“Spoken like a true child,” You grumble.
The door down the hallway slams open and in comes Natasha. You perk up only to see her being dragged in with multiple guns on her.
“Now you’ve done it,” You growled.
“She’s one off yours, isn’t she?” Erik asks. Natasha is forced onto her knees. The gunmen remain a safe distance. She spits out some blood and glares at him. When her eyes finally fall on you, she gives you a small nod. You relax the slightest bit knowing that Shuri and her mother are safe.
“She’s taken out about a dozen of our men.” One of the guards informs him.
“Only?” You ask. Natasha shrugs.
“It’s an off day,”
“Boy did your men get lucky,” you tell Erik. He hums and points a gun at her temple. “Chose your next actions very carefully,” You snarl.
“Meet my demands,” Erik says. Your jaw clenches.
“No,” You growled. Erik sighs and points the gun to her arm and pulls the trigger. Your eyes flare with rage as she gasps with rage. For the first time in years, you see genuine fear in her eyes but she masks it well.
“I will kill her,” Erik tells you.
“You kill her you declare war against my kingdom,”
“Apparently war is inevitable,” Erik shrugs. “Whether I kill her or not; whether I kill you or not I go to war. The only way to prevent it is to agree to my demands. Do that we avoid war, and she lives,”
You couldn’t do it. You knew he wasn’t bluffing but you couldn’t do it. The contract would be binding. Even when he releases you, you’d have no choice but to follow through. You couldn’t do it.
“No,” you tell him, your voice shaking just a bit. You look at Natasha begging her to understand. She gives you a bloody grin and begins to whistle. A tear slips down your eye as Erik pulls the trigger preventing her from finishing.
You watch Natasha fall limp to the ground. The blood began to pool around her. It didn’t feel real at first. Erik was speaking but you weren’t listening. You were looking at her.
You grew up with Natasha. Natasha, Yelena, and Valkyrie were your group of girls growing up. You went on adventures all throughout the castle. It hurt when Valkyrie returned to her kingdom, but she was still alive and visited. Natasha’s gone and there’s no bringing her back.
When you finally looked at Kilmonger all he saw was death in your eyes. You were void of all emotion. Then you whispered two words the shook him to his core and had him marching out of the room.
“You’re dead,”
Natasha’s body was left for you to watch. Even as Kilmonger’s men tried to beat you into submission. Every minute you looked at Natasha and every hit that landed on your body just fed your rage. It fed the beast inside of you.
Special shout out to @raelwrites (I really hope that tagged you correctly) for inspiring me to write this fiction series with her own series called - Gunpowder and Cinnamon! It’s worth a look! Promise!
Once Matt entered the private room, he released a large sigh. He heard Frank coming up to him and Matt practically rushed to meet him. Frank grinned pulling Matt into his arms.
“You were perfect, baby,” Frank whispered, kissing the top of his head. Matt hums breathing in his scent and basking in his warmth.
“I wish you were out there with us,” Matt mumbled.
“I know,” Frank whisper, holding him even tighter. “Soon,” He promises. “Whenever you need me just focus on the upper balcony. I’ll be hiding there with a few friends,”
“Then I’ll never focus on anything else,” Matt murmurs. Frank smirks leaning Matt’s head back. Matt huffs resting his head against Franks.
“I know today is going to be a lot, alright? It’s going to be long and filled with political bullshit, but Y/n is going to be right by your side the entire time,” Frank promises. “She won’t let you go through this alone,”
“She had too,” Matt whispers.
“Yeah,” Frank sighs hating that he couldn’t be with you when you desperately needed someone by your side. He wasn’t exactly excited about the new restrictions on his Punisher activities but if it cleaned his image and allowed him to be with the two of you, he’d do it without muchcomplaining. “But now none of us have to do anything alone anymore and we both have you to thank for that,” Matt blushes a little bit.
Adjusting to Daredevil was more natural than he thought it would be. Well, natural in the terms of fighting. The two of them could read each other easily and hardly needed to talk to understand the next move. The no-killing deal was hard to get behind. Matt was always there to stop him, and it was beyond annoying.
The two of them pull apart as you come into the room. You quickly shut the door behind you before anyone can peak in. You - like Matt had done - release a large sigh causing them both to smile.
“Matt - baby - you did so well,” You praise walking up to him. Before he could say anything, you’re giving him a small kiss. Being between you and Frank while kissing you made all the stress from the day slowly dissipate. “Finally… I have a queen,” You whisper against his lips. “A very handsome one at that,” You flirt.
Matt blushes and takes cover in the crook of your neck. You smile holding him closely. The two of you couldn’t hide for long, however. You had to meet with all the guests, shake hands, and make small talk.
“We have a few minutes but not long. Go take a seat because you’ll be on your feet all day,” You push him towards the chair before turning towards Frank.
Frank straightens his suit and gives a little spin. You laugh pulling him towards you. Your lips eagerly met, and he greedily pulled you into him. You moan softly before forcing yourself to pull away.
“Thank you for dressing up,” You whisper, running your hands over his chest.
“I expect a reward later,” He muttered, and you laugh but send him a wink. “I love you,” He whispers.
“I love you too,” You kiss him again before stepping away.
You grab Matt, and together the two of you enter the crowd. Matt keeps his arm linked with yours allowing you to guide him through the crowd. He was eternally grateful you advocated to keep the scents of the flowers and candles to be light. If all the scents overwhelmed him, he could either focus on the neutral scents or on you. Let’s be real, if anything became overwhelming, he naturally focused on you.
You were a calming beckon for him. He focused on everything about you from your silk dress to your steady heartbeat. He knew he was safe with you, especially since he could easily find Frank on the upper deck.
Being beside you and knowing Frank was close made it easier to deal with everyone. You guided him through the crowd introducing him to everyone. He met kings and queens, lords and ladies.
“Valkyrie,” You greeted with a smile.
“Please, today is a day of friendship and happiness. There’s no need to be formal, especially with me,” she says giving you a giant grin. “I’m Brunnhilde,” She introduces herself to Matt. “And I like to think of myself as Y/n closest friend,” She smirks.
“Easy, Natasha is around here somewhere,” You joke. She scoffs.
“I’ll take on that old spider anytime,” Brunnhilde waves dismissively. The two of you laugh.
“Matt, Brunnhilde spent a few years here as my father’s ward. We grew close during that time,”
“The only person to come close to drinking me under the table,” Brunnhilde boast. “But not quite,” You roll your eyes.
“I’m just happy we were able to make fools out of Thor and Loki,” you said, and she laughs loudly.
“As if that’s hard,” She smirks, and you agree. “I heard through the grapevine that you’re about to make a handsome deal with me,”
“You’d think by now I’d know how much of a security risk Banner is,” You grumble rolling your eyes.
“Oh, relax,” Brunnhilde pats your shoulder. “He’s only an open book with a select few and nobody can keep anything from me,” She winks at you.
“Yes, I plan on making a deal with a few people but today’s not the day to discuss these matters,” you tell her.
“Of course! Today isn’t about us, it’s about your queen. I’ll tell you now he’ll be the envy of the kingdom,” She smirks winking at you.
“No,” You whisper turning your head towards him. “I’ll be…” You mutter kissing his cheek lightly. Matt smiles bumping his head against yours. “Excuse us,”
You continue to lead Matt around. Not everyone was as pleasant as others, but Matt was handling everything well. When you noticed he needed a break you took him to the side for a breather. Never once did you pull your arm from his.
“How did you do this by yourself?” Matt asks under his breath. “All the lies and fake politeness, the politics and handshakes,”
“My coronation wasn’t quite like this,” you tell him. “My father had just passed so there were more condolences and even more lies. Lies of loyalty and support. Fake kindnesses. Everyone’s everyone’s friend in times of grief and celebration,”
“I’m sorry,” Matt whispers, rubbing his head against your neck. You lightly shush him before moving his head back to kiss his lips.
“Don’t ever hesitate to ask me anything. I’ll tell you everything,” You promise. “Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows - you know this. I’ll share everything with you. The laughs and the heartbreaks,”
“I love you,” Matt whispers. You grin from ear to ear, pulling him impossibly closer.
“I love you too, my queen,” You mutter before kissing him again. “Come on, the night isn’t over yet,” Matt groans but lets you pull him back into the crowd.
“Excuse me, I’d like to give my congratulations,” A gentle, low tone says from behind you. When you turn you give the man one of the few genuine smiles of the day.
“T’Challa,” You greet giving him a warm side hug - still not willing to release your omega. “I’m glad you could make it, I understand you’re going through some… difficulties at home,”
“Nothing I cannot manage, I assure you,” T’Challa promises. “Are you still planning on visiting in a few weeks?” He asks.
“Yes, I have things I’d rather discuss with you in person,” You tell him.
“Then we will eagerly await your arrival,” T’Challa nods, bowing slightly. You return the bow out of respect. Not one for unnecessary discussions, T’Challa takes his leave.
“He’s lying,” Matt whispers just for you. “The problem in Wakanda is bigger than he’s letting on,” You hum thoughtfully but knowing now isn’t the time to discuss things.
“Ah, Mr. Stark…”
The night couldn’t be over fast enough. When the crowd thinned, and you finally led him back to the room Matt finally allowed himself to relax. You laughed softly as he unceremoniously collapsed on the bed. You begin to undress yourself when Frank climbs in through the window. You didn’t bother scolding him.
“Come here,” Frank murmurs to you. You grin swaying your hips as you move to him. Frank growls grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. “You look beautiful,” He whispers lightly kissing your lips. “Stunning,” He adds, going for your throat. “Regal,”
“Help me out of my dress,” You whisper. Frank nips your bear shoulder before turning you around. His warm, calloused fingers pull the zipper of your dress down your back. When the fabric falls to the floor your left in your underwear only - no bra.
Frank moans, his hands squeezing your hips before delicately grazing up your sides before stopping at their destination - you tits. You moan quietly, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he massages the both of them simultaneously.
“You know,” You whisper, glancing at Matt - who’s still laying on the bed. “I’m not the one that was coronated today,” You let out a low groan when Frank tweaks your nipples and grinds his bulge against your ass.
“You’re right,” He whispers, giving your shoulder a kiss before walking around you and towards Matt.
One week after Matt’s coronation positive report about the Punisher begin to flow in. Natasha gave them to you with a knowing grin - she knew (and approved) of what you were doing.
Two weeks after the coronation your deal with Valkyrie and the Guardians was complete. The first stages were in motion as well as the plan to distribute the wealth among your people.
Three weeks after the coronation you prepare for your trip to Wakanda.
“I don’t think you should go,” Matt says, standing to the side with his arms crossed. “Everything is pointing towards a mutiny in Wakanda. It’ll happen any day now, I don’t want you there,”
“Now is the best time to go,” you tell him. “It’s fall and absolutely beautiful there,” You explain.
“No offense, but I don’t exactly care about what season Wakanda is going through,” Matt snips.
“You should,” you tell him. “Even the blind can appreciate the change in seasons,” you say. Matt sighs frustratingly.
“Fine, I’ll bite, what’s up with the change of season?” He questions.
“It’s nearly winter. Leaves are falling off the trees but there’s still decent cover. There’re not many hiding places for the enemy to claim and with all the leaves on the ground you’ll hear anyone coming,” You explain.
“If you brought me, you wouldn’t have to worry about that,” Matt tells you again.
“No,” You shake your head.
“So, you can risk your life, but I can’t risk mine?”
“Oh, don’t pull that card. You get to risk your life every day as Daredevil, love,” You tell him.
“Is that what this is about? You need some kind of adventure?” He asks and you sigh finally coming to stand in front of him.
“No,” You whisper, resting your hands on his hips. “I’m not taking you because you lived in the center of a war for most of your life and you choose to partake in violent activities at night with Frank. I don’t want to bring you to Wakanda because of the threat of another war. I don’t want you to go through anymore violence than you already are,” Matt opens his mouth, but you lightly shush him, pulling him closer. “I have to go, baby. The deal between me and T’Challa will help solidify his hold on the throne. Me going shows solidarity and I just won a war against a very powerful opponent,”
“At least take Frank with you. Don’t go alone,” Matt whispers, his hands rubbing your arms.
“No can do, baby. You’re still new to the kingdom and I don’t trust everyone in court to be kind to you. Frank stays with you,” You whisper kissing his forehead and stepping back. Matt growls running his hand through his hair. “I’m not going alone, love,” You promise. “I’m not that stupid,”
“Who are you taking?” Matt asks.
“Natasha and Yelena,” you tell him. “Maria and Sharon will be waiting on the outskirts of the kingdom ready to come if we need them. We’re keeping our party small,”
“Small party, less casualties,” Matt growls.
“If we bring too many, we’ll make the people of Wakanda nervous. Our business with Valkyrie and the Guardians isn’t public yet. We bring too many people they might feel like we’re invading or planning a takeover. In their eyes we already have Fisk’s territory why not T’Challa’s as well? Why not take his kingdom out from under him while he’s busy with this Erik Killmonger bullshit?”
Matt growls pacing. You watch him for a moment before returning to his side. You let out a low purr while guiding him into your arms. He was still huffing and puffing but you eventually got him to relax.
“I know you’re worried, baby,” You whisper. “But there’s nothing - not even death herself - that will stop me from coming back to you,” You promise.
“That’s not entirely comforting,” Matt whisper. He leans back and presses his head against yours. “I don’t want you going. I don’t doubt you can handle yourself and I know this is important but I’m still asking you to stay,” Matt pleads. “I don’t want you to be there when the threat of war turns into reality. I don’t want you in danger or getting hurt,”
“I’m king, Matt,” You whisper. “I’ll never be safe,”
“You are,” He states as fact instead of opinion. “Right here, in my arms. The only way you could possibly be safer is if Frank was with us,”
“I love you, Matt Murdock,” You whisper, pressing your lips against his.
Despite all the effort not only Matt put in but Frank as well to keep you from going to Wakanda - you still went. T’Challa is someone you strongly respect and a very close friend. Taking risks is what being king is. T’Challa is worth the risk.
Only, Killmonger anticipated your move. There were only a select few things where you were predictable in and Killmonger picked up on it. He timed his revolution against T’Challa perfectly with your arrival to Wakanda. When you were in the throne room greeting T’Challa Killmonger busted through the door and challenged the king for the throne through death by combat.
You really should have stayed with Frank and Matt.
Summary: Asahi overheard Noya and Tanaka talking about their future and who they’ll marry, and Asahi can’t help but imagine your future together.
Pairing: Asahi Azumane x fem!reader
Words: 700
Requested: No, just something I had lying around for some time.
Warning: none, just fluffy fluffy fluff
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You and Asahi have been friends, ever since you started high school. But soon you started having feelings for him. For a long time, you didn’t tell him. One day, you told him, that you liked him. And to your surprise, he liked you too. After that, you guys became a couple. The school was finally over, And Asahi was going to his after-school practice. Then you noticed his water bottle in his seat, so you decided to give it to him. You walked to the gym, and you could hear shoes squeaking against the floor. You opened the door and saw how hard the guys were working. You waited till they took a break, then you began to walk over to Asahi.
“ Hey Asahi, you forgot your water bottle in class! ” You said, with the bottle in your hand.
“ Thank you y/n, what would I do without you. ” He said and smiled.
“ I don’t know either ” You said, and kissed his cheek. His face turned red, and you just laughed.
“ Hey Asahi, who’s the cute girl? ” One of his Teammates asked. Asahi looked at his teammates, and he blushed a little.
“ Well, I guess, I should introduce you guys. ” He said.
“ Guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend. ” He said and wrapped his around you.
“ EEEHHH!? ”
“ You never told us you had a girlfriend!? ” They said shocked, you just laughed.
“ It’s nice to meet you all. ” You said, and waved at them.
“ She’s so cute, ” A male with black hair, and a blond stripe. And another male beside him.
“ Hey y/n, why don’t you stay until practice is over? ” Asahi asked you, and you agreed to his offer. You watched him with wide eyes. The practice was Soon over, and since it was Friday. Asahi decided you could stay at his place. You were waiting for him until you felt something grab your hand. You turned around, only to see Asahi smiling down at you. You smiled back, and intertwine your hand with his. You began to walk in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. There was silence until Asahi said.
“ I Love you, what would I do without you. ” Asahi said.
“ I don’t know what I would do, without you, Asahi. ” You said, and kissed his cheek. When you reached his place, you Entered and took off your jacket and shoes. Just then, Asahi swept you off your feet and held you Bridal style.
“ A-Asahi what are you- ” you didn’t have time to finish your sentence before he kissed you on the lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. Before you knew it, you were thrown onto his bed, he crawled on top of you and started kissing again. You didn’t know what happened to Asahi, but you kinda liked it. He pulled away and said.
“ I Love you y/n, ” he said.
“ Where did All of this come from? ” You asked him.
“ I just really love you. ” He said and gave your lips a peck.
“ Okay, what happened today? ” You asked him. He sat up and started to tell you.
“ Okay. So today I overheard Noya and Tanaka talk about their future, marriage, kids, and All that. And so I started to think about you. ” He said, and you listened to him, and you began to smile.
“ I have to be honest with you, for a second I saw you in a wedding dress when you came into the gym today. ” You felt your cheeks heating Up, just thinking about it.
“ What about kids, did you think about that? ” You asked him.
“ K-Kids!? No, I didn’t think about that!? ” He said while panicking.
“ Though, a future with you does Sound like a perfect future for me. ” You said, and cuddled closer to Asahi.
“ I Love you y/n. ” He said, and hugged you closer, and kissed your forehead.
Summary:it’s a cold night, what better way to warm up than a relaxing dip in the hot tub?
Word Count: 2k
Request?:Yes!
The night had been bitterly cold. It’s colder than ever. Every single cell in my body was shivering due to the effect of the harsh weather. The heat radiating from Dave’s body had little effect on the coldness that was deep within me.
“Dave I’m fucking freezing.”
We were both cuddling under a blanket for the past hour, playing a movie to try to distract ourselves from the bitter cold. It didn’t help.
“I am too Y/N. It’s fucking freezing in here.”
Dave pulled me closer to his side. I brought my legs to my chest, trying to conserve body heat. We were both shivering. Every few minutes, a gust of cold air would come through the room and cause a chill to run down my spine.
“We need another blanket.”
I said, quickly standing and running to find another blanket. My whole body was shivering and my feet were freezing due to the cold floor beneath me. I bolted to our room which was thankfully on the first floor. I ran back and placed the third blanket on top of us.
It didn’t help. The cold was still seeping through the thick material of all three of the blankets.
“Shit. Do we have any more blankets Y/N?”
I shook my head against his chest.
“No. That was the last one. We’re gonna have to start ripping comforters off of the beds if we want any more blankets.”
Dave let his head fall onto the back side of the couch.
“Fuck. I hate this weather.”
This whole week had been cold, but nothing like tonight. It was so cold that we were afraid to turn the heater up too high in fear that it would break. The last thing we wanted was to cause more problems and be even colder than we already were.
“I hate it too. At least the temperature is supposed to rise after this week.”
“Thank goodness. I don’t know if I could handle any more of this.”
I leaned the side of my head into Dave’s chest. The warmth of his chest did little to offset the coldness already present in my ears.
A lightbulb went off in my head. I raised my head to meet Dave’s gaze.
“Dave. We have a hot tub don’t we? I’m sure that would help us warm up.”
Dave raised his eyebrows.
“That’s a great idea. You’re so smart Y/N.”
He jokingly rubbed my head, tousling my hair.
“Are we gonna change?”
I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Change, of course. This is the only clean sweatshirt I have and I’m not about to get it wet. Especially since it’s fucking freezing.”
Dave smirked suggestively. I cocked an eyebrow.
“Well obviously we’re not going in our sweatshirts. I was thinking more like skinny dipping.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Dave raised his hands in defense.
“Hey. I’ll take any excuse to see you naked.”
I smacked him playfully on the chest.
“Enough of that. Let’s get changed.”
We both hurriedly scampered to our room, each of us throwing on a swimsuit. I felt the cold seeping into my skin in a matter of seconds after putting on my bikini. I encouraged Dave to hurry up. He was taking his sweet time, as usual. I dragged Dave out to the hot tub, turning on the jets swiftly.
It was even colder outside than it was inside. We were both blue and shaking before we hopped into the warm water. It felt like heaven.
“Oh fuck. That’s so much better.”
I practically melted into the water, enjoying the sensation of hot water engulfing me.
“This is so much better than being in that freezing house.”
I hummed in agreement. My face was still a little cold due to the slight wind present in the air. It was still a huge improvement from being trapped inside the icebox that was our house. The night was practically silent. The only audible sounds were the hum of the jets running. I could finally relax after being chilled to the bone for hours.
Dave swam over to me and placed his arm around my shoulder. I collapsed into his side, closing my eyes.
“I love you Y/N.”
I hummed.
“I love you too Dave.”
I leaned my chin on his shoulder, staring into his eyes. He leaned into me, pressing his lips onto mine. I immediately melted into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his plush lips moving in usion with mine.
The kiss quickly became more heated when he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I took that as an invitation to climb onto his waist, straddling his hips.
I ran my hands through his hair, dragging my nails through his scalp as his large hands found their way to my hips. He pulled me towards his body. I could immediately feel his rock hard cock through the bottoms of my swimsuit. I slammed my hips down onto him, more aggressively this time. Dave moaned loudly, my mouth swallowing his sounds.
Dave brought his hands to the sides of my thighs, moving his hands up and down. Every time they came back up, they inched closer to my clothed heat.
I felt the warm water hit my pussy when Dave moved the bottoms of my swimsuit to the side. He ran a finger up through my folds. I whimpered and broke the kiss so I could bury my face into the crook of his neck.
He teasingly ran his finger up until it lightly grazed my clit before bringing it back down towards my entrance.
“Fuck Dave. Please just do something already.”
I whimpered against his ear. I involuntarily bucked my hips towards his hand when he began cupping my heat and rubbing it gently.
“Do you want me to put my fingers inside of you? Is that what you want, baby?”
I nodded my head vigorously against his neck.
“Use your words.”
He demanded with a raspy tone.
“Please Dave. I want your fingers.”
Dave removed his hands from my pussy, eliciting a plea from my mouth. He brought them to the sides of my hips. Dave untied my bikini bottom and threw it out of the hot tub before bringing his hand back to my folds.
“You’re so wet. So needy.”
He dipped a finger into my pussy, moving it slowly. He was such a tease.
“More.”
I pleaded, bucking my hips forward. Dave wrapped his other arm around my back, keeping me still. He added a second finger, picking up the face. It still wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Please Dave.”
I swallowed thickly.
“You want more babygirl?”
He whispered seductively into my ear. The tone of his voice and his sinful words could have sent me toppling over the edge right then and there.
“Yeah. Please. Give me more.”
I said in between bated breaths. Dave added a third finger and rapidly picked up the pace. I moaned loudly against his neck, quickly muffling the noises in fear that the neighbors were also outside.
“Let me hear you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”
I felt the coil tightening in my stomach. I moved my head back from his neck slightly, making sure to let him hear the soft moans that came from my throat. His long fingers were hitting my walls with every moment. He took his thumb and began rubbing circles around my clit. It didn’t take long until I was cumming aggressively around his fingers. I threw my head back, a strained moan coming from deep within me.
Dave attached his lips to my neck, kissing down to my collarbone and along my chest. He used the hand he had wrapped around me to untie the back of my swimsuit, exposing my bare chest for him. He formed it into a ball in his hands and threw it to the side.
He grabbed my breasts in his extremely large hands, kneading them softly while still placing hickeys along my skin. I sighed deeply at the contact.
“Dave please.”
Dave removed his lips from my skin.
“What do you want, baby?”
I swallowed thickly.
“I want your cock.”
He hummed against my skin.
“So impatient. You’ll get it soon enough.”
He continued to knead my breasts gently. My patience was running thin. I wanted him to hurry up and fuck me until I couldn’t walk anymore. I reached down and began cupping Dave through his swim trunks. He moaned and drew me closer to him. I slipped a finger into his swim trunks and began pulling them down his legs just enough for his cock to spring free from its confines.
I held it in one of my hands, lining it up with my entrance. I sunk down onto his cock, feeling my walls stretch to accommodate his size.
“Fuck.”
Dave buried his head into my neck, his hair falling down onto my chest.
“You feel so good, Y/N. So nice and tight.”
I began bouncing up and down on his lap, feeling his dick slip in and out of me with ease. The pleasure was short-lived. My legs began to cramp soon after it started to feel incredible.
“Fuck.”
Dave removed his head from my neck, staring into my eyes.
“You alright?”
I nodded, rubbing my leg.
“Yeah. My goddamn leg just cramped, that’s all. Give me a minute.”
Dave wrapped his hands around my waist, turning around and lifting me onto the side of the hot tub. The cold concrete didn’t bother me. He sat on his knees and swiftly buried his cock into my pussy. He quickly began thrusting aggressively, my whole body shaking every time he pounded into me. He placed his hands under my knees, pulling me forward slightly to meet his thrusts. I felt nothing but pure pleasure and bliss as he fucked me.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, trying not to let my body fall backwards onto the hard concrete. I let my head fall back until I was staring blankly at the dark sky with an open mouth.
The tip of his cock grazed my g spot and I let out a strangled moan.
“Fuck! Dave please don’t stop, keep going.”
Dave responded to my pleas by speeding up his movements, the tight feeling in my stomach growing with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin complimented the pornographic moans coming from our lips.
“I’m gonna cum Dave.”
I said with a breathy tone. I had no more energy to beg. I felt Dave’s cock twitch inside of me and I knew he was close too.
“Cum around my cock Y/N.”
His words sent me toppling over the edge. I moaned loudly as I came around his cock. My body suddenly relaxed as I experienced my orgasm. He followed shortly after me, collapsing onto my shoulder as his release coated my walls and dripped down onto the concrete. He thrusted a few more times, helping us both ride out of orgasms. He slipped his cock out of me and leaned back to face me.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“That was good Dave.”
Dave’s face was coated with a thin layer of sweat. Hewas breathing heavily, his hair sticking to his face in certain areas due to the moisture from his sweat. A smug expression was painted on his face.
“I’m not cold anymore.”
I smiled sweetly at him.
“Me neither. I think that’s just what we needed.
There was a brief moment of silence.
“Round two in the shower? I’ll race you.”
I removed my legs from the water and shimmied out of Dave’s grasp before bolting towards the door. Dave was still in the hot tub, swim trunks wrapped around his thighs.
“Hey! That’s not fair!”
I laughed, already in the bathroom by the time he messily clambered out of the hot tub.
A/N: Omg I loved writing this. It was very fun to write!! So thank you for requesting this my lovely person you know who you are <3!! Your requests are coming. It is just taking a little longer than I thought. If I mess up on anything, tell me. And feedback is encouraged. Luv u all. Ɛ> likes and reblogs are appreciated.
Shoto Todoroki
Whenever you were out with Shoto and you saw a kid you would grab his arm and make him look at the small child. He would look at you looking at the small child and his heart would melt because he knew how much you loved kids. You guys thought about having a kid of your own but he was hesitant because he thought that he wouldn’t make a good father. But that was okay with you, you would wait until he was ready. And maybe one day he would be.
Tenya Ida
You both loved kids so much. Especially babies. Whenever Izuku and Uraraka asked you to watch their kids, you guys would immediately say yes! Because how could you guys say no to watching some babies? Tenya and you were both trying for a child but it hasn’t happened yet. But he told you not to worry about it because it will happen sooner or later. So when you found out you were pregnant you immediately ran to his agency and told him he was going to be a father. He was ecstatic he couldn’t wait to hold his baby boy (he is positive its a boy ) in his arms.
Katsuki Bakugo
You loved kids, your boyfriend, Katsuki on the other hand…let’s just say kids annoyed the heckie out of him. You worked with kids everyday and you loved it. You wanted a kid but he said no, not surprising. You begged him, and he still said no. And everytime you would ask he would say “GODDAMMIT WOMEN I DON’T WANT A BABY!!!” So you would let it go and didn’t bring it up again. A few months later Kirishima announced that he was going to be a father. And let me tell you that didn’t sit right with Katsuki. He took you home and fucked you until he put a baby in you. Because if someone was going to be a father it was going to be him not shitty hair.
Izuku Midoriya
My sweet little broccoli boy Deku. *sigh* He loved kids more than you. and that’s saying a lot because you loved kids. You always loved kids and being a teacher let you work with kids everyday. You always like to see your kids excel in their work. And whenever they did something funny you had to tell Deku. Deku lived for the stories you told him about your kids. You guys wanted kids but decided to wait until you guys settled into your new apartment. You both couldn’t wait till that day came.
Please remember to be respectful! It may take me awhile to write a request and that time can also vary depending on what I’m writing.
✅I do write:
Characters: Character x Reader (I prefer writing for GN Readers, but I will do Fem and Male Readers), Character x Character, or Character & Reader (Platonic/Parental Relationships)
Genres: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmate AUs.
Oneshots: Long form stories that focus on one character.
Imagines: Long form scenarios with up to 3 different characters.
Headcanons: Shorter scenarios with up to 5 different characters.
❌I do not write:
Characters: Character/Reader x OC, Yandere!Character/Reader, any sort of Minor x Adult
Genres: Anything NSFW, Matchups, or Songfics
Other: Anything explicitly describing self harm, suicide, sexual assault, abuse, torture, violence, or any subjects I decide I’m uncomfortable writing.
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Fandoms + Characters-
(More characters may be added later on!)
Black Butler: Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive, Bardroy, Mey-Rin, Finny, Claude Faustus, Alois Trancy, Grell Sutcliff (I use she/her pronouns for her!), William T. Spears, Ronald Knox, Undertaker, Joker, Dagger, Snake.
Blue Exorcist: All the Exwires, Yukio Okumura, Memphisto Pheles, Amaimon.
BNHA: All of Class 1-A, Big Three, Neito Monoma, Hitoshi Shinsou, Eraserhead, Present Mic, Hawks, Fat Gum, Sir Nighteye, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi.
Fire Force: All of Company 8, Benimaru Shinmon, Joker.
Haikyuu!!: All of Karasuno (includes coaches and managers), All of Nekoma, Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kotarou Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendou, Eita Semi, Tsutomu Goshiki.
HunterxHunter: Main Four, Adult Trio, All of the Phantom Troupe, Kite, Knuckle Bine.
Description: Bakugou finally asks you on a date after a year of growing to like him more and more, but the outift you’re wearing slowly becomes an issue for your night.
Description: You’re pretty sure you knew enough about Shoto Todoroki when you suddenly became his personal secretary, but you quickly learn that you were (almost) all wrong.
Description: You were just a regular, overworked pro hero and UA teacher when you met your soulmate on a late night patrol… and he’s a wanted criminal, Soulmate AU.
Description: Dabi finds himself watching a performance at some hole in the wall Cafe (literally) and, when he comes back to see it again, he meets the singer.
