What do you think Nash's ideal type would be? Or the type of person he'd get in a serious relationship with?
Huh, this one is a tough one to answer. My opinion would be is that it would take a long time for Nash to realise he likes, or even loves, someone. Depending on what his childhood was like, you could say that in his teen years, he might want someone like him, which, eventually, would turn out to be a bad idea.
Yet, as he grows older, I believe his type of person would be someone who would understand, or at least try to, his personality. He's direct, he can be mean and I also think he's the type who would read a message and don't reply. All depending on what the message would be of course. He's also easy to rile up, anger, so that also falls into consideration. But at the same time I think he'd also like someone similar to him - someone outgoing, who wouldn't stay inside constantly, to explore new things and even have some of that spitfire inside of them.
That doesn't mean he wouldn't love someone opposite of him. I think it all depends on time, when he falls for someone. I could see him being smitten to the point of him travelling across the states just to see them.
But one thing I'm sure of. He'd want his partner to know that sometimes basketball might be a priority, especially in the beginning of the relationship. As they stay together longer, spend time together, those priorites might change.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: General
Word Count: 2.300
Genre: Slice of Life | Hurt/Comfort | Angst | Romance
Summary: When your past catches up to you, Nash is there to hold you.
Notes: I know it's been hella long time since I last posted anything and for that I apologise. Everything has been piling up so much that I really needed to write something out.
Stretching your legs, you turn in your bed when the first breeze of wind startles you. A chill runs down your spine, goosebumps on your arms before you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. Something is missing, but you don’t know exactly what.
Opening one eye, you narrow your eyebrows, expecting the sun only to be met with nothing. A whine escapes your lips as you turn, hating the fact you woke up much earlier than intended. You’re expecting something, a warmth on the other side of the bed, but there’s nothing. It’s cold and empty and it makes you open your eyes to look around.
There’s no sign of anyone but you being here. There’s silence and neither your dog is found anywhere. You whistle for Spot, expecting him to come running into the bedroom and jump on your bed, but you’re waiting for nothing.
You wait a minute, two, before you decide to look for your dog. Standing up, you unconsciously stretch your arms as you slip into the slippers and leave the bedroom.
“Spot?” you call quietly, looking around the living room.
You expect him to be lying on the couch, like he usually does, but he's not there. Narrowing your eyebrows, you walk towards the kitchen, expecting Nash, but he's not there either. Closing your eyes, you take in a shaky breath, leaning on the doorway of the living room when you hear a whistle. It's followed by a bark and you realise it's coming from the outside.
Walking towards the door that leads onto the terrace, you open and the first thing you see coming from the forest is Spot. He's looking behind, but like he's sensing you, he turns his head in front and paces up until he almost sends you to the floor. You laugh and rub his head and torso when he leans deeper into your touch.
“Did we wake you up?” Nash's voice makes you look at him.
You shake your head, smiling. “Just woke up, actually.”
Nash approaches you and he leans down, kissing you directly on the lips. You're still not used to the affection he's suddenly showering you with, but it feels nice. Spot decides it's a brilliant idea to run past you inside, which makes you stumble.
“Spot.” Nash calls in a warning tone, sending him a rather playful glare.
Looking at your dog, you see his ears deflate and head low as he stares at you both. You're shaking your head, more amused at how close they've already become. Despite knowing Spot has always been fond of people he knows, he definitely wasn’t kind to strangers and it took him time to warm up to someone.
"Wanna grab a bite at the diner?" Nash wraps an arm around you before he kisses you on the lips.
A smile spreads across your lips as you nod. "Sounds perfect…" you murmur.
You hear Spot barking from inside, but you don't mind. You let Nash lead you inside. He sits you down in the kitchen and you watch him walk towards the stove when the smell of coffee hits you. Your heart skips a beat when you realise that he made some for you before he left with Spot.
You’re sitting outside the diner, with Spot by your feet. Looking around, you notice a couple of people you got to know in the time you live here. They smile at you, greeting that you return without hesitation before their eyes fall on Nash. You can see the recognition in their gaze that only proves your assumption when they begin to talk to each other.
Turning to Nash, you’re about to tell him, but he’s already looking at you. He raises an eyebrow, like he wonders what you’ll say, only for you to remain quiet instead. You feel your cheeks burn at the intensity that makes you avoid his gaze, feeling your voice being caught in your throat.
Reaching for your cup, you take a sip, finding more interest in anything else but the man sitting in front of you.
Nash chuckles as he says; “What’s gotten you so silent now?” in a teasing manner. “Cat got your tongue?”
You send him a glare, but remain quiet. You play with your fingers, glancing at Spot, who remains lying. He turns his head occasionally, but remains by your side. And then you spot it. A child, no older than five years, is running towards your table, or more precisely, to Nash with a wide smile that could rival anyone’s.
“Hi!” he greets, his eyes shining brightly as he stares up at Nash.
A smile on his lips and Nash is greeting the boy back, who asks him for an autograph while his small hands hold onto a notebook and a pen. You watch in slight amusement at how smitten he looks for the boy and suddenly you wonder how your children would look.
Shaking your head, Nash catches your gaze like he knows what you’re thinking about. You feel your cheeks heat up and turn to look at the boy, who’s running back to his mother, jumping from joy as he shows what Nash signed. You smile softly, knowing the boy will cherish it for a long time.
And as much as you wish to have a child, you're reminded of all those days and times you spent awake late at night, wondering why men keep on ghosting you. When you went on a hike and a few teens made fun of you for not being a size 4 just because you weren’t in form. How you were never even a chance when you were out with friends and men were hitting on them, making you feel like an outcast instead.
You startle when Nash reaches for your hand. His gaze is filled with worry and it makes you wonder when he’ll get sick of you. When will he stop coming? When will he stop texting you?
“You okay?” he asks.
You’re not sure what expression you’re making, but it’s obvious Nash doesn’t buy your excuse: “I’m fine,” for a second.
But he doesn’t pry.
And it makes you wonder just how much he truly likes you.
The drive back to the cabin is rather quiet. Nash tries to talk to you, but your short replies soon make him give up. He holds your hand while driving, yet it doesn’t seem like it bothers him too much. The silence, that is.
You nibble on your lower lip, your thoughts loud.
You’re not sure when you arrive back to the cabin; not until Nash is looking at you. He might have said something, you’re not sure, so you wait for him to repeat it. Except that he doesn’t. He remains quiet, his eyes looking straight into yours until you’re the first to avoid his gaze.
“Don’t avoid me.” He’s the first to break the silence.
Turning his way once again, Nash narrows his eyebrows. He knows something is wrong.
He reaches out for your hand that rests on your thighs, giving it a small squeeze. “Don’t push me away.” His voice is quieter and filled with … sadness.
“You should go home.”
It’s not what you wanted to say. You don’t want him to leave, not even for a minute, and the words you’ve just spoken surprised him as well–not just you–, because his eyes are wide. You want to take those words back, but your body isn’t listening to you.
“Are you crazy?” he snorts, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “No way am I leaving you. Not now.”
Releasing you, he steps out of the car and you feel tears brim in your eyes. You watch him go around the car until he’s pulling you out of your seat. He cups your face and wipes away the tears with his thumbs before he kisses your forehead. Feeling powerless, you let him walk you back into the cabin, Spot already a few steps ahead, until he sits you down on the terrace.
At this point, you try to hide your sadness even more, but Nash has none of it, because the minute he is gone, he’s already back with your favourite blanket, despite the warm and sunny weather, and chocolate milk you have stored in the refrigerator. Your chest tightens at how easily he can read you.
You feel your eyes tear up and for a split second he panics. He’s unsure what to do and a part of you expects him to turn and leave, yet just like a moment before, he proves you wrong. He sits beside you and wraps his arms around you.
“I don’t know what got into this pretty head of yours, but the last thing I’ll do is to leave you alone.”
“You will eventually…” you murmur more to yourself.
It’s like time has frozen. Nash stills completely as you bite your lower lip. You refuse to look at him, but he holds your chin and forces you to turn your head. Your eyes meet his and there’s something in his gaze, you haven’t seen yet; sadness.
“Princess,” he whisper-calls and you melt at his nickname; “I promise you, I’m not leaving. You’re stuck with me, so please … talk to me…” he pleads.
Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath before you slowly let it out.
“I never got along with my family…” You start quietly and Nash reaches for your hands instead, squeezing them in his. “There was also this boy,” a small smile spreads across your lips at his memory; “that I loved. Perhaps there are still some feelings lingering deep down in my heart, aching for his touch and his brightness that I adored.”
Nash remains silent. You open your eyes and avert them towards Spot, who’s lying by your feet, sleeping.
“Maybe I should have seen all those ‘red flags’ everyone was speaking of, yet I remained blind to them, because I cared for him too much. I loved him to the point I was prepared to leave everything in that same moment if he called and said he needed me.” Letting out a shaky breath, you lower your gaze at your hands. He’s caressing them and you feel your chest tighten, because no one has ever done that before.
“We only ever talked when it was convenient for him and did the things he liked.”
You feel like a concrete wall around your heart is beginning to crack open the longer Nash remains silent, giving you nothing but to be there and hold you, even if only your hands.
“He never listened. Whenever I wanted to go to a cinema, to watch a certain movie, he didn’t like it. When I sent him a song I loved, he said there could never be a more stupid band instead.” you close your eyes, letting out a small breath you unknowingly held. “Yet at the same time, it wasn’t all that bad. He was there when I felt bad about myself. He made my days less bearable, surprised me so many times I couldn’t help but love him, forget all the bad things, because that’s normal in a relationship, no?”
Expecting no answer, you stare at your hands.
“Which is why I’m afraid of love. I’m afraid I’ll fall so deeply that the moment they leave, I won’t be able to breathe.” You feel your eyes tearing up the more you remember those days. How many hours you spent waiting on his message, reply, only to receive what you already expected; a simple “no”.
“I won’t say I’m like that, ‘cause that would be a lie.” Nash speaks after a moment. He’s still holding your hands and you can feel his eyes on you, but you’re too afraid to look at him. “I have games in other countries–”
“It’s not that.” you overtake him immediately. A tear slips down and you laugh. “I know all of that and I’m glad, happy you can do what you love, but after so many times of hearing “no”, “I don’t have time”, “I’m tired”, “I want something else than a drink” and all that constantly, over and over again, I don’t feel loved.” You look at him, unable to hold it back anymore as more tears stream down. “Every time I wanted to do something, just a goddamn drink, a simple drink, I was met with no. With two guys, two. I’m afraid that one day you’ll get tired of me and when I want to spend some time with you, I’d be met with the same word; “no” without giving a different time or date. I need reassurance that we’re okay, that you still like me, that I won’t have to go months without seeing you and expect...everything...”
Voice cracking towards the end, you bite your lower lip and look away.
“I-I thought I'll be fine after it happened once, but I guess I love to torment myself. A-and it's okay if it-it's not at that time, any-any other time is okay, as l-long as you agree to a simple drink...”
“[Name]...” Nash calls your name softly. “I'll stay.”
And just like that, an invisible dam that was holding back your emotions broke. In a second Nash holds you in his arms as you cry into his chest. You hold onto his shirt like you're holding onto your own life. He's caressing your back, rocking you back and forward softly. You feel embarrassed for being so vulnerable in front of him, but after telling him all of that, you knew it was only a matter of time before you broke down.
Nash presses a kiss on the side of your head. “I'm not leaving you.” His voice is soft, yet at the same time sounds final.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: General
Word Count: 2.300
Genre: Slice of Life | Hurt/Comfort | Angst | Romance
Summary: When your past catches up to you, Nash is there to hold you.
Notes: I know it's been hella long time since I last posted anything and for that I apologise. Everything has been piling up so much that I really needed to write something out.
Stretching your legs, you turn in your bed when the first breeze of wind startles you. A chill runs down your spine, goosebumps on your arms before you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself. Something is missing, but you don’t know exactly what.
Opening one eye, you narrow your eyebrows, expecting the sun only to be met with nothing. A whine escapes your lips as you turn, hating the fact you woke up much earlier than intended. You’re expecting something, a warmth on the other side of the bed, but there’s nothing. It’s cold and empty and it makes you open your eyes to look around.
There’s no sign of anyone but you being here. There’s silence and neither your dog is found anywhere. You whistle for Spot, expecting him to come running into the bedroom and jump on your bed, but you’re waiting for nothing.
You wait a minute, two, before you decide to look for your dog. Standing up, you unconsciously stretch your arms as you slip into the slippers and leave the bedroom.
“Spot?” you call quietly, looking around the living room.
You expect him to be lying on the couch, like he usually does, but he's not there. Narrowing your eyebrows, you walk towards the kitchen, expecting Nash, but he's not there either. Closing your eyes, you take in a shaky breath, leaning on the doorway of the living room when you hear a whistle. It's followed by a bark and you realise it's coming from the outside.
Walking towards the door that leads onto the terrace, you open and the first thing you see coming from the forest is Spot. He's looking behind, but like he's sensing you, he turns his head in front and paces up until he almost sends you to the floor. You laugh and rub his head and torso when he leans deeper into your touch.
“Did we wake you up?” Nash's voice makes you look at him.
You shake your head, smiling. “Just woke up, actually.”
Nash approaches you and he leans down, kissing you directly on the lips. You're still not used to the affection he's suddenly showering you with, but it feels nice. Spot decides it's a brilliant idea to run past you inside, which makes you stumble.
“Spot.” Nash calls in a warning tone, sending him a rather playful glare.
Looking at your dog, you see his ears deflate and head low as he stares at you both. You're shaking your head, more amused at how close they've already become. Despite knowing Spot has always been fond of people he knows, he definitely wasn’t kind to strangers and it took him time to warm up to someone.
"Wanna grab a bite at the diner?" Nash wraps an arm around you before he kisses you on the lips.
A smile spreads across your lips as you nod. "Sounds perfect…" you murmur.
You hear Spot barking from inside, but you don't mind. You let Nash lead you inside. He sits you down in the kitchen and you watch him walk towards the stove when the smell of coffee hits you. Your heart skips a beat when you realise that he made some for you before he left with Spot.
You’re sitting outside the diner, with Spot by your feet. Looking around, you notice a couple of people you got to know in the time you live here. They smile at you, greeting that you return without hesitation before their eyes fall on Nash. You can see the recognition in their gaze that only proves your assumption when they begin to talk to each other.
Turning to Nash, you’re about to tell him, but he’s already looking at you. He raises an eyebrow, like he wonders what you’ll say, only for you to remain quiet instead. You feel your cheeks burn at the intensity that makes you avoid his gaze, feeling your voice being caught in your throat.
Reaching for your cup, you take a sip, finding more interest in anything else but the man sitting in front of you.
Nash chuckles as he says; “What’s gotten you so silent now?” in a teasing manner. “Cat got your tongue?”
You send him a glare, but remain quiet. You play with your fingers, glancing at Spot, who remains lying. He turns his head occasionally, but remains by your side. And then you spot it. A child, no older than five years, is running towards your table, or more precisely, to Nash with a wide smile that could rival anyone’s.
“Hi!” he greets, his eyes shining brightly as he stares up at Nash.
A smile on his lips and Nash is greeting the boy back, who asks him for an autograph while his small hands hold onto a notebook and a pen. You watch in slight amusement at how smitten he looks for the boy and suddenly you wonder how your children would look.
Shaking your head, Nash catches your gaze like he knows what you’re thinking about. You feel your cheeks heat up and turn to look at the boy, who’s running back to his mother, jumping from joy as he shows what Nash signed. You smile softly, knowing the boy will cherish it for a long time.
And as much as you wish to have a child, you're reminded of all those days and times you spent awake late at night, wondering why men keep on ghosting you. When you went on a hike and a few teens made fun of you for not being a size 4 just because you weren’t in form. How you were never even a chance when you were out with friends and men were hitting on them, making you feel like an outcast instead.
You startle when Nash reaches for your hand. His gaze is filled with worry and it makes you wonder when he’ll get sick of you. When will he stop coming? When will he stop texting you?
“You okay?” he asks.
You’re not sure what expression you’re making, but it’s obvious Nash doesn’t buy your excuse: “I’m fine,” for a second.
But he doesn’t pry.
And it makes you wonder just how much he truly likes you.
The drive back to the cabin is rather quiet. Nash tries to talk to you, but your short replies soon make him give up. He holds your hand while driving, yet it doesn’t seem like it bothers him too much. The silence, that is.
You nibble on your lower lip, your thoughts loud.
You’re not sure when you arrive back to the cabin; not until Nash is looking at you. He might have said something, you’re not sure, so you wait for him to repeat it. Except that he doesn’t. He remains quiet, his eyes looking straight into yours until you’re the first to avoid his gaze.
“Don’t avoid me.” He’s the first to break the silence.
Turning his way once again, Nash narrows his eyebrows. He knows something is wrong.
He reaches out for your hand that rests on your thighs, giving it a small squeeze. “Don’t push me away.” His voice is quieter and filled with … sadness.
“You should go home.”
It’s not what you wanted to say. You don’t want him to leave, not even for a minute, and the words you’ve just spoken surprised him as well–not just you–, because his eyes are wide. You want to take those words back, but your body isn’t listening to you.
“Are you crazy?” he snorts, his hand reaching up to cup your face. “No way am I leaving you. Not now.”
Releasing you, he steps out of the car and you feel tears brim in your eyes. You watch him go around the car until he’s pulling you out of your seat. He cups your face and wipes away the tears with his thumbs before he kisses your forehead. Feeling powerless, you let him walk you back into the cabin, Spot already a few steps ahead, until he sits you down on the terrace.
At this point, you try to hide your sadness even more, but Nash has none of it, because the minute he is gone, he’s already back with your favourite blanket, despite the warm and sunny weather, and chocolate milk you have stored in the refrigerator. Your chest tightens at how easily he can read you.
You feel your eyes tear up and for a split second he panics. He’s unsure what to do and a part of you expects him to turn and leave, yet just like a moment before, he proves you wrong. He sits beside you and wraps his arms around you.
“I don’t know what got into this pretty head of yours, but the last thing I’ll do is to leave you alone.”
“You will eventually…” you murmur more to yourself.
It’s like time has frozen. Nash stills completely as you bite your lower lip. You refuse to look at him, but he holds your chin and forces you to turn your head. Your eyes meet his and there’s something in his gaze, you haven’t seen yet; sadness.
“Princess,” he whisper-calls and you melt at his nickname; “I promise you, I’m not leaving. You’re stuck with me, so please … talk to me…” he pleads.
Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath before you slowly let it out.
“I never got along with my family…” You start quietly and Nash reaches for your hands instead, squeezing them in his. “There was also this boy,” a small smile spreads across your lips at his memory; “that I loved. Perhaps there are still some feelings lingering deep down in my heart, aching for his touch and his brightness that I adored.”
Nash remains silent. You open your eyes and avert them towards Spot, who’s lying by your feet, sleeping.
“Maybe I should have seen all those ‘red flags’ everyone was speaking of, yet I remained blind to them, because I cared for him too much. I loved him to the point I was prepared to leave everything in that same moment if he called and said he needed me.” Letting out a shaky breath, you lower your gaze at your hands. He’s caressing them and you feel your chest tighten, because no one has ever done that before.
“We only ever talked when it was convenient for him and did the things he liked.”
You feel like a concrete wall around your heart is beginning to crack open the longer Nash remains silent, giving you nothing but to be there and hold you, even if only your hands.
“He never listened. Whenever I wanted to go to a cinema, to watch a certain movie, he didn’t like it. When I sent him a song I loved, he said there could never be a more stupid band instead.” you close your eyes, letting out a small breath you unknowingly held. “Yet at the same time, it wasn’t all that bad. He was there when I felt bad about myself. He made my days less bearable, surprised me so many times I couldn’t help but love him, forget all the bad things, because that’s normal in a relationship, no?”
Expecting no answer, you stare at your hands.
“Which is why I’m afraid of love. I’m afraid I’ll fall so deeply that the moment they leave, I won’t be able to breathe.” You feel your eyes tearing up the more you remember those days. How many hours you spent waiting on his message, reply, only to receive what you already expected; a simple “no”.
“I won’t say I’m like that, ‘cause that would be a lie.” Nash speaks after a moment. He’s still holding your hands and you can feel his eyes on you, but you’re too afraid to look at him. “I have games in other countries–”
“It’s not that.” you overtake him immediately. A tear slips down and you laugh. “I know all of that and I’m glad, happy you can do what you love, but after so many times of hearing “no”, “I don’t have time”, “I’m tired”, “I want something else than a drink” and all that constantly, over and over again, I don’t feel loved.” You look at him, unable to hold it back anymore as more tears stream down. “Every time I wanted to do something, just a goddamn drink, a simple drink, I was met with no. With two guys, two. I’m afraid that one day you’ll get tired of me and when I want to spend some time with you, I’d be met with the same word; “no” without giving a different time or date. I need reassurance that we’re okay, that you still like me, that I won’t have to go months without seeing you and expect...everything...”
Voice cracking towards the end, you bite your lower lip and look away.
“I-I thought I'll be fine after it happened once, but I guess I love to torment myself. A-and it's okay if it-it's not at that time, any-any other time is okay, as l-long as you agree to a simple drink...”
“[Name]...” Nash calls your name softly. “I'll stay.”
And just like that, an invisible dam that was holding back your emotions broke. In a second Nash holds you in his arms as you cry into his chest. You hold onto his shirt like you're holding onto your own life. He's caressing your back, rocking you back and forward softly. You feel embarrassed for being so vulnerable in front of him, but after telling him all of that, you knew it was only a matter of time before you broke down.
Nash presses a kiss on the side of your head. “I'm not leaving you.” His voice is soft, yet at the same time sounds final.
Hi I wanted to read your Family oneshot about nash gold jr. The one where he’a a cop but Imm not sure if the link is working or not it like takes me to a microsoft log in page. Is that intended to happen?
Hello! Thank you so much for telling me. I think it might be about time I check the links again 😅😅 I changed the link, so I think now it mustt work.
Here's the link that goes to that short imagine Family
Don't you worry, it's coming and I believe it's gonna be full of fluff cause I need lots of fluff and cuddles these days that I just can't seem to get any (ಥ﹏ಥ)
I have a week-long vacation at the end of April, so I might actually work on some wips at last.
Rating: General
Genre: Hurt/Comfort | Family | Found family
Summary: Seven times Nezu wondered what kind of family Lambo lives in and one time he was glad there's at least one normal person.
Crossposted: AO3 | FFNet
Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn
Rating: General
Genre: Hurt/Comfort | Family | Found family
Summary: Seven times Nezu wondered what kind of family Lambo lives in and one time he was glad there's at least one normal person.
Notes: I know it's been a while since I posted anything, but I have to get this one out of my chest. It's one of the ideas that's been in my drafts and head for so many years and right now seems to be the best time to share it with you. I've been going through some writer's block (which is, unfortunately, still on-going), to work and so many more things that happened in the last few weeks, I can barely take a breather.
At the moment I have 10 chapters in plan for this story and I hope you'll like it as much as I like the idea.
CHAPTER 2
Tsuna was frowning. He was sitting inside his office, staring at the letter his mother sent him. He should have expected something like this would happen sooner or later. He narrowed his eyebrows, put the letter down and sighed, feeling an oncoming headache.
“Boss?” A female voice called out and Tsuna looked at his Mist Guardian. “Everything alright?” Chrome tilted her head slightly to the side, her gaze worried, but still curious.
“Ah,” Tsuna wasn’t sure if he should nod or shake his head. “Mom sent me a letter, saying she and dad are going on a trip next week. It was about time…” he murmured the last sentence under his breath.
Chrome widened her eyes. “Are you worried?”
“Not for them,” Tsuna murmured and stood up. “Although Bianchi and Hibari are in Japan, I don’t expect them to watch over Fūta, Lambo and I-Pin. They have other things to take care of.” He sweat dropped, making Chrome smile.
“Should we prepare for departure?”
Tsuna walked around his table with a small smile mirroring Chrome’s. “A little bit of break won’t do anyone any harm.”
Tsuna knew he should have expected anything when he decided to go back to Namimori. Calling for his Guardians wasn’t exactly an easy job since they’ve been on missions or out of the reach, but then again he expected Reborn to be against the idea. Much to his surprise, he agreed with it. With Ryohei and Mukuro on their missions, Gokudera was making sure everything would go to a T. And for some miracle, it did.
Standing in front of his house in Namimori, Tsuna stared at it. He blinked and tilted his head, confused. Something was missing. He wasn’t sure what exactly, but something was missing. It was too quiet for his liking.
“Tsuna-nii!” Voices called out.
Tsuna turned and smiled. “Fūta, I-Pin,” he called for the teens. “Done with classes for the week?” he asked.
“Yes,” Fūta nodded. “I wanted to wait for Lambo as well, but I only met I-Pin.” He frowned and both turned to I-Pin, who averted her gaze. “We’ve searched for Lambo, but he was nowhere to be found.”
“Hm,” Tsuna hummed. “What can I say? Four months was already long enough.” He chuckled, shaking his head only to sweat drop a moment later. He didn’t like this, whatever this was.
The three walked inside, but not before Tsuna looked down the street feeling worried.
It passed an hour until the doors opened only to be slammed shut that made Tsuna raise an eyebrow. He was sitting in the living room, facing towards the hallway so he clearly saw Lambo in distress, his hair much messier than usual with dirt on his face. Tsuna frowned and was about to call for Lambo, but the teen stomped his way upstairs and shut the doors behind. Looking towards I-Pin, who was sitting by the table, working on her homework, she was biting on her lower lip, nervous. Fūta was sitting across from her, focused on his laptop, but even he didn’t miss the ruckus that was going on.
“Did something happen at school?” Tsuna’s curiosity beat him and I-Pin flinched.
It was all the answer he needed.
Letting out a sigh, Tsuna massaged his head when his phone rang. He took it from the table and looked at the caller before picking it up. “Gokudera,” he greeted his right-hand man. “Did Lambo contact you since school started?”
Fūta and I-Pin looked at each other. Not a moment later, Chrome was standing in the living room as Tsuna talked with Gokudera on the phone. His voice was quiet, but Fūta and I-Pin heard him clearly. They soon moved from talking about Lambo on other matters, frowning when Chrome handed him a paper with a crooked smile on her lips. Tsuna sighed when he read it.
“Everything alright Jūdaime?” Gokudera asked.
“Yes,” he murmured. “I’m worried about Lambo, nothing else.”
“What did he do now?” Gokudera sighed.
“You should be asking who’s their homeroom teacher.” Tsuna leaned on his knees.
“Ah,” Gokudera grumbled, having an idea. “I never liked that man. ‘s there a chance he could miraculously get fired?”
“No.” The young boss exasperated. “It’s just three years. I’m sure everything will be alright.”
Chrome was standing in front of the Sawada house. She stared at the last name on the gates before she heard the door open. Raising her gaze, a smile spread across her lips when she saw I-Pin, Lambo and Tsuna behind them. There was a pout on Lambo’s lips and her expression softened.
“It’s not my fault, Tsuna-nii!” Lambo opposed.
“I know, Lambo.” Tsuna sighed. “Nezu-sensei is … old and he’s not fond of students who get bad marks or students who are aloof but still get best scores.”
“Sounds like you and Bakadera.” Lambo grumbled, kicking a stone and Tsuna closed his eyes. Lambo gave a small smile and waved when he spotted Chrome, adding; “Good morning, Chrome.” I-Pin followed right behind, smiling widely.
“Good morning, Lambo, I-Pin.” Chrome greeted back. She stepped aside to give Tsuna and Lambo space, walking towards the car. “Boss,” she greeted the latter.
“Chrome,” Tsuna nodded with his head before he opened the door on the backseat, watching I-Pin and Lambo sit in. “What do you think Reborn will do when he hears you ended in a fight at school? In the third month since it began.”
“Probably ask if I won?” Lambo tried and grinned when Tsuna laughed. He shrugged a moment later. “It’s not my fault I’m the magnet for trouble. I mean, I'm a Lightning Guardian for a reason, y’know.”
Tsuna shook his head, a smile on his lips. “Try not to get into more fights at school. Especially with Nezu-sensei.” He closed the door and opened the ones for Chrome. He smiled at her before he walked on the driver’s side and sat in, looking at Lambo in the rear view mirror. “I talked to Gokudera, so if you have any kind of trouble, you can always call him, Chrome or me.”
Lambo’s arms were crossed over his chest, eyes focused outside instead.
“Lambo …” Tsuna called.
I-Pin looked at Lambo and secretly elbowed him.
“Yes, yes,” the teen sighed. “I get it, I get it. Call any of you if something happens. As usual.” He rolled his eyes and I-Pin shot him a glare.
Tsuna’s lips twitched, but didn’t say a word. The rest of the drive to school was quiet except for I-Pin and Lambo talking to each other. Tsuna eyed Lambo once in a while, but said nothing. Stopping near the gates, Lambo’s eyebrows narrowed. Tsuna quietly stared at him and before he could say a word, the teen was already out of the car. A sigh was the only thing heard in the car until Chrome spoke;
“I’ll look after Lambo.”
Tsuna looked at her and smiled. “Thank you.” Chrome returned the smile and went to open the door. “Call me once you’re done talking to Nezu-sensei.”
“I will,” Chrome nodded. Before she closed the door, she looked back at her boss. “Mukuro-sama will arrive in a couple of days.”
“Ah,” Tsuna nodded. “Thank you,” he added and watched Chrome tell something to the young guardian because in the next moment his shoulders slumped and nodded with his head. Biting the inner of his cheek, he remained there for a while more, feeling more and more worried.
“I do hope it won’t get worse.” He sighed. “The last thing I need is Reborn on my back and demanding answers.”
The children’s laughter and teachers’ voices surrounded Chrome while she was sitting on a chair. She closed her eye, immediately sensing I-Pin’s and Lambo’s presence in their classrooms, surrounded by their classmates. A small smile spread across her lips before she opened her eye again and focused her attention on a man in early sixties that walked inside. He walked towards her and widened his eyes when he spotted her.
“I’m sorry for arriving right before classes start, but I’m not available in the afternoon.” Chrome spoke, her smile sweet and gentle.
“It’s-it’s alright.” Nezu stuttered and sat down. “Are you here for … Lambo?” he questioned warily.
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Oh,” Nezu murmured. “I didn’t know he had such a young mother.” He frowned.
“Sister,” Chrome corrected and Nezu’s eyes widened. “Mother won’t be available for a couple of days, so our brother asked me to come.”
“Brother?”
The only answer Nezu received was a smile even sweeter. A chill ran down his spine, but was quick to shake his head. He reached for a drawer in his desk, opened it and took a couple of papers out. He placed them in front of Chrome, gaze hard. Chrome looked down, exams displayed and managed to remain expressionless as she caught the grade. She almost averted her gaze to the side, already hearing Gokudera throwing a fit on Lambo’s low score. She didn’t need to hear what Nezu was talking about, because it certainly wasn’t anything good. But she could handle it.
“I have never in my whole career had a student as bad as Lambo is.” Nezu shook his head disapprovingly. “He always gets into arguments, fights, always wants attention. And his grades?” he narrowed his eyebrows. “He’s a no-good student, that is what he is.”
“I see.”
Nezu blinked with his eyes and looked at Chrome. She was smiling and he wondered if it was just him or did the whole office become colder.
“I’ll talk to my brother and mother when she comes home.”
All Nezu managed was a nod and a rather silent; “Please do.” before he continued to talk about Lambo’s bad qualities as a student.
Chrome’s smile softened before she let out a silent sigh. Boss won’t be happy… She thought to herself and looked at the exam results. She could already hear Gokudera arguing with Lambo while Yamamoto is trying to calm them down with Tsuna having another headache.
But then again … maybe she could make an illusion? Just one? After all, no one would know.
No, Chrome shook her head, but Nezu didn’t seem to see it. I cannot disappoint my boss.
But a harmless illusion won’t be too much, would it? she wondered and an almost invisible smile spread across her lips. A small harmless illusion indeed.
Lambo was walking towards the gates of school with I-Pin beside. His hands were in his pocket, a frown on his face when he spotted a familiar face. A smile spread across his and I-Pin’s lips and they rushed towards Chrome, who was waiting for them. She smiled and greeted them before they began walking down the street.
“How was school?” she asked and looked at the two teens.
“Manageable,” Lambo answered while I-Pin said; “Okay.”
Chrome nodded.
“Is Tsuna-nii at home?” Lambo looked at Chrome, who shook her head. He pouted while I-Pin looked at her feet, sadness and disappointment visible on their faces.
“Reborn-san called and asked him to look over some things. He left an hour ago, but should be back by dinner time.” She explained before adding; “Did Nezu-sensei give you a hard time today?”
Lambo’s eyes widened, his head snapping to look at Chrome, who was staring ahead instead. “I knew something was off! It was like he didn’t see me no matter what I did today. And when he did look at me he just looked away instead.” he exclaimed and she smiled. “What did you do?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She replied, but both Lambo and I-Pin knew better. “I may have … played just a bit. Don’t tell the boss though.” Placing a finger on her lips, the two teens nodded with much more excitement, promising not to tell anyone.
There was laughter as they walked. They stopped by the store to get ice-cream – to which both Lambo and I-Pin were happy to get – until they finally arrived at Sawada house. Like Chrome said, Tsuna wasn’t home and neither was Fūta. Being alone was something they weren’t used to, since Nana was always home, so when they walked inside their hearts missed a beat at how quiet it was. It didn’t go unnoticed by Chrome, whose expression turned sadder.
“Why don’t you go upstairs and change clothes before you eat?”
Lambo didn’t say anything, while I-Pin agreed, but both disappeared upstairs. Chrome followed them with her gaze before she walked into the kitchen, where a pot was on the cooking stove. She smiled, knowing Tsuna made sure they would have something to eat.
With the house too quiet, every footstep was heard. Soon the three were sitting by the table, eating and talking. Yet no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t make the quietness disappear like every time before. It wasn’t the same and Chrome knew they missed Tsuna—especially Lambo even if he tried to hide it.
Chrome only hoped Tsuna would come soon.
Opening the doors, Tsuna let out a sigh as he walked inside with Fūta behind. “I didn’t think it would take this long. If I did, I’d immediately refuse.” He hissed when he stretched his arm. Fūta chuckled behind, but Tsuna soon looked towards the living room when he spotted light was still on. His eyes widened when he spotted Chrome sitting on the couch, her head tilted to the side.
Tsuna and Fūta looked at each other. The first one to move closer was the young boss, whose smile was quick to spread across his lips. Chrome was sitting on the couch, eye closed while on one side was lying Lambo with his head on her lap and on the other I-pin, leaning on Chrome’s side.
“They must have been waiting for us.” Fūta quietly commented.
Tsuna checked the time and frowned when he saw it was already past one in the morning. Shaking with his head he moved forward and leaned down to shake Lambo, who didn’t budge at all. All he received was a grumble, followed by a mumble and arm stretching with a punch landing on Tsuna’s cheek. Fūta’s eyes widened and quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing out loud at Tsuna’s expression.
“I’m going too easy on him…” Tsuna grumbled, but lifted the teen in his arms.
Lambo whined at the action, but surprisingly he still hasn't woken up.
“Do you need help?” asked Fūta.
“Could you carry I-Pin to her room please?” Tsuna looked at the teen.
Fūta smiled and lifted I-Pin from her position. Neither of them woke up as Tsuna and Fūta carried the two upstairs. Walking inside Lambo’s room, Tsuna managed to hold back a sigh when he saw what state it was in. Clothes were everywhere except in a closet, his bag in the corner of the room, textbooks forgotten on the table. Shaking his head, Tsuna walked over to Lambo’s bed and relaxed when at least his bed seemed cleaner. He laid Lambo on the bed and looked at him.
“What will I do with you?” Tsuna couldn’t help the sigh.
“Baka Tsuna…” Lambo murmured in his sleep. “…’ways in Italy…”
Tsuna winced. He grabbed the blanket and covered the teen with it. “Sorry for not being here, Lambo.” His voice was quiet. He squatted down and brushed hair off his forehead. He frowned when he spotted an already healed cut that was completely hidden beneath his bangs. Gritting his teeth, Tsuna closed his eyes and took in a deep breath to calm down the anger he felt rising. Knowing Lambo won’t tell him anything about it, he had to make sure to get him off guard.
Massaging his temples, Tsuna could already hear Reborn making a comment on it with Gokudera in the background. Standing straight, Tsuna looked at Lambo one last time before he left the room. He shut the door behind the moment he received a text message. Pulling out the phone, he unlocked it and frowned at the message.
“Everything okay, boss?” Chrome’s voice made Tsuna look down the hallway at his Mist Guardian.
“Chrome,” he called surprised. “Sorry, were we too loud?” he sweat dropped.
Chrome shook her head. “I thought they woke up and went to their bedrooms. I didn’t know you were already home.” she shortly explained and Tsuna smiled.
“Ah, yes,” he nodded. “Things got…long.” He murmured before he looked back at his phone. “It seems Gokudera's plane has some kind of problems.”
Chrome frowned. There were footsteps and Fūta walked onto the hallway. His eyes widened when he spotted Chrome, but greeted her with a warm smile that she returned.
“Why don’t you stay the night here?” Tsuna looked back at Chrome. “It’s already late and not quite safe outside.”
“I don’t want to intrude.” She shook her head.
“Nonsense,” Tsuna waved with a hand. “We have rooms free from all those ten years back, it’s time someone uses them again.” he chuckled and Fūta was quick to agree. “I insist.” He added when he saw her hesitate.
“A-alright,” she nodded after a moment, her cheeks rosy.
Tsuna’s smile grew.
“Oh, Chrome,” Tsuna called when she reached for the doorknob.
“Yes, boss?” she looked at him.
“Next time, you can make the illusion a bit scarier.”
Chrome and Fūta’s eyes widened before a smile spread across her lips. “Understood.”
Fūta looked from Tsuna to Chrome, confusion visible on his face. “What do you mean?” he blurted out as he looked back at Tsuna.
The only answer he received was a smile that sent shivers down his spine.
Fandom: Obey Me! Shall we date
Rating: General
Word Count: 6.900
Genre: Slice of Life | Drama | Hurt/Comfort | Angst
Additional tags: choking
Summary: When the truth of your ancestor came out, you were surprised. You couldn’t say you expected it, but … for some reason it felt weird. Finding out your ancestor long ago was an angel and that a very small part of you is somehow related to the demons confused you. But you accepted that. You accepted the truth and helped the brothers come to accept it as well. It was hard, especially for Belphegor and Beelzebub, but eventually they did. And a part of you already expected for them to compare you to her.
Notes: So this one has been in my drafts for far too long and it’s, in a way, based on a real thing too. Sometimes, if not most of the time, I get called by a different name, which I dismiss completely, but then I wondered what if and this story came. It’s been a long time since I posted anything for Obey Me! Fandom, so I hope I’m not too out of the form..
What you didn’t expect was for it to hurt. You knew them as nothing but demons, for who they showed you to be. But the brothers? You could see those gazes that lingered on you for a second too long, those gentle and warm smiles they sent your way before they disappeared. It hurt. You couldn’t tell them, but it hurt, because they didn’t see you for who you were, but for your ancestor.
But that was okay. It was okay, because at least they were talking to you, still treating you like a normal human being. It was okay, wasn’t it?
You were sitting beside Barbatos in the Student Council Room, talking about the exchange program. Simeon, Luke and Solomon were sitting not too far away, adding what you might have missed. Out of seven brothers, only Satan was present. It didn’t surprise you, since Satan mostly accompanied you from one place to another while others continued to do their own thing.
You felt your phone ring in your pocket, announcing a message. While the rest talked, you took the chance to check, having a hunch it must have been from Mammon. And indeed it was.
Hey wanna come with me later?
You raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was up to now. With a small smile, you quickly typed your answer, accepting it.
If only you wouldn't get your hopes up.
If you were honest to yourself, you were just waiting for it. Waiting for one of them to slip up. You wondered who would be first; one of the twins? Or would it be Lucifer, who you know he still feels regret to this day.
Lilith.
The moment the name slipped off his tongue and not even realising his mistake, was perhaps what hurt the most. You wanted to correct him, saying that no your name wasn’t Lilith, but you couldn’t bring yourself to make that gentle expression disappear. Not now after so many months of him finally opening up to you.
“It’s just one time.” you told yourself. “Just one time.”
Yet it was one too many times, because the second time came and then the third and it went on, until you couldn’t take it anymore.
Perhaps they took you for granted, thinking you wouldn’t be angry, upset that they misspoke your name. They’re demons after all, perhaps that day still lingers in their mind like some do in yours. You remained quiet through this all. And perhaps because Satan was the only one to call you by your name that you spent more and more time with him instead. It wasn’t fair, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt that they never apologised.
“Are you okay?”
You feel Satan’s eyes on you as you sit on an armchair in his room. You’re reading one of Devildom's history books and if it weren’t for his sudden question that startles you, you would have ignored him completely.
Raising your head, a smile spreads across your lips. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’ve been acting strange ever since you came back with Mammon two weeks ago.” He doesn’t look away from you and you know he knows why. After all, the brothers aren’t very subtle about calling you Lilith. “Want to talk about it?”
“No.” You answer much too quickly for your comfort. Wincing at your own brashness, you close the book and sigh. “I’m used to getting my names changed.” You force a smile and something in Satan’s eyes changes, because you look away instead, not liking how he’s looking at you with sadness. “Don’t look at me like that.” you grit your teeth.
“I won’t apologise in their stead.” He says and you hear the book closing before he stands up and walks to one of the many bookshelves. “What they’re doing is not okay, but you must stand up for yourself as well.” You look at his back, staring at him. “The longer you let them, the more they’ll do it. You must draw a line, [Name].”
It feels so odd being called by your name that it makes your chest ache. “I’m not exactly the type to correct someone…” you murmur more to yourself.
“You’ll continue to be hurt by them.”
He’s right. You know he’s right, but no matter how much you try to correct them, you can't let those smiles disappear. “I’m fine…” you whisper.
Satan turns his head to look at you. He stares at you for a moment before he turns back in front. “You’re always welcomed here.” He says instead and you feel your eyes sting from sudden tears.
You’re sobbing, trying to catch a breath, almost to no avail. Hiding in one of the empty classrooms at RAD, you tried to be as quiet as you could be, yet it still seems like luck wasn’t on your side. Someone calls your name and you realise it a bit too late to see Diavolo standing on the doorway. Right beside Lucifer. Something flashes through Lucifer’s eyes and he moves forward before he stops abruptly like he just realised something.
“I-I’m sorry…” It’s unusual for him to stutter, but he turns and leaves instead.
Not once does he look back.
You grip your uniform, biting on your lower lip enough to draw out blood, as you try hard to control your sobs. Diavolo is by your side in a second along with Simeon and Luke, for whom you’re not sure where they came from. You hear Luke asking what’s wrong, what happened, why Lucifer left in a hurry, but you couldn’t answer him, because all you could see was Lucifer’s disappointment, his regret, shame. Why couldn’t he approach you? Was he thinking you were Lilith and when he realised he left? Did you really mean nothing to him?
“H-home…” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I-I wanna g-go home…”
Diavolo and Simeon exchange a glance, but they don’t say a word. Along the way Barbatos comes and the two angels accompany you back to the House of Lamentation. Part of you expects to see one of the brothers there, but there’s no one. You’re not even sure why you expected anyone to be there. Ever since you came to Devildom, you were alone. Even Solomon was different from you even if he’s a human. You can’t exactly call any of them your friends, but they’re not just classmates either.
Once you’ve calmed down, it’s Barbatos who approaches you in the living room where you’re sitting. It’s quiet, too quiet for your liking, yet you can’t bring yourself to call for anyone. Simeon and Luke had to go back to the Academy for a meeting that Diavolo suddenly called upon, so you’re left alone.
“I’ve brought some tea. Would you like some?”
You look at the demon in front of you and smile, giving a small nod.
Barbatos returns the smile before he disappears into the kitchen. Not wanting to be alone, you follow him and sit down by the counter instead. You observed him so many times, yet his elegance continues to amaze you.
“Thank you,” you smile when he places a cup in front of you.
“You’re welcome,” he replies without hesitation as he sits in front of you, a cup in front of him as well.
There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you and you’re not exactly sure what he’s doing here. You can only guess.
“Would you like to go home?” Barbatos is the first to break the silence.
His question makes your eyes wide and you choke on tea, coughing seconds later.
“I-I’m sorry?” you stutter, looking at him.
“I didn’t mean to startle you.” He apologises, looking slightly embarrassed. He hands you a handkerchief that you slowly take, like you’re unsure. “Lord Diavolo wanted me to ask you if you want to go back to the human realm. He noticed something was odd and found you in the classroom, he worries you might feel homesick.”
Averting your gaze, the corners of your lips twitch. You remain silent for a moment before you look directly into his eyes and smile. If you get the chance, you won’t let it slip away. “Yes, I’d like that if it’s not too troublesome.”
Barbatos nods in understanding as silence becomes almost too deafening. At least you can focus on the cup, leaving Barbatos to the silence until he speaks. His voice is quiet, filled with understanding and you wonder if he saw your future.
"Wherever you'll be, you can always call for Lord Diavolo or me."
You meet his eyes and there’s sympathy and warmth in his gaze that makes your chest tight and eyes fill with tears. Barbatos moves before you realise it and he’s embracing you.
Your throat is slowly closing in on you and you feel your eyes burn from the tears you’re hardly holding back. You shut your eyes and hug him back, your hands shaking with realisation dawning on you.
“Thank you…” you whisper into the crook of his neck.
Being back home feels … odd, yet at the same time you have never felt happier than in that same moment you walk through the front door. There's noise and you see your mom cooking, completely startled by the door opening. She's looking at you like she has just seen a ghost. There are tears in your eyes and you're running to her, embracing like your life is depending on it.
You feel the pacts burn in your skin and emotions are overwhelming you that makes you feel like suffocating if it weren't for the small circles on your back that let you know you're home.
There's anger and yells, voices overlapping each other all while Diavolo and Simeon stand there, their expressions telling everything they need to know. Excuses are spoken, blame pointed at the one person that isn't there and it takes just a small amount for the wrath to be felt to the deepest corners of hell.
There's silence, heads lowered in shame and regret. No one dares to say anything, but Satan.
“How is [Name]?”
Anyone could see brothers flinching while Lucifer tries to be as expressionless as ever. But both Simeon and Diavolo know the oldest brother wasn’t fine with the situation either.
For a moment there's silence before Simeon speaks; “They’re happier.”
“Are you suggesting they weren’t happy here?” Mammon glares at the angel.
“Tell me something.” Satan says, his eyes focusing on the latter. All attention falls on him, including Lucifer’s. “In the last three months, how many times have all of you spent some alone time with them?”
Everyone is looking at Satan confused, except for Diavolo and Simeon.
“What do you mean?” Beelzebub asks.
Satan looks directly at Lucifer. “After that incident, how many times have you seen them?”
Lucifer narrows his eyebrows before he looks away, refusing to look at anyone.
Turning to Mammon, Satan continues; “How many times have you called them by a name of a person, who has been dead for centuries?”
The silence that falls upon the room is deafening.
“What are you talking about, Satan?” Luke’s quiet voice breaks the tension the moment he walks inside with Solomon and Barbatos.
No one dares to look at Satan, less alone at Luke or Simeon. Lucifer refuses to look at Diavolo, but feels his eyes on him.
“What do you mean by that?” Luke repeats. “Their name is [Name] and [Name] alone. They don’t have any other name. They shouldn’t have another name, unless they alone decided to change it. But they didn’t or they would tell us. Wouldn’t they, Simeon?” The young angel looks at his friend and protector, who sadly smiles.
“I wonder.” Satan scoffs. “How many times have you called them Lilith unconsciously?”
“What?” Luke’s eyes widen and he looks from one brother to another, his eyes lingering on Beelzebub the most. “But you didn’t, right?” he takes a step towards Lucifer, eyes now focusing on him. “Satan is wrong.” He looks directly at Mammon, who’s turned away, but Luke could see the way he’s gritting his teeth and balling a fist by his side.
“Luke,” Simeon calls softly.
The angel turns his way. “Is that why [Name] left?” his voice is quiet, but the venom and coldness heard in it sends chills down their spine.
“I’m afraid so.” He agrees and looks at Satan.
“Oh…” Luke lowers his head before he leaves without a word.
Simeon closes his eyes and sighs. He sees the way Beelzebub is looking at him and says; “He was supposed to find out eventually either way.”
“Should you leave him alone?” Belphegor asks, eyes lingering on the doorway.
“He can handle himself.” The angel smiles. He looks at Diavolo and Solomon, continuing; “I will leave Devildom for a couple of days. I hope you don’t mind accompanying me, Solomon and Satan.”
“Of course not.” Solomon smiles and looks at Satan, who nods with a huff.
“Don’t worry about the exchange and focus on your work.” Diavolo agrees.
“Did they really leave because of us?” Leviathan speaks as he meddles with his fingers. “Was it truly because we called them Lilith? But it was done unconsciously. We didn’t mean to do it on purpose. It wasn’t on purpose. Why didn’t they correct us? We wouldn’t if they did.”
Satan’s expression changes.
“But they did at first.” Barbatos answers. “They told you their name wasn’t Lilith but [Name]. Yet you brushed it aside like it meant nothing.”
Diavolo looks at Lucifer, who’s gritting his teeth. “What did you see that time, Lucifer?” The said demon looks at him. “In the classroom. Who did you see? Was it [Name]? Or was it Lilith?”
Sitting on a balcony you listen to Luke ramble as he’s comfortably sitting on your lap, his arms wrapped around you. Your mother is inside, preparing dinner when the doorbell rings. A smile spreads across your lips before you laugh at Luke, who immediately straightens up the moment he hears Simeon’s voice.
Instead of letting the angel sit back on his own chair, you embrace him tighter, refusing to let him go.
“Ah, no! Lemme go, [Name], Simeon has come!” Luke is pouting.
“Don’t wanna.” You shake your head.
You hear Simeon’s chuckle when he stands on the doorway of the balcony. Your mother is saying something from inside, but you don’t hear her clearly for the children, who pass just below the balcony are running and screaming.
“Hello,” Simeon greets you and you look at him. “It’s been a while.”
“It has been.” You agree.
Simeon steps outside, his eyes focusing on the children as well as Luke, who gave in on his demise. “It’s always so lively when I visit.”
“It is.” You laugh and brush Luke’s hair from his forehead. He’s quiet, his attention on the string from your hoodie, but there’s no doubt that he’s also listening to your talk. “It’s quite a change from the Devildom.”
For a moment Simeon remains silent, watching the children. “Do you truly want to go through with the plan?” Turning your way, his eyes find yours in a second.
“Yes,” you don’t hesitate to answer. Luke stills his movement and looks at you. “I’ll be alright.”
“You won’t be.” Simeon says. “A part of your soul will be gone along with their pacts. There’s also a possibility you might lose some memories if all seven pacts are gone in that same moment.”
“Then that’s even better.”
“[Name].” he says your name sternly.
“What do you expect me to do, Simeon?” you sigh. “Have they asked you how I am? Where am I? Have they even bothered to think of visiting me? All I feel through their pacts is anger. Even Satan hasn’t sent a letter, less alone a message, since he visited the last time. Does he also blame me for what I'm about to do?”
“No,” Simeon is quick to shake his head. “If anything they’re too prideful to even check up on you.” he goes with his hand through his hair, looking away.
You chuckle at that, expecting it. Yet it still hurt hearing it. Closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath, releasing Luke, who straightens up. You can feel his eyes on you, but instead you look away, afraid to see the pity in his eyes.
“Here you go.” Your mother appears on the doorway, holding a cup of tea in her hands.
Simeon smiles and takes it with gratitude before she disappears back inside. Your heart aches at the sight of your mother. While you didn’t tell her the whole truth – of angels and demons being real instead of only a legend and myth – you told her enough to know that something happened, that you refused to return to the exchange program.
“You know once we go through the procedure, you’ll need weeks, if not months, to recuperate.” Simeon turns to face you. “You won’t be able to remain here in the town.”
“I don’t mind.” you shake your head. “I have an uncle living at the farm. He has a small cottage near-by, so I can stay there.”
Simeon is staring at you, but doesn’t say a word unlike Luke; “But do you truly want to?” His voice is quiet and you look at him. You spot tears in his eyes and you unconsciously reach out to caress his cheek.
“I’ll be okay…” you smile.
You start to believe your own lies.
It’s like every normal day in Devildom. Everything seems to be like in the past, before you came as an exchange student. Each brother kept themselves in their own rooms, not one bothering to check up on you.
Except for one.
Mammon is pacing up and down in his bedroom, biting on his thumb. His eyebrows are furrowed and the longer he thinks and wonders and worries, the more he’s doubtful to go through with his plan.
It’s been two months since you left, since you felt “homesick” and you still haven’t returned back. Mammon knows he messed it up. He knows you’re not Lilith, his fallen sister, but he didn’t know how big the consequences were when he called you by that name. He knows it didn’t happen once, but a couple of times, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when you looked like a lost puppy, just like his sister.
He massages his left wrist, feeling sadness and regret before it tingles. He scratches it when his heart skips a bit when the black lines like vines appear. His eyes widen, because even if he forgot what this moment means, it's still fresh in his memory from when it happened.
"No…" Mammon murmurs to himself and begins shaking his head all while digging nails into his wrist. "No, no, no…" he's chanting, but those same vines begin to disappear along with the emotions he felt just a moment ago.
Suddenly he feels empty, like an empty shell that once held something warm and gentle inside. He feels tears threaten to spill and before he knows it, he's running out of his bedroom and down the hallway. He hears Beelzebub in the background, asking where he's running to, but Mammon doesn't have time to stop and tell him.
It's seconds before it completely disappears that he rushes into Lucifer's room all breathless only to show him the last marks of the pact. Lucifer's eyes focus on it and narrows his eyebrows. He stands up, ready to speak, but he alone is forced to a stop when he feels it.
It starts like a tingle that spreads throughout his whole body until it reaches the inner side of his left wrist and stops there. He watches the black ink of a white side of the yang appear. It lingers for a moment and Lucifer can feel the doubt you might feel for a split second and before he can take action it begins to disappear.
His eyes are wide at the sight. He's frozen on the spot as he watches. Mammon is mumbling something, but Lucifer couldn't care more, because it's the sadness and pain that he feels the last before it disappears. It leaves him bare of any emotion, struggling to breathe until Mammon holds him. He stumbles and looks at his younger brother for answer, yet what greets him is nothing but the realisation that they messed up badly.
By the middle of the day, the whole house of Lamentation is in turmoil. The brothers are talking over each other, asking for your whereabouts, trying to contact you, but Lucifer is lost. He doesn’t know where you are, less alone how to contact you after you left your D.D.D back in the Devildom.
Lucifer recalls Diavolo’s question and shame fills him to the last core. He doesn’t dare to admit it, but he knows Diavolo is right. He should have apologised that day when it happened, and told his brothers to mind what they’re saying. If it wasn’t intentional, he should have prevented it somehow.
But then again, a part of him also blamed you. Refusing to take the whole blame upon his shoulders, when you could have corrected them as much as he could. And if anything it was that emotion alone that made Lucifer just a bit angrier at you than at his brothers. If you didn’t answer when they called you by a different name, it wouldn’t have gotten this far. You wouldn’t leave them. You could have stayed by their side, laughing with them.
Yet instead you remained silent as you took all of it in.
“My, my, what’s with so much noise.” Solomon’s voice makes the arguments quiet down.
“Solomon!” Asmodeus’ eyes are wide like he just came up with an idea. “Solomon, my dear, you must know where [Name] had gone to.”
Solomon blinks with his eyes, confusion visible before it dawns on him. “No, I do not.” His answer is short and simple.
It confuses the brothers.
“But … didn’t you leave with Simeon and Satan?” Beelzebub murmurs.
Solomon turns his way, a smile present on his lips. “I did.” He agrees and just when Mammon is about to speak, he continues; “But we didn’t meet with them after that one time. I don’t know where they are.”
All attention turns to Satan, who silently shakes his head, raising his hands like he doesn’t know either. But Lucifer knows they’re lying and it only makes him angrier. They know exactly where you are.
“I thought you’d be different, brother of mine.” Satan speaks when he sees Lucifer’s expression darken.
“What do you mean?” he narrows his eyebrows.
“Although you haven’t called them Lilith directly, they could still see it clearly.”
Lucifer grits his teeth.
Satan looks at Solomon, who closes his eyes and sighs. “They don’t wish to be found.”
“You know where they are!?” Mammon raises his voice and steps closer to Satan.
“I might have before.”
“Before what?” Belphegor asks. “Does it have to do anything with our pacts?”
“Bingo.” The corners of Satan’s lips turn upwards in a taunting smirk.
“You knew they’d try to break our pacts?” Leviathan is confused. “Why didn’t you stop them if you knew? Who else knew? Were we the only ones in the dark?”
“We didn’t stop them because we couldn’t.” Solomon answers, glancing at Satan in case he said something too much. “The same day we wanted to visit them once more, they were already long gone. The only one who might have an idea where [Name] is, is Luke.”
“Luke?” Mammon is even more confused. “What does Luke have with all of this?”
“Don’t you know?” Satan laughs as if he’s mocking them. “Luke is their protector and he’s the one who decides who can visit and who not. You guys are definitely the last on the list if you even are on.”
“Does that mean we can’t … see [Name]?” Leviathan’s voice is quiet.
“Unless Luke says otherwise, then no.” Solomon answers.
“And Simeon?” Lucifer asks. “Where is he?” He looks behind the wizard, expecting the angel to come, but nothing.
“He’s beside Luke, teaching him.” Solomon says and walks over like he’s in his own house. He watches Lucifer’s expression, smiling when he notices the gaze in his eyes shift, but doesn’t say anything on it. Instead, he continues; “It is a bit unfortunate that Satan and I cannot visit them, as they have lost quite a lot of the soul and strength when they broke the pact all together.”
“W-what?” Beelzebub stutters as Belphegor’s eyes widen while the rest seem slightly confused aside from Lucifer and Asmodeus.
“They didn’t.” Belphegor is shaking his head as he takes a step forward. “They couldn’t have broken all pacts at the same time, unless–” He stops abruptly, freezing in the spot before his head snaps towards Lucifer.
“It’s too late now.” Satan sighs. “What is done is done, there’s nothing we can do.”
“You don’t understand!” Belphegor raises his voice, frustrated.
“Oh dear…” Asmodeus murmurs, hand covering his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Leviathan and Beelzebub are looking from one to another until Leviathan focuses on Lucifer. “What’s Belphegor talking about, Lucifer?”
Lucifer’s eyes are closed when he sighs. “They had enormous power from the beginning.” he starts slowly. He looks at Solomon, who’s quietly standing there only to realise that he doesn’t have any intention of stopping him. He’s not exactly sure if he’s glad about that or not.
“Any normal wizard cannot break all the pacts on his own, be it human, demon or witch, it doesn’t matter.” Lucifer looks at Belphegor, who’s glaring at him, yet his eyes show completely different emotion. The same emotion he saw when their sister fell, when she died as a human – fear. “But [Name] has been … different from the very beginning. They could use their voice to command all seven of us at the same time, so it doesn’t come as a surprise that they could also break the pacts at the same time. All seven. But …” he’s hesitating.
“But what?” Leviathan asks.
“There is a price they must pay if they do so.” Lucifer sighs and glances at Solomon and Satan, hoping they would continue, yet they don’t have any intention of doing so.
“There’s a chance they might lose memories.” It’s Mammon who speaks. “It’s that, isn’t it?” he asks and steps forward. “Because it depends how powerful the demon is. So if the demon isn’t as strong, then the price for breaking the pact isn’t so severe. But if you break it with a powerful demon times seven, then …” he grits his teeth.
“It’s as Mammon said.” Satan agrees. “Despite being their ancestor, Lillith is gone.” He looks from one brother to another, all of them looking anywhere else. “You should have been glad, happy that Lillith lineage isn’t broken, yet here you are, always comparing them to each other. [Name] is a person as well, different from Lillith in many ways than just in name.”
You’re not sure how much time has passed. Finally being back on your feet, after months of recovering, you couldn’t have felt more glad and thankful to your uncle than you did during that time. No one from your family questioned you about the boy that was always around you, helping you.
“Luke,” Your voice is rather quiet when you call for the angel.
Sitting on the stairs of the porch, reading a book, the angel turns and looks at you. “What is it?” he asks and he’s on his feet, rushing to your side.
“I was wondering,” you start slowly, unsure if it’s a good idea. Luke doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue. “I wanna see them…” you breathe out, your eyes averting to the sky, more afraid of his reaction than anything. It was no secret how overprotective he was, and still is, of you.
There’s silence and you dare to look at him only to worry when his expression is nothing but frown.
“Do you want to?” he asks, eyes looking into yours like he wants to make sure you really want to.
You hesitate to answer.
Letting out a silent sigh, Luke closes the book, places it on his side before he stands up and walks over to you. You unconsciously shiver, feeling the calmness and the purity of his presence alone, yet it doesn’t seem like he has noticed. Or if he has, he doesn’t say anything about it.
“When you’re hesitating like this, I can’t allow it.” He’s looking into your eyes. You spot sadness that diminishes and you wonder when did he grow up so much. “Forgive me.”
A small smile spreads across your lips as you reach out to caress his cheek. “It’s alright. Thank you for staying by my side.” you say and a wide smile replaces his frown.
You should have listened to Luke when he told you to wait. You should have waited for him no matter how much you were tempted to go to a bookstore and the market. You should have waited.
But now you can’t help but notice the nails that are slowly digging themselves into your neck, your toes barely touching the ground as you try to free yourself from the tight grip the woman has on you. The air doesn’t seem to come, no matter how much you try to scratch the witch’s hand as she laughs at you. Suddenly the faces of Luke and Simeon appear in front of you, remembering their smiles and there’s Solomon, speaking and your eyes water.
“It took me so long to find you.”
You can barely hear her words, the pounding of your heart too loud in your ears.
“It was silly of you to disappear into a remote place like this. Hidden behind the angels,” she scoffed; “but no demon in sight. What a day when I already had a hard time hiding from Mammon.”
At the mention of the said demon, his blue eyes are the first thing you remember. You try to free yourself, but you’re still not completely healed.
It’s Solomon’s words in your head, from those years back, when he studied with you, that your lips part and your voice is barely heard;
“Hear…me…”
The witch narrows her eyebrows, staring at you.
“...denizens of-of darkness…”
“What’s this?” She raises an eyebrow.
“...y-you, who are bo-born of shadow and…you, w-who give birth to it…”
The witch’s lip twitches. “Are you trying to summon them?” she mocks you. “A useless human without powers?” she muses and tightens her grip on your neck as she leans closer. “Go on. Amuse me more.”
You look up into the sky, noticing how there’s not a single cloud in the vicinity. “H-hear me…a-and do as I c-co-command…” you start to feel your consciousness slowly fade. “I, [N-Name]...call u-upon you to-to send f-forth one…of-of your number…”
You see the sky shift and suddenly you find yourself kneeling on the ground, gasping for air and coughing. You’re holding your neck, eyes looking at the witch, who’s watching you with a wide smile on her lips. Before you can use the chance to crawl away, she holds for your ankle, kneeling just in front of you.
“Don’t do anything funny and end your summoning spell.” She licks the upper lip before she bites the lower one, her eyes boring into your soul.
“I…” For a moment you hesitate, yet you can’t help the shiver when her hand slowly wraps around your throat once again. “I summon the Avatar o-of Greed, M-Mammon!”
Silence that spreads, tells you everything.
Tears fill your eyes, no sign of a tingling sensation that you once felt. The witch watches you for a moment until her laughter fills every corner of your body. You should have known it would be futile. You don’t even know why you wanted to summon a demon.
Closing your eyes, you lean on your hands, head buried between them as you break. The witch continues to laugh like she just won the lottery.
“M-Mammon…” you whisper-call, desperate. “P-please …”
There’s a brush of wind that gives you goosebumps when a silent; “Huh?” reaches you.
The laughter you heard just a second ago, disappears.
“W-what?” the witch stutters. You don’t raise your head, feeling too tired to care. “T-that’s impossible!”
“[N-Name]?”
There’s an all too familiar voice and pair of hands holding you that wake you from the daze. Your eyes widen from fear and you try to push the person away, thinking it’s the witch, only to freeze when you meet with the same blue eyes you thought of before.
“M-Mammon?” You choke on your own word.
“How did you manage to summon him?!” The witch yells, making you flinch and unconsciously cling onto Mammon, trying to hide. “You lost all the powers you had, including the pacts! You shouldn’t be able to summon anyone!”
Mammon is quietly staring at you, noticing how you shiver and it’s not from the weather. Not when it’s warm in the human world, so it must have been the witch’s fault. He was just having the time of his life, ready to hit a jackpoint in the casino back in the Devildom only to feel a tingling that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Before he realised what happened, he was in the human world and all he heard was the laughter until he spotted you cowering on the floor, shivering.
And then he notices. A bruise on your cheek, red marks on your neck, turning a darker shade of purple and a wave of anger consumes him.
Your eyes are shut tight as are your ears that you don’t notice another breeze of wind, arms that disappear and some distant screams that cease a moment later.
Hands slowly touch your face. It’s the warmth of them that makes you slowly open your eyes. Tears that you tried so hard to hold back, stream down, seeing it’s Mammon, who’s kneeling in front of you. You don’t look for the witch, knowing he took care of her, because that’s what he promised when you were still in Devildom. He’ll always protect you.
Your eyes fall on his lips when you notice him speaking and slowly pull your hands away from ears.
“It’s okay…” his voice is quiet, like he’s afraid if he speaks louder, you’d disappear again. “You’re safe. The witch is gone.”
You can feel your shoulders slumber as you fall deeper into his embrace. Mammon wraps his arms around you and it’s not long before you completely break down.
Mammon’s heart aches at the sight. He has never seen you so beaten, so powerless. There’s no sign of any confidence that you used to emit, there’s no smile that always greeted him or a playful scolding when he did something stupid. There’s nothing but a broken shell of a someone, who you used to be, of a human that not a single thing could break you until …
Mammon comes to a stop, freezing as his eyes grow wider.
It’s their fault you became like this.
You’re sitting on the couch, back at the uncle’s house when you hear a panicked: “[Name]!” recognising Luke’s voice. In a second, he’s in front of you, looking over for any kind of bruise until he sees them on your neck. He stills, staring at them when his gaze turns into a glare and turns to Mammon.
“I-it’s not his fault!” You blurt out.
Both Luke and Mammon turn to look at you.
“Don’t excuse his actions.” Luke says, his expression that of a slight disappointment. You can’t blame him for thinking this way.
“Hey, what’s the big deal, huh?” Mammon speaks, his attention on the little angel. “I was summoned here. Summoned.”
“What?” Luke seems confused. “Who would summon you to the human world?” he scowls and crosses his arms while standing in front of you.
“I did…” your voice is quiet. The angel looks at you even more confused. “I-I don’t know how I did it, but a witch found me and apparently she had some kind of resentment against me.” you chuckle more to yourself. “I-I tried the summoning and somehow–it worked somehow.”
Luke is staring at you for a moment before he turns to Mammon. “What did you feel before you were summoned?”
His question throws both you and Mammon off guard. It felt like he knew this would happen.
It doesn’t take Mammon long to answer. “At first there was nothing,” Your heart broke at his words; “but then the place where the pact was started to burn a little and I felt that same tingling whenever I’m summoned.”
Luke pursues lips into a thin line as he listens, his arms still crossed.
“Luke?” you call quietly.
He doesn’t turn to you and you look at Mammon, who seems taken aback for some reason.
“What’s going on?” you ask, feeling more and more confused.
“Simeon warned me of this.” The angel starts slowly and looks at you. “He told me when you’ll be in danger, you will manage to summon them once again.”
“But…the pact was…broken.”
“Yes,” he nods, seeming like he’s deep in thoughts. “But at the same time, there are still some traces of it left behind.”
“How?” you ask and glance at Mammon, who’s too quiet.
“That…” Luke looks to the side. “Simeon has been trying to find out. Solomon once talked of this, but he himself didn’t know what it means.”
“I think I may know why…” Mammon murmurs.
Both you and Luke turn to look at him. He hesitates, but when he looks at you, you can see the guilt and regret in his eyes and you’re suddenly reminded why you wanted to break your pacts with them.
“Usually when we break our pacts with the summoner, it’s not one sided.” Mammon’s voice is rather quiet and it takes you a moment, but you quickly realise what he means. “I don’t think anyone knows, aside from us demons, but we can still feel the bond that connects us. Of course it depends on the strength of both the demon and the summoner.”
“So, you’re saying that because you didn’t agree, you can still be summoned?” Luke asks and Mammon nods. “But [Name] broke all pacts. It took part of their soul, their power and memories with them and they’re still able to summon you?”
Mammon winces at Luke’s words. It’s not the reaction you expected and you wonder what else he knows. Instead of saying anything, he simply nods.
“So, am I able to summon others as well?” you ask.
“I don’t know…” Mammon shrugs, unsure. “Ya had a pact with all seven of us and we’re not exactly some lower-class demons either.” For a moment he thinks, before he continues. “It also depends who yer first was. Ya might have trouble with the rest, since I didn’t feel it right away. There’s a chance they won’t feel anything at all.”
“Oh…” you murmur and lower your head.
“Do ya wanna see them?” Mammon asks and you look at him.
You don’t miss the way Luke shifts nervously, reaching for your hand unconsciously like he’s trying to change your mind just by his actions alone. “I…” you start, but stop, unsure what to say. “I don’t know…” you end up saying and Mammon nods in understanding as he looks away.
“Mammon,” you call quietly and he looks back at you. “I missed you…” you whisper.
A small smile spreads across his lips as he approaches you and kneels in front of you. He’s looking you directly into your eyes and you nibble on your lower lip, wondering what he’ll say. If he’s going to say anything at all.
“I’m sorry.”
Your eyes widen at his apology. His hands are holding on your legs and at first glance it seems like he’s holding onto them like he’s begging you for his own life.
“I’m sorry for calling ya Lilith. Ya didn’t deserve that and it was never our intention.”
You narrow your eyebrows.
“Ya remind us so much of her that whenever we saw ya, we felt so much regret for her we unconsciously began to call ya by her name. It might sound like an excuse to ya, but it’s the truth.” he stops and tightens his grip on your legs.
It seems so unlike him, yet the sincerity in his eyes is real, that much you know.
“I’m sorry as well.” you say and Mammon looks at you confused. “I could have corrected you so many times, but didn’t.”
“No,” he shakes his head. “Ya have, but we just … we continued. We were selfish. We wanted to have our little sister back so whenever we saw ya, we felt so much regret for not being able to protect her enough that we began to see her instead of ya. And whenever yer face appeared after we saw hers, we felt guilty, so we pretended yer her.”
You’re not sure what to say, if you even should say anything.
“I’m sorry, [Name].” he’s looking directly into your eyes.
You can see the sincerity in them. A small smile spreads across your lips that Mammon spots with his gaze when Luke clears his throat. Turning to look at the little angel, you caress his cheek, smiling softly.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 7.600
Genre: Romance | Comedy | Slice of Life | Drama
Summary: It doesn’t take Nash long to change your mind, but he just might come to regret it. Or maybe not.
Notes: I wanted to post this on Nash’s birthday on 4th of July, but I didn’t have enough time to edit and post it, so it’s two days late, but better late than never, huh? It can be considered as a sequel to Afterglow and I hope you’ll enjoy it like I did writing. Also I just gotta say that I love Spot so much in this fic asdfghjkl
Your heart flutters at the message you just received. A wide smile spreads across your lips before you shut it and place the phone back on the counter. Music streams from your laptop on the dining table making you hum along.
Eyes falling on Spot, you hopped to his side before you squatted down and cupped his head in your palms, caressing him. Leaning down you pressed a kiss on top of his head, his dark eyes watching you in, what seemed like, confusion, and without saying a word, you jumped on your feet and hopped back to the stove, where you were making pancakes.
It wasn’t long until your phone rang, certainly a messenger ringtone heard throughout the kitchen that only made your smile wider.
“Hey there, girl,” Kathy is grinning from ear to ear only to raise an eyebrow when you laugh. “Okay, something’s up. You better tell me or I’m leaving everything and I’m coming to you.” She threatens and it only makes you laugh louder.
“It’s nothing.” You say and place the phone on the counter so she could still see you.
“Now that’s a lie and we both know it.”
You hum more to yourself before you look at Spot, who stands up and leaves the house. Your heart flutters, eyes immediately following outside the house.
“Oh my god, he just came, didn’t he?”
You feel your cheeks heat up and Kathy laughs as you begin to stutter.
“Okay, lover girl, I get it. I won’t disturb you anymore.” She says before she bids you goodbye and hangs up.
You leave the kitchen as it is and walk towards the door just in time to hear footsteps, Spot barking and a much too familiar laughter. Your heart skips a beat at the sight that greets you; Spot circling around Nash, who’s leaning down, caressing his head, playing with him.
It’s then that Nash’s eyes focus on you that you feel your knees growing weak. The corners of his lips turn up in a smirk and you approach him halfway, your lips meeting his.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 7.600
Genre: Romance | Comedy | Slice of Life | Drama
Summary: It doesn’t take Nash long to change your mind, but he just might come to regret it. Or maybe not.
Notes: I wanted to post this on Nash’s birthday on 4th of July, but I didn’t have enough time to edit and post it, so it’s two days late, but better late than never, huh? It can be considered as a sequel to Afterglow and I hope you’ll enjoy it like I did writing. Also I just gotta say that I love Spot so much in this fic asdfghjkl
Your heart flutters at the message you just received. A wide smile spreads across your lips before you shut it and place the phone back on the counter. Music streams from your laptop on the dining table making you hum along.
Eyes falling on Spot, you hopped to his side before you squatted down and cupped his head in your palms, caressing him. Leaning down you pressed a kiss on top of his head, his dark eyes watching you in, what seemed like, confusion, and without saying a word, you jumped on your feet and hopped back to the stove, where you were making pancakes.
It wasn't long until your phone rang, certainly a messenger ringtone heard throughout the kitchen that only made your smile wider.
"Hey there, girl," Kathy is grinning from ear to ear only to raise an eyebrow when you laugh. "Okay, something's up. You better tell me or I'm leaving everything and I'm coming to you." She threatens and it only makes you laugh louder.
"It's nothing." You say and place the phone on the counter so she could still see you.
"Now that's a lie and we both know it."
You hum more to yourself before you look at Spot, who stands up and leaves the house. Your heart flutters, eyes immediately following outside the house.
"Oh my god, he just came, didn't he?"
You feel your cheeks heat up and Kathy laughs as you begin to stutter.
"Okay, lover girl, I get it. I won't disturb you anymore." She says before she bids you goodbye and hangs up.
You leave the kitchen as it is and walk towards the door just in time to hear footsteps, Spot barking and a much too familiar laughter. Your heart skips a beat at the sight that greets you; Spot circling around Nash, who's leaning down, caressing his head, playing with him.
It's then that Nash's eyes focus on you that you feel your knees growing weak. The corners of his lips turn up in a smirk and you approach him halfway, your lips meeting his.
He hums in approval and you're smiling like an idiot as you pull away. But Nash has none of it, because he's wrapping an arm around you to pull you close, his lips pressing against yours once more. Your heart flutters as you hold on to his arms for support to not fall.
"...hey," He whispers against your lips after pecking them one last time.
Your cheeks are burning as you stare into his eyes. “H-hey," you stutter out breathless.
"Sorry for being late. It took me longer than I expected." He says and releases you, but not before locking his fingers with yours.
"Longer?" You repeat with laughter. "You're earlier than I expected." Stepping aside, you began to walk back inside, Nash right beside with Spot already on the doorway.
"Yeah?" He asks and the moment you close the door, he's pulling you against him, his lips on your cheek, trailing over to the corners of your lips, teasing you. "I've missed you." He murmurs and it sends shivers down your spine when you feel his hands roam down your sides. "I couldn't wait for the weekend."
"Nash…" you moan, gasping a second later when he nibbles on your skin just below your ear. You clutch onto his arms, eyes shut as you let yourself be led. "Y-you need a-a shower." you manage to stutter out.
Stilling his movements, Nash pulls away and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Are you saying I stink?"
"Yes," You laugh at his betrayed expression when he looks at Spot, saying: "Your owner is really weird. Maybe I should take you and bring you to LA instead."
“You're not taking my dog anywhere, mister.”
Nash looks at you, but instead of saying anything, he pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours. You unconsciously close your eyes, letting yourself lose in the moment.
“Take a shower with me.” He murmurs against your lips once he pulls away.
“Mm-no,” you smile and Nash groans. “I need to prepare lunch.”
“It can wait.” He intertwines your fingers, looking directly into your eyes. “Didn’t you hear you must save water?”
You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter, Nash mirroring your smile. “I can’t believe these words are falling from your mouth.” you say and shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“But you love me nonetheless.”
It feels like time stopped the moment he said those words. Your eyes widen and Nash suddenly appears to be like a deer caught in headlights only for your expression to soften. You squeeze his hand and pull him closer to you. You’re looking into his eyes before you move your gaze onto his lips, your fingers caressing his cheek. Your eyes catch his and you notice a bright shade of red covering his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
“I guess I really do.”
Nash is lying beside you in your bed, his arm beneath your head. You're sleeping peacefully and a small smile spreads across his lips. He reaches out his hand and traces finger down your cheek, his smile growing when you narrow your eyebrows. He wants to leave you to sleep, he really does, but he's kissing you on the lips, whispering; "Good evening" and you smile I return.
You hum instead, inching closer for a second kiss that Nash doesn't hesitate to give you. Opening your eyes, you look at him and the first thing you notice is his dishevelled hair. You reach up and comb it through with your fingers, sighing along.
"Your hair's a mess." You murmur more to yourself, but he laughs.
His laughter is rather silent, but it makes you feel butterflies nonetheless. He's wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer and suddenly you wonder where Spot is only for your attention to be short because Nash is already towering over and showering you with kisses.
"I love you…" He whispers and you're melting into his touch because you do as well. Because you've never felt like this for anyone before.
It's early in the morning when you're the first to wake up. Nash is sleeping beside you and Spot is on his usual place by your feet, when he raises his head and looks at you. You sit up and caress his head with a smile before you stand from bed. Stretching your arms and rising on your toes, you manage to conceal a squeal that threatens to spill through your lips. You lean down to pick up shorts from the ground and put on slippers as you leave the bedroom. You look at Nash once more before you close the door.
You prepare some coffee and check the messages on your phone, laughing when you see one from Kathy, asking if you survived the day while one was from Sara with a simple message that she sent you another package.
You can't wait for the package to arrive, knowing it's going to take a while. Leaving the house, you sit down on a swing on your porch, Spot right by your feet. You smile and caress his head, watching as he jumps up and lays down with head on your lap. He sighs and you chuckle, taking a sip of your coffee as the sun slowly rises. There are clouds in the sky, surrounding the sun, yet not covering it.
A chill runs down your spine, when a slightly colder wind blows. You look at the time on your hand-watch before you lean your head back and sigh as you close your eyes. You still have some time before you start preparing breakfast.
Not long after, a smile breaks on your lips when you hear footsteps and feel Spot raising his head and wagging his tail. Arms wrap around you from behind, the warmth embracing you completely.
“Why is it that every time I wake up, you’re not by my side?”
His voice is still filled with sleep, but he’s certainly awake.
You hum and lean back, looking at Nash, who seems to be slightly pouting. A chuckle escapes you as you hold onto his arms, smiling even wider. “’M sorry. I’m not used to sleeping in anymore. You can blame me for moving here to this place.” You look forward towards the forest and see birds flying amid the mist. “It’s so beautiful here that I can’t sleep anymore.”
“It truly is refreshing.” Nash agrees before he releases you and walks around to sit beside you. He pulls you into his lap, Spot making his place on the ground instead. “But I’d prefer it if you wake me up next time.” He says, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.
His gesture makes you laugh. “You must be tired. I can’t do that.”
“I don’t care.” He shakes his head. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”
Silence lingers in the air and you feel his embrace tighten just a bit.
“Come with me…” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.
Closing your eyes, you let out a silent sigh. You feared this.
“Over the weekend. You don’t have to stay with me through the week. I just want you to come to one of my games. I want you to see me play.”
“But I did.” You laugh, turning around to cup his face. “Although I did before I moved here, I did. You’re an amazing player.” You kiss the top of his nose, brushing away the hair that covers his eyes.
Nash snorts and looks towards the forest. “Why can’t I change your mind?”
“Because I’m stubborn like a bull.”
He throws his head back laughing. “And how can I get through this bull that’s so stubborn?”
“You can’t.” you grin.
“Oh, I’ll find a way.” He says.
You know he’s as stubborn as you, if not more. Your grin turns into a fond smile and you pull away just enough to turn and wrap your arms around his neck.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” You whisper and Nash tightens his embrace, saying nothing.
Both of you observe the sky turning brighter, until the sun is higher in the sky and the birds are livelier than at night. It’s warmer to stay outside and you don’t want to move from your spot, but you’re starting to feel hungry.
“We should eat something.” It’s Nash, who breaks the silence first.
You half groan, half whine, but pull away with reluctance. Nash laughs at your pout and caresses your cheek, looking at you like you’re the most precious in the world.
“What do you want to eat?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow, saying: “Are you gonna prepare breakfast?”
He hums and grins. “Nah, actually I found this perfect diner in the town. Wanna grab some pancakes?”
You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter. “Pancakes? Seriously?”
“Why not?” he shrugs as you both stand from the swing. “You need to go to the town more. You can’t stay here every day. Go among us humble humans.”
You roll with your eyes, but hold his hand when he reaches out. “All right, all right.” You cave in, Spot walking right in front of you. “I haven’t been in town in a long time either way.”
“See? Another reason for you to go.” Nash raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles without breaking eye contact. You feel your cheeks burn, but don’t avert your gaze elsewhere.
“Are you gonna drive?” you ask as you both walk inside.
“You don’t exactly have a car, do you?” he asks back and you laugh.
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll recognise you?” You tilt head forward, catching his gaze.
“It’s fine.” He says and just when you reach the bedroom and you walk in front of him, releasing his hand, only for him to grab your wrist and turn you around. Your eyes widen and just when you want to ask him what’s wrong, he kisses you.
A smile soon forms on your lips, giving you away and you can’t help but tease him. “Maybe you’re hungry for something else and not pancakes.”
Nash stares at you before he scoops you from the floor and throws you on bed. You yelp, before you burst into laughter as he takes off his shirt. He’s reaching forward for your pyjama pants that he pulls off swiftly. Your underwear is gone before you can blink and you feel your cheeks heat up when he looks at you like a man starving for days.
“Pancakes can wait.” Is everything he says before he leans down and kisses you on the lips as his hands part your legs.
“You’re really bad for me.” You hear yourself say.
Nash is drawing small circles on your shoulder, kissing the crown of your head. You can feel him smile. “And you for me.” He admits and it makes you smile as well.
There’s a moment of silence before you sigh. “There go our pancakes.” You murmur, but Nash laughs. “I feel like I’m spending more time in bed than outside when you’re here.” You pout with a smile.
“I can always go back to LA.” Nash says and you know he’s teasing you.
You remain quiet for a moment before you say; “Then I’ll just come with you.”
It feels like time has stopped. Yet before you know it, you’re lying beneath and Nash is hovering over you, looking you directly into your eyes. His own are wide open and there’s a twinkle in them that you can’t miss and your smile widens.
“Seriously?”
“For the weekend only.” You say.
You expect him trying to change your mind for a longer time, but he’s kissing you all over your face, making you laugh as he embraces you in a tight hug. He doesn’t let you go and he even lets Spot lie between you.
Suddenly he’s pulling away, frowning, as he looks at you. “What made you change your mind?” he asks, feeling too good to be true. “What did I do?”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Nothing.” You answer and cup his face. “I was thinking of visiting Los Angeles again now that I know the way around here. I was just … waiting for the right chance, or how should I say.”
“Okay,” Nash nods and lays back beside you, pulling you into his arms. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll take that too.”
“You really wanted me to get to Los Angeles, huh?” You look up at him.
“If it were my way, I’d show you to the whole world.”
His words surprise you, but something stirs inside of you. You can’t explain the feeling, but you feel happy for what he said. Instead of responding, you bury your face into his chest and close your eyes.
Somehow, that idea doesn’t sound that bad.
“Why is it always so hot here?” You groan the moment you step out of Nash’s black Land Rover. Nash only laughs as you reach for the back door and open them, Spot jumping out a second later.
“I take it you’re not that fond of hot weather.” Nash says.
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a look that tells him everything and makes him laugh. “Do I look like I’m fond of heat? I’d rather spend a week inside a cabin by a fireplace while watching snow outside back in Seattle.”
“Now, now,” he’s walking over to you, a wide smile on his lips as he takes your bag from you. “We have a long day ahead. Why don’t we go up, take a shower,” he wraps his free arm around you, pulling you closer, “rest a bit and then go out? I can show you around. I know places.” and kisses the corner of your lips.
“Of course you’d know them.” You look at him. “You know what?” you bite your lower lip, wanting to tease him a bit. “I wanna meet your friend.”
Nash narrows his eyebrows. You know he caught it in a second – your choice of words. “Which one?”
“The one who I saw on the bus station at 4am before I left for Seattle one year ago.”
In a second Nash’s ears turn bright red along with his cheeks, making your eyes wide. “Will you forget that already?” he grumbles as he pulls away, but he looks too adorable for you to stop.
“You asked your friend to follow me, Nash.” You shiver at your own words. “God that just sounded so wrong.” You look at Spot, who’s sitting by your side, looking at you. “And I still don’t get why Spot liked you the moment he saw you.” You mumble more to yourself, but Nash heard you clearly.
“What can I say? Dogs just love me.”
You look at him unamused and he laughs as he holds your free hand while you look at Spot and click with your tongue. Spot immediately follows both of you before he strolls ahead like he already knows where he needs to go.
Only now you decide to look around where you stopped. It’s quite a noisy street in Los Angeles, surrounded by skyscrapers. You spot a couple of people looking your way, moreover at Nash, and you can see the recognition on their faces. You turn back in front at the skyscraper in front of you before you turn to Nash.
“How can you live here?”
He looks at you confused. “I grew up here.” He shrugs. “Well, my parents live in Paradise Cove, in Malibu. I moved to the centre when I joined Jabberwock.”
“That’s nice.” You say and look at Spot, who stopped in front of the door. It’s only then it dawns on you, remembering you read about Paradise Cove and Malibu, wanting to visit it, but due to expensive prices, you couldn’t afford a ticket there.
“Y-you-you, where?” you stutter, looking at Nash.
“What?” he asks and looks at you confused.
“Y-you’re from-from Malibu?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Didn’t you know that?” he seems surprised.
“I come from a country no one knows, Nash.” You state and he laughs as you walk inside. “That’s not funny.” you frown. “I was, I’m just … I mean, now I get how you can be so rich and all, but shisus, Nash, Malibu? The only Malibu I knew before coming to LA was Malibu drink.”
You walk inside and towards an elevator, where Nash presses a button before he turns to you, saying: “If it makes you feel better, they’re considering moving to Beverly Hills before they sell the house.”
“No,” you shake your head. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. At all.” Nash laughs and you shove him in the shoulder just in time the elevator door opens, revealing a couple. Your eyes widen when you recognize Jason, who seems as surprised to see Nash.
“Yo, aren’t ya comin’ back next week?” Jason asks bewildered and you don’t miss the way the woman looks at Nash, completely awestruck.
You narrow your eyebrows, not liking how she eyes him, until her gaze falls on you. A small smile spreads across her lips before it turns into a smirk. She raises an eyebrow as she tilts head to the side and you can’t help but look away, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze.
“Change of plans.” Nash answers, pulling you closer to his side and only then Jason seems to notice you as well.
“Oh?” the corners of his lips turn into a smirk. He looks back at Nash. “Wanna join us? We’re goin’ out to have some good time.”
“Not this time, so get that idea out of your head.” Nash shakes his head and Jason frowns.
“Ya sure?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’d love to taste something different.”
Suddenly it feels like ice cold in the room. Spot is standing between you and Nash, his eyes glowering on Silver. You feel Nash’s tight hold on you and you look at him. His eyes are focused on Jason alone, but the coldness in them surprises you. You’ve heard many gossips and rumours of his character, yet not once had he looked at you in any other way than with a gaze full of adoration.
“Silver,” Nash says slowly, carefully. Noticing the tension, Silver gulps and lowers his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said just now.” He doesn’t move his eyes off him, not for a second.
“Nash,” you tug on his hand. You see him close his eyes before he looks at you, that softness returning. “Let’s go up.” You didn’t want to show him that this new side of him scared you, so you smile. Yet aside from a fear, there’s also a new emotion that stirs inside of you, which makes your knees weak.
“Alright…” he agrees without a second thought as he raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles.
You turn to the woman and Jason, who are watching you bewildered at how easily you manage to break Nash’s attention. A smile spreads across your lips, your eyes falling directly on Jason, feeling rather brave beside Nash. You lick your lower lip before you bite it and look at the woman. Suddenly she seems much smaller than before, all the confidence gone.
It’s in that moment that Spot barks, startling both of them, while you and Nash look at him. You laugh and lean down to pat him on the head, saying: “Yes, yes, we’re going inside.” You look at Nash, who’s looking at Jason again.
“When’s the practice?”
Jason blinks, stuttering out an answer; “In t-two days…”
“I’ll see you then.” He nods and looks your way. “Don’t let me hear a bad thing.”
“Y-yeah, got it.”
The couple disappears from the longue. For a moment there's silence before you burst into laughter.
“Why … are you laughing?” Nash asks.
“That was kinda cute.” You admit, grinning. “I think I kinda like this new authority of yours. Made me feel something entirely else.”
“Fear, I believe.” He smirks and you laugh.
“Yes, I admit I felt a bit scared.” You say and Nash’s smirk fades as you step inside the elevator. You can see he feels troubled, so you caress his arm, catching his attention. “But I also felt a bit different.” His eyes catch yours and it’s your turn to look away, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I can’t explain it, but it felt … good.” you murmur the last word more to yourself.
Before you know it, you’re pressed against the elevator wall, your eyes wide as you look at Nash. You can’t see Spot, but you know he’s behind Nash, sitting or lying you’re not sure, but he’s there. Unable to think about anything else, you focus on Nash, who doesn’t waste time in kissing you.
“I want to ruin you…” he whispers against your lips.
You take in a shaky breath, shuddering at the intense emotions that swarm in his eyes. “I-I don’t mind…” you stutter and before Nash can do anything, the elevator stops, announcing your arrival.
With a peck on your lips, he leans down to grab your bag while you look at Spot, breathless.
“Shit…” you murmur, feeling your knees wobbly as you try to hold onto something, anything.
You follow Nash, eyes focused on his back. He stops at the end of the hallway and the moment you join him, the door is already unlocked and open. He steps aside and lets you and Spot in first. Spot dashes from your side inside and you’re about to call him back, but stop when you feel hands on your hips. You shiver at the tight grip, completely missing the sound of the door closing with the lips against your shoulder, trailing up your neck.
“Nash...” you whisper-call, but he nibbles on your skin, making you moan.
“Welcome to Los Angeles, princess.”
You don’t have time to marvel at the space of his apartment, or should you say penthouse, because he’s already pulling you towards his bedroom, leaving clothes behind.
Staring at the mirror in one of the three bathrooms, your eyes are more focused on a hickey that’s quite visible on your neck. You bite your lower lip as your eyes fall on the second one on your cleavage and then on your collarbone. Wearing nothing but underwear, you put on a bathrobe and leave the bathroom.
Nash is lying in his bed, playing with Spot and at any time before you would melt at the sight, yet the hickeys and marks he left in his wake trouble you more than you dare admit.
“Nash,” you call softly. He looks from Spot at you the same moment you pull the bathrobe to the side and show him hickeys on your collarbone and neck. “What’s this?” you ask.
He narrows his eyebrows, sitting up. “Shouldn’t I have done that?” he asks and you almost give in. Almost.
“I don’t mind, but,” you’re starting to hesitate. “I know we didn’t say anything about boundaries, but I don’t want everyone to know from the start.”
Standing up, he approaches you and tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Then is a non visible place okay?” he leans down, his hand trailing down your sides before it disappears beneath the bathrobe. Your eyes widen when you feel his fingers brushing against your core. “Is here okay?” He isn’t looking away from your eyes when his finger traces right across the clothed slit.
You unconsciously hold onto his arms as you watch the corner of his lips turn into a smirk. You want to tell him off, but you’re unable to for he’s already slipping a finger inside of you. Closing your eyes, you move your hips, grinding on his finger instead.
“Look at you…” he murmurs. “So needy for me.” He kisses you, his other hand cupping your face and you let him.
A moan escapes your lips and Nash uses the chance to deepen it. Just when you feel it growing, coming slowly, Nash pulls away, leaving you hot, bothered and needy. You huff, glaring at him and he dares to laugh when he sees your expression. There’s no doubt your cheeks are flushed.
“I can’t have you getting used to such things so early.” He shakes his head, straightening before he takes his two fingers and licks it clean.
You’re unable to look away, feeling even more bothered that he left you hanging just when it was getting to the good part. Like he could hear your thoughts, the corners of his lips turn into a smirk and you know whatever will say next, won’t be anything smart.
“Maybe if you’ll be good for the rest of the day, I’ll let you lead.”
Raising an eyebrow, you lean on your left foot, arms crossed. “Yeah?” you ask and Nash nods. “And what does it count as being good?”
“Staying by my side the whole time.”
“What if I have to go to the bathroom?”
“That’s fine.”
“Hmm…” you hum and tilt your head to the side. “Why do I have a feeling you’re getting possessive?” You lower your head just enough to look at him from beneath your hair.
“Because I am.” He answers and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it so he can look clearly into your eyes. “Once you get to know me, I’m a very possessive man, [Name].”
You gulp, holding your breath when he leans closer to you.
“And when I have something within my reach, I don’t let it go so easily.”
When you step out of Nash’s jeep, a rather chilly wind sends a shiver down your spine. You look around and find yourself somewhere downtown in Los Angeles that’s full of people and a store on every step you take.
A hand on your lower back and a breath on your ear as Nash's voice reaches you; “Keep by my side.”
You look into his eyes, which in the evening are rather dark, and you find yourself nodding unconsciously. You tug down the dress you’re wearing, looking down, wondering if you're dressed well. You don’t like wearing dresses, feeling like you’re not yourself, but you wanted to impress Nash and you knew he wouldn’t deny you anything.
“You look beautiful.” Nash says and kisses you on the cheek.
Suddenly it feels so much hotter than usual as it dawns on you. You’re meeting his team; Jabberwock team. From Silver to Shūzo and quite possibly their managers. Although you were prepared for it for a while now, it still makes you nervous, which Nash doesn’t miss.
“I’m here, [Name].” He holds your hand and raises it, kissing your knuckles. He’s looking directly into your eyes as he says it and you feel something grow inside of you.
Walking inside of the club is too easy. Many heads turned towards you, eyes widening when they saw with whom you came. The security left you inside without checking and it’s another realisation that everyone knows of Nash. You’re not sure how to feel about that, everyone knowing him, but you quickly forget when the loud music reaches you.
People are greeting Nash, yet he rarely greets back. It’s not long for a smile to break on his lips and you follow his gaze that falls on a table on a balcony, men calling for him. You recognize Jabberwock team members and you wonder if Shūzo is also there. You spot him a moment later when he leans back before he looks down, directly your way.
Nash tightens his grip on you as he leads you by the dancefloor, up the stairs and towards the VIP room. There’s noise and loud voices coming from inside that only grows when he opens the door. You completely forget about being uncomfortable, because the sight that greets you makes you laugh.
Nick pulls Nash in a headlock the moment he steps inside, messing his hair and Zack and Allen soon join. Silver is sitting with the same woman by his side and there’s no mistake the woman is eyeing you, feeling wary instead.
“I thought you’ll come next week.” Shūzō says before he looks at you and gives you a nod.
You smile, but don’t say anything as Nash speaks; “Change of plans.”
“Does it have to do with this beauty here?” Zack is standing beside you in a second.
A chill runs down your spine when you feel Nash pull you behind him, but it’s Shūzō, who speaks; “Stop it Zack. She’s off the grid for you. Or any of us at this point.”
Zack looks at Nash and raises his hands, grinning from ear to ear. “Chill, Nash. You know we don’t go for the serious ones.”
“You better.” Nash hisses before his eyes fall on Shūzō, who stands up. “[Name], you know our team, so there’s no need for any introductions, right?”
Feeling a bit bolder, you step beside him, eyes focusing on Shūzo as well. “I don’t think I’ve met this one yet.” You know you should back away when Nash grips your hand tighter, but it’s just so fun to tease him. You hear your name being spoken with a hidden threat laced between and Shūzō’s quick to catch onto your plan.
“And neither have I.” he says and you could swear you felt Nash’s hand twitch. “I’m Shūzō.” He reaches out his hand for you to shake it, but Nash has no intention of letting it go.
Raising an eyebrow, you look at him, amused at the situation more than anything. The corner of your lips twitches, yet you warmly smile at the young man standing in front of you.
“Hi, Shūzō.” Your smile only widens as you manage to slip Nash’s hold. You can feel his eyes on your back only for the whole room to fall silent as you embrace Shūzō for a quick hug.
Before Nash can react, you’re already pulling away and wrapping your arms around Nash’s torso, smiling up at him. You can see his eye twitch as he forces a smile.
“Princess,” his voice is so low and almost quiet that you can barely hear him.
“Hm?” you hum, blinking at him like you did nothing wrong. You can hear laughter in the background and Nash glares at them before he sighs and shakes his head. You’re grinning from ear to ear as you rise on your tiptoes and kiss him on the lips, saying; “I’ll be good.”
“You better be.” he hisses through his teeth.
Pulling away, you look at Shūzō, who’s watching you both amused, before you follow Nash and sit between him and Nick. You don’t listen to what they’re talking about, being too immersed in the fact that you’re in one of the clubs in America. You’re looking around, not missing the way the woman, sitting beside Jason, is eyeing you up and down.
“So,” it’s Shūzō, who’s the first to speak louder, catching your attention; “what brought you to LA?”
You look at him and then at Nash, your fingers intertwined. “A bit of change is good every now and then.” you say and Nash raises your hand, kissing the back of your hand.
“Get a room, for fuck’s sake.” Zack curses.
Nash laughs and you feel your cheeks burn. “Don’t worry, we did our share before we came here.”
“Nash!” Your eyes are wide, moving over to cover his mouth, but he’s grinning from ear to ear as his friends burst into laughter, while some only groan in response. “You’re the worst, you know that?” you huff.
“Come on,” he leans over to you. “It’s not like it’s a secret we’re together.”
You narrow your eyebrows in confusion, but don’t say anything on the matter. You quickly find yourself enjoying the time instead, completely forgetting about what you talked about not too long ago. Not sure what you want to drink, you leave it to Nash to choose instead. And you’re not disappointed with what he gives you.
You raise an eyebrow when you hold the glass of cream liquor and look at Nash, who’s watching you. “I’ll be suing you if this isn’t good.”
“Just try it.” he laughs as he takes a sip of whiskey. “I know you’re more into cream liquors than this golden beverage right here.”
“Oh my god, no,” you groan. “Stop talking like that, I beg you.”
You hear Shūzō snicker and you try to look at him, but Nash is holding your chin instead, making you look at him. “I swear one day Imma beat the crap out of him.” He murmurs under his breath.
You blink at what he said before you burst into laughter. Nash’s eye twitches in annoyance. You don’t say anything on that, knowing he would deny his jealousy, so you take a sip of the cream liquor instead. The moment you taste it, your eyes widen. The taste reminds you of something, a mixture of chocolate and mint.
“Good?” Nash asks.
“Very.” You take another sip. “It’s not the best I had back home, but this is good. Too good.”
“Where are you from, though?” Nick speaks, catching your attention.
You glance at Nash, who surprisingly doesn’t do anything, only leans back in his seat with an arm around your waist. “Europe.” You answer, looking back at Nick, whose eyes widen.
“What in your damn right mind made you come here?” Allen asks. “I’d rather stay there than go to this godforsaken land.”
You remain quiet for a moment, wondering how to answer. You feel Nash’s hand gripping you just a bit tighter, knowing it was okay. You hum before you look at Allen and say; “Freedom…” with a smile on your lips.
“You’re crazy, but you have guts, can’t deny that.” Nick says as he takes his glass of liquor and drinks it.
You feel Nash’s arms around you as you stumble over your own feet. The wind outside is rather chilly, which makes you shiver, something that Nash doesn’t miss. He tightens his embrace around you, his cologne completely overwhelms you and you lean closer to his side. Nash chuckles at your action, but doesn’t say anything, except kissing the crown of your head.
A moment later he stops and so do you. You blink as you take in your surroundings. You don’t recognise it immediately until Nash releases you. You see him reach for the door that leads inside the apartment flat. It’s just a split second and you feel like you’re flying.
“Whoops!” you stumble back. Another shiver runs down your spine when you see Nash’s eyes wide, but he’s already holding you. A chuckle escapes your lips.
“I ain’t letting you drink anymore.” Nash says more to himself than to you.
You tilt your head to the side to look into his eyes as your chuckle turns into laughter.
“You’re a happy drunk, ain’t you?” he murmurs amused and you’re grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, let’s get ya in and in bed.”
“Nooo…” you whine, shaking your head.
“Yes,” he nods. “As much as it’s a delight to see you so happy, you’re too drunk to even stand on your own feet.”
“No!” you gasp, feeling rather giddy.
“[Name]…” Nash calls your name in a warning tone.
Your lips form into a pout as you lower your head and look at him from below. Nash’s lip twitches before he helps you walk inside. Your pout only grows.
You let him lead you inside the elevator, which is quiet, until you reach your floor. You stumble over your own feet, but Nash is holding you tight by his side. You can feel the heat of his body, his cologne overflowing your senses when you lean closer to him.
You don’t remember much of what happens next, but you find yourself standing in front of your shared bed. He’s unzipping your dress rather slowly before he slides his hands beneath to push it off your shoulders. He’s leaning closer until you feel his lips on the nape of your neck. You shudder, caught off guard, and he’s taking his sweet time with the other side.
“Nash…” you call him and he hums. “I wanna sleep…” you murmur, turning your head to look at him.
"Yeah, you will," He answers and you think he's about to go further, only to make you feel disappointed when the dress falls off your shoulders and pools beneath your feet before he pulls away.
Your lips form into a pout that makes him laugh.
“What is it?” he asks as he caresses your cheek, looking at your face.
“Nothing…” you murmur and turn your head.
“You thought I’d do something?” he asks and leans forward, his breath tickling your skin.
It sends shivers down your spine. You hesitate with your answer until a breathless; “No,” leaves your lips. You feel more awake than a moment ago, cheeks heating up at the featherless touch.
“No?” he repeats as he places his other hand on your hips. You shudder. “You sure?” His voice is almost too quiet, yet clearly awake you can hear him, feel every exhale of his breath against your skin along with his touch.
You sigh contented when he pulls you against his chest, embracing you instead. His touch is warm, the scent of the ocean overwhelming your senses and you find yourself slowly falling into slumber.
“Let’s sleep…” is all he says before he leads you to the bed and helps you lay beneath the blanket.
Your eyes are already closed, yet you can still hear him shuffling before the bed dips on the other side. His arms wrap themselves around you and any other time you’d feel conscious of you being in nothing but underwear, but in this moment you didn’t care. All you want, and could feel as well, was the warmth, love and care that Nash showers you with kisses as you fall asleep.
Tonight you dream of your small house back in Forks. You hear Spot somewhere outside barking and laughter that echoes. You follow the sound and lean on the doorway, a smile on your lips when you see Nash playing with the dog.
You can feel your eyes burn at the sight, emotions overwhelming you completely. You say nothing when Nash looks at you as he pets Spot, smiling even wider, except you walk their way and embrace him. He’s telling you something, but you can’t hear. You only shake with your head as you bury your face in his shirt, eyes shut as you enjoy his warmth.
When you wake up, it’s dark, but you can see the sun is already high in the sky. You take in a deep breath before you turn, excepting to see Nash, but his side is empty. All the sleepiness you felt just a moment ago is now gone and you’re wide awake. Spot is nowhere seen either, yet you hear silent voices in another room.
“…matter how much you’re looking at me with those eyes, I ain’t giving you. It’s for your owner. You know who your owner is, right?”
There’s silence, yet you can hear a very silent whimper. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stand from bed, only to realise you’re in your underwear. Looking around, you grab the nearest T-shirt and pull it over your head before you tiptoe towards the kitchen.
“No.” Nash says firmly.
You raise an eyebrow as you stop on the doorway into the kitchen, leaning on it as you watch the scene in front of you. Nash’s back is turned towards you and Spot is sitting right beside his feet, his ears up along with his head before he licks his lips, an obvious attempt to make Nash give him whatever he’s preparing.
There’s another whimper that escapes Spot and you’re suppressing the laughter that threatens to escape when Nash sighs.
“I really doubt [Name]’s spoilin’ you so much, but here.” He murmurs as he gives him a piece of bacon. “Don’t beg for more, ‘cause it ain’t gonna work the second time.”
A moment of silence.
“And don’t tell her either.”
You can’t help the laughter that escapes you. Both Nash and Spot turn to face you – Nash with wide eyes and Spot happily rushing to your side. You squat down, hugging the dog, but your eyes don’t leave Nash’s, who visibly gulps.
“So,” you begin, a grin spreading across your lips. “I see you’ve been feeding my dog food when I don’t have my eyes on you.”
“It’s his fault, not mine.” Nash points to Spot only for the latter to bark and nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. “Ha!” he scoffs.
You laugh at their antics. You pet Spot before you stand and walk over to see what he’s up to. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean onto him. Nash leans down and pecks you on the lips that you happily return, beaming at the affection.
“So I don’t know what you like to eat, so I kinda experimented.” He says and you look at the two plates. “Eggs and bacon with toast. I didn’t mess it up.”
You chuckle and take a piece of bacon. “That’s the easiest breakfast to make and if you mess this up then there’s no hope for you.” You can’t help but to tease him.
The tips of his ears are turning red as he coughs. “Ha—well, like I said, I didn’t mess it up.” He repeats and looks at you. “How is it?”
“Good.” You grin from ear to ear and pull away when he holds the plates.
“Coffee’s already out on the balcony.”
“We’re gonna eat on the balcony?” Your expression brightens.
“Every time I visit you back in Forks, you’re eating breakfast on the terrace.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing. You feel your cheeks heat up, realising he pays you more attention than you thought. But at the same time it makes your chest warm.
“You’ve been watching me?” Your voice is quiet, almost a whisper.
Nash blinks before his eyes widen, blush creeping upon his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “N-no!” he stutters, but it’s quite obvious it’s true. “I-I was just … observing. Yeah, I was just observing and whenever I woke up alone you were always outside on the terrace, drinking coffee or tea or just stand there, watching the forest—”
You step closer to him, eyes looking at him. He’s rambling and you can see he’s embarrassed that he can’t stop either, so you cup his face in your hands and kiss him. He stills completely before his shoulders soften. His hands fall on your waist when you pull away. Eyes closed, he leans his forehead on yours, a smile spreading across your lips.
“I-I don’t mind you watching me.” You admit, cheeks growing hotter, knowing he could take this the wrong way. Yet for some reason you didn’t mind.
Nash’s eyes focused on you and you noticed his pupils dilated. Gulping, you try to pull away, but he’s wrapping his arm around you, pulling you even closer.
“Now I hope you won’t go back on your word, ‘cause we have so much more time to spend together before you go back.”
Superior | Nijimura Shuzo x f!reader x Nash Gold Jr. [E]
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2.190
Genre: Smut
Additional tags: Exhibitionisem | Voyeurism | Dirty talk | Pet names | Teasing | Public fingering | Public groping | Cursing | Train molestation
Summary: Nijimura just might convince Nash why Japan is better than America.
Notes: Honestly I had this idea for a while now 2 years to be precise. It’s been 2 years and I finally managed to complete it. I was … really needy for this one. It’s one of the many fantasies I had in my drafts and my mind and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
Being back in Japan is quite … interesting, if Nijimura could say so. He missed it, he can’t deny it, but at the same time it brings back memories that aren’t exactly pleasant to remember.
It’s late in the evening, which was quite good for Nijimura as the train isn’t that crowded. A face here and there, paying attention to nothing else but their devices. Nijimura stands close to the doors, staring down at his phone in hand before he looks at Nash, who’s standing beside, mumbling under his breath. The corners of his lips turn into a smirk, enjoying the way the blond feels conscious to be back one year later after his defeat.
He puts his phone back into his pocket and just as he’s about to speak a face catches his attention. You stand not too far away with a man behind. Narrowing his eyebrows, Nijimura scowls at how obvious the man is—if that flinching of yours isn’t proof enough.
Then again, it isn’t exactly his business either. He isn’t a bad guy per se, but he definitely doesn’t want to give Nash an idea for the next victim. He knows his teammate well enough. But then again …
“What’s wrong with you?” Nijimura says instead, eyes then boring into Nash, who’s glaring at him.
“Why are we taking a fucking train? We’d be faster with a cab.”
“Says who?” he snorts. “In Japan, you can travel faster by train. It ain’t my fault, LA lacks that.” he rolls with eyes, gaze soon falling back on you, the moment you glance his way. He sees the way your eyes widen before you turn back in front, cheeks heating up. You try to move away only for the man to lean down, whispering something in your ear.
“On a second thought,” Nijimura seems to change his mind, focusing back on Nash. “There are some things you can’t exactly do on a train in the US.”
Nash raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He seems intrigued. “And what’s that?”
Looking behind Nash, he smirks. “Hold on,” he says and walks towards the two. He places a hand on the man’s shoulder, smiling ever so sweetly, not missing the way you try to hide. “I’m sorry, but I think you’re making the miss quite uncomfortable.'' He speaks in Japanese.
The man begins sputtering nonsense, trying to come up with an excuse until he spots Nash approaching. He tsk-s, turns and walks away, murmuring under his breath. No one pays much attention to what just happened, aside from a few glares that are sent their way due to the loudness of their voices.
“What was that?” Nash asks once he stands beside Nijimura.
The latter doesn’t move his eyes from you as you continue to stare out the doors and into the night. “It was nothing.” He says and turns around.
“T-thank you…” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, but it stops Nijimura on tracks. Turning back your way, he takes in your appearance. You’re not from Japan, he notices before his eyes fall on your choice of clothes. A skirt—which was obviously a bad idea—and a top with a cardigan. You refuse to meet with his gaze and only then it dawns on him.
Narrowing his eyebrows, Nijimura takes a step closer to you, his chest against your back. Leaning down, his lips brush against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. “You liked that.”
Your eyes widen, but you don’t move. You refuse to move.
“Hm…” he hums, glancing at Nash, who looks at you both in confusion. You bite on your lower lip when you feel his hands on your waist. “You dressed like this for a reason, didn’t you?” he asks in a slightly louder voice for Nash to hear. His hands sneak towards your ass, squeezing it in the process. He groans, pushing himself closer to you. You can feel something poking at you from behind. “What a bad girl…”
Your voice gets caught in your throat and you gulp when you hear those two words. You bite on your lower lip as you look at Nijimura from beneath your bangs, your eyes just a bit wider in a doe-like look.
Nijimura groans, gripping your waist tighter when he sees your look. He can feel Nash move to stand beside him and no sooner does the latter’s face appear closer to you. His eyes watch you like a hunter waiting to pounce on his prey and it’s quite obvious whose role is whose.
“What’s this?” Nash hums and glances at Nijimura.
Your chest is heaving, knowing too well who they are. Only a fool wouldn’t know the most notorious members of Jabberwock are Nash Gold Jr. and Nijimura Shuzo. Only a fool wouldn’t know that just because Nijimura can keep Nash in check, when they’re completely alone, they’re the worst you can get.
“This,” Nijimura begins, not moving your eyes away from you; “is why Japan just might be better than America.”
Before Nash could oppose his words, you part your lips the moment Nijimura’s hand slips beneath your skirt. Nash narrows his eyebrows, eyes trailing down only to see your skirt raised a bit and Nijimura’s hand moving.
“Fuck, she’s wet.” Nijimura groans. “If I put my cock inside right now, I bet it’d swallow me right in.”
You feel your cheeks burn at his words, eyes looking around, hoping no one can hear you. Like luck is on your side, everyone pays attention to their own devices, no one even bothering to look your way.
Nijimura pushes your panties to the side, lubing his forefinger with your wetness. “Will you be a good girl and keep quiet for us?” he asks quietly, watching you as you turn to look at him.
Gulping you reach over to hold his hand. Nijimura raises an eyebrow, but he lets you pull away and release it before you turn to face them both. Your top is more of a lower-cut, which makes it perfect for them to see the top of your breasts and the colour of your bra.
Nash lickes his upper lip, a grin forming on his lips while Nijimura lets his hand be led beneath your skirt once again. Neither of them says a word, but Nijimura continues where he left off, only to slip a finger inside of your heat. You part your lips, a silent gasp leaving your lips when you look at Nash—moreover at his lips.
And he can’t deny you what you want, even if you don’t say a word. He leans down and presses his lips against yours. You immediately part them to let him in, which Nash doesn’t hesitate. Nijimura starts to pump his finger, occasionally rubbing only before he adds another.
“Oh shit…” you gasp when Nash pulls away, the heat going to every corner of your body.
“Would you look at that?” Nash muses, his hand slipping beneath your top, brushing against your body as it begins to trail upper, closer to your bra. “Our baby girl has a bad choice of words. We should punish her, hm?”
“We should.” Nijimura agrees.
“Mm,” you shake with your head.
“No?” Nijimura repeats, eyes focusing on you as well as Nash’s. “Why not? You have such a foul mouth for such a pretty mouth of yours.”
You shake your head once again. “I-I’ll be good.” You stutter and look at Nash. “P-please …” you whisper.
“Please what?” Nash raises an eyebrow, standing so close it’s almost suffocating. Their scents are suffocating, yet you still want more of them.
“Touch me…” Your whole body feels hot like in the middle of summer.
“Where?” he leans down, inhaling your scent that reminds him of lavender and lily flowers. “Are you not satisfied with Shuzo alone? You need another hand to give you aid?”
“Why don’t you lead him like you led me, huh?” Nijimura says as he thrusts his fingers in and out, building you up to orgasm. “You’re dripping so much. I can tell you want more, so why don’t you be our good girl for today?”
Your eyes are focusing on Nijimura before you turn to Nash, feeling like you’re the only ones on the train. A part of you feels glad it’s already so late, so there aren’t too many people around, yet the other part only feels much more excited with the knowledge that you might be caught.
Feeling a little bolder, you reach for Nash’s hand. He raises an eyebrow, feeling your shakiness all while your eyes show nothing but lust and need for more. He watches you lead his hand towards your breasts. A groan escapes him and Nijimura chuckles beside him as he squeezes, a moan leaving your lips.
“What do you think?” Nijimura looks at Nash as he slows his movement. “Don’t you think Japan might be better?”
“As much as I hate to admit it, it just might be.” Nash groans before he leans down and presses his lips against yours once again.
You unconsciously move your hips to tell Nijimura to fasten up, but the only response you receive is a chuckle. You’re ready to ask him, beg him instead, but Nash has no intention of letting you off so soon. Instead of pulling away, he deepens the kiss as his hand pulls down the top, showing your bra for anyone to see if it weren’t for their heights that completely hide you from the curious gazes.
“Keep doing that.” Nijimura says as he slowly begins to fasten his pace. “She’s squeezing my fingers in like it’s the last thing in the world she’ll get.”
You’re panting into the kiss, moving your hips to Nijimura’s thrusts before you feel his lips on your collarbone. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel warm breath over your nipple while Nash is focusing on your other side. You hold onto their arms for support, feeling your knees slowly turning weak.
“Are you close?” Nijimura asks and you nod.
“C-close…” you whisper as you pull away from the kiss. “So-so close. P-please, I-I wanna cum…” you stutter, looking at him.
“Since you’re asking so nicely, we can make your wish come true, right?” Nijimura glances at Nash, but not before he raises one of your legs, which only makes his fingers go deeper inside.
Instead of saying anything, the only thing Nash does is pinch your nipple between his fingers, which makes you come undone. Nijimura continues his ministrations, like nothing is going on, but both of their focus is on you as you bite on your lip hard to prevent yourself from being too loud. You shudder as you feel the wetness between your thighs that Nijimura tries to wipe it with his hand so it doesn’t pool at your feet.
“Fuck,” Nash curses as he leans in to kiss your moans away that manage to slip through your lips. “That was hot.” He says against your mouth.
Your eyes are half open, a love-struck and distant gaze in your eyes that makes Nash groan.
Nijimura pulls his fingers out of your heat, licking them clean without moving his eyes from you when you look at him. Your chest is heaving as you’re slowly coming down from your high, which brings along the realisation of what just happened.
Your eyes widen and expression turns horrified when you look from one to another while trying to cover yourself with the cardigan. Nash is smirking down at you with Nijimura looking like he didn’t just fuck you on his fingers alone.
“I-I—” you stutter, but have no idea what to say.
“I love it when they go shy.” Nash comments and holds for the front of his jeans. “Always makes me go even harder.”
Your eyes unconsciously follow his movement before your mouth opens at the obvious tent in his pants. You’ve only ever heard of rumours, but having Nash right in front of you, those rumours just might be true. You lick your upper lip, which doesn’t go unnoticed by either.
“We should bring this one with us.”
Your head snaps to Nijimura, whose eyes are boring into you, like he could see into your soul. Despite feeling terrified, you also feel excitement rushing through your veins as another wave of arousal begins to build in the pit of your stomach.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Nash asks, brushing his finger down your cheek before he holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces you to look at him. “You’re gonna be our good girl and let us take you home, won’t you?”
Mesmerised by his eyes that are filled with nothing but lust and need, you nod your head.
The corners of Nash’s lips turn up in a smirk, glancing at Nijimura. “If she’ll do her job well, we just might keep her to ourselves.”
You follow his gaze, seeing Nijimura’s eyes on you both, when he catches your gaze. He leans closer, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he says; “There’s no point back anymore.”
