Damian:Â *Drops behind a car* What's the situation, Drake?
Tim laying flat on his stomach:Â One of my worst enemies is in the area. Level nine threat.
Damian: A level nine!? We must call for reinforcements. There is little chance you and I have to defeat them, as much as it pains me to admit it.
Tim: No!
Damian: What?
Tim: No, don't call for help! I don't want the rest to know about this!
Damian carefully moving his hand aside: It is too late. I pressed the panic button.
Tim: What!? When!?
Damian: When the words "level nine" came out of your mouth. It's effective to call as soon as an emergency presents itself. It's why the button is so easy to push.
Tim: NO! We have to leave before-
Danny leaning around the car to stare at them: Timothy?
Tim: *jumps to his feet* DAnIel! hEY! HoW ArE YOu?
Damian: Why did your voice crack like that? You should be far past that stage of puberty.
Tim: Ha HA hA sHUt Up DaMIan! AlLWays MaKIng joKES thAT ONe!
Danny: *laughs* It's good to see you haven't changed much.
Tim: I'M DONE WITH PUBERTY!
Danny: ....Congraulations.
Damian: What is happening? Who are you?
Danny: Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Daniel Fenton but you can call me Danny. I'm Tim's ex.
Damian: ....what
Tim: MY EX. WHO I DON'T MISS OR RUN AWAY FROM IN PUBLIC.
Damian: Drake why are you shouting?
Danny: Tim has always been been like that.
Damian: ....No?
Tim: WeLP ThIs has been NIce but we gOT to Go-
Batmobile driving through a fire hydrant, smashing it to pieces, water bursting, A voice screaming over a microphone yelling from it's speakers: THE NIGHT, THE VENGEANCE, THE BATMAN IS HERE!
Danny: Wha-
Damian: *Points at Danny*
Tim: NO!
Batmobile: *Runs over Danny*
Tim: This is why I didn't want you to call them! Why'd you have to single Danny out like that when you know Batman is more violent in the daytime!?
Damian: Actions must be taken when the panic button is pressed. Fenton had to be taken out.
Tim: No he didn't!
Danny: *rolling off the Batmobile windshield* Can somebody take me the hospital?
Tim: Danny don't talk! He'll notice you're still conscious and- BATMAN DO NOT PUT THE BATMOBILE IN REVERSE TO HIT HIM AGAIN!
Damian crouching down to Danny crumbled form: How big is your medical deductible? I feel like you're going to use a lot of medical insurance in the next couple of minutes.
Danny: Please help me
Damian covering Danny's mouth and nose: Shhhhhhh...go to sleep. Go to sleep.
Tim: DAMIAN! STOP TRYING TO SUFFOCATE HIM!
Batmobile: *honk*
Tim: I AM NOT GETTING OUT OF THE WAY! STOP TRYING TO RUN OVER MY MAN!
Damian: Your man? *pressing harder on Danny's face* See, Fenton, this is a better fate for you. If you live, you'll have to deal with Drake not being over you, but you can avoid that if you sleep....That's right. Stop struggling. You don't have the strength anymore. Shhhhhhhh. Sleep.
Tim: *kicking Damian straight in the face sending him flying* GET OFF HIM! DANNY ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?
Danny, gasping for air: I'm good.
Tim: Im so sorry about Damian!
Danny: Its...cool....you should see....how my distant Not-relatives are....the day after....Truce Day. This is actually tamed.
Tim: Wow really- *Get hit by the Batmobile* AGHHHH
Ft. Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne
Summary: your friend pranks your boyfriend with fake evidence of you cheating on him and it all goes terribly wrong.
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Dick Grayson
You were having such a wonderful day, everything was perfect, you were fresh out of the shower getting ready for a date with Dick only for him to barge into your room screaming at you about cheating on him. Youâre speechless, completely baffled by the sad display of proof he had on his phone, fake messages, a poorly photoshopped image, all from a random number that you knew belonged to Barbara.
âWill you shut up and listen! Why the hell would I ever cheat on you? Iâm head over heels for you so why would I go and try to cheat on you?â, you rebutdtaled.
The blue eyed man doesnât give you a moment to speak crying out the insecurities he had of your relationship now that he was fueled by betrayal and anger.
âI should have known youâd do this one day! You were just in it for the money werenât you? For the status! I never shouldâve broken up with Kori if it meant Iâd be stuc-â
âRichard Fucking Grayson! Donât you dare finish that fucking sentence! I never used you for money and if weâre gonna be talking about insecurities then fine! Iâve been worried since day one that youâd cheat on me because youâre a natural fucking flirt! Youâve slept with almost everyone on the Young Justice team and Kori! How do you expect me to compete with women like Zatanna or Kori?â, you argued back finally snapping and screaming back at him.
Thatâs when Barbara arrived to break up the fight, âOkay enough! Stop! It was just a stupid prank I didnât mean for it to do this far!â. She screamed snapping you both back into reality but everything had already been said.
âWhat? Babs whatâre you-â
âIt was a prank. I told (Y/n) Iâd do it but she thought I was joking so I took the challenge and did it. Iâm sorry everythingâs fake, the messages, the photos, itâs all edited. Iâm sorry!â
Dickâs anger boils towards his red headed friend but then he realizes what heâs done, he watches you stumbled to your bed and sit on the edge holding your head as tears fall from your eyes. He tries to get closer in order to comfort you but you point towards the door and order them both out with a stern raspy voice.
â(Y/n), b-babe Iâm sorry I-â
âGet out both of you. I donât want to see or hear you two, you said what you had to say so now I donât want to be near you. If you were so insecure of us being together then we never shouldâve bothered trying to be together. Just go to one of your exes, they always seem to be waiting for you.â, you sigh, tossing your date outfit at the wall out of frustration.
â(Y/n) Iâm sorry. I didnât mean for it to go this far.â, Babs cries softly watching you break before her very eyes.
Dick reaches for your shoulder but you slap away his hand away and scream at him to get out. He canât seem to find the right words, guilt and fear crushing his poor heart over your reaction.
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Jason Todd
It was a joke you and Roy had known since high school, there was a porn star that looked exactly like you the only difference was that you had a large birthmark on your lower right back that was shaped like a cloud and three beauty marks on your left shoulder. Roy being an idiot decided to show the porn starâs most recent video just to play a prank on his sharpshooting friend, Jason and his reaction were all but amusing. He couldnât even register the heavy accent in the womanâs voice because all his brain could focus on was your face moaning like a whore for some random guy. He takes Royâs phone and storms up to your room in the bunker to confront you immediately. Your relaxing in short shorts and a sports bra while reading a book when he storms in screaming profanities at you, and youâre shocked.
âCheating? You of all people! Giving yourself to random assholes on the street? How much of a slut are you? Why would you do this to me? How long have you been doing this?â, Jason is screaming at the top of his lungs, veins bulging with anger over his neck and cheeks.
âSlut? Excuse me who the fuck do you think you are? Iâve never cheated on you and I donât give myself to randos on the streets!â, you huff sitting up in your bed.
âThen how do you explain this?â, he growls shoving the screen into your face.
You growl seeing the womanâs face and sigh in frustration knowing this was Royâs work, you snatch the phone and look up another video with the womanâs back showing to put a rest to this stupid fight. Roy finally comes to his senses and rushes in trying to stop Jason before something worse happens. He hears the womanâs moans and blushes seeing you show Jason another video before pausing on a clear frame of the ladyâs back.
âLook! Look at her back and recall what I have on my own! My birthmark isnât fucking fake and thereâs no way make up could cover it up! This isnât me you fucking idiot!â, you growl slamming the phone back in Jasonâs chest.
You turn just to prove a point and Jason finally realizes that youâre right, the prominent brownish mark against your hip and back was stupidly obvious even with your shorts hiding some of it.
âJ-Jason dudeâŠlook it was just a prank. That ladyâs like 40+ years old, (Y/n) used to get harassed about looking like her in school all the time so we started to play it off as a joke. I-I just wanted to see how youâd react.â, Roy laughed nervously watching your blood boil up with rage.
You stand up and hop off your bed and glare at Roy before driving your fist into the side of his cheek, he cries out from the pain but he knows he deserves it. You storm to your closet soon after and start shoving items into your duffel bag so you can leave, Jason catches on quick and grabs your wrists stopping you before you actually leave him.
âLet me go! Weâve had sex plenty of times, youâre the first man Iâve ever given myself too because I trusted you but obviously you donât care about the small details about me!â, you growl snatching your wrist back.
âYou have fifteen scars on your back, six bullet holes on your thighs, and eight lines against your shoulder blades from when I dragged my nails down them the other day! Thatâs more then you can tell me about my body, I shouldâve known better then to think youâd care about me, let alone trust me.â, you growl walking towards your door, Jason chases after you trying to apologize but you donât listen to him.
You escape on your motorcycle and ride away towards the city leaving the raven haired man alone to wallow in his regret.
âWhy would you do this Roy?â, he growls punching hole in the wall out of frustration.
âI-I didnât think sheâd react like thatâŠI didnât think youâd react like thatâŠdid you really think sheâd cheat on you?â
Roy doesnât get an answer, he just watches tears fall from his friendâs eyes.
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Tim Drake
He was always busy, always on his computer, he was pretty boring but you still seemed to enjoy his company. You tried not to bother him but he noticed how youâd giggle a lot more or smile down at your phone more. Today you hadnât showed up to the manor, sure he was okay with it he didnât expect you to be with him 24/7 but then he finds Stephanie on your phone.
âSteph why do you-â
âDude (Y/n)âs cheating on you!â, the blonde huffs out in frustration showing him the chat you had recently with an unsaved number.
He doesnât want to believe the messages but then thereâs a voice message, âIâve missed you, canât wait to see you again my little gumdrop.â
Stephâs face is unreadable, sheâs trying to keep her act up since she knows itâs a prank. She stole your phone case and made the fake chat on her own phone just to get Tim to start paying more attention to you more but she doesnât realize the beast sheâs just unlocked.
Tim growls and crushes the phone in his hand before leaving to find you, he knew where youâd be because you told me. Steph follows quietly behind him enjoying the show, soon he arrives at your favorite cafe and to make matters worse youâre sharing coffee with a man heâs never seen before. He storms into the cafe despite Steph trying to hold him back and explain that itâs not true, and he screams at you despite your sweet clueless reaction to seeing him there.
âSeriously? Cheating on me? For what, what did I possibly do to make you get so desperate that youâd have to cheat on me?â, he yells gathering everyoneâs attention.
Your face heats up in embarrassment to the allegations against you, âTim what are you talking about?â
âI saw the texts on your phone, youâve been texting a guy behind my back and now youâre meeting him! Youâre disgusting!â, he growls slamming his hand on the table just in front of you.
âTim shut up please let me explain!â, Steph growls under her breath noticing phones and cameras begin to record the fight.
You try to explain yourself but Tim doesnât let you, he gets in your face and screams at you reducing you to tears until the sound of a slap echoed throughout the cafe. You had slapped him across the face finally snapping some sense into him, hot tears roll down your face as you get up and run out of the cafe in tears.
âSeems my sister didnât pick the right guy after all.â, the man finally speaks up slamming cash on the table for the bill before rushing out and chasing after you.
Steph finally speaks up and explains that it was a prank she made up, she hadnât known that youâd be meeting your brother today making the cheating prank seem as if it was true. Timâs left speechless holding his burning cheek as he stares at the door, âWhat have I done?â
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Damian Wayne
Love was always foreign to him, he didnât know how to love or how to receive it until he met you but Damian certainly knew about emotions like anger and jealousy.
âAwww look how cute they look together.â, Beast Boy cheered showing the team his phone.
On the screen was a recent photo from the news claiming a new relationship between Superboy and Silverwing (aka y/n). You were both smiling in the photo, your hair wildly dancing around you as if you two were free falling when the photo was taken. That photo is what started it all, it was during a mission when you were knocked off a building that Conner caught you. Damian had always been jealous of the Cloneâs natural flirtatious nature and exciting presence so seeing you with him made Damianâs blood boil. Beast boy was quick to catch on and use this to his advantage, so he pranked you two into kissing and sent the photo to Damian to see how heâd react. Damian was training when he received the photo of your and Conner kissing, he growled under his breath and headed upstairs to see you both tangled together in rope laughing and struggling to get free.
âThis is why I told you not to play with my utility belt.â, you groaned earning another laugh from the flushed faced kryptonian.
Damianâs sword quickly cut you both free but being jerked up to feet knocked you back into reality, you pulled your arm away from Damian and glared at him. His green hues were boiling with rage and you groaned trying to think of what you did wrong now, âLet me guess I forgot training?â
âNo you were sucking faces with this fake!â, he growled swinging the tip of his sword between Connerâs eyes.
You kicked his hand sending his sword up into the air before catching it and handing it back to him with a warning. Garfield started to record for his Twitter unaware of how bad the incident would get, Damian started arguing with you claiming you unfaithful because of Conner which you quickly denied.
âHeâs my friend you idiot!â
âFriends donât lock lips with friends!â, Damian growls showing you the photo.
âOh my god it just happened on accident! This dork activated my capture net and we got stuck together and fell over. Our lips met for like three seconds and then I pulled away. Get over yourself.â
âThree seconds to long!â
âYouâre acting like a child! Newsflash your insecurities are showing!â, you growled.
Damianâs blood was boiling more and more as you continued arguing with him, he was reaching his breaking point.
âIf Iâd cheat then I wouldnât bother hiding it since youâd find out anyways!â, you screamed finally breaking what little self restraint he had.
âShut up!â, Damian screamed, his hand moved on its own swinging his sword right once stood, everyone gasped and Conner screamed your name. Damian opened his eyes to see blood dripping down the tip of his sword and his heart sank seeing you on the ground holding your left cheek in shock.
Your saddened eyes stared up at him in disbelief before you pulled your hand away from your cheek seeing the blood that stained your palm, Damian had cut you. Tears spilled from your eyes as you stood and ran away disappearing into the halls of the Tower with the others following right after you. Conner was the only one to stay, âI wouldnât ever try to steal her from you.â
â° breakfast, lunch, and dinner, these pro heroes are STARVING!
pairing(s): katsuki bakugo x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separate!)
18+ MDNI. CUNNILINGUS, fem! reader, lots of pet names, fingering, spit, face sitting, pussy pronouns, talking you through it, butt play and butt plugs (izuku), pussy spanking, (izuku), making you BEG for it, manipulation, crying, stretching you out, dirty talk, down bad shoto, denki cumming in his pants, wedgies?, panty ripping, teasing, overstimulation .á
Katsuki Bakugo swore he could handle the weight of you sitting on his face, and when you reluctantly agreed, knees wobbling as you gripped the mahogany grain of your shared headboard to hover on top of his panting chest, you never wouldâve expected him to adore the feeling of you suffocating his carved jawline.
He had the best seat in the whole fuckinâ house, plump pussy lips spread open inches above his mouth with a âpopâ, the mess of your heightened arousal deliciously decorating the flesh ân swirling prettily around your smooth thighs.
âSo fuckinâ pretty baby.â His huge hands find purchase in the sides of your hips, fingertips gripping the thick flesh to spread you open even further, the most personal parts of your body gaped wide open for his greedy viewing.
âLook at ya,â Katsuki breathes in, inhaling the sugary scent of your sex, the smell instantly watering his tastebuds, âcanât believe this sâall mine.â
âJust feel like I might hurt yoâoh fuck!â Two large palms quickly move to grip the flesh of your withering hips dropping, cunt planting firmly down to his opened maw.
A ravenous growl rumbles through him, the saccharine droplets of slick quickly swiping across his nose bridge, coating his cheeks in your aroma. His long pink tongue flicks out to slot between your lips, kitten licking a trail of salvia up your slit.
âTastes so fuckinâ sweet baby,â heâs moaning, the sounds muffled by the weight of your entrance fully smothering him, yet heâs loud enough for you to hear him, voice low and vibrating your clit, âstop movinâ ân lemme take care of my girls.â
Licking and slurping, the noises fill the bedroom, silky wetness so egregious it rivals the sobs slipping from your shocked face. âKatsuki!â Itâs astonishing how easily he holds you still, even as your legs completely give out beneath you. Bulging biceps hardening against your thighs and lifting you up, up, up! to the ceiling, gripping you perfectly in place to lick your walls clean of sap.
âThinkinâ youâd hurt me? That I canât handle you?â Heâs questioning, tongue sliding down to your tight hole, digging the flicking the fat muscle up into it, âwould let you kill me as long as you were the one askinâ, baby.â
The gravity only works you closer, body caging in your hips to rock against his mouth, skilled tongue digginâ in and out of your clenched hole, the button of his nose smushing into your clit. âOh Kats, s-shit! Iâtoo much! C-Can feel you everywhere!â
Holding onto the headboard for dear life, the wood grain begins to squeak at the hinges, soft nipples hardening when you press yourself tightly against it, the cold texture sending shivers down your spine.
âCanât help it,â Katsuki's tongue travels back up towards your clit, placing a sloppy kiss to the warm bud, âtastes so damn good, baby.â
You throw your head down to the top of the headboard, drool collecting at the sides of your mouth. Squishy cheeks pressing deeply into grain in an attempt to stifle your moans, eyes slamming shut to savor the feeling of him absolutely ravishing your sex.
He looks up, passionate crimson eyes squinting and blond brows furrowing when he canât find your face looking down at him. âOi!â His strong arms prod at your thick hips, swiftly pulling you further down to his chin, your body tumbling backwards.
âH-Huh?â You should have never underestimated his strength, large hands easily spaying around your ass to throw you around like a ragdoll, fingers white knuckling at the soft flesh he grips snug to his mouth. âW-Whaââ
ââQuit hidinâ,â he mumbles, teeth nipping at your inner thighs, placing a graphic porno-sounding kiss to the skin, the slick residue from his swollen mouth painting your skin, âneeda hear you screaminâ so I know Iâm doinâ a damn good job.â
Biting your lip, you rapidly nod down at him, jaw falling open as he begins to rock you on his lips, pink tongue flattening on your slit and applying even pressure.
âK-Katsâmmfuck! Gettinâ close.â Your voice comes out high pitched, a sinful moan roaring from the back of your aching throat, fingertips hooking into the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead to rock against him, mouth perfectly rolling the gooey flesh of your clit.
âTake what ya want from me, know you deserve it,â heâs grumbling beneath you, hand reaching up to spay on your tummy, digits traveling up your navel and towards your breasts, fingers rolling around your nipple. âKnow youâre close baby, give it to me, yeah?â
Katsuki knows the exact moment you finally break, head thrown back with a sob, your slick coats his face, hips rapidly rolling fast around the slope of his nose to ride out your high, cunt drenching his face full of your glistening essence.
âTsukiâStop!â The high hits you much harder than usual, the strong pink muscle pulling every last ounce of pleasure out of your sore clit, causing you to jump off his face with a yelp, âtoo much!â
âWhere you goinâ,â he scoffs beneath you, palms massaging the soft flesh of your ass to anchor you back down, his tongue finding your used hole, ââm not done yet, come âere.â
It all started with that damned house dress, the one you slipped on just as you tumbled out of bed, body completely bare beneath the silk.
Seeing you standing in the kitchen swirling sticky honey into a steaming mug, every last sense of rationale Shoto Todoroki had left inside of him quickly evaporates, leaving the man at a standstill in the doorway. Itâs as if he was still stuck in a dream, a dizzy bout of sleep walking he doesnât dare pinch himself awake from.
Shotoâs legs move on their own accord, bare feet stepping off the tatami towards you. The hardwood flooring speaks before he can, the paneling creaking beneath his heavy frame.
âShoto?â Youâre asking, popping your head over your shoulder, and when you see him standing in the doorway, you're smilingâeyes wide as saucers.
You twirl around to greet him, skirt easing off your hips as the fabric swishes in the air, âwas getting started on some tea, I know you like to make it but I thought Iâd surprise you.â
Shoto canât speak.
Not when youâre looking at him like that.
Shoto desperately wants to fill the empty void due to his lack of response, yet every word falls flat on his lips, heterochromia irises far too focused on your presence to think of anything else.
It wasnât like you were wearing anything special. The airy, cloud-white garment hung loosely on your frame, chantilly lace wrapping around the swell of your breasts matching the hem at your hips, the length cutting off just above the small divot between your thighs.
You looked angelic, and when the sunlight cut through the opened window, warm hues dancing over your features like a painting, Shoto found himself tumbling down to his knees.
âSho? Are you okay?â Gasping, your hands grip his forearms, the stocky man easily wrapping himself around your front, red and white hair spaying over your abdomen.
He can only find it in himself to shake his head ânoâ, hands fisting the fabric on your thighs, lips pouting into the silkened garment. âI love you.â
You laugh, fingertips grazing the hair out of his eyes, his chin digging into the soft spot just below your navel, feeling his warmth surround your skin. âI love you enough that I want you to get off the floor,â teasing him, you reaching behind you to turn off the stove, giving him your full attention. âYouâre looking at me like youâre going to eat me alive or something.â
Oh? But I am.
The words linger, never daring to leave his mouth.
Itâs unfair, he thinks. Everything about you is so perfect. You always know exactly what to say whenever thereâs an uncomfortable beat of silence, how youâre so kind to everyone you meetâincluding himself, showing your appreciation in the small moments that many others would ignore.
Shoto can feel his heart swell in his chest, blood pooling to his ears, the tips surely shining the brightest shade of merlot.
âLove when you wear this,â he mutters, head bowing to place a chaste kiss to each thigh, soft lips mumbling into the flesh, âyou are beautiful.â
âIâm glad you like it, Sho.â
Iâd like to rip it off.
Heâd buy you ten more if he could; if youâd let him that is, all to tear the flimsy fabric to shreds, a shameless cycle of his devotion to you.
Shoto doesnât realize his hands have fallen onto your legs, palms gliding smooth over the skin, hands massaging your hips. He kneads the skin just to feel the way it pebbles beneath his grip, the slightest hint of your blood thumping through your veins instantly grounding him in you.
âSho,â itâs your turn to grip at the fabric, body flushing with the tiniest bit of warmth that pools in your belly at his groping, the hem treading just above your bare mound, âd-donât know whatâs happening butââ
ââYou.â Heâs growling, voice slicked in the same way the honey sticks to the forgotten ceramic mug, face diving between your legs.
Shoto doesnât ask as heâs spreading you open, tongue indulging in the way your silky slit coats his tastebuds, the heady flavor causing him to moan, voice shaking. âYou happened.â
Taken aback, the sheer force of his greedy muscle licking you clean makes your hands shamelessly bundle the fabric frantically off your hips to gaze down at the starving man, his eyes closed to focus on funneling his tongue deep inside of you.
âShoto! Oh my god! W-What are youââ
ââShowing you how much I love you.â
Your cunt was his altar, the delightful sap-like nectar seeping out from your drenched folds his savior, lapping the honey slick as if itâs his last meal on earth, one to praise and devour all at the same time.
âLove you,â heâs moaning, reddened tongue making out with your sex as if it was another pair of your lips he was kissing instead, mouth moving in tangent with his words, âlove you so much.â
âSho! Love you too, l-love your mouth.â
âKeep talking,â he smiles, head bowing up and down with each fat lick to your cunt, his tongue prodding the fleshy bits of your sensitive nub, pleasure blossoming in your upper thighs, âtell me how youâre feeling, honey.â
âWhaâI canât!â
Not when heâs devouring you with a fever you canât seem to recognize. Tongue soft and sweet; licking every little crevice between your legs, mouth taking every last rational thought from your mind out of your body with a suckle to your clit.
âPlease,â heâs begging, widened pupils gazing up at your fucked out face, âtell me what you love about it, talk me through it.â
In fear of him halting his moments, youâre talking faster than you can think, words shakily fumbling out of your withering chest. âYour mouth,â you moan, thighs shaking at the force of him kitten licking your clit, âa-always take your timeâshit! So warm ân soft.â
âKeep going, love.â
His hands move you easily, arching your hips to allow his long tongue to plug its way into your aching hole, the action causing you to squeak. âOh your hands Shoto! Love your hands s-so much.â
âWant me to use them?â He asks gently, dominant hand leaving your hips to prod at your entrance, anxiously awaiting your approval.
How could you possibly tell him no?
âPlease.â
His finger dips between your lips, the digit easily swallowing up past your entrance from how wet it is, knuckles pressing into you with a âsquelchâ. He pistons it in and out of your hole, tongue latching on your clit to create a seal, loud slurping sounds echoing from damp skin.
It would be dirty if it was anyone else other than Shoto.
âShoto! D-Donât stopâplease, please donât stopppp.â Tears are brimming the corners of your eyes as he adds another finger to the equation, fingerprints curling up into your g-spot to brush the point of no return, your sobs turning into wails of pleasure.
âClose? I can feel you squeezing.â
âYes, yes!â You were stricken by some life altering hysteria, mind utterly preoccupied by the way Shoto worked your cunt wide open, âwantâgonna cum in your mouth.â
âGo ahead, Iâll take care of you,â heâs whispering, mouth muffled by the sound of your pussy, nose deep into the puffy flesh of your mound.
Clammy fingertips grasp at his hair, gripping a handful of hair to roll your hips against him. Youâre not sure what you're going for, yet nonetheless you chase it, curses falling from your slacked mouth. âShit, shit, cumming!â
The sensation hits you all at once, Shotoâs hands, his mouth. He will always take care of you, always worship you, even in the kitchen on his hands and knees in the early hours of the morning.
Flurries of sputtering stars burst behind your eyes, Shotoâs hand holding you in place as you ride it out, hips shaking, spine aching.
When he finally pulls away, licking your slick off his lips heâs smiling, hands finding yours.
His fingers are wet. Your tea still isnât made.
Izuku Midoriya's been waiting for this all day long, discovering you tucked snugly in bed awaiting for him to finally come home, your frame slowly snoozing between the sheets.
His tartan suit was half way off, beige dress coat hanging over the peg of the bed frame, white sleeves of his button up rolled past his elbows, work badge still hanging from his stocky chest.
Heâd woken you up in a daze, scarred hands spreading your legs wide open for him, cunt gleaming in the lowlight of the yellow lamp, your nightie barley clinging to your skin.
âWas waiting up for you, didnât think youâd be so late,â youâre mumbling, voice shy.
He gleams. Of course you waited for him, cunt leaking and begging to be touched, holes ready for him to toy with.
âIâm sorry baby, a-and thank you for being so patient,â heâs murmuring into your neck, taking a deep breath and smiling when he smells traces of his body wash on your skin, âwant to make it up to you, will you let me?â
An hour later he had you fully awake and stretched out for him, knees kissing either side of the mattress with his favorite green hued plug popped inside your tight ass, the customized authentic jade gemstone poking out between your cheeks.
âHow are you feeling?â Izuku asks, face inches away from your cunt, watching the soft rise and fall of your belly, pussy dripping slick down to the white sheets.
âG-Good,â youâre stuttering, tight ring clenching the metal protrusion inside of you, words glued to your tongue so nicely; gooey mind worried youâll say the wrong thing starting to scare you, âfeels really good âzuku.â
âGood.â He parrots, running two fingers that rest on your knee up towards the inside of your thigh, the soft skin feeling like butter on his calloused fingerprints. âI think youâre ready for something else though, arenât you?â
âY-Your mouth? Please?â Your woozy eyes look down at him, body shivering as goosebumps erupt everywhere heâs touching you, a hopeful dopey smile spreading on your shiny cheeks.
âYouâre silly,â heâs almost chuckling, chest swooning at how devoted you are to him, mind and body completely vulnerable to his heavy presence.
His fingers dip into the crevice just beside your mound, trailing a ghost-like touch up and down to watch you writhe against the mattress, nipples hardening in the dim lighting.
Two fingers lightly touch your clit, the thick digits forcing your slit wideee open, the sloppy sounds of your lips widening to fit him forces your sensitive body to heat up in embarrassment, face smushing into the side of your pillow.
âA-And youâre mean,â mumbling, you suddenly jump at the contact, a firm slaaaappp! landing down on your clit. âIzuku!â
You feel your clit begin to throb, the rapid heartbeat in your chest traveling down to the aching bundle of nerves as he goes right back to massaging it, his eyes absorbing your wild reaction.
Clenching down, the plug presses itself even deeper inside you, the cold metal working its way around your ass, the width squeezing around your sensitive walls.
Izuku goes back to massaging your clit, the soft touch doing little to stimulate it, hips jerking up to reach his touch.
He pulls back, slotting the slick coated fingers into his lips, tongue licking them clean. âMean? You think this is mean?â
Suddenly, two thick digits are plunging into your cunt, walls clenching down around the protrusions, hot womb easily sucking him in, fingertips hitching knuckles deep.
âFuck!â Youâre mewling, head thrashing.
You wanted him to be inside you think, mind woozy as your holes become equally filled, the pressure of the large plug shifting his chunky knuckles up towards your g-spotâstill not fully touching it, yet letting you feel that heâs there.
âStill so tight,â heâs observing, watching the way your pussy expands to take his fingers, the tight lilâ hole squelching for attention around them. âCan feel you sucking me in⊠feels good, doesnât it?â
You canât respond as another finger joins your slit, the pointer finger long and prodding as it slips inside, the stretch forcing a cry out of your dry mouth.
Izuku talks you through it, tells you just how good youâre doing for him, coaxing your body to relax for him, now three fingers deep.
âLet me in, youâre almost there.â
âDoing so good for me, baby. Look so pretty stuffed full of me.â
âYou trust me, right?â
You focus on his words, body contorting around his intrusion deep inside of you, fully relaxed to take whatever he gives you.
âIzuku?â The pain quickly blooms into pleasure, an uncomfortable sensation building deep inside your core causing you to beg. âWant your mouth so bad Izuku, e-everything feels too tightâtoo full!â
Izuku almost feels pity for you.
His pretty baby begging for release, pleading for a smidge of attention from him.
âSince youâve been so good tonight, maybe Iâll give you what you want?â Heâs coaxing you to say what he wants to hear, emerald green eyes laser focused on the soft prodding of your squishy mound, fingers swabbinâ around in your gushy insides like heâs trying to memorize the ridges of your canal.
âPlease Izuku,â wishfully thinking, your words slur, spine arching off the bed to greet his freckled cheeks, warm breath tickling your slit.
He places a kiss on your clit just to watch you squeak, eyebrows raising down at you like a hawk watching his prey. âPlease what? Use your words.â
âPlease use your mouth,â youâre whining, yet he doesnât move, your eyes widening, âIzuku, can you please u-use your mouth andâŠâ
âGo on.â
He wants to hear you say it out loud. The very words that always cause you to shy away from him, the perverse nature of the descriptions of what you desperately crave from him heating your body up.
âPlease eat me out.â
You must really want to cum tonight Izukuâs thinking, his thighs tensing at how sweetly youâre asking, wide eyes gleaming over with sex.
He doesnât respond, and right when you believe heâs about to stand up from between your legs, an arm anchors around your lower belly, mouth diving in between your legs.
Izuku is messy with it. All tongue and meticulous direction, he teeters between light swiping and harsh sucking against your nub, fully coating himself in slick.
âMppf! Zu! Oh god!â
Heâs purposely holding you from bucking off the mattress, rather having you thrust around in his grasp to feel how his pleasure blooms throughout your body.
His large fingers reach spots inside of you yours could never, rapidly flicking up into your spongey g-spot, he easily stretches out the muscle to take what he wants.
âIâm closeââ
ââalready? Such a good girl.â He has a way with making you hold on to every word he says, Izukuâs heavy presence invading your space in every way possible.
The only thing you can picture is him, the way his fingers smooch your pussy, tongue licking your clit; even down to the plug, stuffing you completely, all because he asked so nicely.
âIzuku, Izuku, Izuku!â Youâre the fullest youâve ever been in your life, tummy bulging as he flicks his fingers up, the depth so strong you can almost taste it.
You throw your head back, eyes slamming shut to devote yourself in the feeling, your high coming head on, body unable to escape the way its throwing you off the edge.
âDonât go shy on me now, look at me.â Izukuâs pulling you from that ledge, dripping eyes peering up at him in awe, irises daring to roll back into your skull as he eats you like an animal, fingers scooping your cunt.
âThere she is, mmmm my pretty girl,â he hums in approval, the vibrations heading straight to your clit, thighs shaking. Izuku notices, forearm pressing roughly into your lower belly, âoh baby, youâre so close, do you want to cum?â
Izuku is attentive, calculating the best possible outcome using your cunt as his test subject as the feeling takes over you, thighs tensing, toes curling.
âYes, yes, yes! Please Izuku!â Mumbling, you get lost in the moment once heâs pressing his lips roughly to your clit, the pleasure overbearing, jaw dropping, mouth going silent.
âGo ahead honey,â heâs mumbling, fingers fucking your g-spot, your body breaking beneath him, âbecause after this one, youâll give me another, right?â
âFuck!â Youâre nodding, mind blacking out into perpetual bliss, completely unaware the night is just getting started.
âBabe⊠didn't realize you were this wet, wouldâve left Sero's place like hours ago.â Denki Kaminari canât help but gawk at the painfully beautiful sight unfolding before him.
Heâd been teasing you all evening, sitting you prettily on top of his lap whilst everyone else was far too focused on the movie playing in front of them to realize he was rubbing your clit beneath the blanket spread on your legs.
Darling lilâ pussy lips soaking right through lace panties, the skirt you wore granting him easy access as he dipped two fingers between them, pressing the fabric snugly into your slippery clit.
It was blatantly obvious when you were about to finally cum. Body twitching on top of him, legs shaking and muscles flexing. Each attempt to hide your mewls by chewing loudly on pieces of popcorn or sipping your drink, Denki would quietly laugh in your ear, gold earring cold against your skin, as heâd quickly pull his hand away from the mess heâd made to rub at your thighs instead, wrinkled fingertips edging you to soaked oblivion.
When the movie was finally over and you were waddling around in a puddle of slick with legs like jelly, Denki rushed your goodbyes, swearing that he couldnât get you home any faster.
Feverishly pulling you down onto the carpet of the living room, the anticipation of tasting you takes over him. Large hands flip your skirt above your belly, his golden locs situated snuggly between your legs to stare at the sloppy liquid pouring from your poor neglected pussy lips onto your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight.
âStop teasinâ me,â you plead with him, the fabric so embarrassingly wet it nips at your heated slit, thighs uncontrollably sopping as Denki's tongue only makes it worse, a fat dribble of spit slopping against your covered cunt.
âIâm notttâhey! If I knew it was this bad, I would've ate you out in the bathroom.â Heâs laughing, voice sleazy, golden irises blown out and dark, pupils fully covering the amber hues.
His fingers pinch the fabric up, up, up! between your fat lips, watching them rapidly swallow up the material like theyâre quenching for thirst, your fat cunt sticking out on the sides.
Gasping, you wiggle around in his grasp, hole pulsating and clit throbbing, your hips pressing up towards his nose, the slope catching on your covered clit. âYouâre such a freak, a-and Seroâs a perv⊠he wouldâve probably liked that shit.â
You can hear the same thick digits touching your lips begin to tug at the fabric, a dull âriiiiippppâ screeching beneath you as he breaks the stingy fabric in two, leaving your bare glistening cunt shining in the darkness of the room.
âNot when Iâm done with ya he wonât,â placing a slow lick from the bottom of your tight hole up to your sensitive clit, Denki groans at the taste, his own hips humping the floor, âit would suck having to buy him a new sink though.â
Your fingers find purchase in his hair, rolling the yellow tendrils between your hands in a tight grip, matching the hectic rolls of your hips to the lazy gyrations of his head.
âFuck Denki!â You let out a relieved curse when he begins to suck on your clit, his wiggly tongue lapping every last drop of slick that falls from your hole, âIâm done replacing his furniture everytime we b-break it.â
âWant to-mfdphâI want to.â Denki's words are inaudible as he rapidly licks at your pussy, tongue getting completely lost in the feeling of your cunt rubbing his face raw, cheeks warm and covered in your essence.
You peer down at him, his eyes slammed shut as he shakes his head like a dog, mouth moving side to side. âWhat babe? C-Can't hear you over your sloppy mouth.â
âShit,â heâs gasping, head coming up for air just long enough to take a sharp breath, his finger finding your neglected hole, âwanna fuck you in every room in his house, show everyone who you belong to.â
âOh Denki, everyone already knoâoh, fuck!â
His finger instantly flicks up into your gummy g-spot, mouth latching on your clit to lap at the flesh as if he needs to taste you to survive, skilled tongue flicking up and down your sensitive bud.
âDenki!â The familiar hitch jumps deep inside your core, body heating up as your thighs clench around his head, voice cracking, âgonna make me c-cum!â
âFuckkk-please, give it to me.â Moaning, his cock head manically weeps through the fabric of his pants, the taste of your gushing cunt pushing him closer to the edge, your voice causing his balls to tense up.
Denkiâs hips roughly fuck into the floor with such veroccity it jerks him forward, your body fully rocking aginst his fingers, the knuckles traveling further past your walls.
âM-More! FuckâPlease!â
He groans in approval, slipping another finger into your stuffed hole. The burning stretch causes your waterline to prickle with the faintest globes of tears, fingers alternating between gripping the frills of your skirt and the strands of his hair, body teetering on the edge of your high.
âCâmon, youâve got it babe,â Denkis mumbling into your clit, words vibrating deep into the slippery flesh sending little dull bolts up and down your thighs, knees shaking beside his ears, âsoak meâpleaseee, need to feel it-ruin me babeââ
Your voice cuts him off, a wild mantra of his name rapidly falling from your slacked maw as you cum against him, little volts of electricity swirling around the sensitive nerves in your mound, body rolling in ecstasy.
âFuck babe, jusâ like that,â heâs mumbling, ripping off your swollen clit to watch your face as you fall apart on the floor, his hips stuttering on the pale carpeting beneath them, âaw, shit!â
Before he can realize whatâs happening, Denki is cumming untouched with a whimper, mouth returning to lap at your release while his own creates a syrupy mess in his pants.
The pleasure quickly becomes painful, clammy hands gripping him by the head to pull him up towards your lips, locking him into a sloppy kiss.
You moan when you taste yourself on him, palm falling down to fumble his belt wide open, pulling his shaft out of the material and swipinâ your hand over his red beating cock, his cum sticky on your fingers.
âFuuuck,â he mumbles between your lips, dragging his face down to rub between your neck, sticking your slick onto your skin, âshould have done that at his place babe, n-next time Iâm dragging you to the bathroom, I swear!â
Your hand grips down hard on his sensitive cock, releasing a whine from the overstimulated boy. âCan you please stop talking about your friends when youâre about to fuck me, please?â
a/n: divider by @/cafekitsune okay⊠so! this started as a bakugo drabble and then i saw a vid on x that instantly reminded me of shoto and so of course, jenni got carried away
The moment the words leave their mouth âIs she single?â Riddleâs entire posture goes rigid.
His teacup pauses mid air, between his fingers.
âExcuse me?â
âDid you just ask if my girlfriend⊠is single?â
His voice is clipped, sharp, and cold as iced rosewater. He sets the teacup down with a quiet clink that somehow echoes ominously.
The poor soul stammers something about âjust wonderingâ and âdidnât know,â but Riddleâs already standing.
âShe's not available. And even if she were, she has standards. Ones you clearly don't meet.âHeâll give a thin, polite smile.
Later, he pulls you aside, still flushed with frustration but still some gentleness in his eyes.
âYouâre mine⊠right?â he whispers with a hand in yours âI donât like the thought of youâre not with me.â
Leona Kingscholar
Someone asks if youâre single?
Leona slowly, very slowly, looks up from where he was lounging, one brow raised. The smirk that curls across his lips is predatory.
âWhatâd you just say?â
He stands casually, almost lazily but thereâs nothing relaxed about the way he rolls his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the poor idiot like a lion spotting its next meal.
âYouâre asking if my herbivore is available? While Iâm right here?â
Heâll laugh. Not kindly. And step just close enough to loom.
âSheâs not. And unless youâve got a death wish, Iâd keep your mouth shut next time.â
Later, he yanks you down into his lap and keeps an arm around your waist for the rest of the event, chin resting possessively on your shoulder.
Azul Ashengrotto
Azulâs reaction is the definition of menacing composure.
He doesnât even blink at first just adjusts his glasses, gives a small, polite smile, and says:
âI beg your pardon?â
When the person repeats themselves, he chuckles softly, like someone just told him a particularly stupid joke.
âInteresting. Because unless thereâs another girl who shares her name, face, and affection for me, Iâm fairly certain sheâs taken.â
Azulâs eyes glint with something far too dark for the bright lounge lighting. The tension in the room thickens.
âPerhaps next time, youâll inquire more carefully. Or not at all.â
He kisses your hand later that evening, voice sweet and soft:
âDo you know how close I was to dragging them into a contract just to shut them up?â
Jamil Viper
Jamilâs expression goes completely blank the moment the question is asked. Itâs a scary kind of calm.
He blinks once. Twice.
ââŠWhat?â
They repeat it, a little more hesitantly this time.
He lets out a slow breath. Smiles.
âSheâs not single. Sheâs very much in a relationship. With me.â
Then he leans in, voice dropping:
âIf you value your time here at NRC, I suggest you redirect that interest⊠elsewhere.â
He acts totally unbothered afterward, but you catch him side-eyeing every guy who walks within three feet of you for the rest of the day.
âWhat? I'm just keeping an eye out.â
Vil Schoenheit
Vil doesn't get angry. Not in public.
But when someone asks if you're single?
He pauses mid-sentence, his head tilting just slightly as he regards them with a dazzling smile so cold it could cut glass.
âHow bold. You must be new here.â
He doesnât even raise his voice. He doesnât have to. His presence alone makes the person shrink.
âShe is not single. She's taken. Proudly. By me.â
He'll lean back in his seat, legs crossed, and flick an imaginary speck of dust from his sleeve.
That night, he touches your cheek gently and murmurs:
âYou're far too radiant for them not to notice. But don't worry, love they can look. They just can't have.â
Idia Shroud
The second someone asks if you're single, Idia nearly chokes on his drink.
âWHAT?!â
He turns beet red. His hair flickers with hot-pink panic.
âY-you mean, like, single-single? Or likeâis this a prank? Did Ortho set this up?!â
Once he realizes itâs a genuine question, something in him snaps but in his own Idia way.
âNo. No sheâs not single. Are you blind? Iâm literally standing right here.â
Then quieter, more to himself:
âNPCs like this always try to romance-lock the wrong routeâŠâ
Later, when you find him sulking in his room, he clutches your hand and says:
âYouâre mine, right? Like, final boss level committed? I⊠I just need to hear it.â
You kiss his forehead. âAlways.â
Malleus Draconia
Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no noâŠ
The moment someone asks if youâre single, Malleus goes absolutely still.
Itâs the kind of stillness that makes the air feel heavier.
âWhat⊠did you just ask me?â
His voice is calm, but the magic in the room shifts. Dark. Primal.
He steps forward, eyes glowing ever so slightly.
âShe is my girlfriend. My beloved. My chosen. There is no version of reality where she is single and Iâm not with herâ
The person stammers an apology. Malleus tilts his head.
âI would advise you to remember that. Unless you wish to find yourself⊠forgotten.â
He says it with a gentle smile that somehow feels like a curse.
Later, he presses your hand to his chest and whispers:
âThey must not know what it means to belong to someone. When your heart only beats for them.â
âŠthe boys planned the whole proposal⊠but they got too nervousâŠ
Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek had been a rigid, stick all day. His usual booming voice was clipped. His posture was military straight. He marched rather than walked, hands clenched at his sides, green hair somehow even more perfectly styled than usual, as if every strand was standing at attention out of sheer anxiety. He had been planning this for over a year.
Every detail had been planned. The exact day, the exact hour, the exact flower that would be in peak bloom in the private castle garden. He had even begged (very loudly and very respectfully) for Malleusâs permission to use the garden⊠and of course Malleus had granted it with a soft, knowing smile.
What Sebek hadnât thought was how his heart would try to explode the moment the plan actually began. He had managed to lure you to the castle of âimportant business involving the Young Master.â
You were suspicious immediately.
âSebek, this is really sudden,â you said as he practically pulled you through the halls. âMaybe after weâre done I can have tea with Lilia andâŠâ
âNO!â Sebek barked, far too loudly. He cleared his throat, ears burning red. âLilia does not like tea.â
You stared at him. ââŠLilia doesnât like tea? Since when?â
âSince always! It is a known fact! Do not question me!â
You let it go, but your suspicion only grew.
Sebek finally led you into the garden. It was breathtaking. Flowers of every color bloomed in perfect harmony. Golden sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting everything in a dreamy glow. It was undeniably romantic.
You turned in a slow circle, admiring it. âSebek⊠this is beautiful. Why did you really bring me here?â
The second your back was to him, Sebek dropped to one knee so hard it probably gonna leave a mark. His hands shook violently as he pulled out the small velvet box he had carried in his pocket for months. He opened his mouth to deliver the speech he had practiced at least two hundred times. But instead, a broken sob tore out of him.
Then another.
And another.
Big, loud, ugly sobs that shook his broad shoulders. Tears streamed down his face as all the tension, fear, love, and overwhelming devotion of the past years crashed over him at once.
You spun around instantly at the sound. âSebek?!â You dropped to your knees in front of him, cupping his wet cheeks in both hands, eyes wide with panic. âWhat happened?! Are you hurt? Did something go wrong? Talk to me!â
Sebek could barely breathe through the sobs. His face was bright red, tears dripping off his chin. He thrust the open ring box toward you with trembling hands, the beautiful ring glittering between you. âW-Will you?â he choked out, voice cracking horribly. âPlease?!â
For a second you just stared, stunned. Then your expression melted into pure joy. âYes!â you whispered, laughing through sudden tears of your own. âYes, Sebek. Of course I will.â
Sebek let out a loud sigh and practically tackled you into a hug, still on his knees. The ring box nearly went flying before you gently took it from his shaking hand and slipped the ring onto your finger yourself.
âI have prepared a speechâŠâ he sobbed against your shoulder, arms wrapped around you like iron bands. âBut I ruined it⊠Iâm sorry⊠but Iâm so happyâŠâ
You laughed softly and kissed the top of his head, stroking his hair. âYou didnât ruin anything. This is the most Sebek proposal I could have asked for.â
Up in the castle window, three figures watched the scene unfold.
Malleus smiled softly, looking proud.
Lilia was laughing so hard he had to hold onto the windowsill.
Silver just sighed, looking equal parts fond and exhausted. âHeâs going to be insufferable about this for the next decadeâŠâ
Azul Ashengrotto
Azul had spent weeks⊠no, months!Crafting the perfect proposal plan. He had spreadsheets. Multiple drafts. Risk assessments. Backup plans for the backup plans. Jade and Floyd clear his schedule and secure the location.
He tried so hard to be slick when he casually asked you during lunch if youâd like to go on a date, you smiled and said yes immediately. But the way his fingers twitched under the table and the way he adjusted his glasses three times in ten seconds made you suspicious.
âDinner at the beach restaurant that you talked about recently.â he said smoothly. âThis Saturday. 7:15 p.m. Iâve already made the reservation.â
You raised an eyebrow. ââŠSpecificâŠâ
âGood planning is important.â he replied, smiling that polished, professional smile. You knew something was up.
Saturday evening arrived. The beach was beautiful, soft golden sand, gentle waves, the sky painted in breathtaking pinks and oranges as the sun began to set. Azul had somehow gotten the entire beach cleared. You walked hand in hand along the shoreline, your shoes dangling from your free hand. Azulâs grip on yours was a little tighter than usual. His palm was suspiciously clammy.
âItâs really pretty tonight,â you said, leaning into his side.
âYes. Very beautifulâ he agreed, looking down at you, voice slightly strained. Thatâs when his fancy digital watch started beeping insistently.
Beep. Beep. Beep beep beep.
You both stopped. You glanced down at the screen.
HEART RATE: CRITICAL. PLEASE SIT DOWN IMMEDIATELY.
âAzul?!â You turned to him in panic, grabbing his arm. âWhatâs wrong?! Are you okay? Is it your heart? Should we call someone?â
Azulâs face was flushed pink all the way to his ears. He quickly silenced the watch with a trembling finger. âItâs⊠nothing. Iâm simply excited to eat!â he said, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. âThe restaurant has an excellent menu tonight. Very⊠exciting...â
You stared at him, utterly confused. âAzul. Your heart rate is through the roof. We should ditch the date and go home. Or at least visit the infirmaryââ
âNo!â The word came out far too loud and desperate. Azulâs eyes widened in panic.
Before you could say another word, he dropped to one knee right there in the sand, nearly losing his balance as his legs gave out from nerves. Sand flew everywhere. One hand fumbled in his coat pocket and pulled out a small, elegant velvet box. His glasses were slightly fogged up.
âMarry me!â he blurted, voice cracking. âPlease! right now! I mean, not right now, I mean⊠UGH! âŠwill you marry me?!â
You froze.
The sunset painted everything in warm gold, the waves lapped gently, and Azul was kneeling in the sand, looking up at you with wide, desperate eyes and a face so red as tomato. You stayed quiet for a long moment, stunned, just staring at him. The beeping grew louder.
HEART RATE: EMERGENCY PROTOCOL.
Azul looked like he was about to pass out...
Then you broke into a bright, teary smile. âYesâŠâ you whispered, then louder âYes, Azul. Of course Iâll marry you.â
You dropped to your knees in the sand too and threw your arms around him. Azul let out a shaky, relieved breath and hugged you back so tightly you could barely breathe, burying his face in your shoulder.
âThank the sevenâŠâ he mumbled, voice muffled against your neck. âI had three different speeches prepared⊠deam it...â
You laughed softly and kissed his temple. âIt was perfect.â
In the distance, hidden behind some rocks, Jade stood with a camera, calmly filming the entire thing with a little smile. Floyd was doubled over beside him, laughing so hard he was wheezing, slapping his knee.
âOMS! look at his face! Heâs gonna short circuit! Best entertainment ever~â
Jade didnât even glance away from the view. âBe quiet, Floyd. This is going into the wedding montage.â
Ace Trappola
It was the perfect sunny afternoon for a picnic. The park was bathed in warm golden light, birds chirping, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. Youâd packed all of Aceâs favorites, sandwiches with extra mayo, cherry pie, and those sour gummies he liked. The two of you were sprawled on a big blanket, like any other lazy date.
But something was off.
Ace kept fidgeting. Heâd laugh at your jokes a little too loud, then go quiet. His hand kept drifting to the right pocket of his hoodie like he was checking if something was still there. You noticed, of course, but you didnât push.
Finally, after heâd been staring at the same tree for 10 straight minutes, you set your drink down. âAce⊠is everything okay?â
That was the moment he decided to go for it. He sat up straighter, cleared his throat, and tried to look casual. The words that came out of his mouth, however, were not the ones he practiced in the mirror for months straight.
âI donât wanna be your boyfriend anymore.â
The world stopped.
You stared at him, eyes slowly widening in shock and hurt. Your heart dropped straight into your stomach. ââŠWhat?â
Ace blinked, realizing too late how that sounded. âWait! Let me explain! I think I was your boyfriend for long enough!â
âYouâre serious right now?â Your voice cracked. You felt tears already burning at the corners of your eyes. âAfter everythingâŠ? You were my boyfriend for âlong enoughâ?â
Aceâs face went pale. âNo! Wait! That came out wrong!â
But the damage was done. You felt your chest tighten painfully. You stood up on shaky legs, brushing grass off your clothes. âI canât believe youâŠâ you whispered, voice thick. Tears spilled as you turned and started walking away, arms wrapped around yourself.
Then in the distance, hidden behind some trees and bushes, five very panicked boys were losing their minds.
âACE YOU IDIOT!â Deuce whisper yelled.
âNO! DONT GO!â Ortho nearly dropping the camera he was holding.
âTurn around! Turn around!!â Epel shouted, waving his arms.
âHUMAN! BEHIND YOU!â Sebek boomed, forgetting all subtlety.
Jack just groaned and facepalmed. âThis is why we shouldnât have let him do it aloneâŠâ
You stopped, confused by the sudden shouting. When you turned around, Ace was sprinting toward you, nearly tripping over his own feet. He sprinted to a stop right in front of you and dropped to one knee so fast his knee made a dull thud against the grass.
âWAIT! Iâm sorry! I messed up so bad!â He was panting, face flushed red with embarrassment and nerves. One hand fumbled desperately in his hoodie pocket and pulled out a ring with a bright red gem that sparkled like a rose.
âI donât wanna be your boyfriend anymore because⊠because I wanna be your husband now!â he blurted, holding the ring up with a trembling hand. âIâve been carrying this thing around for weeks, practicing in the mirror like an idiot, and I completely screwed up the line! I had this whole smooth speech planned and instead I said the worst possible thing! I am so sorry!!â
You stood there stunned, tears still streaming down your face⊠but now they were shifting from heartbroken to happy. Ace looked up at you with those big eyes, voice softer now.
âI love you. Like, stupid amounts. I wanna wake up next to you every day and build a life thatâs loud and fun and ours. So⊠will you marry me? Please donât walk away. Iâll literally die if you do.â
Behind the trees, the boys were a mess of emotions. Deuce was tearing up. Ortho was zooming in with the camera. Epel was whispering âGet it together, Ace!â while Jack tried to keep Sebek from crashing over to beat Ace for almost traumatizing you.
You let out a wet, teary laugh and dropped to your knees in front of him, throwing your arms around his neck. âYesâŠâ you whispered, then louder through happy sobs âYes, you absolute idiot. Iâll marry you.â
Ace let out a whoop of relief and hugged you so tightly you almost couldnât breathe. He slipped the ring onto your finger with shaky hands, then kissed you hard, desperate, relieved, and full of love. You could taste salt from both your tears.
When you finally pulled back, Ace rested his forehead against yours, grinning that signature cocky but soft smile.
what would happen if a yan fell for a darling who was already with another yan?
It really depends on the location. For example: In the Queendom of RosesÙ« it would become a civil matter if the issue grew too out of hand to deal with privately. On the flipsideÙ« in places like Sunset SavannaÙ« the opposing yans are typically expected to fight against one another to prove they're more worthy to care for the darling; said brawls are usually insanely brutal and often don't end until only oneÙ« or sometime noneÙ« remains. The thing is they're so common that they're equivalent to people gathering around to watch a fight in a highschool hallway.
You broke up with your boyfriend, and now that you're single, Azul finally has a chance
listening to: Desmitificar - Marina Sena
This song was actually hard to translate and keep the original meaning; a little bit of Por Supuesto by the same singer; gn!reader; Azul is very intense; no cheating involved in this
"If it's about transcending, stripping away the mystery, getting intoxicated, intensifying it all, I can do it"
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I've been wanting you, I've been craving you
âI broke up with him,â you mentioned once you met him at his VIP room, your shoulders slumped with exhaustion. Azul wondered if it was because your previous significant other made things difficult for you after the break up, or if the reason itself of the break up was weightening on you.
Still, Azul couldn't contain his excitement when the news reached him. You, the person he was hopelessly yearning after, finally broke up with the dull boy who was an obstacle on Azul's path, preventing him from attaining your love.Â
He would forever dread that he was too late to perceive you sooner, otherwise, you would never choose him over Azul. How those past months have been appalling, longing for someone whose heart already had a name embedded on, but now this would matter not.Â
Because now, Azul would do anything to truly entice you to his arms. Every bit of effort will be worth it.
Everybody sees that I'm feeling mischievousÂ
During the time you were with that other boy, Azul made sure to make his presence known by you. Maybe it was obvious for everyone else but you, how he would insert himself in your conversations, clearly trying to shun down the other.Â
He wanted to make sure you knew he was clearly the best option. That the other's magic would never compare to his, that he would never be as charismatic, as compelling. If he was subtly sabotaging your relationship, then it would never be fruitful as far as he was concerned.
Azul knew that, if it was him in that boy's place, he would never give anyone the chance to get in between him and you.
Too bad your previous boyfriend was too stupid to prevent his meddling.Â
Come see me, come with appetite
Now that you're single, you can spend longer durations of time with him, Azul wouldn't have to worry about you cutting your meetings - dates, in Azul's head - short because your boyfriend sent you a message, or you had a guilty conscience because you could be bonding with the other.
None of it is of significance, Azul hopes that once your visage is clear, you will desire him as much as he hungers for you.
As long as you're with him, leisuring in his lounge, then Azul would prove to you he can be everything you need.Â
Everybody knows I want more than friendship
No longer would Jade and Floyd snickers whenever he was feeling down, âAww, you must be missing the prefect so much", Floyd would say, poking at his patience and threads of his sanity, âFufu, they must be with their boyfriend, a position our dear Azul can't seem to achieveâŠâ Jade would follow by, and Azul would have to clutch his pen tightly to not show his upsetness.Â
Azul would no longer have to deal with Ace and Deuce's glares behind his back, when he distracted you from your boyfriend. No longer would Grim give him a deadpan look, then extend his paws for a tuna can to buy his silence.Â
âPrefect, I can't imagine the pain you're feeling at this moment, here, I'll lend you my time and you may share your woes,â Azul said when you eventually opened up about the ending of your relationship. Although he would love to focus on your words and the melodious voice he came to love, a single change in your appearance stole his focus away. The lack of a ring on your finger, because he no longer matters.
Back there in the courtyard, we used to spend the whole day together. You with that boy, he was kinda pretty, but he looked way too innocent, not the type of people I like
The charming persona Azul acted as was sufficient to be welcomed by your ex boyfriend, maybe he even thought they're friends. Of course, Azul's intentions in getting closer to him were far from prettier. Â
After all, his partner was the most precious treasure Azul ever laid his eyes upon.Â
Though admittedly, Azul lost himself in your eyes and the euphoria encompassing his body. He quite missed why you broke up, perhaps the future that boy wanted was not for your taste, perhaps you didn't like his family or friend group, perhaps you got tired of his bland personality.
Truly, the reason why you accepted to date that boy is beyond Azul's understanding. He is bland, never seemed to want to break the routine and do something exciting with you, never seemed to express his own opinions. If it was Azul in his place, he would never allow you to be bothered a single day of your life.
Yet, he was able to woo you before Azul, how absurd.
Now that you're single, I'll show you all the flavor, all this temptation. You'll travel around the world with my magic. I'll refine your taste, you'll only want mine
You sigh quietly, and Azul covers your hand with his as if comforting you. Reassuring you is his main objective, as a partner is required to provide emotional support to their intended, but Azul couldn't help but take off his gloves to feel your skin directly under his.
He wants to push all your troublesome thoughts away, show you things you've never seen before and make you feel mystified. Make you feel part of his world, he can do it. There are not many things Azul is confident about, often hiding his insecurities behind his heavy work, but he is certain about his magical prowess and his work etiquette. If anything of him is lacking, then he will cover it with his strengths.
Azul's current goal is to make you associate magic and myths with him.
âAh, I really need to take my mind out of this,â you mentioned, looking at Azul as if he could make your despondency disappear from reality. Azul, always the friend who can achieve anything in a blink of an eye, quickly took this hook.
He smiled contentedly, placing his fingers on the space between yours over the table, âWhat do you wish for? If it's about transcending, stripping away the mystery, getting intoxicated, intensifying it all, I can do it.â Azul would take any opportunity for you to understand you can have anything with him.
âPerhaps a walk around the island would be good.âÂ
Great, even.
âWant to step into the sea? I'll guide youâ
Azul's happiest dream is to fall into the sea with you. The land may be like your world, reminiscing of your past and the life you left behind. Azul's scariest nightmare is if you truly wish to go back there, he has so many plans with you.
If revealing the unknown is a step to make you feel at home in this world, he would gladly present to you the wonders of under the sea and his homeland. Letting go of illusions have always been his forte, as well as making anything feel as if enchanted.Â
I'll bring a carnival to your life that's been so bland
I spent all my coins of longing just to earn a kiss from you, did you know that? Azul wished to say, but you being single was only one step closer to a relationship with you, he still has to secure your heart.
And though his only craves for you and the what-if's of your future, Azul knows he can't be hasty, lest he scares you from his arms. Peeling back the layers of your love and making it his are still in undergoing work.
To turn your life around from one who was so dull, Azul plans to take you to any place your heart desires or you don't know yet. Even if he becomes disheveled or gets carried away, all that matters is your smile. If in the end of it all, he earns the honor to wake up everyday to you, and you lovingly fix his morning hair, then all his effort is worth it.
Azul never thought that he would be this infatuated, and once he learned about this feeling, he couldn't imagine ever letting it go.
âI've already taken refuge in your smile, you just don't know it yet.â
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Azul has a harsh judgement about the ex boyfriend out of jealousy and can be an unreliable narrator about the relationship, since none of the prefects own thoughts about the past were expressed, it's up to interpretation
Random villain: *successfully disarmed both Nightwing and Robin (Tim Drake) leaving both their weapons on the ground*
Robin and Nightwing: *quickly pick back up the weapons closest to each of them, but Tim ends up with Nightwings escrima sticks and Dick is left holding Robins bo staff*
Villain: Ha! You may be good, good enough to rearm yourself in a matter of seconds even, but you idiots rely to heavily on one weapon. Your at a disadvantage without them, and now I have the upper hand!
Nightwing: *wordlessly snaps the bo staff into two sticks with the click of a button*
Villain: Uh...
Robin: *grinning, twists the escrima sticks together to form a bo staff*
Jason: Oh by the way, your sister can't come over.
Danny: What? Why not?
Tim: Yeah Jason, what's the big deal? Trying to keep more secrets?
Jason: She's a redhead.
Tim, turning to Danny: She's not allowed over.
Danny: What???
Damian, just joining the conversation: What is all this incessant racket about?
Danny: They won't let me bring Jazz along!
Jason and Tim at the Same Time: She's a redhead.
Damian: Ah that explains it.
Danny: WHAT?!?!? WHY?? HOW???
Tim, patting Danny on the shoulder: You don't wanna know.
Dick, over the phone: Alfred quick! How do you make cinnamon rolls and can it be done in 28.5 minutes?
Alfred, on speaker: Hello, Master Dick, oh yes I'm fine, how are you today?
Dick: Alfred please! I don't have time for your sarcasm!
Alfred: I can message you a recipe, though for Mister Danny's health I fear what you need it for. And no, 28.5 minutes is not enough time to make proper cinnamon rolls.
Jason: Why do you need cinnamon rolls in 28.5 minutes?
Dick: Ugh, Danny made cinnamon on Monday, he just texted me asking if there was any left because he had a bad day and could really use a cinnamon roll, but I litterally had just finished eating the last roll when he texted me!
Bruce: Go to the store and buy him one if you're that worried.
Alfred, Dick, and Jason: *gasps*
Alfred: If you believe a store bought cinnamon roll equates to a homemade one, then I raised you wrong.
Dick: Not to mention that Danny will kill me if I brought store bought junk food into this appartment!
Jason: Are you trying to get Dick killed?
Bruce: Its just a cinnamon roll.
Alfred, Dick, and Jason: *louder gasps*
Alfred: Where did I go wrong?
Dick: Just a cinnamon roll? Have you tasted Danny's cinnamon rolls? Of course not or else you wouldn't say that.
Bruce: Actually I've never even met Danny, you just talk about him. A lot.
Alfred: Master Dick, I'm afraid I need to go, I need to have a word with Master Bruce.
Bruce: Oh no.
Jason: Don't worry, I'll film it for you.
*hang up sound*
Dick: Serves him right! . . . Wait what about my cinnamon roll dilemma?!
WARNING: Spoilers for Book 4 / Scarabia. Mutual pining, forbidden feelings, arranged marriage, lots of yearning and emotional sufferingâĄ
WORD COUNT: ~4300
NOTES: English isn't my first language, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! I don't even know how many times I've edited this story, rewritten scenes, or gotten distracted halfway through and completely lost my rhythm. At this point, I'm just posting it before I end up changing everything again. I even asked ChatGPT to check it for errors, and it immediately started criticizing the length and amount of emotional descriptions, insisting that I cut about 30% of it. TwT Am I not a professional? This is my writing style. I genuinely don't know how to write any other way. Stupid ChatGPT. Our Facebook relationship status is currently "It's complicated." I wasn't planning to translate this one, but I promised someone I'd translate all of them, so here we are.
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 Although the Asim family was not of royal blood, the wealth and prestige they had accumulated over the years could often rival those of the most illustrious dynasties from around the world. One might think that success had gone to their heads, but they treated everyone with humility and kindness, often disregarding social status. Their family relationshipsâwith the exception of a few incidents involving extended familyâwere also warm, and despite their long work hours, they always found time for their loved ones.
 It would seem that this family was practically perfect and impossible to hate, but as always, there were envious hearts who, driven by jealousy, often tried to take advantage of the Asims or even went so far as to attempt to poison the eldest son. That is why they were very careful in choosing their social circle and servants, in order to at least slightly reduce the risk of betrayal.
 Jamil Viper was born and spent nearly his entire life within the walls of the Asims' estate, as his parents worked there as trusted servants; thus, he too took on that role, serving asâhow Kalim believedâa friend to the eldest son. After all, the child of such loyal people was far more trustworthy than an outsider for a role as important as watching over the eldest. They were seen as close, yet the resentment from the constant comparisons and the demand to keep his distance so as not to overshadow the white-haired boy were too overwhelming for him to truly harbor positive feelings toward him or see him as a friend.
 Yet Jamil humbly fulfilled his role, never stepping out of line or revealing his true abilities. This did not change even after they both enrolled at Night Raven College, where young mages like him could rise to unimaginable heights if only they chose to harness their full potential. It didn't seem likely that anything could make Jamil desire something so much that he would be willing to defy the ideals instilled in him since childhood. Despite everything, his apparent composure was bound to falter one day.
 Kalim's parents were painfully aware of their son's kindness and of how his trust in people could lead to his downfall in the future. Therefore, wanting to prevent anyone from seducing the white-haired boy, they decided to arrange a marriage with the daughter of a close friend. Such arrangements were nothing out of the ordinary in the upper classes, which is why, at first, the news didn't make much of an impression on anyone.
 "Did you hear, Jamil?! I can't wait to meet her. I have to show her my flying carpet. Haha! We will have so much fun!" Kalim exclaimed excitedly as soon as he heard the news from his father.
 "I heard, I heard. Eh, you really should tone it down. You haven't even met her yet," Jamil sighed, watching with his arms crossed as Kalim ran around the room, clearly unable to focus on one thing at a time. "What if you two don't get along?"
 "Oh right... But it's worth a try! If we're going to get married, we should at least get along, right?!?"
 "You trully are hopeless," the brown-haired man sighed under his breath with a smile, as Kalim was too busy to keep listening to him.
 The days passed, and finally the day arrived when the betrothed were to be officially introduced, so it was easy to guess that from early morning Kalim had been running around the house, joyfully excited at the prospect of forming a new friendship. Jamil, on the other hand, merely watched everything from the sidelines with boredom, following his master to carry out his duties. Unlike the young master and most of the estate's residents, the boy felt no excitement at the thought of the guests; in fact, he couldn't wait for it all to be over.
 Surprisingly, however, the brown-haired boy's attitude did a complete 180 when, instead of a arrogant young lady or a female version of Kalim, a girl entered the estate with a smile as gentle and bright as the sun, though not as wide and intrusive as the white-haired young master's. Whether it was her kind words or her entire demeanor, his heart involuntarily began to beat faster, and with every moment he watched her interact with Kalim, the strange feeling only seemed to deepen.
 At first, Jamil blamed the tightness in his chest on the girl's beauty, telling himself that surely more than one man had felt that way the moment they saw someone so pretty. After the visit, it seemed he had returned to normal, but that strange fluttering in his chest returned when the date of their next meeting arrived.
 The girl merely shook her head with a smile, meekly trying the delicacies mentioned by the white-haired man and sharing her opinions.
 "Could I have a tissue, please?" she asked politely when they finished eating.
 "Ah, of course! Um... ah, where are they?!" Kalim quickly panicked, trying to remember where he'd put the tissues, but both his memory and his eyesight failed him.
 "Here you go, Miss," Jamil bowed gently, handing her a tissue.
 "Oh! Thank you so much, mr. Jamil!" the girl smiled radiantly, gracefully accepting the tissue.
 "Just Jamil is fine."
 "In that case, thank you very much, Jamil."
 "Aaah! It's so good to have you here! I don't know what I'd do without you!" Kalim sighed happily, looking as if he might throw his arms around the brown-haired man at any moment.
 That afternoonâs seemingly innocent conversation, however, kept Jamil awake; his mind replayed it over and over again as he lay in bed trying to fall asleep. He was accustomed to the Asimsâ unmatched open-mindedness, but apart from them, he had never met any gentlemen or ladies from grand houses who treated their servants with such kindness.
 âThank you, huh?â he sighed, covering his eyes with his arm.
 Usually, guests in the house paid no attention to the servants, let alone thanked them for something that, by all accounts, was âa matter of course.â Despite everything, Jamil once again didnât even consider the possibility of beginning to tolerate someone from the so-called upper classes, allowing himself to persist in the belief that he was merely overinterpreting the behavior of the future Asim.
 Weeks went by, and the girl visited the Asim estate more and more often, never losing her dignity. When she came to stay with them for a longer period once again, Kalim happily suggested a walk outside the estate to show her the beauty of the gardens in early spring. Just as they were getting dressed to go out, the white-haired man, as was his habit in his absent-mindedness, forgot to grab a few things, so he quickly ran to his chamber, leaving the other two alone.
 âLet me help you,â Jamil said professionally as the girl began to put on her coat.
 âAh, thereâs no need,â she smiled, waving her hand.
 âI insist. You shouldnât do this alone. Itâs inappropriate for a lady.â
 âInappropriate⊠or is it because someone has to do it for me?â
 âIâm afraid I donât understand, miss. Nevertheless, this is not something you should concern yourself with. You should leave trivial matters to those responsible for them.â
 âWhy do you underestimate yourself so much?â
 A momentary hesitation born of sheer shock caused Jamil to stop mid-movement, as if he hadnât expected such a question. He had always thought of himself as a master at hiding his true self, having spent years suppressing his talents so as not to overshadow the heir, and yet she seemed to see right through him as if it were nothing.
 However, before he could reply, Kalim ran joyfully into the hallway with his younger siblings, who, according to the white-haired boyâs explanation, wanted to join the walk.
 Yet this conversation stuck in Jamilâs mind, and he began anxiously searching for a hidden agenda or underlying motives the girl might be concealing. Nevertheless, the more he tried to find a hidden motive or potential benefits she might gain, the more impossible it seemed to him. And the purity of her feelings was confirmed, in his opinion, by one incident that took place right after one of her frequent visits.
 âOh, Jamil! There you are!â the girl smiled happily, having apparently looked for him immediately upon her arrival. âI have something for you~! I baked a cake! Well⊠with some help, but I did my part! I know that at my house, most of the treats have dates in them. But donât worry. I remember you once mentioned that you donât like them, so we used raisins instead!â
 She giggled, proud of having made something as simple as a dessert, but the brown-haired boyâs heart instantly began to beat faster, and a delicate, barely noticeable blush crept onto his cheeks.
 âOh? Are you okay?â
 âYes. Thank you,â he mumbled, quickly regaining his composure and gracefully accepting the small package.
 Still, he couldnât help but feel a warmth building in his heart when he realized something she probably hadnât even considered when giving him that gift. She had been listening to him. She had remembered what he liked and taken his preferences into account. True, the cake was likely meant for the hosts of the meeting, yet she had saved a piece especially for him.
 The nagging thoughts that haunted his mind every time she appeared on the horizon made Jamil, for the first time in a long while, start to avoid her gaze. He could no longer look her in the eyes with the same indifference as before. Every smile, every âthank youâ she uttered, every moment she turned her attention specifically to him. It all muddled his mind, making his always so perfectly composed mask difficult to maintain.
 He shifted slightly, turning his head toward the girl standing a few steps away, an innocent look of concern in her beautiful eyes. Most of the servants were busy cleaning up after dinner, and Kalim and his siblings had disappeared into one of the side rooms, leaving the two of them alone for the first time in a long while.
 âKalim said you didnât seem to be feeling well,â she began gently. âYou do look tired. You work so hard. You should give yourself a moment to rest.â
 âMaster Kalim has a tendency to dramatize things. I think youâve already noticed that,â Jamil sighed, trying to remain professional.
 âAnd you have a tendency to be negligent.â
 âNegligence. . . ? I beg your pardon, miss, but I donât quite understand. I donât think Iâve been neglecting my duties.â
 âThatâs exactly what Iâm talking about.â
 â...Excuse me?â
 âYouâre so constantly absorbed in your work that you neglect your health.â
 âMiss, you shouldnât worry about someone like me. I appreciate it, but there are priorities.â
 His words were stiff, almost rehearsed, and yet they came out of his mouth as smoothly as if heâd repeated them thousands of times like a mantra. The brown-haired man hoped that cutting the conversation short would be enough, but to his irritation, the girl neither dropped the subject nor nodded in agreement, as others did, but instead grabbed his wrist, not letting him leave once he had turned his back on her, ready to leave her alone.
 âThatâs exactly what Iâm talking about, Jamil,â she said more quietly, but no less firmly. âYou keep referring to yourself as âsomeone like me,â as if you truly believed you were worth less than others. But thatâs not true⊠You know that⊠You have to know that.
 The moment of silence that followed her confession made him involuntarily stop struggling against the womanâs gentle embrace. He stood motionless, without making a sound, but it seemed as though that silence spoke louder than any words, no matter how loud they might be. It was then that something inside him broke irreparably for the first time.
 Yet it was precisely these moments that bothered him the most, for he found himself unconsciously and increasingly often by her side, almost as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
 At some point, when she arrived, she would almost instinctively look for him among the servants instead of eagerly searching for her future husband, while he increasingly realized that he was unconsciously waiting for the sound of her footsteps in the hallway or her quiet laughter at Kalimâs foolishness.
 Sometimes they would sit together in the conservatory while Kalim was busy talking with his family or coming up with yet another absurd idea that he had to put into action immediately. Other times they would stroll through the gardens, talking about things so ordinary that Jamil himself could not later recall the subject of those conversations.
 That was the worst part of the bond growing between them. Everything was lighthearted, almost without any strings attached. Over time, the brown-haired man no longer had to constantly watch every word he said to avoid saying something inappropriate. He didnât have to pretend to be less intelligent or make sure he didnât accidentally shine brighter than he should. She never treated him as someone who should treat her in any special way, nor did she try to force her way into his life, though in her mind she had succeeded in doing so more than Kalim had over all those years.
 All of this meant that more and more often they sat side by side in the glow of the desert moon, admiring the beauty of the peaceful night so longed for after turbulent days full of emotion.
 âDid Kalim tell the kitchen to prepare food for fifty people again, even though there will only be ten guests?â she asked one evening with amusement.
 âYes. Just so no one runs out. As if we couldnât just make more as we go,â Jamil sighed with a smile that was somewhere between resignation and amusement. But one thing was certain. That smile was genuine.
 âHeâs such a sweet guy. Scatterbrained, but sweet,â she sighed with a hint of sadness, leaning instinctively against Jamilâs shoulder. âA bit like a younger brother trying to be the older one.â
 âI know, I know... I like him, I really do. But itâs not that kind of love. I canât even... imagine doing anything with him that normal couples do.â
âYou shouldnât say that.â
 âI know⊠But you wonât tell anyone, will you? I can trust you. Thatâs exactly why I like you so much.â
 The girl sighed wistfully, gently closing her eyes and letting the pleasant coolness of the night fill her with a refreshing sensation. The moment of relaxation, however, was short-lived.
 After that incident, Jamil tried his hardest to avoid her, intending to distance himself from her. While the prospect of suffering alone was not entirely foreign to him and he was able to come to terms with it, the thought that the heart of someone so dear to him would break was unbearable. He quietly tried his hardest to distance himself, but his sudden change in behavior did not go unnoticed by the young woman, whose heart also beat faster at the sight of him.
 Despite everything, at first she tried not to pay attention to the brown-haired manâs attempts to distance himself, living as usual and regularly visiting the Asim estate. Unconsciously, she automatically began to look for him more often than usual, almost longing for his presence.
 âDid I do something wrong?â she asked quietly as she followed Jamil into the kitchen on the sly to find a moment of privacy.
 âI donât know what youâre talking about, missâŠâ he sighed after a moment of silence, not even looking at her, staring intently at the sink.
 âYouâre avoiding me.â
 âYou must have imagined something, miss. Iâm quite busy with work. Thatâs all.â
 âYouâre lying⊠You always get so tense when you lie. And even though weâre alone, youâre calling me âmissâ again. Itâs because of what I said, isnât it?â
 A moment of silence fell between them, but not a pleasant oneâit was tense and heavy. The young woman was about to turn and leave, conceding defeat, but the brown-haired manâs quiet words froze her in place.
 âOurs...? You... you feel the same way about me too...?â
 â...it doesnât matter. Even if I did, our relationship wonât allow it.â
 âWhat if I broke off the engagement?â
 The sudden question made Jamil freeze in his tracks, taken aback by such a bold idea. However, he shook his head, clicked his tongue, and glared at her.
 âIt wonât do any good. Youâre a lady from a grander house. Iâm a servant. This conversation is over. And now, excuse me, but you should get some rest.â
 Jamil turned on his heel, leaving the room with an air of superiority. Yet despite his harsh words, his heart ached no less than hers, but he knew this was for the best. If he stayed now and wiped away the tears silently streaming down her cheeks, he wouldnât be able to reject her again, and this was their only way out.
 A lot happened while studying at such a prestigious school. From highs and lows to successes and tragedies. It was there that Jamil could no longer bear the pressure that had been weighing on him for so many years, nor all the sacrifices he had had to make, which led him, when his plans to finally be free failed, to let magic take control of him.
 However, the Overblot failed as well, and the group of students managed to save Jamil from the tragic end that befalls many mages who have lost control. It was at that moment that the brown-haired man exploded, venting all the grievances heâd harbored toward Kalim over the yearsâwhich clearly surprised the white-haired man, whoâd never suspected his closest companion of such feelings.
 âLetâs stop playing master and servant and be equals!â Kalim said cheerfully after listening to the brown-haired boy. âLetâs be friends!â
 âNO WAY,â Jamil protested, causing Asim to blink in confusion.
 âHuh?â
 âEven if we hadnât known each other since childhood and had gone through other relationships, I would never have become friends with you!â
 âHaaa?!?!
 âAnd thereâs absolutely no way Iâm going to forget everything and pretend to be your friend! Iâd like to be number one, too. They always make me let you win. At games, in school, in love. In everything! Iâve never been able to have what I wanted, and thatâs not going to change overnight!â
 âHuh? Love?â
 Kalim blinked a few times, which made Jamil realize what he had said. He quickly looked away, embarrassed and sulky, leaving the white-haired man speechless and confused.
 âHA?!?!?!?!?!â Kalim shouted when he finally understood what was going on. âYou love her?!?!?!â
 âIt⊠doesnât matter,â Viper grumbled, avoiding his gaze.
 âWhy didnât you say so sooner?!? Sheâs lovely, of course, but she's more like sister! Sheâs always so nice to me and my siblings! She reminds me a little of you, hahaha!â
 âWha-?â
 âWe have to tell my dad!â
 âA-ABSOLUTELY NOT.â
 âIâm sure he wonât mind! After all, this marriage wasnât supposed to be for any other reason than my happiness and the union of our families, right?! Ahahaha! And youâre almost like family!â
 Kalim was already lost in his own world and wasnât listening to Jamilâs denials or his attempts to turn the situation around, which, incidentally, were kindling unwanted hope in his heart.
 That same day, the friendly family came to visit the Asim estate again. However, this time, when they went out to greet them, Kalim wasnât the first to run up joyfully and lead them to the feast; instead, he shoved Jamil, who barely managed to keep his balance.
 âYoung Master Kalim, what are youâ?!â But the brown-haired man didnât get to finish before the family heir cheerfully interrupted him.
 Jamil took his first uncertain steps with his heart beating dangerously in his chest, then slowly bowed uncertainly.
 âWelcome to the Asim estate, Sir, Madam, Miss,â said the brown-haired man uncertainly, without taking his eyes off the floor.
 The moment of silence seemed to stretch on forever as Viper stared at the ground, as if there were something extraordinary there. The tension was finally broken by the touch of soft hands cupping his cheeks and lifting his head up. Hesitantly, the boyâs eyes met her beautiful pupils, sparkling with joy, relief, and other unspoken emotions that were tearing at her just as much as they were at him.
 Both seemed to want to say something, but no words came out of their mouths, and the silence between them was once again louder than words. Suddenly, with an uncertain yet firm movement, Jamil wrapped his arms around her with all his strength, burying his face in her shoulder, as if afraid to wake up from such a beautiful dream.
 The girl slowly wrapped her arms around him as well, breathing in the familiar, soothing scent, savoring the moment. She raised her eyes gently to Kalim, standing nearby, whose smile betrayed his pride in his own idea, and then, making eye contact, whispered silently, âThank you.â
âĄ...Okay... maybe ChatGPT was right after allââĄ
Alchemist!Yuu: Oh? You come to my lair and ask me for help? What's your offer?
Kalim: Anything you want, I'll give it. I just want a potion.
Alchemist!Yuu: Alright, I'll make one for you. What is it for?
Harpy!Yuu: Kalim?! What happened to you?!
Boreades!Kalim: *flapping wings* I thought it nice you transformed into a human for me but you missed your wings so much. Its only fitting I do the same for you. Now we can fly together, at least for as long as the potion lasts.