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🩷 Say Something by @kingsofeverything {E, 105k}

At fifty years old and recently divorced, Omega Harry Styles isn't interested in dating. When his doctor suggests a heat and rut matching service, he signs up out of necessity. It’s the only use he has for an Alpha in his life.

Twenty-eight-year-old Alpha Louis Tomlinson aims to change that.

🩷 I Get To Love You by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 {E, 83k}

A one night stand leaves Harry with a permanent reminder of the night he spent with a stranger.

Louis has no idea who the handsome stranger he took to bed is... until his friends make a shocking discovery.

A baby is on the way, and Louis and Harry have nine months to get to know each other before they become a family...

🩷 I like the way you say my name (when you soak it in grace) by louisismycat / @liminalkittyfics {E, 73k}

“It’s like I’m fucking orbiting around you, you know? Like you’re some huge, beautiful planet, and I’m a piece of space junk lucky enough to be pulled in by you somehow, and now I can’t leave, even if I wanted to. And I really fucking don’t want to leave.”

OR Louis is transferred to a new city to temporarily cover for his counterpart while he is on maternity leave for the next six months.

His new co-workers talk endlessly about Harry, the omega who he’s covering for. And Louis finds himself jealous of whatever alpha as snatched him up.

Until he learns Harry is actually an unmated omega three months out from becoming a single parent.

🩷 Little by Little by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense {E, 65k}

Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking. He and Louis quickly become close, but their friendship gets complicated when Harry begins questioning who he is and what he likes.

Or Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.

🩷 Falling For Me Won't Be A Mistake by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 58k}

Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn't know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he's ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

🩷 Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren {E, 42k}

Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

🩷 I Think You're Already Home by @jaerie {E, 38k}

Seeing Louis Tomlinson today, it would be hard to guess that he was ever once a member of the world's most famous boyband. These days he doesn't even the leave his own house. The truth is he can't leave his own house. He can't even remember the last time just standing at an open door didn't send him into a debilitating panic attack. But, against his friend's advice, Louis is ready to add meaning to his life again. He's ready to start a family. So what if he doesn't have an omega? There are plenty of surrogacy services just waiting to help the rich and famous become parents. He just has to find the right one for the job.

🩷 Endgame by @brightgolden {E, 38k}

Harry has been told all his life how grateful he should be for being born as a male omega, and how blessed their people were because the heir to the throne would be carried by The King.

What they neglected to tell Harry was what would happen if he failed to become pregnant.

OR Where omega Crown Prince Harry Styles is trying and failing to get pregnant for four years, but all that is about to change when courtesan alpha Louis Tomlinson comes into the equation.

🩷 Baby, What a Big Surprise by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou {E, 33k}

As Harry settles into his seat, self-consciously adjusting his shirt over his slightly distended stomach, he can’t help but wonder how he got himself into all this. But he knows, of course he knows. It isn’t exactly easy to forget the moment that changed his entire life forever.

It all started with a party.

Or, the one where shy, quiet Harry has no idea he's a carrier, and a one night stand with the most popular boy in school shows him just how wrong he was.

Featuring Lottie as Harry's best friend, Niall as her boyfriend, and, of course, Louis as the popular boy with a soft spot for his little sister's quirky friend.

🩷 Oops, Baby, I Love You (In That Order) by @fallinglikethis {E, 25k}

Later that night, when he’s lying in bed thinking of all the things he’s longed for in his life, he can’t stop hearing Fizzy’s words in his head. Who says you have to get married?

It’s true, Louis wants to get married one day, to have a spouse to encourage his crazy promotional ideas for his book shop, to have someone to cuddle into at night, someone who will love him even on his moody days. But she’s absolutely right, isn’t she? Who says he has to have that before he can have a baby?

When he finally falls asleep, he sleeps restfully, having made a very important decision about his future.

Husband or no, Louis Tomlinson is going to have a baby.

Or The minute Louis Tomlinson decides he don’t need no man to start a family, Harry Styles literally falls into his arms.

🩷 deep in my heart i know there's only you by ballsdeepinjesus {E, 23k}

"Will you do it?” Harry whispers. Louis has to lean closer just to hear him. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, not knowing what Harry means. “Would you donate for me?”

Louis is dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, I thought you just asked if I’d donate my sperm. Can you repeat yourself?”

[harry and louis are best friends who engage in some platonic baby-making. very platonic.]

🩷 tread lightly on my ground by fairytalelights {E, 20k}

No, that's the tragic part of this, the part that makes Harry feel like the universe is playing a cruel joke on him. The father of his baby is exactly right, exactly who he always imagined himself having kids with. He just imagined them married, bonded. Happy. He didn't imagine them barely talking, tip-toeing around each other because neither of them is brave enough to talk about what happened between them. He didn't imagine the father of his child not loving him back.

or, the one where Harry is having Louis' baby, but Louis doesn't know it's his.

🩷 Souls; Plural, Parallel by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {T, 19k}

Soulmates are rare, the sort of rare that means everyone has a story about a friend's sister's coworker or a brother's roommate's cousin. But the fact of the matter is that most people never meet theirs. It's unfortunate then, that Louis finds out the hard way that he met his soulmate in a club, and the guy never texted him back.

🩷 Come In and Change My Life by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic {E, 12k}

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment. He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped. He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was. Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

🩷 One Minute Old by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel {E, 9k}

“And he left you,” Niall interjects, the venom clear in his voice. “That asshole left you high and dry and broke your heart.”

Of course, Niall remembers that. Louis may have told him everything—minus the sexy parts—and Naill, being the overprotective mother friend that he is, took offence to that. “He didn’t break my heart,” Louis refutes. He was hurt and confused by it but he wasn’t heartbroken. And apparently, he’s still hurt by it if the way it felt seeing Harry yesterday was any indication.

“You were pretty smitten with him and then you spent days moping around your apartment after he left. I think that’s called being heartbroken,” Niall points out.

“Okay, okay, I was upset. We get it,” Louis says, trying to move past it. This isn’t ‘poke fun at Louis’ emotions hour’. “Anyway, I called to tell you that he showed up at my door yesterday.”

“To beg for your forgiveness I hope.”

“No, he’s—” Louis stops, unsure how to phrase it. “He’s pregnant. And I’m the father.”

Or, a one-night stand of Louis' that he never thought he'd see again shows up at his door six months later.

🩷 Him & I by notasawrap {NR, 8k}

Louis inhales deeply and... "Maybe we should divorce." He lets go anxiously, without looking at Harry. He can't, Louis can't do this and pretend that it doesn't hurt, that his omega is not dying, but he knows it must be for the best. They have not been working for a while and Louis doesn't think the alpha wants that either. Besides, now there are more things at stake and Louis wants to let go before it's too late for both of them.

Maybe Harry even has some lover and although Louis loves Harry, Louis doesn't think Harry loves him back. Not anymore.

"Why would we do that?" Harry says and sounds really dismayed at the idea. Louis doesn't understand.

or Louis thinks Harry has a lover and he's willing to let's Harry go to be happy with someone else even if it hurts the three of them.

🩷 Game Changer by @neondiamond {E, 6k}

“Did the doctor say what was wrong with you?” “He thought I was pregnant,” Louis scoffs. “Told me to go home and take a test, a pregnancy test, Haz. Can you imagine the nerve it takes for him to even think that?” Harry looks lost in his thoughts for a few seconds. “Did you? Take a test, I mean?” “Of course I didn’t.”

OR: A couple months before playing in his first long-awaited World Cup, Louis finds out he’s pregnant. Harry’s there for the ride.

🩷 The World Will Open Its Arms by @lululawrence {NR, 4k}

Harry scrubbed at the countertop. It wasn’t even dirty, but it was three in the morning and the girl who was supposed to relieve him over an hour ago never showed. He was now on hour ten of his shift and his feet hurt and his back ached and he was trying not to cry, thanks to more fucking judgmental alpha truckers who could smell it on him.

Of course they could. He practically lived at the diner. The entire place reeked of it.

Unbonded pregnant omega.

🩷 seven, seven by @nouies {NR, 1k}

“Hello, baby girl,” Harry says as soon as the nurse places the bundle of joy into his arms. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

🩷 Holy Guacamole! by bluegreenish / @greenblueish {G, 666 words}

Louis needs to tell Harry something and wearing an avocado Halloween costume is the perfect way to do it.

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summercreolefanfictioner · 3 months ago

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the scent wafts in, her name making him beg on his knees chap 5 || touya x fem!reader [modern au]

chapter summary: Touya takes a trip down memory lane, reliving all his days as a host and how it changed his world for the worse.

themes: mentions of prostitution, sex, SA, abuse, violence, etc. (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

notes: this one really has heavy themes and I want you all to be aware of the warning cause yeah; oh btw this is fem! reader but all is written in 3rd POV so y/n will be referred to as "she/her"

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Touya knew about sex when he was a child, and no amount of porn and eavesdropping could make him discover this fact. It wasn't like he accidentally found a stash of porn magazines or DVDs in the house or he walked in on someone doing it. He knew about it when the adults were talking, specifically his grandparents (more like his mom's parents). They were talking about Rei having another child with Enji after Fuyumi, and that's when he heard the word he shouldn't have.

Sex.

He knew about that word when he was tasked to fill out his basic contact information, and what he knew about it was his gender. It took him a bit of searching on a random dictionary to understand what it really was, and he suddenly dropped the book as he covered his mouth in shock. The gasp he was about to let in suffocated him as he deduced things in his head and learned later on how the birth of Natsuo and Shouto changed a lot of things in his perspective.

Sex. Intercourse. Coitus. It was all a chore his parents did to bear an heir for the Endeavor Corp. But for his childish mind, they were trying to replace him, and it made him see red.

He wanted to say he was good enough to be like Enji, to be his successor. But no, Enji rejected the idea of him being the next CEO. For Enji, Touya was not good enough. He didn't need an heir who drives himself mad when he can't achieve perfection. He doesn't need an heir who shows weakness in his sleeve.

It ruined Touya that he couldn't look at relationships the same way as he entered puberty. Whenever he sees a few of his classmates dating or talking about "Hey, I stayed over at my girl's place when her parents were away" or "Well, I couldn't ignore her especially when she's being like that to me," it made him think: Relationships are a facade. Romance is a lie. Virginity is a concept they play to make themselves feel they attained innocence. Pleasure is just the side effect of it, but it's nothing.

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He was 22 when he agreed with the manager's suggestion to have side work as a host for a club at the Red District every Monday and Friday. Honestly, he half-expected a few customers to ask for a kiss on the first try or even a hug or basically any form of physical intimacy. Surprisingly, most of them only wanted male attention, someone to talk to when they get off work or when things get stressed out, or just a harmless, casual date because they couldn't find a man that would give them the treatment they wanted.

Another thing Touya learned: he didn't have to act like he was so nice like a Prince Charming like some of the hosts do. He was just naturally there, talking when he was supposed to talk and serving them drinks like the gentleman they thought him to be. So there were no hookups or casual sex or any bookings of hotel rooms afterward.

That was until he met his regular customers that things took a downturn for him.

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1. The one who's visibly disgusted by the man she would be marrying

Touya met her every Friday, and he already knew from the get-go that she was the typical rich daughter who went by her parents' bidding; someone who never touched bad things. Well, except that night. She decided to go to the Red District for the first time and heard about this secret host you can book. He had heard her family name somewhere, probably when he was still in high school since Enji and Rei would have the four of them attend important events. It only occurred to him then how popular she was with the way the other hosts were staring and whispering to themselves.

It was when the other hosts talked to him in the locker room and told him that she was hiding a lot from the media because apparently, she was marrying this famous celebrity producer who went after gravure models; that it was an arranged marriage and she obviously abhorred the fact that she was getting wed off to an old geezer.

When she talked to him about meeting up with her on a Saturday night at a booked hotel room, Touya already knew what she was up to. There was extra money involved, plus her promise that she wouldn't be booking his services after. The arrangement worked well with him, setting aside his personal feelings over the matter, as he had sex with her, making it seem like he knew the ropes when he clearly did not. Everything was all thanks to porn and all those gravure magazines he saw from his classmates in high school.

When she cried afterwards, something about being relieved that she didn't spend her first time with a perverted old man, that was when Touya's heart constricted with heaviness. He didn't understand what he felt back then, but after leaving the hotel, he spent away the last of his expenses drinking and smoking before returning to work like nothing.

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2. The one whose loneliness cannot be fulfilled by her own husband

He dreaded this one regular, and he wished he told the manager that he didn't want to entertain this woman. The first time she booked Touya, he thought she was just a regular customer who wanted nothing from him until she started placing her hand on his thigh one night, and a few nights after, she asked if they could meet outside. Touya was stressed over her and her silly antics, even though she was just asking him to eat lunch at her recommended fancy restaurants and stroll around town.

Well, it wasn't like she was overly clingy or demanding; it was the fact that Touya had no idea what she had under all that nice adult woman facade. It was only when they met up at a coffee shop that she told him about her circumstances. She said, "My husband and I cannot divorce, and he knew about this arrangement and didn't mind as long as no one knew. I also don't mind since he has been sleeping with other women for as long as I can remember." This irked Touya and reminded him of his parents' arranged marriage. He knew they didn't cheat on each other, but it made him think about how the media and paparazzi painted the Todoroki family as a loving family with toothy grins and blooming flowers.

What made this situation worse for Touya was how the woman decided he meet her every weekend at her shared house with her husband. Touya had already met the man, and he knew from one look that all he cared about was knowing who his wife was sleeping with and reminding him that the two of them were only to have a sexual relationship and nothing else (not like he was looking forward to moving things further with a client anyway).

They would always have sex in the guest room assigned for them, but sometimes the wife would take a risk and have them go all the way to the master's bedroom. She would reason out that it wasn't like her husband was so faithful not to bring women there inside since she caught them before in the said room. Touya learned she was insatiable as hell and would try a lot of her fantasies on him because her husband deprived her of trying out exciting things.

Their last sex was of Touya wrapping her legs around his hips as her back hit the bathroom wall and the hot shower poured down on them. After the high, Touya told her he wouldn't be entertaining her anymore since the risk of their arrangement was catching up on him.

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3. The one who wanted the boyfriend experience

This one was simple, and Touya kind of liked her because he was able to forget his shitty childhood and family issues. She basically became a friend in many ways, and her reason for hiring Touya was because she wanted the boyfriend experience, kind of like having a secret lover especially now that she had gone adulthood and wanted companionship. Touya wouldn't say it was fun being with her. It was just okay. She would ask him to hold hands or ruffle her hair or tell her the corniest shit that he had ever said (he was still embarrassed remembering it, but he managed to set aside his shame over her.)

It became apparent that something was amiss when she visited on a Friday night, displaying unease and nervousness, punctuating the air with sighs as he handed her the drink. He was about to speak when she blurted out, "There's a guy at work, and he said he saw me with you, and he confessed. He asked me if I wanted to date." Her face was beet red as she made a mess of her hair, probably remembering the said confession in her head. "Dabi-kun, what should I do?! Do you think I'm a good dating material?"

Touya wasn't in love with her, but the way things were happening, there was that familiar feeling again when he had sex for the first time with his first regular. That dark pit in his stomach prompted him to do something bad and run away instead of facing them properly. It was easier to drown everything

He placed the glass on the table and said, "Give it a try. You never know what might happen."

He never saw her after that, and he didn't take customers for a while. He spent his weekends drinking and smoking until he fell asleep.

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4. The one who struggles with a husband's cuckolding kink

Touya was weirded out by this customer because usually, it was only the woman who stayed in the room waiting for him as he served them one of his best alcohol concoctions. It was on a Monday night when he had a married couple as his client. Great. Before, it was often the wife who came in here. Now, they bring their husbands into the mix, he thought bitterly as he sat on the couch. At first, it was awkward with the way the wife was trying to lighten up the mood by telling fun stories as her husband drank and watched them from the corner. Honestly, Touya could not care. At least he was getting his usual drink. If this evening turned out shitty, then so be it.

Suddenly, the husband stood up and knelt traditionally (seiza-style), bowing before Touya as he begged, "Please have sex with my wife!"

The wife went to his side as Touya stopped midway from his drink, his mood worsening as he was yet again reminded of this one regular. However, this time he thinks it is different as the wife assures him there is no need for him to kneel and beg because she can do fine without sex, which the husband is opposed to. And the two went on to discuss his cuckolding kink, how he would only get turned on and have sex with her once he was done having sex with someone else.

Touya narrowed his eyes in disgust, leaning on the couch as his cold voice cut through the conversation.

"Aren't you two being rude?"

The couple were ashamed, bowing at him for their lack of respect and quickly explaining about the matter at hand. According to the couple, they've been having problems in the sex department because of the husband's cuckolding kink, something about getting turned on by the fantasy of his wife having sex with someone. Touya obviously groaned in disgust and was about to protest, dismissing their request and not wanting to partake in their weird shenanigan, something about the charade setting him off even further than before. The husband wanted him to have sex with his wife just so he could take her afterward. How revolting. Why did the manager let them in this place?

"This will only happen once, please!" The husband added. "We will make a formal contract." Then he gave him his business card. "You can call me if you change your mind."

Of course, Touya doesn't call him. He doesn't care. He will do the usual. Yeah, he tells himself this as he realizes he needs more stash of money so he can live for the next month (not like he was running out; he was just being careful.) So he finally succumbs to temptation and calls the man up, meeting them in a fancy restaurant as Touya read through the contents of the contract.

The contract was fair and just for all parties, though. For one, the husband will not watch or record Touya and his wife having sex or any act similar to the matter. It also indicated that this would only be a one-time thing between the three of them and Touya will be paid a hefty amount on the same day the act will commence. Touya also added a few things in the agreement, which included no BDSM or anything similar and that he would not be doing any acts that would "impregnate" the wife (since a few of his customers before liked the idea of breeding, and he didn't love it.)

When all was said and done, Touya got into the business and did everything like how he did before, masking all his emotions and pretending there was so much pleasure and thrill in embracing another man's wife when there wasn't. It was vile even, knowing that the husband was willing for his wife to be disrespected just so he could give her the love she deserved. The worst part? She liked touching him, hugging him close as he thrust even further, or kissing his lips like she owned him. Touya wanted to push her away and tell her, this was just sex and she was crossing some sort of boundary. Then again, she was a customer. It's not like he hadn't been paid to give a kiss before.

Afterwards, he took a shower and left without a word, carrying the check with a large sum as he headed to the bank that day. Touya slept that night convincing himself everything was a nightmare; a horrible shit he went through because he needed to survive.

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5. The one who likes sharing everything with her bestfriend

Touya had been hearing stories from other hosts about some customers booking them together and having awesome threesomes, that there was no greater feeling in the world than having more than one woman with you in bed. He wished he had the same sentiment because honestly, he doesn't find what's so fun about threesomes. It was tiring and disgusting beyond means, and he still couldn't fathom the fact of sharing a lover with another in bed. Gross. Gross. GROSS.

But he had to experience it because of two women; one, a sultry vixen who believes the world is in the palm of her hands, the other an alluring shadow of her own existence competing to be in the spotlight. The first one meets Touya every Monday and the other on Fridays, and he could see a recurring pattern in the way they both lead conversations. The vixen liked herself so much, and it was apparent. So apparent Touya could even bring a tall mirror and face it on her so she would brag about how this one guy tried to seduce him at the bar a few nights ago or when her co-worker's boyfriend tried to date her in secret. She would even mention being scouted as a model but rejected all offers as she wanted to be an IT developer.

On the other hand, her bestfriend was shy but nonetheless had this air of confidence. Touya could even remember how one of the staff members asked him about her because the guy genuinely was attracted to the way she was so elegant and dainty. Her posture screamed princess vibes as she held her glass of champagne and talked to Touya about her modeling job. Touya could even tolerate this one better than the other as she wasn't being a bitch when they have an actual conversation (because he swore he dreaded every Monday seeing her).

Until one time, the two of them asked him to have sex with each of them on different days as a part of his off-duty job. Touya was already guessing, "They're gonna invite me to a threesome soon" because the way they had sex with him was always "Did she do this to you?" or "Am I more fun than her?" like they were openly comparing themselves to each other to him. And he knew they talked about it. There was no doubt.

And they did. They invited him because they shared things with each other. Because they liked the same guys. They hated the same guys. They loved the same things. They also hated the same things. They're twins from different mothers, and Touya only wished that this whole shit would go down the drain and this would be the last he would have them, thrusting up and down as the two women ground their pussies on his shaft. Their throaty moans were getting mixed in, and he bit his lip to hide his moan because there was no way he liked this. He hated this. Hated everything with every fiber of his being.

After the whole stint, Touya finally handed in his resignation letter and left. He was tired of pleasing people; weary from all this nasty chore he had been doing for the sake of living in hell.

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Touya later learns that love and sex can coexist. When he encountered his (only) ex-girlfriend while working as a bartender at Shigaraki's bar, he found himself perplexed about how to navigate this new dynamic. They initially started as smoking buddies in the back of the building, exchanging crude jokes until they eventually exchanged phone numbers. He genuinely enjoyed spending time with her, but eventually, their connection faded into nothing.

Fun. It was what they only had next to nothing.

Her name was Ruka, and she had her long dark hair dyed blonde as she dressed in the same black outfits as him but feminine. She was all guts and foul curses, her red lips smirking teasingly. He knew from the moment they put a label on what they were that she would expect a lot from him as her boyfriend. Dates. Movies. Late-night talks. Smoking and drinking together. Hugging. Holding hands. Having sex. Touya tried his best to be the boyfriend she wanted even though he had zero idea of how to be one, and he believed at the time it was because they were dating. It turned out to him that he was simply repeating the same train of thought.

Dating is a chore. Sex is a chore. Relationships are nothing but a chore.

He was simply doing everything out of responsibility, not fully caring about himself or how Ruka would feel. He was a tad selfish that they fought a lot and he didn't swallow his pride or compromise even. He would go about his way proving his point and if he didn't, he would slam the door and leave for days, spending his nights at the bar and making it his new home. Ruka also held her pride so high she didn't even find him or apologize, and they would fall into this toxic pattern of seeing each other again after a few weeks then making out and having sex and brushing everything under the rug because emotions are getting into the way of their fun. There was no way they were ruining whatever this relationship was for a sappy one-on-one of calling each other out and promising to do better.

Touya didn't change, and he grew tired of being her dream boyfriend. He still leaves his clothes on the floor. He doesn't tell her where he went. He never goes the mile to update her. He drops by her space whenever he wanted to despite her telling him to just move in. He ghosts her and then comes back like nothing.

He was being pathetic, and she was being overbearing. She cries, thinking he will relent when he sees her tears. It doesn't change his mind though. He just gets worse. They would throw things at each other and curse. They would raise their middle fingers. They would throw hands and he'd give a punch in exchange for her slaps and hits.

Touya just left and never came back after.

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"She was a lot different," Touya mentioned his girlfriend (the current one he thinks about so often) again to his therapist. "I know I told you this before, but the first time we did it, everything just made sense."

He didn't know how. He just felt it. It all came full circle. That morning had him almost running in fear, scared at the thought of going deeper with her because he knew he would hurt her. He will not give her whatever she wants. Those dreamy things from romance mangas? Those corny lines from romantic movies with sappy storylines? Consider them all trashed. There was no way he would give in.

But Touya will stay around. He knew to himself that he would die the moment this shit was all over; that she had changed her mind and wanted those romantic stints from the screens. But staying around didn't do it for him—especially for her. Just because he stayed around didn't mean he got what he wanted. He loved her, so, so much; yet she was sleeping with a man who's a figment of his own false identity. It was toying him upside down, especially with the way she looked at him with adoration and pure sincerity when he knew it wasn't really him.

"I want her to love me," he stressed out. "Only me."

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marymary-diva17 · 1 year ago

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ok so i saw someone with a similar request but not too similar but i wanna request jake sully x reader where they were dating back on earth and decided to go to pandora together. they both have their avatars and sleep with eachother but jake ends up falling in love with neytiri and reader finds out blablabla. reader leaves the forest and goes to another clan which is the ocean clan where tonowari and them are. they let reader stay. reader find out that she’s pregnant with twins (i don’t think they have twins in pandora so let’s just say that twins don’t exist there and ronal is shocked because she’s never seen this before). reader never went back to the forest to tell jake and doesn’t plan on telling him. she has twins a boy and a girl reyna and ralan(reader is poc btw but it’s ok if she’s not). fast forward to 15 years later where the sully family comes and they reunite but reader doesn’t speak to him or look at him and reader doesn’t want her kids around the sully family at all. reader and her kids use some technology(the little thing that the sullys use to communicate) that she stole. the rest is yours to come up with. srry if it’s a lot u don’t have to do it if u don’t want to

Jake x ex reader + sully family/ kids/metkayian clan

My past and future

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You had went to pandora as a scientist and looking for a new life, with your long term boyfriend Jake sully. You had been there for him in his time of grief over the death of his brother and the choice of taking his brother place. You and jaw were deeply in love and you thought of spending the rest of your life with him. Even you had thought he will want to be the rest of his life with you, but that all changed when he fall in love with neytiri and ended your relationships. Jake and neytiri are so in love that they forgot their might be others who will be affected by their relationships. Many thing changed for you losing your boyfriend/ friends and even your friends as you were having a hard time dealing with a broken heart. You had given up your human life to fight for the omatacayia and none of them seem to welcome you, think you were the other women coming to steal their toruk makto from neytiri. So one night you couldn't take it anymore and decide it will be best to leave, only mo'at caught you leaving the night and wished you luck on your journey and new life. So your life to the forest and headed toward the reef only looking back once, that night your life had changed and will never be the same.

y/n " ......." you were walking around the village that become your new home, the metkayain clan had taken you in and allowed you to stay, after they saw you meet them no harm. Life here was wonderful and beautiful even brought you joy as well, because you soon discovered you are pregnant and Jake was the father there was no lying there.

ronal " good morning y/n"

y/n " good morning ronal how are you doing I hope your family took your new well"

ronal " I 'm doing well tonowari and the kids are happy about the news of the new addition of our family, that will be here in less then a year"

y/n " that wonderful my friend"

ronal " how are you and the twins"

y/n " we are doing well and as for my twins Reyna and relena, they have ran off with your children this morning" you had given birth to twins which shocked the clan as they never seen twins before, the twins had inherited human DNA from you and their father. They are born and are navi like you but have five fingers/toes along with eye brows as well.

ronal " that is wonderful I'm happy our children have become friends, as all three of you have learn our ways and become one of us"

y/n " thank you ronal"

ronal " you have helped us as well understanding the return of the sky people and their ways, along with teach me your medical ways as well" you and ronal had become friend over the year bonding over motherhood and, the ways of eywa you had become important to the people.

???? " mom" you soon heard your daughter voice you turned around to see relena and tsireya coming over to you and ronal.

y/n " hello girls"

tsireya " hey mom and y/n we came to ask you two a question"

ronal " what have you come to ask us my daughter"

relena " we came to tell you that we will be going on the open water today"

y/n " that very mature of you girls to tell us where you will be going"

ronal " yes it this"

y/n " where is your brother"

relena " he went off with aonung and rotxo saying he will be home later"

y/n " well like my grandmother and mom told me be home before the lights are on and don;t let them beat you home" the girls laugh they enjoyed hearing your earth sayings, even due they might not completely understand them.

relena " yes mom" the girls soon ran off and you were with ronal a while longer until she was called away, you soon reached home and say your son and his friends.

Rotxo " so this thing flies everything"

renya " yes mom calls them camera she allowed me and my sister to film some stuff in the past, we still do"

aonung " wow your mom has all the human technology it amazing"

renya " be careful around it aonung it very special to my mom and she can't replace them easily"

y/n " what are you boys doing" all three teenage boys soon looked at you as you standing there.

renya " hey mom I was showing the guys some of the stuff they have seen here, I was also wondering if I can borrow the camera as well"

y/n " sure my boy"

rotxo " we mean no harm"

y/n " I know rotxo but these are the last few things I have of my past before I came here"

aonung " we understand we will make sure they don't get damage"

y/n " I know you all will now run along don't waste a whole good day laying around" the three teens soon smiled taking off with the camera, there was no lying renya was like his father but had more sense to him, while relena was like you. leaving home was the greatest thing you had done as it allowed you to start over and move on from the past.

later that night

y/n " it good the day is finally now over"

????? " I swear y/n I don't even know what you see Jake sully jarhead is completely idiot" you soon heard grace voice you were now standing in the entrance of your home.

???? "hey that hurt"

y/n " be nice you twi Jake doing us a great favor on helping us with the navi" you had seen the twins and their friends watching some of your video tapes.

tsireya " wow you mom is so beautiful as a human"

relena " I know right but who this Jake guy mama has never mentioned him"

renya " maybe he an old friend of hers from the past"

aonung " wow some of these human seem kinda of nice"

rotxo " let watch another one"

renya " okay but we have to make it sure before mom get home"

y/n " oh I'm home" the kids soon stopped the video tape and looked at you as you standing there.

renya " hey mom we were just hanging around at home"

y/n " boy I'm not a fool I know what you are doing"

the kids " sorry"

y/n " there nothing to be sorry about children"

tsireya " we really love watching your videos y/n there are amazing"

y/n "thank you now hurry home all three of you your mom will be waiting for you" the three teens soon nodded their heads bidding goodbye to the twins.

relena " mama who is this Jake sully he seems very close to you"

y/n " kids sit down there is something I wish to speak to you all about, you are all older enough to know now"

renya " mom"

y/n " I will tell you all over dinner it might help deal with the news" the twins didn't say anything else as they helped you make dinner, you soon told them the story of you and their father Jake sully. The mighty toruk makto. The one ones who knew of your kids father here was ronal and tonowair and they kept that a secret.

renya " does he know about us"

y/n " no he doesn't know he was starting a family with neytiri, and it soon become uncomfortable to be there for me"

relena " so we might have siblings"

y/n " yes"

renya " will the RDA be after us mom"

y/n " no they think I"m dead along with everyone else back home, there was a fire and bad storm, I don't think anyone knows I'm alive"

relena " mom do you regret having us"

y/n " no you guys are my greatest treasure and I will not changing have you all for anything"The kids smile towards you they had so long wanted to know about their dad, and now they are learning about him.

renya " mom why are you not mad about how they treated you, he was your almost mate then he betrayed you and so did everyone else"

y/n " I was mad at first and upset but I soon moved come coming here, gave me a new start on life away from the past but I can't always run from my past"

renya " well we love you mom and we think you are amazing"

y/n " thank you kids" The twins soon got up and hugged you they ere happy to know you still love them and will always love them, but they felt hurt as they hated how you had been treated. It seems like the kids had shared the news with their friends, talking about Jake made you feel better as it helped you deal with the pain that was caused by him and everyone else.

Few days later

ronal " thank you for coming over to help me today"

y/n " anytime it good to be helpful" you were helping ronal in the healer hut when the horn had been blown, single someone had come to the village. You soon stopped what you were doing and rushed to see what was the matter, as everyone was gather you had been able to see a little bit.

navi child " mommy those ikran look like y/n ikran"

navi women " they sure do my son" you soon got a better look to see abig group of ikran, on the sandy beach soon many thoughts were running through you head. It couldn't be them right there was not ay maybe it was another forest or mountain tribe. As you moved closer and closer you soon saw face you had never thought you will ever see again it was Jake sully and most of the omatacayia clan. You could feel your heart racing as you looked at him as he walked towards the village with his Neytiri and children behind them.

Jake " hey" it seems like none of them had noticed your they might not even remember you as fifteen years had gone by for you and them. You were standing alone the the sully group soon stopped walking. Soon a warrior cry had been heard it was tonowari he soon landing his strimwing in the water and came up to where everyone was standing.

Jake " I see you tonowair"

tonowari " i see you Jake sully" you were looking for the twins and their friends but you hadn't spotted them yet. Ronal soon made her way towards the newcomers as well.

Jake " I see you ronal"

tonowari " why have you come here Jake sully"

Jake " we came here to sneak uturu"

ronal " uturu"

Jake " yes refugee for my family and clan here please"

tonowari " we dont want any part of your war as we are dealing with our own troubles with the sky people"

Jake " I promise I'm not here to bring war I'm done with that"

tonowari " yes we know of your war and the sky people who are called humans, someone who was just like you came to us fifteen years ago" the adult omatacaya and human seem very confused by tonowari words.

y/n " that person will be me that tonowari is talking about" you soon stepped out from the crowd and looked, towards the people and navi who were once apart of your life.

Jake " y/n is that you"

y/n " who else will it be Jake" Jake had a smile on his face seeing you and so did neytiri, you didnt pay them any attention. You were looking at the group two of the children who had human features looked at you and smiled.

ronal " there arms and tails are weak they won't be fit here"

y/n " they can learn ronal like I have and many other as well" you soon stopped around them.

tonowari " ......" tonowari and ronal were looking at each other and soon nodded their heads in agreement.

ronal " y/n as you know these navi and have a past with them what is your choice"

y/n " we should help them as it the will of eywa and they have asked for help so we will help them"

tonowari " then it decided the sully family and company will be staying with us and learning our wars, my children along with their friends will help the sully children learn our ways"

aonung " father are you sure that a good idea for the twins"

renya " aonung it will be okay"

tonowari " y/n"

y/n " the children will be best suited it help the sully children and any of their friends tonowari" tonowari knew what his son meant even he was regretting saying the twins should help out. The kids had helped the sully family move their stuff along with you as well.

y/n " this where you family will be staying the rest of the clan will be staying the the empty homes near by"

Jake " thank you y/n so much"

kiri " dad what about norm and the others"

y/n " don't worry young lady it will be okay they have been given some land to say on, that has been approved by the tshaik and oloeythan"

tuk " hey I'm tuk and you are very beautiful"

y/n " hello tuk I'm y/n and thank you"

tuk " you are just like my daddy and siblings"

y/n " yes I'm" you had placed some of the stuff down near te entreat to be moved later. you had seen all the kids talking about something with the sully kids they seem to be getting along well. That made you happy.

Jake " umm y/n"

y/n " jake"

Jake " there is some much I wish to say right now I can't wait to tell everyone you are alive and well here, once they get here it has been"

y/n " fifteen years you and neytiri are happy together and have a family I'm happy for you"

Jake " thank you"

neytiri " y/n"

y/n " neytiri .... well I will leave you to get unpacked and settled even some rest it has been a long journey here" you soon started walking away from the couple towards the children.The sully kids soon bid goodbye to tonowari kids and the twins. You had stayed back to take sure everyone was doing well but one of the kids had gotten everyone attention, it was the boy who looked like he could be neteyaj twin. You were soon gone with the children before anyone else could ask or speak to you.

renya " mom what are we going to do now"

y/n " well we will help them as it the ways of eywa you don't have to have a father and child relationship with him, if you don't wish that my children that for you to decide"

relena " yes mom what about our siblings"

y/n " you can have a relationship with them they are innocent of what happened in the past, you can have a relationship with them"

renya " what about you mom"

y/n " I will be civil with Jake and neytiri I will love to get to know the kids, a bit more but I will have to deal with everyone from my past on my own at some point I will share the news of you both with Jake ... as after today many questions will be asked"

twins " yes mom"

y/n " I know you kids will make me proud no matter what happens" the twins smiled towards you as the family of three gather around for dinner. That night you were up think about what the future days will hold of you and your kids, know that your ex is back and knowing everyone they will not take the news of your hiding your pregnancy and leaving but in truth that was not their decision it was your decision and that the end of the day you never regret it at all.

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Let’s Spend the Night Together

Chapter 3 of If You Want It, You Can Bleed on Me

Greg House x Reader

Word count: 6.5k ??? what did I do

NSFW - smut

“Where does she live?” Greg asks James.

“If I tell you, am I assisting you in a crime?” James asks in response, barely looking up from his desk.

“I’m sure she told you about our date later.”

James huffs in frustration, finally looking up at him. “You’re insufferable.”

“Did you like her? Is that it?” Greg questions, trying to get to the bottom of his friend’s snarky behavior. Not that this wasn’t the usual from him. It was one of the things Greg loved about him, that he was always a little fed up with him, always preemptively aggravated, always in a state of annoyance. It was harder to piss someone off that was always a little pissed with him at baseline.

“Is that what you think? Because if that’s the reason you’re taking her out… you’re more fucked than I thought.”

“The correct answer would have been, ‘no, Greg, I do not want to sleep with her because I am married’ but we’ll go with that.”

James sighs, looking up at him. “Yes. She’s very attractive. But no, I had no intention of entertaining her.”

“Then what’s your issue?”

“Because I don’t know why you’re doing this. You sick of your prostitutes?”

Greg scoffs. “This isn’t about sex.”

“It’s not? I’m mistaken then, because you were flirting with her, made comments about her body, called her to your office…”

“Okay,” he corrects. “It’s not just about sex.”

“Are you trying to tell me you want to date her without saying the words? Because if so… congratulations.”

“No. I want to figure her out.”

“Just look in her chart. Save both of you the trouble.”

“It’s no fun if I learn all the answers at once.”

“Do you ever wonder why you’re single?” James asks.

“Do you ever wonder why you’re unhappily married?” Greg counters. “And. About that. Either her psychiatry training gave her some leg-up here or you tipped her off. She went through her files already. All that she left was a med list.”

“You already looked?” James asks, incredulous.

“Yeah. No birth control. Wonder what that’s about? Propranolol. Maybe some blood pressure issue… she’s young for that and that’s not first line. Idiopathic tachycardia? Maybe. Anxiety?”

“She can’t have an interesting med list. Stop looking for zebras. She’s barely thirty.”

“No birth control and barely thirty? Either she’s not getting any or she’s tied her tubes already.”

“Or… if she does have a blood pressure issue she can’t be on it. Or she has an IUD. Actually… don’t drag me into this.”

“Lamotrigine. Seizures. Bipolar disorder. What’s more likely?”

“lamotrigine isn’t the first-line med for either. Maybe you’ll have to talk to her.”

Greg rolls his eyes. “No fun. Hey… she’s on Vicodin.”

“A match made in hell,” Wilson grumbles, running his hands over his face.

“Well. She was. Eight years ago.”

“Most people don’t stay on it indefinitely.”

“Why would she leave that on there? It’s just these three meds.”

“Don’t you have an actual patient?”

He shrugs. “I need her address. I’m picking her up in three hours.”

“At least buy her dinner. Do not just bring her to your apartment.”

“I can’t learn anything if I just have sex with her. I mean, I’ll definitely learn some things, but…”

“Well, I don’t have her address.”

“You’ve got to have her address. You hired her.”

“Nope. I’m not her direct supervisor since she’s a consult. You’d have to talk to the head of psychiatry or Cuddy. And no. I’m not losing my job searching for it.”

“She took it out of her medical records,” he says, shaking his head, but he’s smiling. “I guess she likes to play.”

——————

“So let me get this straight. You want me to risk the safety of one of my employees so you can drive by her apartment?”

Greg looks at Cuddy for a moment, as if he’s actually thinking about her summary of his request and he nods. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

Sighing, she says, “I shouldn’t be shocked you live the rest of your life like you practice medicine, but I don’t care about the results here. The answer is no, House.”

“It’ll be worth your while.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Because… if I get laid I’m in a better mood which means I’m less likely to cause you issues.”

“Right. Hm. Surprising, but that didn’t persuade me.”

“Have you met her?”

“Is that supposed to convince me?” she asks, looking up at him for a second.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. She does work in psychiatry. For someone who constantly loves to tell me I have a drug problem and there’s something wrong with me I’d think you’d want to make sure this relationship runs smoothly.”

She rolls her eyes at him. “I feel like you and I both know you’re not doing this for the emotional healing.”

“I won’t be doing anything if no one gives me her address,” he grumbles. He doesn’t tell her but for once he can’t believe how stupid he was that he fell for that, that he thought you might be interested.

“Hm. Well. I’m busy, House.”

He walks out without a word, heading back to his office. It’s 7:00.

Well. Alone again. Not much different than the last night or the night before that.

And he knows he could have Cameron. She’s been not so subtle in trying to get his attention, and yes, he certainly didn’t help matters by telling her she’s beautiful. Sure. But she isn’t… she’s not what he wants. He doesn’t need someone to take him on like a charity case.

You… you were fucking with him. And it’s fair, maybe he even deserves it. Maybe you got off on this, being a Walmart version of a femme-fatale, wounding men’s egos, seeing which ones would chase you and which ones would give up after a little pain.

Doesn’t really ease the sting of the ache of rejection, though. That you’d brush him off that easy, leave him without an avenue to reach you.

Sighing, he turns on the TV, trying and failing to focus on the screen, but you’d taken over his mind like a case he was on the brink of solving and just couldn’t get there.

8:15. He gets a page from your number. “YOURE LATE”. It reads.

Well. Screw that. He still had a way to reach you after all.

Possibly.

Smiling to himself, he calls down to the psych ward, asking for you. You’re not there, they say, but they’ll be happy to transfer him to your extension if you’re still in the building.

“I thought hookers took pride in their punctuality,” you say when you answer the phone.

“You’re kind of a bitch, huh?” He asks, trying not to let his chuckle be so audible in the receiver.

“You keep Wilson around. You love bitches.”

“Funny. Would’ve thought you’d been swooning, begging him to leave his wife by now.”

“I’m not so easily charmed.”

“Those big brown eyes don’t do it for you?”

“Sounds like they do it for you. Something you want to tell me, Gregory?”

“Don’t ever call me that,” he sighs.

“Not going to deny the gay allegations but you’ll draw the line at me calling you by your first name? What gives, House?”

“You can call me Greg.”

“Wow, could I? What an honor that we’re on first name basis.”

“Not many get the privilege.”

“Still haven’t denied the gay allegation.”

“Don’t really see the point. You’ll believe what you believe regardless.”

“Wow. Truly. A disaster of a man in all other regards but you’re comfortable in your sexuality? Greg is 1 for 0.”

“I have one male best friend and I’ve been single for five years. I embrace the gay jokes at this point.”

“Five years?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while for you too, huh?”

“What makes you so sure?”

“No reason,” he lies.

“Right.”

“You’re single now.”

“Moved here less than a year ago. Haven’t really had the chance to meet people.”

“Okay. What hellhole did you crawl out of to willingly move to Jersey?”

“Maybe I just like Frank Sinatra.”

“He’s dead. You didn’t come here for something. You left something and you came here to make sure whatever it was didn’t follow you.”

“Is this really the date you had in mind?” you ask.

“Nice deflection.”

“I just moved. No story there.”

“Also. Almost a year? And no one’s asked you out?”

“I can say no, you know.”

“You didn’t say no to me.”

“Maybe I should’ve.”

“Cold. Come down here. I’ll walk you out to my car.”

————-

“Ah. The bitch arrives,” he says, looking you up and down again, not hiding his checking you out. You’d changed, red blouse with a leather jacket and most likely the same black slacks you were wearing earlier. “Not quite slutty enough.”

“Could say the same for you. Where’s the assless chaps?”

“I could never pull that off,” he says. “You could, though.”

He’d changed, too, a button down with slacks for once instead of jeans... at Wilson’s nagging of course.

“Here,” he says, handing you a bouquet of flowers he thought for a second were going to wilt away at his desk.

“Flowers? don’t tell me you went all out. Maybe you’re not as much of a disaster as I thought.”

“I shouldn’t give them to you since you stood me, a cripple, up.”

“Stood you up? You didn’t come get me.”

“You never told me where to get you. Ergo… you stood me up.”

“You were supposed to figure it out.”

“Yeah. Right. Wilson didn’t know and Cuddy wouldn’t put out. And you knew I wouldn’t figure it out. That’s why you stayed here.”

“You actually asked Cuddy?”

“What? I’ve asked her for much worse.”

You shake your head, smiling. “Falling head over heels for me already, Greg?”

“Puzzles are no fun if you can’t figure out the answer.” He doesn’t say that the unsolved cases haunt him, nag him and he sees them where they’re not.

One day he knows you’ll haunt him, too. One day, when you leave, when he pushes this until it breaks.

“Mm. Try harder then,” you say.

“You gave me an unsolvable puzzle.”

“Mm. Not really. You gave it to yourself. You said you were picking me up at my place. I stayed here and gave you the easy way out.”

“You could’ve left it—“ he cuts himself off, lest he incriminate himself.

“Left it where, Greg?” you ask, bemused.

“Nowhere.”

“Right,” you laugh. “So what opiate do you pop constantly?”

“You don’t know?”

“No.”

“Funny.”

“Why would that be funny, Greg?”

“Let me sleep with you first.”

“Absolutely not,” you say, grinning at him.

“Well, I shouldn’t have thought you’d be easy if you’ve put me through hell just to take you out,” he sighs.

“Don’t think I’ll leave you completely wanting, though,” you say, reaching out to touch his face, his stubble scratching your hand pleasantly, a shiver running down your spine. You run your thumb over his bottom lip gently.

Tentatively, he reaches out for you, too, copying your movements, hand on your cheek, thumb over your lips, but then your tongue darts out to run over the pad of his thumb and he thinks he might die right there. “Dirty girl,” he chuckles, smirking.

“Mm. You’re pretty, Greg,” you say, with enough sincerity he almost believes you’re not bullshitting him.

“Pretty? That’s a first.”

“Like no one’s ever told you.”

“Maybe ten years ago.”

“Mm. It’s those eyes,” you say, stepping a little closer to him, letting your breath mingle with his, snaking your hand around the back of his neck. Your lips almost touch, once, twice, wordlessly. “You gonna kiss me or not, Greg?”

You expect him to be rougher but he’s soft, testing the waters, lips still barely touching yours until he gives in, gives you what you want, kisses you like he means it. God, it’s been too long, and you missed it, the thrill of kissing somebody new, and you can feel his anticipation, electricity from your skin to his.

“Come on,” he says, breaking away from you after a few minutes. “I said I’d take you to dinner.”

———

“So what is it? Percs?” you ask once you’ve been seated and get waters. It’s a nice place he chose, somewhere a little out of the way, mostly serving Italian fare and seafood. It’s where men who haven’t been on a date in a while would choose to bring a woman, you figure.

“Percs? You do some time on the street?” he asks.

“So what if I did?” you counter.

He shakes his head. “Not your story. I’m not buying that.”

“Fine. Used to work at an addiction treatment facility when I was a nurse. Everyone calls them percs, though. Not exactly some down low street name.”

“It’s Vicodin.”

“Nasty drug,” you say.

“Really? I think they’re yummy.”

“You would.”

“What’s your personal aversion to them? They take you on a bad date?”

“Got them prescribed after a motorcycle accident. Didn’t agree with me.”

“Hm. You driving?”

“No.”

“What’d you break?”

“My leg.”

“Which one?”

“Right femur.”

Wilson was going to have a field day. Match made in hell, alright. Wilson’s personal hell, that is.

“Femurs are hard to break.”

“When your partner is drunk and doesn’t care about anything it’s not that hard,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. “Lucky I didn’t die. I mean, not that I cared so much then.”

“Partner? What were you, 19?”

“22,” you say, silently cursing yourself for not just saying boyfriend.

“Did they not make it?”

You look at him questioningly but don’t say anything about his use of the gender neutral. You don’t want to have that conversation tonight. “No. Life support for a couple weeks until they pulled it.”

“Hm. So that wasn’t the reason you left.”

“No. There was no reason. I just needed a change of scenery.”

“Right,” he says. “Jersey isn’t usually the place people pick for a change of scenery.”

“How’d you end up here, then?”

“There was a job opening,” he answers.

“You were running away from something, too.”

“No, I was running to something. I needed a place to hire me and Cuddy was the only one insane enough to take me on at that point.”

“You’ve always been discourteous and unprofessional?”

“Those are my middle names,” he snarks.

There’s a natural break in the conversation as the waiter comes back to take orders. Greg takes notice of what you order, a baked scrod, certainly not the least expensive thing you could have ordered but not the most, either. It’s an assessment of how you value yourself, he thinks. Average. Average is boring.

Or you could just like scrod, he supposes.

“Why are you single?” he asks.

“I don’t know. Life was busy. Didn’t have time for relationships,” you say, shrugging. “Why are you?”

“Myriad of reasons.”

“Give me one.”

“My leg,” he responds indignantly.

“What happened to it?” you ask.”

“That’s a second date conversation.”

"You're in pain."

"How'd you know?" He asks sarcastically.

"Was it the cane? The Vicodin?"

'I think it was your charming personality.

Anyway. If you're going to cite your leg as a reason you're single, I'd love to know why."

"I was with someone when it happened. It's a long story."

"We've got nothing but time,” you say.

"You really won't sleep with me if I don't tell you?" House asks.

"Nope. Keep pushing me and I never will.

Tell me."

House sighs dramatically. "I had an infarction in my thigh muscle. No one knew what it was, I diagnosed it, but... so much of the muscle was dead already. I didn't want an amputation, I wanted a bypass. I didn't care about the pain. I just wanted to be able to use my leg. I asked them to put me under sedation to cope with the pain at the time... and the woman I was with decided it would be a good idea to remove the dead muscle completely."

"You made her your medical proxy?”

"Mm. Stupid decision on my part,” he says.

"Any medical background?"

"Nope."

"Then yes. Stupid decision,” you agree.

"I'm sure you've made plenty of stupid decisions. Getting on that motorcycle, for one,” he says, adding a jab at the end so to help heal his wounded ego a little.

"We all make mistakes. It's human. So... what's the reason now? You resent people who can walk without pain so you don't get close to anybody? It interferes with sex? You feel like no woman would want to deal with it long term?"

House sighs and rolls his eyes. "Do you really think it interferes with sex? Is that what you're worried about?"

"No. I'm asking if that's what you-"

"No. You see me as a potential sexual partner, correct?"

"I never said that."

"We're going with it. You ask me as if you're posing the question to me... but you're projecting."

"And you're deflecting. I asked you three questions and you didn't answer one" you point out.

"No. It doesn't interfere with sex, at least not to the point where you have to worry if I

can get you off or not. Whenever you decide to spread your legs for me... you'll see."

You feel your cheeks redden a little and cough. "I asked you two other questions."

"They weren't what you were getting at."

"Entertain me."

"No. It's not that I resent people. Am I jealous? Sometimes. I'd love to know what it's like to wake up in the morning without pain. But I'm not going to wake up every morning wanting to kill my partner because she jogs every morning and I can't."

"Is it because you've been able to accept it?

Was it an issue with your girlfriend at the time, coming to terms with it?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes."

Greg shrugs. “Not hard to put that together. I bet I could get a psychiatric nursing degree too.”

"Third question? You feel like no woman would want to deal with it?"

"Mm. Or she'd want to deal with it for the wrong reasons, take me on like I'm a charity case. That's unattractive for an abundance of reasons. You could go that way, I think, or you used to."

"You think I'm taking you on as a charity case? You pursued me.”

"You agreed. You didn't think for a second,

'well, he's a cripple, I'd better at least give him a shot'?"

"Your leg is not the reason I am here," you say firmly.

"What is it then, my deep blue eyes? This big, thick cane? My ray of sunshine personality?"

You chuckle. "It's your drive. You barely knew me, decided I was interesting and pursued me without abandon. That is attractive."

"You're not curious as to why you?"

"Little tits and ass, as Keith Richards would say?" You ask. "I'm used to being objectified. Pretty privilege is a thing. I'm sure you have noticed that yourself. If there's something deeper, enlighten me."

"Well, you are attractive, there's no doubting that. But I intend to find out why you're in the medical field, and psychiatry at that. It's like Cameron, on my team. You're gorgeous enough to have become an actress, marry a millionaire. Something happened to you to make you choose this."

"Did you take Cameron out until you figured what her deal was?"

"No. Cameron pities me. I have no interest in her that way."

"Well. Why do you assume brilliant minds reside only in unattractive faces? Why do you assume I worked my ass off to get here because of some past trauma when this could have just been a goal of mine like it could've been if I wasn't as hot as you think l am?”

"Okay. Then why did you choose psychiatry?"

"That's a second date conversation." You quip.

He smiles wryly at you. "You coaxed my issue out of me. Come on."

“I hold fast to my principles. You're weak,” you say, grinning back. “Why are you a doctor, then, hm?”

“I’m not a beautiful woman.”

“Right…” you say. “Chase is pretty. Foreman is too, you know. Either of them could’ve done something easier.”

“Chase is trying desperately to fill his father’s shoes. His father was a doctor, and well, you know how that story goes. And Foreman is an overcoming adversity case. He could’ve been a hood rat. He was on that path.”

“You know… women just started to be able to open credit cards in 1971. Maybe I don’t want to have to rely on a man to make a living.”

“No. Believe me, I get that. My point was there’s easier ways to make money. You chose the hard way,” he says. “And unpopular way. People become doctors and they fantasize about cutting people open and diagnosing infections, not getting hit and restraining children.”

“Your hypothesis is stupid. Maybe I don’t want to be an actor or model… or an infectious disease specialist,” you say. “And I think we’re all damaged. All of us. No one gets out unscathed.”

“No one just chooses psychiatry because it’s such a good time.”

“They do when it can make them ridiculous money without as many hardships as medical school. I could be using my degree to write suboxone scripts and make more than I’m making right now. I know a lot of people who went back for that.”

“Proving my point. Why are you doing things the hard way?”

“You take on the most difficult cases across the country, cases no one else can solve. You’re doing things the hard way, too. Why? Because the easy way is boring.”

Greg smiles at that. “Fair enough.”

“Yeah. Fair enough.”

—————

You don’t quite know how you got here. Or well, you do. Greg asked you to come back to his place for drinks, and you agreed, and you should’ve known better but it’s been years and you can’t really care too much when his warm body is underneath you, his tongue down your throat, his hands everywhere he can reach.

“How bad are you hurting?” you ask him, breathlessly.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry,” he whispers back, reaching a hand back to touch your chin. “What do you want to come of tonight?”

“Let’s just see where this leads us,” you say, leaning back to kiss him again.

But he stops you, gentle pressure on your jaw to prevent you from closing the space between your lips. “I need to know what you want.”

You sigh, pressing your elbow in his chest as leverage to lift yourself off him, and you sit next to his feet on the other side of the couch. “Why are you asking?”

“Because I don’t want this to head somewhere we can’t get back from. Move over,” he says, and winces, moving his legs back over to sit beside you again.

“It wasn’t sexual trauma,” you huff, aggravated. “You can say I’m damaged all you want but that doesn’t mean you have to treat me like glass.”

“I tried to take your shirt off and you pushed me away but you kept kissing me. What do you want?”

“What do you want?” You ask, glaring at him.

Truth was, you were using him, maybe just like he was using you. You hadn’t had the opportunity to make quite as bad of a decision as sleeping with the man in front of you in a long time. And as bad decisions go, he wasn’t so terrible anyway. You like him so far, you think he’s attractive. But you know Wilson is right, that he might drag you down to places you haven’t been in a long time.

Still.

It’s been a while since you’ve felt something. You want the hating yourself in the morning for giving yourself away so soon, you want the walk of shame as he drives you back to the hospital where you left your car, you want to revel in the fact that Greg will be telling people how you were in bed, bragging that he got you in between his sheets. You want the dopamine hit and the subsequent crash.

You spent so long getting healthy but you had to keep everyone at arm’s length to do it. It was probably the worst idea to try to get close to someone else who also isolated people and couldn’t even be healthy then.

Why didn’t he just want it to be easy? Just fuck you and be done with it, continue if it’s convenient and worth the effort. Easy is boring, sure, but sex isn’t boring even if it’s easy (if so, he wouldn’t be seeing hookers, would he?). And you know he wants to fuck you, but why he wants to make it difficult… it’s beyond your reach at this moment.

“I want… I don’t know,” he admits, because he doesn’t.

Prostitutes were one thing. Vulnerability there didn’t really matter. They were doing a job and they didn’t even take a second glance at his leg. As long as they were getting paid. If he wanted attention drawn to it, they’d kiss it red with their lipstick but because he tells them to leave it alone… they do.

Sleeping with somebody new… it’s so much harder. It’s so much easier with someone you know. Or someone you don’t have an obligation to know.

With an aim to please rather than take, he doesn’t know how he’d perform.

Looking at his face, reading the ambivalence there, it suddenly clicks. If Wilson knew the truth, if you really are the first woman since his injury, there’s a lot of insecurity in being seen.

And you know all about being seen.

It’s easy to come off with bravado and arrogance but when you’re actually in the situation, when you’re called to be vulnerable… it’s something else entirely.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” you ask quietly.

“Yes. God yes,” he affirms, nodding his head. “Don’t take tonight as an indication.”

“It’s okay. I understand,” you say, nodding.

“That doesn’t mean… that doesn’t mean I can’t help you get off.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “That’s still sex.”

Scoffing, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re in high school.”

“What do you think lesbians do?”

He raises his eyebrows, chucking a little. “Are you a lesbian?”

“You wish,” you laugh. “Say you could be the one that changed me.”

“I would. Except people don’t change.”

“Yeah. They do. They change all the time,” you counter, shrugging your shoulders. “Every day, every hour, every moment… it changes you. They’re minuscule changes, changes you don’t see immediately, but you look back a decade and then it clicks.”

“Right. Maybe. But fundamentally people don’t change. The parts change, but the whole never does.”

You want to say that he has been changed, that his leg injury changed him, that he holds so steadfast to that belief that people never change so he can convince himself he was always this miserable. Sure, you get the feeling he was fucked before, but this did change him. Made him worse. Made him push people away.

You don’t say that, though. You know deep down he knows it and doesn’t want to face it.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” he asks, insecurity creeping in, and he doesn’t know why this is so difficult or why he cares at all. He could pay for what he wanted, live his hedonistic lifestyle and not have to worry if the woman in front of him wanted to fuck him or not.

You aren’t boring.

But that’s not true, anyway, that’s not why he keeps people at arms length. Routine medical cases are boring, but people aren’t. It’s why he went through all the files he could of the applicants for his team, trying to pick the combination that would interest him the most, play off each other in ways he could live vicariously through. They weren’t the most deserving, or the most academically gifted, they were the most interesting. It’s why he loves gossip, loves knowing about things that don’t concern him, always living life like it’s a spectator sport and he’s got front row seats.

It’s always the people that love to watch that hate to be seen.

“I could be convinced,” you say, in that bitchy tone he knows hes going to love to hate. You soften; though, turn to him, your hair falling a little in your face, kiss him gently on the mouth.

Greg responds in kind, deepening the kiss, his hands tangling in your hair, pulling lightly before traveling to your breasts, kneading your flesh through your shirt.

“Could you be convinced to have lesbian sex with me right now?” he asks.

You’d burst out laughing if you also weren’t so admittedly and ashamedly turned on right now. “Yeah. Sure. Think you’d have an easier time in bed though.”

“You treat me like all your girls?” he asks, a glint in his eye, and oh, there’s the being seen. You’re not a fan, either. You’re surprised he’s not being forthright about what he no doubt is putting together, but ultimately you’re thankful.

“A slut’s a slut,” you quip as he leans back in, his mouth barely touching yours and he chuckles against your skin.

“You really are a bitch.”

“Mm,” you agree, closing the distance between you again, pulling him to stand up with you, letting him lean on you as he puts weight on it again.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly, without thinking, never one to apologize for his actions but never one to let his disability affect others, either.

“It’s okay, Greg,” you whisper. “I got you.”

“No, I’ll go get—“

You stop him, holding his jaw gently in your hand. “It’s okay.”

Empathy. Not sympathy.

You had been here, in a way. Femur fractures take a good six months to heal. You walked half a year in his shoes on the same medication he was on.

Now it all clicks, what James had done, keeping you two apart to bring you together, doing something by not doing anything, letting it all happen by chance. He had been patient enough to let time do most of the work, something Greg could never do, but something that ultimately worked in his favor.

It’s okay. We all need someone we can lean on. If you want it, you can lean on me.

You still lived a life without pain.

Greg hates it, hates it all, and if you had had just the slightest twinge of force, the slightest indication that you were saying it was okay just to say something he would’ve told you to get out. He hates the way it kills intimacy, makes him older, more decrepit, makes him dependent, in a way. There’s certain things he can never do, or that he’d need help to do, and it’s something a woman would leave him for.

It’s something a woman did leave him for.

He wants to hug you, but that would feel too much, too intimate, too soon, so he kisses you again instead, and then the two of you hobble on to his bedroom. It hurts. God, it hurts, aches like it always does, maybe more so—the last pill he took was at dinner, but you make it, helping him ease onto the bed and wasting no time, knowing he was insecure, wasting no time to prove you still wanted him, mouth on his, your legs straddling his good thigh, moving on to his neck, laving your tongue over his skin, biting gently, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt.

“Hey,” Greg says, stopping your hand’s ministrations.

“I’m only taking your shirt off,” you assure him. “I won’t go further than that.”

“Fine. Not much to see there, either,” he mutters.

“I like tits,” you blurt without thinking. Jesus Christ. You have to stop doing that.

“Yeah,” he says, chuckling. “Sure you do. Good thing mine are bigger than Cuddy’s.”

“They absolutely are not.”

“You familiar with their size?”

You stop yourself just in time before you say “I wish.”

He lets you finish, helping you take his shirt off, take his undershirt off, shivering as you kiss down the length of his torso to the top of his pants. “I’ll show you mine,” you say, unbuttoning your pants and slipping them off, throwing them on the floor haphazardly. You move over so he can see the scar down the side of your leg, deep gash where they cut you open, you were a month away from a nursing license and you were in the OR, someone’s patient before you could ever be on the side you studied for.

You were lucky, they kept saying. You didn’t feel lucky at all.

Tentatively, his hand comes to touch your skin and you nod, silent agreement that he could touch. He’s gentle even though he doesn’t need to be, touching carefully, tracing the line of the scar up and down, hard keloid under his skin.

“This isn’t what you don’t want me to see,” Greg says.

“Hm?”

“Your upper body. That’s why you didn’t want me to take your shirt off.”

Oh. Yeah. That.

“I don’t care,” you lie.

“Yes, you do,” he counters immediately, looking at you knowingly. “Why are you lying?”

You sigh, pulling him back to you, kissing him hard, hoping he’ll shut up if you don’t give him the chance to speak. “Just touch me already.”

It would be so much easier if he just fucked you, fucked you over, fucked you up all within the course of a month. You get the feeling right now, as your tongue is down his throat and you’re letting out moans against his lips you try to suppress as his fingers enter you, stretch you out, reach angles you couldn’t reach by yourself, you get the feeling this is going to be for the long haul. Not that he’s necessarily going to be down on one knee, but that he’s going to drag out hurting you like he’s dragging his fingers against your walls, drawing you closer and closer to the edge but never quite bringing you there.

“You okay?” you ask him, breathless, head hazy, you just want him, want him closer than this, want him deep in you.

“Shh,” Greg whispers, almost a little irritated. “I’m busy right now.”

You can’t really focus on coming up with a retort because he starts rubbing your clit and as you tilt your head back into the pillows, he starts biting at the flesh he can now easily access, starting gentle but then applying more pressure with his teeth, smirking as you whimper.

Sweat trickles down your back and you wish this was different, but he’s naked from the waist up and you’re unclothed from the waist down, and it’s stupid, you know it’s dumb, that you’re letting this man fuck you with his fingers before you let him see you fully naked. It’s not like no one has before. It’s just a conversation you don’t want to have again.

Still. All this is making you a little too hot to be half-clothed.

Greg wonders why he let you in at all. Why he went through the trouble, bought you dinner, why he’s trying to get you off right now. Maybe it’s to fuck with James. Sure, it was originally, but now he feels like it was James who fucked with him, set him up, used predictable behaviors to create a predictable outcome. Still. If you’d been professional with him instead of giving him crassness right back, he would’ve decided to make your life a living hell instead of getting you in between his sheets. Either way, he was going to make someone miserable.

Himself, first and foremost.

Not that he can really be miserable right now. It’s not terrible being needed in this sense, he’s remembering.

You weren’t like Stacy, though, not here. You’re louder, not in a patronizing way where you exaggerate your moans to try and stroke a man’s ego, but it’s like you genuinely can’t hold yourself back. It’s hot. It’s unreserved. It’s… passionate in a way Stacy just wasn’t. She loved him, he knows that, but when things got hard and he got mean instead of fighting back she got cold and walked away.

Not that he can glean exactly how you’d be in an argument from how you act in bed, but he has a feeling you don’t let go of things easily.

And… well. Takes one to know one.

Who would give in, though?

His relationship with Stacy worked before his leg because Stacy would accommodate, she would compromise herself for him. It’s why his friendship with James works now. Sure. Both of them gave him some pushback — it’s not like they in good conscience could let him get away with all the things he wanted to do. And eventually he pushed Stacy until she broke.

You, though? You don’t seem like you shatter easily. If anything you seem like you’d harden like a scar, healing over stronger, uglier, thicker, nothing really hurting you because you’d just put more walls up. You’d fight him to the bitter end.

And you know, maybe he wants that. Someone he’s not afraid to push too far because he knows you’ll push right back the second he gets even an inch.

All he really knows is your vague med list, that you got into a motorcycle accident almost a decade ago, and that you chose to be a psychiatric provider among all other things you could have been. And yet… he feels like he can glean much more.

All he really knows in this moment is that you’re coming apart under his fingers, gripping his forearm with your hands as he drags out your orgasm, trying to get him away from your now overstimulated cunt.

“She comes in colors everywhere,” he mutters, smirking lazily at you, dragging his fingers out of you, finally, then brings them to his mouth, sucking slowly on each one.

You scoff at his comment, but just as quickly he sees the light turn green again and you straddle his left thigh, coming to kiss his mouth, hard, bare cunt against his slacks and he can’t help it, he’s thinking about you wrecking them, thinking about your wet pussy on what could’ve been his bare thigh… and he groans despite himself, in pain, yes, but also pleasure - and he’s pulling you closer by the collar of your shirt, and he begins to remember why men put themselves through what could very well be the potential torture of dating a woman.

It’s just so much better when it’s with someone you know. Or… someone you need to know everything about, need to memorize like they’re an extension of yourself.

You’re not soulmates. It’s not love. It’s not romance, like James would decree.

You won’t fix him. He sure as hell won’t fix you.

But you’ll do something to each other, alright.

#greg house x reader #house x reader #greg house x you #gregory house x reader #house md #gregory house

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love-toxin · 23 days ago

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Which one of Elias’s parents was an elf? Can you talk a bit more about half-elves?

WAHOO!!! I certainly can 🥰🥰

So Elias' mother had elven heritage, but she herself didn't exhibit traditionally elven features--her ears only had the slightest point that was barely noticeable, and if you were looking at her while she was alive, you probably wouldn't clock her as an elf at first glance. She was the child of a full-blooded elf and a half-elf herself, and with her non-elfy features, it was quite the surprise when she popped out Elias with those big ears and golden eyes of his!

Half-elves themselves are a bit anomalous in modern culture; although they genetically belong to both groups, a lot of half-elves end up feeling like they don't belong anywhere. Some elf communes don't see them as "elfy" enough to live in elven communities, and some human groups think they're abominations or inherently inferior as a human subspecies. For elf-hybrids, the prejudices aren't quite as strong in their own communities, but they're often harshly judged by more conservative humans. In reality, half-elves are really unique and possess intricate qualities between both races!

Much like how hybridism is a dominant gene despite the presence of outwardly hybridic features, people with elven blood have inherent traits that differentiate them from the exclusively human population. They usually have a deep connection to nature and can feel the earth's "hum", have resistances to human diseases and illnesses (Elias, for example, has suffered next to no health complications as a result of his alcoholism), and they generally can pick up knowledge fairly easily, whether it be learning other languages or picking up hobbies or skills. It varies from person to person, and some people have more physical traits than skill-based ones and vice versa, but they definitely are their own class when it comes to identifying the many different species of the world.

And while half-elves are conventionally the children of an elven and human or hybrid parent, half-elves can also be born from two half-elf parents, and even a human parent and a half-elf parent! Some bloodlines are so strong or skip so many generations that some families are shocked when two supposedly human parents birth an elf baby, only to go back in their lineage and discover their great-great-great-great grandparent was 1/4 elf. It's amazing! There's even a historical figure in the Yanverse who, roughly around the year 3407, was born into a noble and pure-blooded human family and ostracized for his elven features, only to discover that his lineage dated back to an elven ancestor from the royal family over 1200 years prior. According to the elven royal family's records, he was depicted as a prince in their line and historians believe he was welcomed into the royal family as their adopted son. Since then, that's been the longest recorded period of time between elven ancestry and an elven child being born to non-elf parents!

#mwahaha!!! i love these questions ill be puttin this in the doc!!#yanverse #yandere ocs #ellie writes #saintmillie #anons

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depravitymoon · 1 year ago

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hello! i was wondering... how do you think bucci gang/la squadra would approach darling's first time?

have a nice day!!!! > w <

The more simple answer is that they all will be as gentle as possible knowing darling's a virgin and will be more vanilla, holding off on the more freaky stuff for later.

The longer answer's below and some of them go into dub/non con and Dead Dove territory. I'm doing 14 characters, so I'm writing a paragraph each of varying lengths. I tried to make it gender neutral but some of it does imply AFAB Darling.

Since it's February now, this might as well be a Valentine's Day post:

Fugo

Consent? Yes

Risky Creampie? No.

It'll be his first time too, so he once it to be special too. He tries to be slow and gentle, but you're both virgins it's sloppy. You're even shocked at how sensual he is compared to his typically uptight neurotic self. In the end, he prematurely ejaculates and gets embarasseded about it. He promises the next time he'll do better.

Bruno

Consent? Dubious

Risky Creampie? Yes.

He'll manipulate you into love making with him if you wont do it willingly. Even if you don't want it, he'll be a romantic as possible with you. However, he will still attempt to baby trap you, even if it is your first time. Either no condom, a hole's in the condom, and/or he'll make sure your birth contol is ineffective. He'll promise you'll love it and the next 9 months.

Giorno

Consent? Optional

Risky Creampie? No.

Using GER, he could create some vines for bondage, overstimulating until you're drool in pleasure while he's fucking you. Praising you for being his good little Bambi. And when he's done, you'll be rewarded with treats and his love (if he's not too busy).

Trish

Consent? "Yes"

Risky Creampie? No.

Trish wants your consent. She knows how to manipulate a yes out of you if you're unsure. She'll have toys and strap-ons prepared. She's more experienced than she lets on, so she'll take the lead and let you lead another time.

Pesci

Consent? Yes

Risky Creampie? No

When you came to him and asked him to take your virginity, he also fainted. He's a virgin too and never thought he'd be so lucky to have you by his side. So scared of hurting you that he just lets you lead and get on top. Pesci prefers to keep it nice, gentle, and slow more than anyone else in Passione.

Prosciutto

Consent? Blackmail

Risky Creampie? No

Sleeping with him was part of the deal. With you being a virgin, it kind of complicated things, because he wants your first time with him to be memorable. He wines and dines you, he takes you on an adorable romantic date to make you comfortable, but keep in mind no is not an option. You should be grateful he's putting in the effort before becoming your first (and only).

Risotto

Consent? Doesn't care.

Risky cream pie? Has you on the pill if need be.

The capo is quite massive. You're hurting regardless, so he'll have you cocksleeved. You'll be speared on his cock for awhile so you'll get adjusted to it. He'll also do alot of foreplay prior to the cocksleeve, massaging your pussy, rubbing your clit, eating you out, etc.

Abbacchio

Consent? Drugs and alcholol

Risky cream pie? No.

He's not delusional. He knows you wouldn't want to fuck your kidnapper, so he got you something to loosen you up and to lighten the mood. He's most likely also drunk when you two are about to do it, because he didn't want his paranoia or conscious getting in the way.

Melone

Consent? Bitch, you thought!

Risky creampie? Yes.

You're more likely to wake up to Melone inside of you. If you're lucky and willing, he will be a sweet gentle accommodating lover. Safe sex is never an option. If you resist, he'll either have you tied up, drugged up, or have baby face hold you down. Careful, after the first time, he can be a selfish lover.

Mista

Consent? Optional

Risky cream pie? Maybe

Normally, Mista is rough, but learning you're a virgin changes things. He wasn't expecting it, honestly. This is a rare moment where Mista primarily focuses on pleasing you and overstimulating you. He'll still degrade you as his little slut, though. If you're a stand user, you might also hear the Sex Pistols whisper stuff in your ears. Take that as you will.

Narancia

Consent? Optional

Risky cream pie? Yes

If Narancia's forcing you, he wouldn't know it. It's surprise sex! He knows you'll be super nervous and panicked for the first time, but don't Nara got tips from Mista and Fugo! Don't worry about the knife in his hands, it's just to take your clothes off faster. He'll get you new ones, promise. Expect alot of eating out and overstimulation.

Illuso

Consent? Nope!

Risky Creampie? Nope!

You being a virgin just boosts his ego. You're his prisoner so he'll take everything from you, even your virginity. Sure he'll finger you to stretch you out, but he expects you to please him. He'll let you ride him at your own pace so you'll get use to his length. Be grateful, because he could always let Man In The Mirror take you without prep.

Formaggio

Consent? Nope!

Risky cream pie? Nope!

Formaggio got you through blackmail. He never expected someone with a hit out for them would be a virgin. He'll what Illuso does, but with the added bonus of shrinking himself so he can slowly get you use to his actual length. This better mean you'll show him some gratitude.

Ghiaccio

Consent? Kind of.

Risky cream pie? Nope!

Ghiaccio is the type od yandere to wear you down until you give into is request. He is shockingly gentle when sensual. Turns out he just wants you to be a sanctuary where he can express his vulnerability. He'll admit he's a virgin too because everyone pissed him off. Everyone except you, that is.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #la squadra #bucci gang #vento aureo #yandere #jjba #fugo #bruno buccellati #Giorno #Trish Una #Pesci #Prosciutto #Risotto #Risotto Nero #Abbacchio #melone #Mista #Narancia #ghiaccio

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 2 years ago

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Part 3 Morticia Reader, she’s pregnant and tells everyone (Very calmly) that she’s going into labor right now (Cue her being rushed to the emergency room and is calm, even happy about the contractions)

She gives birth to their Daughter, who Reader names her ‘Wednesday’ (Who’s silent and just staring at Reader and *Father*) with Zerofuku really happy he has a little sister (Though both Zero and (Love) are worried/nervous at first by her not making any noise as all babies tend to cry, coo or giggle, but she’s just glaring/staring at everyone around her)

Later Aphrodite, Eve, Shiva’s Wives and Hera who have gone through pregnancy tell Reader she handled it very well (They have to explain to (Love) that not even God women have a pain tolerance like hers, especially when they and (Love) see Reader walking around after giving birth, giving everyone panic attacks)

-The day you announced you were pregnant was a day of joy for your lover, your husband, (Love), and your adopted son Zerofuku who were both beside themselves with joy. (Love) was having a child with you and Zerofuku was going to be a big brother!!

-Your pregnancy was…definitely different compared to other women, as Aphrodite, Even, Parvati, Kali, and Durga, had all come to visit you one time or another during your pregnancy and were shocked on how easy you seemed to be handling everything!

-You had no morning sickness at all, other than a mildly upset stomach from time to time, easily dealt with, with some tea, you had no mood swings, and your cravings were mild as well, only occasionally wanting fresh strawberries.

-(Love) was stunned to learn about what most women went through (except for Shiva who knew from his other wives’ pregnancies), and how you were nothing like that.

-Your appointments with your doctors always ended without issue, the baby was growing without any complications, and you took your pre-natal vitamins as instructed.

-Earlier on in your pregnancy, you and (Love) discussed the name of your child, if it was a girl you get to name it, if it was a boy he got to name it, but your child was a stubborn one, as soon as it was mentioned to do a gender check, your baby would roll over, hiding itself from the doctor.

-Closer to your due date, Eve and your other female friends started to check in more frequently, as they were going to help out around your house for a few days, with the baby while you recovered, something you were grateful for.

-You were knitting when you paused for a moment, looking over at (Love) while Zerofuku was cuddled up to you, his hand on your belly, talking to it quietly, “My love- my son.” They both looked over at you, thinking you wanted some more fruit and you smiled, “Marvelous news, I’m going to have a baby. Right now.”

-PANIC!!!!!!!!!!

-While they ran around the house, panicking that the baby was finally coming, you were as cool as a cucumber, grabbing the premade hospital bag Parvati helped you make a few days ago and headed out to the car, calling Eve to let her know.

-You walked into the hospital, not showing any signs of pain and the doctors were quick to take you in, finding you almost completely dilated, but showing no signs of pain.

-Zerofuku and (Love) remained outside in the waiting room, greeting your friends as they all arrived. As soon as they sat down the doctor came out, saying you and the baby were both doing fine.

-(Love) was shocked, “Wait I thought it was supposed to take a long time?” the doctor nodded, removing her glasses to clean them, “Normally yes, but Y/N has been in labor for hours now, but she has an unnaturally high pain tolerance, so she didn’t feel it until she was almost completely dilated and ready to give birth.”

-Jaws dropped open in shock, eyes wide, hearing about this as Aphrodite cupped her cheek, “My-my how fortunate for Y/N, birth is usually something that can be quite painful.”

-(Love) and Zerofuku entered first, seeing you in the bed wrapped in a black robe, a soft smile on your face as you held your daughter, “This is Wednesday, after my favorite poem, ‘Wednesday’s child is full of woe’.”

-They both were immediately by your side, seeing what they could only describe as your carbon copy, staring up at them with unblinking, stoic eyes, not making any noise, being completely silent.

-After confirming that your daughter was okay, as she wasn’t crying or fussing, you pecked Zerofuku gently on the forehead as he cuddled you after you handed Wednesday over to her father who held her carefully.

-When you friends entered, after her big brother got a chance to hold her, Wednesday was passed around, looking unbothered by the cooing of the women, in fact she almost looked mildly annoyed, but you believed that was just her face.

-Couldn’t believe that you had been in labor and didn’t feel anything until just right before giving birth, was honestly terrified of your inhuman pain tolerance, even more so when the female gods in the room agreed, as giving birth is one of the worst pains in the world, even more than getting a femur broken. You were indeed a terrifying woman, but you looked so beautiful, nursing your daughter after everyone else but him and Zerofuku left, you still looked so elegant and calm, but there was a stunning glow around you, one that made him smile with a huge dopey grin on his face, which made you smile more when you looked over at him.

-Chen Gong, Nikola, Kojiro, Ares, Loki, Rudra, Hermes, and Hercules

-Was secretly terrified of you, you gave birth with little to no pain, and you were already up and walking around like you just hadn’t pushed a human out of your body!! Even the other women were shocked by your pain tolerance, it was something that even they were scared of, as it was unnatural. If he underestimated you before giving birth he certainly wasn’t now, he saw you as someone way stronger than him, after learning from the doctor that giving birth was the worst pain anyone could come to deal with. He held his daughter in his arms while you leaned your head on his shoulder, resting with Zerofuku’s head on your lap, both of you dozing off. He couldn’t help but smile gently, giving Wednesday a small smile, so happy that she was finally here.

-Jack, Poseidon, Beelzebub, Buddha, Hercules, Thor, and Indra

-Was even more in love with you now, you gave him a daughter, one he was going to love and cherish and fiercely defend, just as he defended you like a starving dog guarding a steak while you were still pregnant. You looked so delicate there, sleeping with Zerofuku curled up next to you, as he held Wednesday in his arms, holding her carefully. He ran a finger down her cheek, a small smile on his lips, she didn’t smile back, only staring up at him, but if she was going to be anything like you, he would learn her tells when she was happy too. He couldn’t believe the little family he now had, a wife, and two children, and he adored them more than anything. He couldn’t help but gaze down at your sleeping face, ignoring the little voice in the back of his head that you looked like a corpse, you looked like an angel, his angel.

-Odin (who only allows Wednesday’s oldest brother, Thor, to visit), Hades, Hajun, Lu Bu, and Shiva (along with his wives who are equally as protective of you as you were a human and Wednesday was a demi-god)

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Volterra and Volturi

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

As Alice drove, she chatted about what the rest of the family had been doing. I found that they had moved to New York. Carlisle was teaching at Cornell part time which was, you know, just fantastic. So glad he was enjoying himself.

Emse was doing some historical reconstruction of some seventeenth century building. Emmett and Rosalie had gone to Europe for a honeymoon. Jasper was learning philosophy at Cornell. Alice meanwhile, had been doing some digging about her own past.

"My name was Mary Alice Brandon. I had a little sister named Cynthia. Her daughter- my niece- is still alive in Biloxi."

Mississippi.

"Did you find out why they put you in. . . that place? What would drive parents to that extreme? Even if their daughter saw visions of the future. . ." Bella asked.

"I couldn't find much about them. I went through all the old newspapers on microfiche. My family wasn't mentioned often; they weren't part of the social circle that made the papers. My parents' engagement was there, and Cynthia's. My birth was announced. . . and my death. I found my grave. I also filched my admissions sheet from the old asylum archives. The date on the admission and the date on my tombstones are the same."

The Cullens had been completely together- Edward was not with them- and they had been spending Spring Break in Denali with Tanya's family.

'Maybe Carlisle and Tanya are together' I thought blandly and was glad that I hadn't dragged Sam up there when I'd wanted to. That would've meant running into Carlisle and Sam probably would've tried killing him.

I sighed, peering out the window.

Once we got to the airport, I quickly made sure that my wig was in place before getting out of the car. Alice quickly bought three tickets to Italy. We would have to make a stop in New York and then board another plane through a connection to Italy.

There were no problems in the airport. People barely looked at me, which was such a relief I could laugh. My passport wasn't even looked at twice. Soon, we were on the plane. Bella's leg was bouncing up and down and Alice muttered, "It's faster than running."

Bella simply nodded.

I pulled out the book I'd brought with me. Yes, I know, I brought a book to save Edward from his demise. But really, if we were going to die, then I wanted to be enjoying a book.

I was reading The Necromancer: The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel. It was the fourth book in a series of six. It truly was a shame that I might not have the chance to finish the series off.

Alice lifted the phone off the back of the seat as the plane rose into the sky while Bella eyed the stewardress. I listened in to see who Alice was talking to. ". . . changing his mind. . . a killing spree through the city, attacking the guard, lifting a car over his head in the main square. . . mostly things that would expose them- he knows that's the fastest way to force a reaction. . . No, you can't! Tell Emmett no. . . Well, go after Emmett and Rosalie and bring them back. . . Think about it, Jasper. If he sees any of us, what do you think he will do?"

Pause.

She nodded, "Exactly. I think Bella and mom are the only chance- if there is a chance. . . I'll do everything that can be done, but prepare Carlisle-" His name sent shocks through my heart, "- the odds aren't good."

She laughed with a catch in her throat, "I've thought of that. . . Yes, I promise. Don't follow me. I promise, Jasper. One way or another, I'll get out. . .And I love you."

My heart caught in my throat. I felt so bad for her.

She hung up and closed her eyes, leaning back in her seat, "I hate lying to him."

I nodded. I hated lying to Sam. There was definitely a chance none of us were getting out of this.

Not that it mattered to me. My parents- dead. My brother Kol- dead. There was Sam and my werewolf sons. . . but they could get along without me. They'd be okay without me. They could survive. Sam had Emily. They had each other.

I rubbed the tattoo on my wrist. I loved them. I truly loved them. They were my family now. I wish I didn't have to leave them.

"Tell me everything, Alice. I don't understand. Why did you tell Jasper to stop Emmett, why can't they come help us?" Bella asked.

"Two reasons. The first I told him. We could try to stop Edward ourselves- if Emmett could get his hands on him, we might be able to stop him long enough to convince him, you're alive. But we can't sneak up on Edward. And if he sees us coming for him, he'll just act that much faster. He'll throw a Buick through a wall or something, and the Volturi will take him down."

She paused, thinking deeply and then added, "That's the second reason of course, the reason I couldn't say to Jasper. Because if they're there and the Volturi kill Edward, they'll fight them. Bella. If there was any chance we could win. . . if there was a way that the four of us could save my brother by fighting for him, maybe it would be different. But we can't, and, Bella, I can't lose Jasper like that."

Especially since he'd spent so much of his life fighting.

"Couldn't Edward hear you, though? Wouldn't he know, as soon as he heard your thoughts, that I was alive, that there was no point to this?" Bella asked in confusion.

"You can lie with your thoughts." I answered quietly.

"Exactly." Alice said sadly. "If you had died, I would still try to stop him. And I would be thinking 'she's alive, she's alive' as hard as I could. He knows that."

Bella gritted her teeth in frustration. I could only imagine her anger. If Carlisle had tried pulling this crap I would be angry too. After all, they didn't want us anymore. They had casted us aside like an unwanted dog that bit to much. Carlisle hadn't even bothered to say good-bye to me.

"If there was any way to do this without you, Bella, mom, I wouldn't be endangering you two like this. It's very wrong of me."

"Don't be stupid. I'm the last thing you should be worrying about. Tell me what you meant, about hating to lie to Jasper." Bella said, shaking her head.

She smiled grimly. "I promised him I would get out before they killed me, too. It's not something I can guarantee- not by a long shot."

"Who are these Volturi?" Bella asked. "What makes them so much more dangerous than Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and you?"

I mostly stopped listening at this point. I knew they were dangerous. Aro could hear every thought in your head with one touch of your body. Marcus could test familial bonds, test and see where they were weak, gauge how strong they are.

There was Jane who could cause pain by looking at you. And then her opposite twin Alec who would cause no feelings at all. Then there was Demetri who could track you down knowing nothing but your name. Felix was as strong as Emmett, maybe stronger. Chelsea keeps the guard together with bonds and can also break bonds. Renata was Aro's shield. Santiago who also possessed great strength. Heidi was a bit of a fisher, able to lure the humans into Volterra for the others to eat.

I shivered, pulling out my earbuds. I drowned myself in babymetal so that I couldn't hear anything else.

I let the heavy metal with cute Japanese little girl voices sing in my head until I felt a jarring motion and realized we had landed in New York. Huh, it had felt rather short.

I pulled out my earbuds as Bella made Alice get up. We ran to get to our connection, but it was worth it as the plane took off almost immediately. I immediately set myself back into Baby metal, trying to fall asleep.

A few minutes- hours really- Alice motioned to both Bella and I excitedly. I groggily extracted my earbuds from my ears, wondering what she was so excited about. Night had fallen outside the windows.

"What's wrong?" Bella muttered.

"It's not wrong. It's right. They're deliberating, but they've decided to tell him no." Alice said with a smile.

That was good?

"The Volturi?" Bella muttered again.

"Of course, Bella, keep up. I can see what they're going to say."

"Tell me."

"Can I get you ladies a pillow?" A male flight attendant asked. I knew my wig was slightly loose so I didn't dare look at him.

"No, thank you." Alice said.

"Tell me." Bella said again.

"They're interested in him- they think his talent could be useful. They're going to offer him a place with them."

"What will he say?" Bella asked curiously while I gingerly fixed the hairline on the red wig. The bun was starting to give me a headache. I would be able to take it off once we were in Italy.

"I can't see that yet, but I'll be it's colourful. This is the first good news- the first break. They're intrigued; they truly don't want to destroy him- 'wasteful,' that's the word Aro will use- and that may be enough to force him to get creative. The longer he spends on his plans, the better for us."

Okay so it was good news. Good.

"Alice?"

"What?"

"I'm confused. How are you seeing this so clearly? And then other times, you see things far away- things that don't happen?" Bella asked curiously.

"It's clear because it's immediate and close, and I'm really concentrating. The faraway things that come on their own- those are just glimpses, faint maybes. Plus, I see my kind more easily than yours. Edward is even easier because I'm so attuned to him."

"You see me sometimes." Bella added.

"Not as clearly." Alice said.

"Clear enough you saw her cliff diving." I grunted.

Bella sighed, "I really wish you could have been right about me. In the beginning, when you first saw things about me, before we even met. . ."

"What do you mean?" Alice asked curiously.

"You saw me become one of you." Bella muttered so quietly I almost missed it. I almost sighed aloud.

Alice did sigh. "It was a possibility at the time."

"At the time." Bella repeated dully.

"Actually, Bella. . . Honestly, I think it's all gotten beyond ridiculous. I'm debating whether to just change you myself." Alice finally said.

I froze and so did Bella.

"Did I scare you? I thought that's what you wanted." Alice asked, confused, staring between the two of us.

"I do! Oh, Alice, do it now! I could help you so much- and I wouldn't slow you down. Bite me!"

"Jesus Bella." I hissed. "Shut up."

"Try to be reasonable." Alice said. "We don't have enough time. We have to get into Volterra tomorrow. You'd be writhing in pain for days. And I don't think the other passengers would react well."

"If you don't do it now, you'll change your mind."

"No. I don't think I will. He'll be furious, but what will he be able to do about it?"

"Nothing at all."

She laughed quietly and then added as an afterthought, "You have to much faith in me, Bella. I'm not sure that I can. I'll probably just end up killing you."

"I'll take my chances." Bella said stupidly.

"You are so bizarre, even for a human." Alice pointed out.

"Thanks." Bella said.

"Oh well, this is purely hypothetical at this point, anyway. First we have to live through tomorrow."

"Good point." Bella sounded excited. She looked sideways at me, "Will you be a vampire?"

I shook my head, "There's no point. Instead of a life time of sickness and suffering, it would just be endless forever suffering. No thanks."

"When you're a vampire, you might capture Carlisle's attention." Bella pointed out. "He wouldn't need distractions."

I scoffed, "Why would I chase a man who doesn't want me? If he doesn't love me as a human then he's not going to love me as a vampire. I shouldn't have to change myself to permanently to get his attention. Besides, Vampires aren't allowed on the Quileute rez so I'd much rather stay human thank you very much."

Bella was silent for a moment, probably lost in her own world again.

I fell back asleep and didn't wake again until the sky was turning pink and orange. I noticed Alice's late night enthusiasm was gone as we started to touch down in Florence, Italy. She was already talking to Bella and I listened in as I stretched, getting ready to exit the plane.

". . .got very close. He changed his mind at the last minute."

"He wouldn't want to disappoint Carlisle. Not at the end." Bella murmured.

"Probably."

"Will there be enough time?" Bella questioned.

"I'm hoping so- if he sticks to his latest decision, maybe." Alice said, but she didn't sound particularly hopeful.

"What is that?" Bella and I asked together.

"He's going to keep it simple. He's just going to walk out into the sun."

I didn't know if it would be enough. There were a lot of things that could be say. Reflective surfaces taped to his skin, glitter, sparkles, diamonds imbedded in his skin- hey rappers did weird things like that all the time- etc. There could be a very good reason for why his skin was sparkling. Grand effects for whatever.

". . . wants the biggest audience possible, so he'll choose the main plaza, under the clock tower. The walls are high there. He'll wait till the sun is exactly overhead."

"So we have till noon?" Bella asked.

"If we're lucky. If he sticks with this decision."

"How far is it from Florence to Volterra?"

"That depends on how fast you drive. . . Bella? Davina?"

"Yes?" We asked together, looking at her. I pulled on my leather jacket, fixing my wig slightly when no one was looking.

"How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?"

I grinned.

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We careened down the road in a bright yellow Porsche. Honestly, I was having the time of my life, beaming, the wind down just slightly to feel the heavy breeze rolling through.

"There's Volterra." Alice announced after about fifteen or so minutes of driving. We'd been weaving in and out of traffic which had been terrifying at first, but I knew Alice wouldn't crash. I wasn't even wearing my seat belt.

I looked over to the see the city that looked like it was built on a mountain. It was all the same tan colour and it looked like a maze of walls and roads and buildings. The main plaza was probably smack dab in the middle, making it a literal maze. The surrounding area was forest of green trees and luscious fields.

We were so totally dead.

Alice drove through the roads, showing me that there were indeed layers to the city. She beeped as she tried not running people over. Everyone jumped out of the way, everyone was also wearing red which was really, really weird.

"Why are they all in red?" Bella asked as Alice moved through a large crowd of people.

"Saint Marcos Day festival." Alice replied with complete indifference, "They're commemorating the expulsion of vampires from the city. It's the perfect setting."

I snorted from the irony.

"The Volturi will never let him reveal himself."

"We have five minutes." Bella was practically crying in the front seat. I could feel my heart beating faster as my stomach churned at the deadline.

"Bella, just breathe." Alice said.

Police officers stopped us at the next check point. "Let's go." I muttered to Bella, throwing my door open. Bella threw her door open as well and we started to run.

"Where are we going?" Bella shouted after me.

"The clocktower of course." I shouted behind me.

Bella and I ran, pushing past people in red as much as we could. We ran up stairs, down alleyways as we searched for the clocktower.

The sun was beating down on us and I stripped off the leather jacket, wishing I'd brought something different so I could just tie it around my waist. Instead, I just held it under my arm as I sprinted, pushing past more people.

Me and Bella came to a stop as we reached a wall of people that were watching a parade go by.

"Come on." I muttered, starting to push through people. If I had to cross the parade to get to my son, I would.

Me and Bella dashed through an opening in the parade, continuing to cut through people. I could see the clock tower in front of us.

Pushing through the crowd of people, we suddenly found ourselves in front of a fountain. 'Well damn' I thought.

The clock hit twelve.

"Fuck." I cursed aloud, jumping up on the fountain, running along the edge of it like a balance beam, except it was wider than a beam.

I could see Edward walking out of the door and I could hear Bella screaming Edward's name behind me.

"Damn you Eddie." I muttered, sprinting towards him. I could hear splashing in the fountain and I knew that Bella was running across the fountain. I leapt off the stone fountain edge as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. Bella suddenly tore past me, water flying off her shoes as he stepped out into the light, tackling him backwards into the church.

Bella and I shoved him together into the clock tower, the doors slamming behind me. "Bella? Mom?"

I huffed, furious now that Edward was alive and in my sights, "You complete arsehole Edward Cullen!"

Edward looked slightly abashed, but he couldn't keep his attention on me for long, turning to Bella instead. I rolled my eyes, leaning against the stone wall. We'd probably have to stay here until night set. I hoped Alice could find us.

Was Bella really going to forgive Edward so quickly? Oh yep, they were kissing. Well damn.

I really hoped we took planes straight back to Forks and then they could go to Alaska to see the others. The last thing I wanted to do was see Carlisle again. The others- fine. My kids- fantastic, Esme- wonderful. Carlisle- fuck me.

Wrong choice of words.

Screw him.

No, wait.

Shit.

Suddenly, there was a noise like an elevator and I looked over to see two pale, male figures making their way over to us.

One was slightly smaller with blond hair while the other was bigger, hulk like, with dark hair.

"I won't be needing your services after all, gentlemen." Edward said, holding Bella close.

"Aro wants to speak with you again." The bigger folk said.

"No rules were broken." Edward protested.

"Nonetheless, we should take this conversation to a more appropriate venue." The smaller man said, looking at me and winking. I raised an eyebrow. Now that he was closer, I saw the blond was more of a dirty brown blond.

"Fine." Edward said. "Bella, Davina, why don't you two go and enjoy the rest of the festival?"

"The girls come with us." The bigger man said.

"Ooh lovely." I snarked under my breath.

"No. You can go to hell." Edward said.

"Eddie." I said sharply, raising an eyebrow.

Alice stepped in at that second, lowering the head scarf she had been wearing. "Come on guys. It's a festival. You wouldn't want to make a scene."

"We wouldn't." The dark haired man said when a third figure appeared. She was mostly definitely blond with large red eyes.

"Enough." She announced, tossing her hood back.

"Jane." Edward whispered.

"Aro sent me to see what was taking so long." Jane said, looking up at the darker haired man, then the lighter, looking at the other three, then me, before turning and going back the way she came. There was a no nonsense air about her and it made Edward follow after, Bella's hand tightly in his own. Alice followed after and I went with them.

The other two vampires waited till I passed by to bring up the rear.

The bigger man held out a red robe for Edward to put on, which he did.

"Go ahead." Jane said as she reached the part where the stairs turned downwards. We walked past and now the three of them were bringing up the rear.

Now that Edward was safe, I truly wasn't scared. We would meet Aro. We would either live or die. Personally, I preferred life, but it truly wasn't the biggest worry if I died. Although, admittedly, I hadn't redeemed myself yet and would probably be going to hell.

Eternal hell.

Lovely.

We finally filed into an elevator. While the others stood upright and stiff, I leaned against the wall. The better looking man, the small one who had winked, was staring at me. I looked back.

"Don't touch. I bite." I said, raising my eyebrows.

He grinned, "Oh, I like you."

I titled my head a little in acknowledgement. Jane snorted up front. The elevator music was horrible.

"Opera. Terrible." I muttered as the doors opened. The man snorted in laughter. The bigger man rolled his eyes.

We stepped into a lobby of sorts, a human woman behind the desk. I was surprised, but perhaps I shouldn't have been.

"Is she human?" Bella asked up front. I was walking between the man that seemed to like me- or at least I amused him- and Alice.

"Yes." Edward said.

"Does she know?" Bella asked after a few seconds.

"Yes." Edward was being quiet, like he didn't want anyone else to hear, which was ridiculous because I could hear which meant the vampires around us certainly could.

"Then why would. . .She wants to be." Bella answered her own question.

"And so she will be." The man next to me said.

"Or dessert." Jane said calmly ahead of us.

I rolled my eyes.

Jane opened up two double doors in front of us and revealed a large room that looked like a dome. In fact, it probably was. There were quite a few windows, but not enough for the light to fully reach the ground and make the vampires around us sparkle.

There weren't many vampires at all, two guards near the door, a young man in the middle of the floor, and three sitting upon thrones up on an altar.

"Sister, they send you out to get one and you come back with two." The vampire who must be Alec said. "And two halves making three. Such a clever girl."

I bit my tongue to keep from making a sarcastic remark.

The vampire sitting upon the middle throne- most likely Aro- stood, throwing his arms out wide. What a happy surprise! Bella is alive after all!" He stepped down the steps as we stopped.

He clapped his hands together, walking with normal speed towards us. Honestly, he wasn't that bad looking. His long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and despite his three thousand year old age, he didn't look a day over thirty. His eyes of course, were red and I liked to image what they would look like if they were golden.

"Isn't that wonderful!" He finished. He reached out for Edwards' hand, "I love a happy ending. They are so rare."

I agreed. They were pretty much nonexistent.

He said something in Italian that I didn't bother understand because- I didn't know Italian. But whatever it was made Aro turn to look at Bella and he said, "Her blood appeals to you so much. . . it makes me thirsty."

I nearly snorted, but kept my attitude. Pretty sure a royal vampire king wasn't the kind of vampire I wanted to piss off.

"How can you stand to be so close to her?"

"It's not without difficulty." Edward responded.

"Yes, I can see that." Aro laughed, still holding Edward's hand. I had thought he only needed to briefly touch it, not hold it for extended periods of time.

I shifted my attention to the two vampires on the other thrones. Caius was even more handsome than in the painting. Not as good as Lucius Malfoy, of course, but still, rather decent. Marcus on the other hand looked like he had never gotten over the English days of King George.

I had clearly missed conversation as Aro turned his eyes to Bella and said, "Fascinating. I would love to see if. . ." He finally dropped Edward's hand, stepping back, "you are an exception to my gifts, as well." He held out his hand. Bella, after some hesitation, stepped forward and gave Aro her hand. "Would you do me the honor?"

I let my gaze wander until it landed on the other vampire again who winked. I smirked and then turned my attention back to Aro who was looking rather perturbed.

"Interesting. I see nothing. I wonder. . ." He turned his back, walking slightly back to his throne, "Let us see if she is immune to all our powers. Shall we, Jane?"

I hesitated for a fraction of an inch. Jane, of course, created pain with her mind. I did not want that to be used on Bella, but at the same time. . . I did not think that it would.

"No!" Edward protested, going to move in front of Bella when I stepped in front of Edward.

"Don't." I warned him. "Edward, stay calm and stay here."

Edward hesitated under my stern gaze and I raised an eyebrow. Jane turned her attention on Bella. Edward went to move and I put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't."

We waited, watching as Jane continued to gaze at Bella. Bella gazed back and nothing happened.

Aro started to laugh. I took it back. It was terribly creepy and I was really starting to dislike him. I let go of Edward's shoulder, moving back into the background.

"Remarkable." Aro said, clapping his hands together. Jane stared at him. "She confounds us all."

Aro turned to me, "And who are you?"

"Davina Michaelson." I replied.

"Ah yes, the Cullen mother." Aro said softly. "Carlisle's mate."

I rolled my eyes. "Not really, but sure."

"And does Edward have difficulty reading your mind?" Aro asked.

"No." I replied.

"Might I?" Aro asked, holding out his hand.

"I quite like my privacy, thank you."

"Mom." Edward hissed under his breath.

I wavered, glancing at him and then at Aro who looked intrigued.

If I was going to tell someone all of my deepest, darkest secrets, this vampire was the last person I wanted to know. Not to mention, Edward would be able to see everything as it flashed through Aro's mind.

It was uncomfortable feeling. Aro would know every moment of my life from the moment I was born to now. He would know about my relationship with Carlisle, what happened with my parents, and how I had nearly killed three different vampires using wooden stakes and a lighter.

"Edward, stay out of his head and mine." I said, holding out my hand.

Aro ignored it, stepping forward, his hands on either side of my face, pressing his lips to mine. I was shocked and froze. Memories flooded my mind. My first step, my fourth birthday party, playing in the ocean with Sam, my Uncle Josh greeting us at Fort Knox, Azim, my first kiss, the bombs, the death, the screaming, and everything else up until this moment.

Aro didn't let go of my hand for a very long time. It was cold, like all vampires hands, and there was a smoothness to it that suggested age. Almost soft.

We stared into each others' eyes before he finally let go. "You have one of the most traumatic lives I have ever seen." Aro whispered. "How do you handle it at such a young age?"

"I'm Davina Michaelson. I survive." I stated flatly.

"Strange, and your blood does not appeal to me, nor anyone else in this room." Aro murmured, almost to himself.

"Pretty sure that's a good thing." I said and I saw the man smile out of the corner of my eye. Felix on the other hand rolled his eyes.

"Indeed, although you were Carlisle's blood singer. . ." Aro said slowly.

"He has a theory that I'm one side of the spectrum for every vampire. Either the side that does crave my blood period or the side where I'm the blood singer. It's just lovely." I said sarcastically.

Aro smiled, bemused, "So what are we going to do with you now?"

"You already know what you are going to do, Aro." Marcus said from his throne, slouching like he didn't know what good posture was.

"They know to much. They are a liability." Caius said.

Well, so much for thinking he was good looking. I'd stick with the guy who seemed to like me.

"That's true." Aro said.

"Okay so, we're liabilities now." I stated, "But when we become vampires, that makes us not liabilities, right?"

Aro looked at me, "I did not realize you planned on becoming a vampire."

"Alice promised Bella to change her after we saved Edward from trying to die." I replied.

Edward shot me a look.

"And yourself?" Aro asked, raising an eyebrow.

I titled my head, thinking. "I told Carlisle to give me a few years. I wanted to be at least twenty five or older."

"And you're twenty now?"

"Almost twenty-one." I responded. "Coming April."

Aro tilted his head to the side, judging me. I looked at Alice, "You could show him."

Alice nodded, taking off her glove, extending her hand to Aro who took it in almost delight. I watched as Aro and Alice stared at each other. "Mesmerizing." Aro responded in an almost breathless whisper, "To see what you have seen. . . before it has happened." Aro moved in front of Bella, "Your gifts will make for an intriguing immortal." He caressed her cheek. I pursed my lips. I wondered what her gift was going to be.

"Go now." Aro said, backing away from us. "Make your preparations."

"Let us be done with this." Marcus said from his throne. "Heidi will arrive any moment." He stood up.

"Right, time to go." I said, hooking my arm through Alice's.

"Thank you for your visit." Marcus said to us.

Right, well at least he was polite.

"We will return the favor. I would advise that you follow through on your promise soon." Caius said, not rising from his throne. "We do not offer second chances."

Wow, just a ray of sunshine.

"Goodbye, my young friends." Aro said in delight to our backs as we exited the room.

"Nice fishing Heidi." The young man said as we passed by a tall vampire wearing a red dress and black gloves with heels. I felt sick, watching the people file past, especially when I saw that there were two children in the group.

"You have children in the group!" I protested as Edward and Alice led me and Bella faster and farther from the group.

The man looked at me, at first amused, and then almost apologetic. "It happens."

I swallowed hard as I heard the screams. Edward and Alice pushed us through the doors, blocking out the screams.

We went up the elevator.

"Which one are you?" I asked the man. "Santiago or Demetri?"

He looked just the faintest surprised that I knew the names and he said, "Demetri."

"Ah, the tracker." I said with a nod.

He smirked. "Indeed I am. And I think you would make a lovely vampire."

"I'm sure." I smirked.

He brushed my cheek lightly as the doors opened.

"Careful," I warned lightly. "I still bite."

He laughed lightly as I exited the elevator.

"Mom, you shouldn't flirt with him." Edward muttered.

"Yes, well as I am single and not seeing anyone, I have every right to flirt with whoever I feel like." I muttered.

Technically, the Volturi weren't bad people. I supposed if I did become a vampire, I could always come back here. I could see a life as part of the guard, specifically alongside Demetri. But then again, I don't think that would help with my attempts at redemption.

I knew all three of them would be curious about what Aro had meant about my life, but it wasn't any of their business. Edward was safe. Him and Alice would go back to Denali with their family, leaving us alone again.

I wondered if the wolves had caught Victoria yet, or if when we disappeared, she went too.

We caught another plane out of Florence- I had redone my red wig as I had taken it off once we'd landed in Florence the first time.

We landed in Rome and I called Sam.

Emily was the one who picked up, "Davina? Are you alright? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm on my way home. I need Sam to pick me up at the airport. Or any of the boys for that matter. We land early in the morning, I have no idea what time it is there right now. I just thought you should know."

"Okay, I'll pass along the message." Emily said, sounding exhausted.

"Thanks Em."

I hung up, leaving the bathroom and rejoining Edward, Alice, and Bella as we got ready to board the long flight from Rome to Atlanta.

I fell asleep during the flight as I was exhausted, dreaming about bombs, running, screaming, and vampires.

I woke up with a headache, feeling sicker than I had in days. I drank a sprite to keep it down. Once we landed in Atlanta, I hurried to the bathroom to throw up and once the plane from Atlanta to Seattle was ready to leave, I felt better.

I fell asleep on this flight as well, feeling well rested when I woke up as the flight landed.

Edward, Alice, and Bella were the first off the flight and then Jasper was there, standing in front of Alice.

Aw shit, the family was here.

I looked around quickly, ignoring the blond and red head in the corner. I couldn't deal with Carlisle right now.

"Davina!" I heard a familiar young voice call.

I broke out in a grin, seeing Seth, Jared, and Sam there. I ran over to them, hugging them all fiercely. "Hey guys."

"Why are you wearing a red wig?" Seth asked in confusion. I took it off, stuffing it in my bag along with my fake passport.

"No reason." I lied. "Are you ready to go home?"

"Sure." Sam said, glaring over my shoulder.

"Sam, ignore them." I muttered.

"Are you alright?" Jared asked in concern.

"Yep, just flirted with a few vampires, saved Edward's life, no big deal."

"Alright, well come on mom." Jared said.

"Wait," I paused, really taking in the fact that Seth was here with Sam. I looked from Seth to Sam and then poked Seth's right arm. "Do you have a tattoo there?"

"Oh yeah." Seth grinned, "It's honestly so awesome."

"What colour wolf are you?" I asked.

"Grey." Seth said excitedly. "Leah's one too."

"What!" I exclaimed.

Sam slung an arm around my shoulder, "You smell terrible."

"Thank you ugly." I muttered. "Come on, let's go."

Carlisle P.O.V.

My anxiety swelled as Davina stepped off the plane, looking more beautiful than ever. I felt better than I had in months and I took a moment to see just how sick she was. She was thin, the unhealthy kind of thin, and she didn't give us the time of day, heading straight for the wolves when she landed.

Alice and Edward hesitated, noting my reaction.

"She thinks you hate her." Alice said, sounding apologetic, glancing between Edward and myself. "I think. . . I think you have some things you need to tell both of them Edward."

Edward looked completely ashamed of himself, but was more focused on Bella than anything else, "Yeah, I will."

That wasn't comforting at all.

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linawritesocs · 1 year ago

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[ 🤍𝐭𝐰𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐜: 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 ❤️]

NEW OC!! WOOO!!

it probably doesn't make much sense for me to make new ocs anymore since.. uh. i don't really want to write anything for them rn and i just see this blog as a place to store my twst oc art in, but hey! here, have new sillies that will appear in my art from now on.

this little guy is based on.. well, the painted roses from alice in wonderland! yes, this is the third rose boy of mine. yes. what do you want from me, it's hard to come up with unique disney counterparts and i also thought that this concept is really cool.

anyway, you can read his profile under the cut!

name: darren redleaf (ダレン・レッドリーフ)

age: 18 y/o

gender: male

species: human

birth date: september 29

zodiac sign: libra

height: 176 cm

hair color: white with light coral highlights

eye color: tea green

homeland: queendom of roses

family: father and mother

school: night raven college

dorm: heartslabyul

school year: third

occupation: student

club: science club

best subject: art

dominant hand: left

favorite food: strawberry tarts, because riddle likes them

least favorite food: candied violets, because trey likes them

hobbies: gardening, painting

talent: knowing all the latest trends

unique magic: "red rose or white rose?" darren's unique magic controls two more darrens: one of them has red hair and the other one has white hair and both of them are called "red rose" and "white rose" respectively. "red rose" is mean, loud, doesn't care about the feelings of others and is a huge troublemaker. "white rose" is a gentle, soft and caring person, who is very polite and puts others' feelings and needs before his own. he's very obedient and never questions other people's actions and orders. darren can turn into one of them, using his unique magic, and other people won't be able to recognize that it's actually darren and will believe that it's a completely different person. but if somebody knows about darren's unique magic, his magic won't work on them and they'll still be able to see his "real" self. darren's transformation depends on what he has learned about the "preferences" of a specific person and if he thinks they prefer someone more gentle, he'll turn into white rose and if he thinks they prefer someone more mean, he'll pick red rose. if darren keeps using his unique magic for too long, his memories will start to become blurry and he can start questioning his identity, not being sure if he's darren, red rose or white rose right now.

dislikes: people who are way too close with riddle, most heartslabyul students

personality: darren has a very good reputation among heartslabyul students. he's kind, he's polite, he makes sure everyone is doing okay and he also knows all 810 rules of this dorm, so he's able to stop someone from accidentally (or not really) breaking them. he's often teased for being a nerd though because of him being lowkey obsessed with those rules and a lot of students find it shocking that he actually does follow all of them. he has a soft, almost honey-like voice and his aura is able to calm almost anyone down. he also somehow knows everything about everyone's likes and dislikes, to the point that it's.. kinda concerning, since he can guess some people's type or crush and he won't need merrill's unique magic for that. but sometimes you can see darren just sitting and staring into nothingness and not making any sounds, some people are not even sure if he's breathing when that happens. if you try to make him pay attention to you when he's doing that, he will act a bit strange and will ask what's going on. sometimes he can literally just start listing some heartslabyul's rules before he's finally able to remember where he is right now and who he's talking to. but overall, he never causes any trouble. he always knows what everyone wants from him and he gives it to them. you don't have to worry about him. he won't break any rules. he is very, very obedient.

notable relationships:

so, why is darren so obsessed with heartslabyul's rules? well.. the reason is simple. he actually was friends with riddle, trey and chenya back when they were younger. he was the third friend that riddle made. he was the quiet friend. he was the friend that often couldn't be there to play with them simply because he had no energy for that, even though he really wanted to see them. and.. he eventually became the friend that nobody remembered. when he started attending nrc, trey needed some time before he remembered who darren was. but in the end, trey was able to remember who darren was. riddle wasn't. in fact, darren didn't even know most things that trey and chenya knew about riddle. for example, he didn't know anything about his relationship with his mother. so when riddle stopped hanging out with trey and chenya, darren finally was able to start spending more time with them, but he didn't know the reason why riddle was no longer there. and trey and chenya thought that he already knew. so naturally, darren started to think that it was his fault and that riddle is avoiding him. but it's okay! it's okay, they're together again now. it's okay, darren will memorize all the rules just to impress riddle. it's okay, darren will tell him which students broke the rules this time to make riddle praise him. it's okay, darren will figure out which rose riddle prefers and if it's truly the red one. it's okay. it's okay, darren won't mess up this time. he will fix their relationship. everything will be fine. they'll be friends again.

no, darren does not like trey, even though they really were friends and he did like him when they were kids. but now darren thinks that him and riddle are a little bit too close. can't trey just leave riddle alone at least for a second and let darren become closer with him? what, is he in love with him or something? oh, okay, sorry, sorry, he just got a little.. annoyed, haha. also, he feels like trey is hiding something from him. he knows so much about riddle and darren knows so little. but it's okay, darren knows that he's the best friend riddle could ever wish for. and he won't let trey steal that title from him.

hm? what does he think about chenya?.. he's fine. mostly. he goes to a different school anyway, so he doesn't appear that often and that means he's not as close with riddle as darren, so he doesn't have to think about him as a rival. honestly, if darren had to choose, he'd rather become closer with chenya rather than trey. he feels like he doesn't have to pretend like he's somebody else around him and he doesn't have to "change its color" for him.

yes, he doesn't like seth. just who does he think he is? riddle would never like a guy like him, right? seth is so arrogant, so annoying, so noisy, he breaks as many rules as he can, he can quit literally anything at any moment just because he finds it boring and his style is so.. again, riddle would never like someone like him, right? and if he does.. w-well, m-maybe darren will have to turn into a red rose for him.

fun facts:

he actually kinda admires hayden and he can see right through his lies, but they rarely interact exactly because hayden knows that darren understands him too well. and also because hayden knows that the best way to manipulate him would be just.. turning into an exact copy of riddle. and he doesn't want to do that.

it's hard to say if what he feels for riddle is romantic or platonic. darren thinks that his feelings are platonic, but some students feel like that's not the case and it's definitely something stronger. i see his feelings as just pure obsession and an extremely strong desire to serve him and be by his side. nothing more, nothing less. it doesn't mean that darren would be against going on a date with him or being kissed by him though.

darren gets a little too excited when he sees riddle punishing the rulebreakers, to the point that he can just start laughing and/or blushing. the thought of riddle punishing darren himself both terrifies him and excites him just as much and he even screamed like a fangirl when he imagined it once.

he wears a necklace that's supposed to resemble thorns and it really is very sharp and even when he's still wearing it, when you look closely, you can see the red marks that it leaves on his skin. he doesn't even notice them though and finds it comfortable.

him and allen are definitely very similar (their names even sound almost the same in japanese sjdksldl), but still, when it comes to love and other feelings, they're very different. again, what darren feels for riddle is mostly just obsession and not romantic love, meanwhile allen cares A LOT about romance and it's his life's main purpose. also, darren doesn't really have any close friends even though his reputation is so good, meanwhile allen is hated and/or feared by almost everyone, but he still does have some friends (like jay). and darren is okay with throwing his entire personality away (has he ever had "his own" personality?..) for someone he likes, meanwhile allen would rather force his crush to accept him no matter what kind of person he is.

darren joined the science club to keep an eye on trey.

his hobbies are a reference to the roses being painted: it makes sense for him to like things like gardening and painting, though i don't think he's that passionate about them. i think it's just something he does to appear "normal".

azul is trying to become closer with him because of how smart darren is and even kinda wants him to transfer to octavinelle, because someone like him could be very useful, but darren just ignores him every time.

the reason why his talent is "knowing all the latest trends" is simple: he has to know what kind of people and what kind of things other people like so that it's easier for him to use his unique magic on them.

#“wow lina. another yandere character. you are so creative.” yes.#WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME THEY ARE SO FUN TO WRITE #THEY ARE SO FUN TO EXPLORE. WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM MEEEEEE #also idk something about the concept of riddle having a third childhood friend that was forgotten is so. something about it breaks my heart #but also makes me go “OHHHHHHH 👀👀👀”#again i don't ship him with riddle! i just see their relationship as something interesting to explore and think about #but i'd love to ship darren with someone <3 he deserves it #still not over his design somehow having both hello kitty and my melody vibes #(hey.. what if.. fragaria memories ocs-)#also. i hate coming up with last names but then i just. remembered rollo's name and went #“ykw. i doubt that they cared much when they came up with his name. so why should i care”#lina draws ocs #[ ✧ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟 ✧ ]

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ballnnchainn · 1 year ago

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few questions:

how do you feel about erics natal chart? did anything rly stick out to you?

would eric have enjoyed compliments and verbal affection more than physical? he seemed very needy physically (as any inexperienced teenager would) but i read somewheres that while in his relationship with the girl he dated 20 times, it wasnt touchy at all and that he was very, very respectful towards girls; i dont think he minded it not being physically affectionately based, but i figured id ask

erics natal chart… honestly, i need to learn way more about astrology in general. first of all, astrology aside, whoever made that chart that goes around online… eric was born in wichita, kansas not plattsburgh, new york!!! that always irks me, lol. also, i dont know where they got his birth time from so we should take it with a grain of salt. but honestly, aries sun, cancer moon & scorpio rising pretty much says it all. i mean i could just look at that and say “yep thats eric”. if we assume his chart is true… the other thing id point out is that he has a lot of aries placements and 6 fire placements overall. are we shocked? i dunno, i need to learn more.

eric definitely appreciated praise. heres some quotes from his journal: “if people would give me more compliments all of this might still be avoidable..” “you people could have shown more respect, treated me better, asked for my knowledge or guidance more, treated me more like a senior..”. i think eric would’ve probably really liked both.. but i think what he needed more was the actual praise. wayne harris was pretty strict as a military parent (if you know, you know) and i doubt eric even got praise on a daily basis. he also hated how he looked. being complimented wouldve given him a very much needed self esteem boost.

the girl he dated like 20 times or more was sasha jacobs. id have to go back and read what she said again, but i do remember on the date he had with susan dewitt (prom night 99) he was super respectful of her and only put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. if a girl didnt want a touch, absolutely eric wouldve backed off immediately. i think being with someone, talking about deeper things, and actually being treated like a human being wouldve been most important to him.

#mine

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despair-to-future-arcs · 3 months ago

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I mean, the house is abandoned so really who cares?

Well maybe, still I don't feel right about breaking and entering into someone's house...it feels wrong to me...

*CLICK!*

Oh, is it open now...?

Yep, we can get in now!

Wow, good job now time to see what we can discover...

*As then the group walk in, they came into an apartment that was dusty and left alone for years*

Wow, this place is cover in dust, it looks like it hasn't been clean in years; we better look around.

Then we all better start looking around and see what we can learn...

*Harumi looks around the room, as he heads to his bedroom...*

There a lot of fishing gear here, I guess he must be a fishermen of sorts...

Oh like grandpa was? I never try fishing before but it must of been fun...

I mean yeah, I did remember he use to bring a lot of fish and your grandma often acted like a serial killer when cutting them up; I think she mostly did it to freak me out but I always found it funny.

*As then Harumi walk over and spots a journal* Looks like he's written somethings down...

*Harumi open it and saw a page*

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Date: Febuary 23rd, 1992

'I rush over to the hospital as fast as my legs could carry me, I was at the docks getting a haul in but then my son-in-law inform me Kiyono was giving birth. I had to drop everything; I was inform that there might be complications so I ran over.

When I came when family was allow, there he was; Tetsuhiko...my grandson and even Kiyono is alive - I couldn't believe it, she made it through, I'm so proud of her and I have a grandson - he really does take after me, I even got to hold Tetsuhiko as well.

Maybe I can teach him fishing one day, I'm sure he'll like it...'

Date: March 1st, 1992

'Doctors were still worry about my daughter and Tetsuhiko's health so they stay for a week, I let Yoshihiko, my son-in-law stay with me for a few days to get his nerves settle - poor guy was so damn worried about the whole thing.

He didn't want to lose his wife, I was inform that due to past health concerns; Kiyono was likely going to die from child birth which almost seem certain, I still wonder what happen, it was some type of miracle...

However when I was inform that Kiyono and Tetsuhiko were going home, it seems Yoshihiko had just won the lottery; it was such good luck and honestly I was happy for him - it'll be a nice surprise for Kiyono to hear, they always had trouble with money.'

Date: March 2nd, 1992

'Kiyono and Tetsuhiko came home, She decided to rest as I heard mother's tend to deal with some baby blues or something, not really sure of the term but instead to my shock, Kiyono was fine - in fact she was better then ever.

The Doctor's inform her that she was cure of any previous sicknesses and seem completely fertile which was almost too good to be true...

Tetsuhiko... you really brought luck to our home, huh?'

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Mom...is...is this his journal?

Looks like it, seems he wrote down quite a bit from the sounds of it, it's almost depressing...

It seems Yasuyuki wanted to do a lot with him but never got to, poor guy...I feel sorry for him...

Indeed and given how his daughter and son-in-law turn out, I feel... bad for him...

#dr #danganronpa #dtfa #despair to future arc #ds:rw #despair side: re write #ds ep 11 #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #kairi sugimoto #hajime hinata #harumi nanami #anonymous

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darkdevasofdestruction · 6 months ago

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Chapter 1 - A Strange New World

"Konnichiwa! Watashi wa Hasashi Kitsune desu, yoroshiku onegaishimasu!" that's how it all began, really. Just a small, yet impossible to understand introduction from the red haired transfer girl. "...Did you just curse me?" the brunette girl, dressed in green robes, asked, her eyebrow arched, very confused. "No, no, I'm sure she sneezed or somethin'. Uh... Gesundheit." the older, brunet boy with crooked front teeth, who was clearly in his final years spoke out with a smirk.

"No, you idiots, didn't you pay attention?" a snobbish pale boy with platinated blond hair, crystal-like blue eyes, and a noble allure, scoffed at the imbeciles surrounding him. He was definitely the leader of the group, the girl noted. "She said... Kitsune something something. I'm sure she was introducing herself to us. You do know English, don't you?" the boy extended his hand for her to shake. "O-Oh, yes, I am sorry! Sometimes I do not realise I speak in my own language. I have not been here for long, you see... In fact, I got here barely a week ago." she cursed herself mentally, whilst using her sweetest soft voice. "My name is Hasashi Kitsune. It is great meeting all of you, and I hope we will get along well! Please take care of me!" with a bright smile, albeit, a bit shy, she bowed slightly to all of them, in sign of peace. "Huh, culture shock. Here, people don't bow to others. You'll learn soon." the boy who introduced himself as Draco Malfoy, explained to her, as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and straightened her up. "Ah... Right, here you call each other by your... Given name, right? Not the family one." she let out an embarrassed chuckle. "So... It would not be improper to call you Draco, yes? And you can call me Kitsune!" on her pale face, complimenting her beautiful pink outfit, a blush painted her cheeks gracefully, as if she herself was a most innocent and beautiful peony. "You learn fast. Are you from a pureblood family, then? I don't think anything less than a half-blood would be sent to Slytherin." the boy with platinum hair muttered, fixing the girl carefully with his eyes. "I am not sure how pureblood works around here... But, if it makes for anything, I am sort of a Princess. You see, back in the 16th century, there lived a great daimyo - Uh, a Warlord, if you will - He was a samurai... A warrior, the lord of the North of Japan. He was so strong and ruthless, he was called the One-Eyed Dragon of Oshu. Date Masamune was his name. His wife gave birth to a daughter, and she was their most beloved child. And down her line, only girls were born, each of them having this hair ornament as a gift from the mother... And this katana from Masamune himself. There are many children from Date Masamune's bloodline, but I belong to the main branch, so... I am a bit more privileged."

the red haired girl laughed merrily as the others around her looked with wide, shocked eyes, albeit, a bit confused, but still fixed on the whole idea of having such a bright princess in front of them. In fact, she looked like the most beautiful and pure flower of Spring. A Princess amongst their ranks - That single notion was solely what they cared about. Her blood status. "Ehh, you're a Princess? That's so cool! What's it like being a Princess? Do you have lots of clothes? And live in a castle? Do you have tons of servants too?" the brunette girl called Pansy kept rambling on and on. "Parkinson, calm down, she's a foreigner. She may need some time to process what you're saying. You speak too fast." Marcus put his hand on top of her head to get her to shut up already. "Don't mind her, Princess. Anyway, if anyone gives you a tough time, you come to me, alright? I'll deal with them. After all, Slytherins are one big family, right~?" Draco's low, yet confident chuckle seemed to seep into the group's ears easily, as they all smiled at her very welcoming. "Is that so!" Kitsune exclaimed with glee. "That is so lovely! My bloodline treasures tradition, duty and family above all - You all are so kind and welcoming, I already feel right at home! Thank you so much for this, I hope I will not be bothering you." were all princesses as polite and sweet as she was? Draco wondered, as he analysed her with a half smirk on his face, as he realised he had one more person in his gang, not even bothering to listen to Dumbledore's incredibly boring speech for the 2nd time.

While Parkinson and Bullstrode kept fangirling over the newcomer and pestering her with a million questions per second, the young Malfoy heir laid back a little, observing the girl. Her hair was long past heir waist, and tied neatly at the end with a pink ribbon; In the light of the Great Hall, her hair was shining red, like an Azalea flower kissed by fire, and far more beautiful than a nymph. Her skin was flawless, like that of an antique porcelain doll, and her clothes, although odd for this country, suited her incredibly well - Such a delicate shade of pink, like the petals of a pink rose, wrapped around her and highlighting her noble allure. That, and the dangling flowery ornament placed so tactfully in her hair, the only jewellery she wore - And she needn't any more. Draco has seen plenty Purebloods whilst growing up - His family was, after all, just as their Common Room password, Toujours pur - Yet he could say, with his hand over his heart, never once had he seen a living being radiating so perfectly, like an innocent fairy that could do no wrong. Her fingers were long and slender, her nails were long with a slight claw-like sharpness, her hands were delicate and the way she was using the eating utensils were graceful - Never once had he thought he could call eating 'elegant'. Her posture, her smile, the way there was not a single strand of hair out of place, the careful way she was carrying herself and even the inflections in her voice... All of them came together to create this Gift of God, a perfect specimen of pure beauty.

Kitsune was, indeed, deserving of the title of Princess.

However, above all, there was one thing that stood out to Draco more than anything - It was her eyes - A perfect shade of Aquamarine, a little blue and a little green, so unique and sparkling like the most precious gem; They were twinkling with so many emotions... And when they looked his way, and locked with his own... Draco felt warmth rising in his cheeks and his heart beating in his chest. Charming. Enchanting. Heart-stealing. Those eyes of hers... They were absolutely mesmerising, capturing him like a siren's melody kissing away the life of a most lovestruck sailor lost at sea.And he was afraid he would soon become her next victim.

The day had been so stressful for the young girl - The nerves were killing her - The whole train ride she was alone... She was standing out like a sore thumb. The only colourful thing in a dark, bleak train. The United Kingdom had its share of green spots, alright... But nothing could prepare her for the monochrome feeling of melancholy and nostalgia she would feel. So lonely... Everything looked so cold and lonely...

She missed home, clearly. She missed the always-blooming Cherry Blossoms and Plum Blossoms from Mahoutokoro, she missed her little flower garden from grandma's home, and she missed the festivals where she'd dress up as a Kitsune in one of her rich, Princess kimonos and perform either sword dances, fan dances or play the flute. She missed the colours from back home... And the shrines. This didn't feel right... She was far away from home... From Masamune's land...

Kitsune almost felt as if nobody wanted to join her because she was so different and she knew very well how people were so afraid of things that are even the slightest thing different from the norm.

As soon as she stepped out of the train, the 12 year old girl followed directions, going on the boat with the other 1st years, as she, too, had to be sorted... And eventually given a set of robes. She heard tales of the Giant Squid from the Black Lake, but she couldn't care less. All she could do was look at the mirror-like sheen of the water, as the silver moonlight reflected into the dark water, creating brilliant zircons - And she let her fingers delicately glide the surface of the water, distorting the reality shown... Just as her own reality has been distorted.

There was a stern attitude to this tall, slender woman who, most likely, was a teacher as well, and she guided them to this huge Great Hall... But she could hear the whispers, the gasps, the talks... All of them wondering why was she there... Who was she, anyway? Then... The first years were so mesmerised by the beauty of this Great Hall... But what was so spectacular about it, anyway?

Mahoutokoro was much more beautiful. When she was sorted into her House - the Sakura House, ironically - flower petals were falling down from the ceiling, and it was bright and sunny inside. The Hall had turned into a gorgeous and flowery garden after her sorting - Only to change to another scenery with the next student. Here, it's dark, it's night... And so cold and gloomy... It felt like a dungeon jail. She wanted to go out, to feel the cold breeze on her skin, and she wanted to hug a tree, to plant a flower, to dance to the sound of the forest and its critters.

Alas... She was stuck here.

Not too fast, not too late either, she heard her name being called - Hasashi Kitsune - Oh, how she wanted to change her name... Hasashi... Yes, beautiful name, very strong, and yet... Date Kitsune.... Masamune's own kin... She was proud of who she was - Sometimes, she'd even think herself vain. She didn't care that she was a Princess, she cared about her heritage, about the Samurai bloodline, and the honour she had to bring her family - The honour she wanted to bring Masamune.

She wanted to become great like him, the Fire Fox of Oshu, maybe, or something astounding like that, but until then...

"Hasashi Kitsune, she will join the 2nd years. She is a transfer student from Mahoutokoro, so please, treat her well and make sure she gets used to our culture." the woman spoke as Kitsune had to walk up on the pedestal, and the only thing she could think about as she watched the teachers, and then, she looked over at the boring black dots sorted into four tables, she realised how dull and weird the British-Wizard fashion was. What a dreadful mess.

As she stepped on the 3-legged stool, she let the pointy hat be put on her head, and she heard it talk... It had to be telepathic, clearly, since she heard it naught before.

"Ahh, a transfer student, hadn't had one of you in a while. In fact, you're the first one from Mahoutokoro. I can see you harbour great sadness and nostalgy in your heart... And at such a young age. Yes, I can see, you are proud of your heritage, and you would do anything to achieve your goal. You are strong, and fearless, yet you choose to mask your fierceness under this delicate facade of politeness. I can see that's how you were taught, and yet, this teaching seems to be suiting you. Very intelligent as well, a lot of ambition, and a strict follower of tradition and duty... Clearly, there's no other house perfect for you than....... SLYTHERIN!" ah, yes, it just had to shout out the house's name in her ear.

"Arigatou." she thanked the hat as it got taken off, then turned to bow at it quickly, and went to the only table that clapped and cheered...

Well, she liked green, at least... It brought out her eyes really nicely.

She carefully stepped in front of the table, meekly looking around, only to see a blond boy pushing one of the bigger boys away from him and motioning for her to take a seat next to him. Who'd have thought someone would actually go out of their way to chat with her? To help her fit in? Clearly, she didn't expect that... So, then, she had to pull that Princess facade the hat spoke about, and make herself be liked.

Perhaps a group of friends... Or at least acquaintances, were exactly what she needed to take her mind away from the loneliness that tainted her heart. And so... A lovely chat began...

That evening, they chose to rest, since the next day school was going to start full force, and they needed all the strength they could gather, and the chatting and getting to know each other could go through the year with no problem. Breakfast went by excruciatingly fast, and Kitsune's nerves were killing her, she was so nervous, having to meet all teachers one by one now, and she had to make a great impression. She wanted the teachers to be impressed with her, she knew her robes were turning golden very soon, she always had top marks in all her subjects...

But, this day didn't start out very well... They didn't have Herbology as an actual subject back in Mahoutokoro, instead, they would take care of what others would call them "muggle" plants. Children were encouraged to plant and take care of their own flowers in the garden, it was a symbol of diligence and patience, something everyone should have - So, clearly, she wasn't all that familiar with taking care of most magical plants, and there she was, afraid of getting some kind of oral pop quiz and embarrassing herself.

"Come on, don't worry so much, it's gonna be alright! Sprout is the Head of the Hufflepuff house, she's one of the nicest teachers around, trust me. Her and Flitwick, Charms' teacher. You'll be fine." Pansy patted her shoulder, encouraging the girl, who merely nodded and sighed, softly hitting her chest with her fist.

"If I cannot do even something and mediocre as fighting my own fears, than I do not deserve to be Masamune's kin. Let us go. I will not let some stupid plants get to me." Kitsune scoffed, following her new brunette friend, and thus, followed her actions by putting on a very ugly, neutral coloured cape. Not a bad decision, considering she wouldn't want to soil her beautiful pink robes... For as long as she'll wear them, at least.

She held her hands in tight fists, her jaw clenched as she waited for the teacher to arrive in the humid and warm, incredibly cramped greenhouse, where everyone was standing in front of a pot... The girl couldn't help but feel judgemental, thinking back at how pristine clean and luxuriant everything felt back at home.

Then, just as she side-eyed everything with a sort of arrogant allure, a short and stout woman, kinda looking like a smiling pumpkin, walked in, welcoming everyone in a hurried way, telling them they would be repotting mandrakes.

Blinking, she felt bad for judging this place so harshly, this woman seemed to have a nice aura around her. After all, plants can feel people's auras, and they wouldn't grow and bloom so beautifully around people who emanate negative vibes - She was sure of that, and she learnt that since she was young. She really loved flowers.

"Sensei, may I answer, please?" with a soft, timid smile, Kitsune leaned forward a bit, raising her hand mid-way to announce her presence, not being familiar with how things were around this place.

"Ah, you're the new girl, how lovely! Miss Hasashi, yes? Did you have Herbology back in your school?" oh, she's actually interested in her culture and education?! And she remembered her name so quickly! My, she's flattered! "O-Oh, yes, that is my name, thank you for remembering it! I love all kinds of plants and flowers, however, we didn't have this kind of Herbology as a class back home. Instead, since we start school at 7 years old, and we finish at 18, we are encouraged to plants any kind of plant we want, be it a tree, a flower, a bonsai... Anything - In the School's flower garden - And we are encouraged to properly attend to its every need. It does not only test our patience, hard-work and diligence, but it teaches you that the gentler and kinder you are to any living being, the more beautiful it will grow!"

Draco looked at the girl as she spoke, and realised the way she pronounced some words - Some letters, in fact - Sounded melodic, albeit in a strange, foreign way. Her difficulty in properly pronouncing the 'R' letter was amusing, yet it seemed to suit her very well. He didn't care much about what she had to say, however, the way the Greenhouse suddenly started glowing thanks to her seemed to attract his attention.

"How fascinating! That is completely true for all plants, be it muggle or magical ones, and just as you said, for all living beings! I would have loved to have a sweet student such as you in my own House, alas, Professor Snape will have that privilege. Anyhow, go ahead and answer the question, please." the professor nodded with a kind smile seeing the petite girl giving such a kitten-like smile, despite the obvious shyness she presented, and yet, the way she spoke wasn't meek - It wasn't stuttery, nor awkward, like say - Longbottom or Weasley.

Despite being soft-spoken, she was sure of every word she said - A certain kind of confidence that wasn't arrogant, nor Know-It-All - It was the kind of leadership confidence that would inspire others and that, Sprout knew, was very hard to find nowadays, and she wondered whether that was a culture difference, or if it was simply how she was.

"Mandrake, also known as Mandragora, in the magical world, is used to create a potion that can return those who have been petrified, back to their original state. However, in the... Muggle world, as you call it, the root can be used to treat several illnesses, such as stomach ulcer, colic, convulsions, rheumatism, it can trigger vomiting, it can be used as a sedative of sorts, and reduce pain, whilst the leaves can be used to create an extract and heal skin ulcers. However, it can also do bad things, since, if you are not careful, its cry can be fatal to those who hear it." Kitsune spoke out, and one girl from her line, with pretty, bushy chestnut hair and doe-like, very kind eyes, looked at her with sparks and admiration -

She only learnt textbook stuff, all the magical things from the books she had for school, and yet, this transfer student could be an intellectual rival to her! Was she a half-blood? Could that be why she's so well-versed in both worlds? Oh, this little Gryffindor was so eager to get to know her better! She didn't seem snobbish, nor mean, like the rest of the Green-Robed horde she had to encounter in the past year.

"Excellent, Miss Hasashi, absolutely excellent! 15 points to Slytherin! Are you perhaps interested in becoming a Healer, my dear?" the teacher asked, very impressed at the vast knowledge, yet, she was well aware that this plant they were studying today has been documented since ancient times and everyone, muggle or not, would know at least a little bit about it.

"Oh, yes, actually, I am! I am interested in many things, however, Healing I find a very important skill to be knowledgeable in, and I hope I will succeed and be able to cure and take away the pain of as many living beings as possible!" with a crystalline giggle, she clasped together her hands to her chest, almost bouncing in her spot from excitement getting to talk - Even if just a little bit - About the things she's so interested in. In fact...

Kitsune had to admit, no matter how much of a sin it may be, she loved to be the center of attention - Only if it was positive, obviously.

"I am sure the Medical field is going to benefit greatly from having someone like you to aid them! Well then, moving on. As our Mandrakes are still only seedlings, their cries won't kill you... Yet. But they could knock you out for hours, which is why I have given you earmuffs, for auditory protection. So, could you please put them on, right away? Quickly. Flaps tight down, and watch me closely." as Kitsune put on her very ugly earmuffs, she could feel the Fashion Police screeching in agony, yet at the same time, she was focusing her hearing so she could hear the instructions and correlate them to the teacher's actions...

Not that it was a big deal. However, she didn't very much like the idea of having to do anything that required strength, in particular, the upper body, as the Fox-like girl preferred to use agility and speed, rather than brute strength which she very much lacked... As seen when she sometimes struggles to open water bottle caps... In front of others.

Her bright, gem-like eyes attentively watched the mandrake being repotted, only for one of the students, one that very much resembled a Nezumi... A small, meek mouse... To faint at the almost-grotesque look of the mandrake root, that looked like a deformed baby.

As the saying goes, Monkey Says - Monkey Does, and thus, the students were then urged to repeat as they saw, and Kitsune chose to go quickly and get rid of this job, but as she was done, she heard a grunt from her left - Her new friend, Draco, after laughing at the ugly plant, stuck his finger in its mouth, only for it to bit him.

"Oh, dear, that is no good!" with a soft gasp, the girl firmly grasped the mandrake's mouth, and dug into it from the sides with her thumbs, prying it open - Thankfully, it opened its mouth quickly, letting the boy rescue his finger - And the girl carefully potted the plant, letting out an exhale, before taking off her own gloves, and his, carefully cradling his injured hand. "Does it hurt, Draco? Are you alright?" she asked worriedly, seeing the red finger, she tapped it with the tips of her fingers and muttered a quick Episkey, healing the inflammation. "Any better?"

"Huh... You'll be a good Healer in the future. Yeah, I'm good, thanks. It still hurts a bit, but it's nothing big." he muttered, blinking as he examined his perfectly cured finger.

"Well... There you go." as the girl held his hand in both of hers, soft like clouds, he realised, so graceful and delicate as only a Princess would, she raised his hand to her mouth, and he watched with wide eyes and mouth agape as he saw her kissing his knuckles. "Obaa-sama... Uhm... Granny, I mean... She taught me when I was a child that you can take away the pain by kissing the place where you got hurt... It sort of acts as a charm, you could say. Not the type taught in magic school, I mean. Such a cute, little thing done from one person to another. So, I am doing it to you. I hope the pain will go away soon, Draco." the girl smiled, and for him, it seemed like the moment lasted for a hundred lifetimes.

He felt stuck in that exact second, and he wished for a spell to be invented to stop time, so he could stay like this with her. All this time, in this short time on Earth, he received love from his mother, and he held her so dear to his heart. And now, he had the luck to have this stranger behave so nicely to him. Not an obsessive and annoying kind of nice, like Parkinson, when she'd always bug him, but one where it gave him the space to not feel smothered, but when needed, it would come by and caress your heart, like a warm, Spring breeze. "Your people are very different from ours. But I guess it worked. I feel much better. Come now, let's get out of here before I lose my hearing to some stupid dirt baby thing. We have Potions now, with our Head of the House, Professor Snape. You're gonna love him. He takes kindly to those who are diligent and obviously interested in the subject, like you. Just... Don't be intimidated by him. Stay around me, and you'll be good." Ha... He's so cocky, Kitsune thought... Does she really seem like someone who needs constant protection?

How amusing. I bet when he'll have the sharp blade of my katana at his throat, slowly digging into his skin, feeling small droplets of blood falling down, he won't feel the same, the girl thought to herself, covering her mouth with her long haori sleeve, stifling her giggle. "Thank you for taking care of me, Draco. You are so sweet and attentive with me." even the most skilled of puppeteers can have strings, dear Draco, and trust me, you're nowhere near as close to being one of the best.

" 'Course I am." he nodded, flashing her a charming smirk, as they rushed to the dungeons - A place so humid, cold and dark, a place where their own House Common Room was... Just under the Black Lake. It almost felt as if they were isolated from the rest of the world.

The wooden heels of her zori made clicks into the cobbled stone, resounding throughout the long corridors, and the boy opened the door, allowing her to go through first, and went to one of the desks closer to the front, wanting to show they were paying attention, but not enough that they would be constantly in his attention - After all, they liked whispering to each other in class, why take that privilege away?

So, they opened their textbooks, and as they were chatting lightly, the door was abruptly slammed open, and in, came a tall, brunet man, with a very stern, almost scary look on his face, dressed in all black. As he rushed in, the Japanese girl stood up and bowed, saluting the teacher, only for everyone to look at her weirdly, including this Snape person.

"...Cultural difference?" she whispered to her deskmate quietly, her face burning with embarrassment as she bit her lip harshly.

"Hmm... I see. Is this your way of saluting and showing respect to teachers, Hasashi?" the teacher asked as he prowled in front of her desk, towering over her small form, almost shadowing her completely.

"Hai... I apologise for offending you with my actions, Sensei, I have not yet gotten used to the English way. I have made a mistake, please punish me accordingly." she bowed lower, only to hear a few stifled giggles around the class, overshadowed by an amused scoff from the man who tapped her shoulder and motioned her to get up.

"It's fine, you didn't offend anyone. In fact, I'd say you should teach this lot to be more respectful of the teacher staff. Since I did not receive any report card on your grades, I will ask you a few questions so I can understand the level of your aptitudes. Do you understand?" he asked, folding his arms at his chest, looking like an oversized bat, at most. Yes, he seemed intimidating, but if she couldn't go past something like this, then she wasn't worthy of sharing the same blood as the fearless Masamune Date.

"Hai. I am ready, Sensei." to show she wasn't afraid, her green eyes, full of life, peered deep into his dark, abyss-like ones, that seemed to hide only death and desolation. If only either of them knew, it was quite the opposite. "What colour should a Shrinking Solution be?" his first question came after a few seconds of pondering, unlike her answer, faster than blinking - Ashido Midori - She said, only to stumble over and correct herself in English, Acid Green, this time. "Good, good. What would you get if you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" "Uh... What do you call it in English... It sends the drinker into a death-like state, comatose like, almost... Flood of Zombie?" she frowned, looking down as she tried to think of the English equivalent. "Essence of the Dead that Lives?" she tried again, which made a few students laugh. She wanted to lash out, to cut off their heads and put them on spikes, to laugh at them, but she had to be polite to everyone... She had to fit in and make friends, and then, as any businessman would say - Profit. "Draught of Living Death, you are correct, Hasashi. As per your incredibly smart colleagues, I will remind them of the tragic grades they took at the exams last year, and how they only passed through sheer luck and the kindness of my own heart. Next. Tell me what is the most powerful love potion, and its distinctive characteristics." oh, yes, the teacher helps the pitiful child who tries their best, but still struggles - If this isn't a plus for me, I don't know what is - Kitsune thought, as she tried her best to keep a smirk from creeping on her face.

"Amortentia... Although, I wouldn't call that love, but obsession. And, uh... The colour of the sheen is like... Pearl. And... Smoke comes up in specific swirls. And it smells different for each person, depending on what they love." she explained, making a motions with her hands to show the smoke raising up. "You already know more than all of these dunderheads who have the audacity to laugh. Last question, and we're done here. Armadillo bile, scarab beetles, and ginger roots, what do you use them for?" he asked once again, and in his heart, seeing this little girl dressed in flower clothes - Red hair, green eyes - He was so bitterly reminded of Her. The woman who once captured his heart, from when she was a little girl, up until the time they grew up... And yet, only one grew to be middle aged, for the other died so cruelly... She was taken away from him... "Smart potion!" she answered quickly, pointing to her head - Her brain, rather - "Makes you think clearly. More attentive." she explained well enough... Yes, Lily was a true prodigy in potions as well. Ask her anything, and she'd know. Just like he was, and still is, a Master of Potions. "20 points to Slytherin... And 10 points off for each of you who dared laugh. Sit down, Hasashi. Fire-Protection potion. I will write down the ingredients and steps on how to brew it..." and so, Kitsune sat down, shared a triumphant look with her platinated friend with whom she fist-bumped quickly before they started taking notes.

The rest of the class went about as one would expect - Twenty cauldrons stood steaming between the wooden desks, on which stood brass scales and jars of ingredients, and every student, paired up, was attending their potion, on which they would lately be graded... And then, just like at the previous class, something had to go amiss, that something being this Gryffindor boy, the meek mouse from earlier who fainted... And now, he made the cauldron explode... Somehow.

There were only 3 steps, how could one go so wrong? Was this boy vision-impaired, or simply incompetent? Not to say that mistakes weren't human, clearly, but this was really something else. Something big enough for Snape to overreact, scold the boy, Evanesco-away the potion and give him a straight Zero on it. Oh well...

This class went by faster than expected, and thus, lunch came by, and Kitsune could only look at the food and sigh - She really craved some Ramen... Or at least one of those super cheap, supermarket instant-Udon... And she missed seeing everyone use chopsticks... And having Bento, eating outside, in the lovely sun. Shaking her head, she took out her own chopsticks and put a little bit of everything on her plate, wanting to eat in peace and quiet... But the gang was anything but that, and she couldn't help but chuckle and partake occasionally in their conversation.

"Did you hear those stupid Gryffindors laughing at you?! Gosh, how I wanted to teach them a lesson. How dare they laugh at our Princess?" Draco sneered angrily, only for the girl to carefully put down her plate and place her hand on his shoulder, smiling at him. "Thank you for being here for me, Draco. I know I can rely on you if I ever need you. There is no need to get angry on my behalf, you saw that Sensei punished them accordingly." ever the peace-maker, Kitsune... If only they knew... "All they know is to ridicule and make fun of us, just because we are superior! They are nothing more than disgusting blood-traitors and mudbloods!" harsh, Parkinson... So harsh... So cruel... "Do you know Quidditch, Kitsune?" after scoffing to calm himself down, the boy turned to look at her. "Oh, yes, I know the game! I never played it myself, but I went to all the matches in our school. I find it very fascinating." she smiled at him - She seemed to have a passive, gentle smile on her face whenever around anyone who would approach her with good intentions. "Then, will you cheer for me at the next match?" he smirked, wanting to hear the praises of all those around him. "Ehhh? You got chosen for the Slytherin's team?! Already?!" Parkinson gasped in shock... The two goons behind him seemed to want to say something, but they were much too dumb to open their mouth and say something that wasn't akin to a gorilla laugh. "Of course! I'm the Slytherin's new Seeker! Not to mention, my dad made a very kind donation to our team. He got us all Nimbus 2001. There's no way we're gonna lose against anyone, including Scar-face!" the boy boasted confidently, only for the girl dressed in pink to almost literally have question marks above her head, as she smiled wider, albeit, very confused. "Uhm... Who is... Scar... Face?" she mumbled softly, not wanting to bother. "Ohhh, right, right, you don't know... You don't know Saint Potter. Honestly, it's better that you don't know him...Yet, you have to know about him, so you keep your distance. Look over there. See that guy with glasses? Yeah, that's him. That's Potter. That ginger hobo is Weasley, and rodent teeth with hair like a bush is Mudblood Granger. They are the worst. And Dumbledore praises them just because they are Gryffindors. It's unfair and stupid. That's why Snape protects us. He's the only teacher who isn't lenient with those idiots there." the boy tried to explain, but such silly misunderstandings seemed nothing but childish for her, and she only chuckled in agreement. "This war between houses seems really silly if you ask me. I cannot say I understand this competition of yours. We are sorted into four Houses too, but they are all representatives of a flower from each season. We have Cherry Blossom for Spring, Lotus for Summer, Chrysanthemum for Autumn and Plum for Winter. They all have their traits, of course, that is why we are sorted accordingly, but in the end, we are all flowers, and we should be kind to one another... That is what we are taught." she explained, hoping they would stop this idiocy, at least in her presence. "Flowers for Houses, huh? How very feminine. Yes, I have to say, flowers and colours suit you well. Then, what are the traits for each House? Tell me that, and I'll tell you about ours." leaning his elbow on the table, as he rested his jaw on his palm, Draco leisurely relaxed in his seat, waiting for the girl to speak. In fact, he realised that, the more native words she spoke, the cuter she was.

"Well, I was sorted into the Sakura house... The Cherry Blossom. My House stands for feminine beauty, strength and mystery, while also acknowledging the fleeting nature of life, and how one must do anything to achieve their goals. The Cherry Blossom is a national treasure, and since we start school in April, the two weeks in which the trees are in bloom, we go watch the beautiful flowers. Most people sorted here choose to go to Kendo classes... Uh... Sword fighting, if you will. And we... We mix dancing and fighting. Like Yin and Yang, we combine the feminine grace with the masculine strength... Et voila. We have this." she giggled softly, thinking with glee at the wonderful sensation of having the handle of her katana... Masamune's own katana... grasped tightly in her hand as she slashed away at the bamboo sticks with perfect accuracy.

"...You mean to say... You can fight with a sword? Like... A real sword?" Pansy gasped loudly, which seemed to peak everyone's interest... The people around, that is.

"H-Hai... Hai. I told you, I come from a Samurai bloodline. For me, it is the highest honour to be able to wield Masamune's katana. Life is short, I fear nothing, and I will allow nothing to come between me and my happiness and ambition. Masamune once said... 'You cannot enjoy life if you spend all your time huddling in fear, hiding your eyes. Let go of your fear. Look where you are. Enjoy yourself. You can do whatever you like, just make sure you are doing that for you, not for anyone else. It's your life, not anybody else's.' I choose to live by his words, and somehow, I believe that most of my house chose this as our House's quote." this foreigner... Is something else. She sounds like a muggle, somehow, and yet, things abroad seems so... Different.

Like it's a whole other world than the one he lives in. This is weird, this is strange, and yet... And yet, Draco's unquenchable thirst for knowledge and for unveiling mysteries makes him want to know more and more about this land of mystery.

"So, you say you have your sword with you? Here? At Hogwarts?" Draco leaned forward, very intrigued. "Sono tori desu." the girl nodded simply, patting the sword attached to her hip, before continuing. "I would rather die than have that sword taken away from me. It means to me more than anything else in the world."

"Show us, then! I've never seen a sword in my life - How cool!" Parkinson chirped immediately, only to be cut off by the foreigner's edged voice. "Kotowaru." she shook her head solemnly. "You are not used to having weapons around you. All you know is that wooden, pointy stick of yours. I could take off your head before you would even be able to blink. I do not make mistakes. I NEVER make mistakes. And yet, if one of you accidentally did something stupid, I would be the one to take the blame, not any of you. I'm not going to entertain any of you. I am a Princess. Only a select few can watch me perform, and neither of you earned that privilege." the girl scoffed, obviously offended. She even looked away like an indignant Princess, Draco thought in amusement. Very dignified and prideful. "Come on, Princess, don't get mad at us. I'm sure these guys are sorry for being insensitive idiots." however, just as Draco scolded his friends, an owl flies into the Great Hall, letting a letter fall into Weasley's food plate... Only for him to stare horrified at it, almost crying. Well, first of all, the bird fell in the food too, but... That's the least of his embarrassment. A Howler, they called it... "Draco... What's a... A... That." she pointed at the letter. "It's a show. Watch and see, Princess." Draco laughed along with all the goons around him and the letter suddenly rose up and started shrieking at the ginger boy, making the girl gasp in shock. "RONALD WEASLEY! How DARE you steal that car! I am absolutely DISGUSTED! Your father's now facing an inquiry at work and it's ENTIRELY! YOUR! FAULT! If you put another TOE out of the line, we'll bring you STRAIGHT HOME! Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor, your father and I are so proud." the obnoxious letter must have been from his mother, Kitsune thought, as she watched the letter stick its... Uh... Tongue at him, then rip itself apart. However, as sympathetic as she wanted to appear, she couldn't help but stifle a laughter as well as everyone around. "I surely didn't expect something like this to happen. You were right, this was quite the show. But... No matter what he did, he surely shamed his family. But such a public scolding? My... How dishonourable..." the girl shuddered slightly, cringing at the idea. "The Weasleys are a shame to this wizarding world, Kitsune. They are all Blood Traitors. This is what he deserves." but his harsh words, although they bothered her, she didn't care to refute or anything. This wasn't her country, nor her school, nor her people or her friends. These were all just a bunch of mean-spirited strangers who knew nothing but to be hostile against each other. What an obnoxious place she was stuck into.

Can't she just go home already? This whole ordeal is so troublesome...

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