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Always Remember We’re Burned for Better Chapter 3: Checkmate, I Couldn’t Lose.

alright alright. Chapter Three. Thank you ALL so much for your endless support and love in this fic. I cannot even begin to put into words what it has meant to me and how much it inspires me.

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First I want to thank the anon for the chapter title who helped me keep in theme of Clato and Taylor Swift. Alternative chapter titles included

1. You should see me in a crown: Billie Eilish

2. Blood Upon the Snow: Hozier.

Secondly, Happy Birthday to my OG Clato bestie @ms1818. Thank you for sharing bestie glimmer with me, Ily.

Third, thank you to @cyansadness for the constant stream of consciousness Clato thoughts about this au. You’re a real one and im so glad you reached out to me.

This chapter was toned down because I worried I was going to get on a stabby watchlist.

Thank you again. Please scream at me with thoughts and comments.

This was what Clove was made for. She knows it in the exact moment she feels her knife sink into flesh for the first time, with a startling lack of resistance that was both satisfying and exhilarating. Sure, they practiced on the carcasses of animals, to learn the way skin swallows a knife in a way that a firm practice dummy would never. She memorized it at fourteen, when they placed a half of a pig in front of her for the first time. The way a blade penetrates skin, the gelatinous texture of subcutaneous fat, the sound of fascia ripping from muscle, the splitting of muscles against the grain, the feeling of metal on bone. Clove reveled in it then, and now, as hot, sticky blood shoots from a severed artery and right onto her face, she throws her head back in an open mouthed laugh as warmth coats her face.

She pulls the knife backwards, and pushes the bleeding boy backwards onto the snow, leaving him to make those disgusting yet enticing gurgling sounds as the blood suffocates him.

For just a second, Clove watches the way the blood stains the snow around the fallen boy, spreading like watercolor on a canvas. It is more beautiful than she could have imagined.

Next is one of the girls from 11 or 12, she isn't sure which, but she easily hits the dead center of her chest. If the pulsing squirts of blood are any indicator, she cut right through the vessel behind her heart, letting her bleed to death in seconds.

She got the boy from 11, a quick slice from ear to ear that leaves him bleeding out like livestock.

With knives locked between her second and third and also her fourth and fifth digit, she takes out two kids at once when she releases the blades with a single flick of her wrist.

Clove couldn’t really tell you where her allies were, or who killed who. The boy from six, maybe, she isn't really sure and doesn't care, came up behind her when her back was turned. She was focused on retrieving one of her knives, but she could sense the intrusion in her space. It takes less than a minute to run her leg under the boy’s knees, knocking him flat on his back in a bed of plush snow. She stabs the tip of the knife right at the base of his sternum, and then gives a long, slow drag down the entirety of his abdomen, viscera and blood spilling out through the sliced fabric and flesh.

At some point the blood behind her eyes stops pulsing, and she takes in her surroundings. The snow is stained crimson, truly giving the illusion of a bloodbath. Bodies litter the ground, and deep footprints head towards the barren trees, leading right to where the rest of her competition would be. Absently she notes the girl from one dead with something lodged in the back of her skull protruding from her left eye. Pity, to lose an ally so fast. One less body between her and home.

Clove is mentally taking stock of what they have in the cornucopia, the conical shape that really is barely more than a glorified igloo. She can practically hear Enobaria in her brain, screaming that she won in an extreme climate, to stay alive and nature would do the rest. True survival of the fittest, Enobaria would tell her.

When Clove finally looks up, the realization that it is snowing hits her at the same time that the flakes begin to cleanse the blood from her skin.

It would be a lie if Cato said that the feelings in his chest during this game were any better than during his own. At the very least, in his own he was able to make the calls. Where to stake out, what supplies to use when. Actually, the longer he thinks about it he never felt like this during his own games. There was nothing but pure, unfiltered confidence when he was in the arena. Maybe it was adrenaline. Maybe it was rage. Maybe it was the way he blacked out for a week and saw nothing but red around him, felt nothing but fire in his chest and pride in the depth of his soul. Of course he was going to win, that had never been a doubt.

There had never been a doubt she was going to win, either, so why did he have this nagging tightness in his throat whenever the camera panned away from her for too long?

It’s morning in the Capitol, and for now the games are following the same cycle of day and night as the rest of the country. The first day passed and the tribute count was already cut sharply in half.

The initial bloodbath had been a strong start for the careers, save for the girl from District One who literally slipped on a frozen patch of ground and ended up with an ice pick in her eye. What an embarrassment for a career, something he would definitely be mentioning to Marvel and Glimmer, the current reigning mentors of one, when he saw them tonight.

Overnight the temperature had dropped, and instead of taking the usual approach of hunting out the tributes stupid enough to light a fire, Clove had pushed to stay put inside the cornucopia they had claimed for themselves.That fight very well may have kept her alive, as when the sun went down in the arena the weather shifted rapidly. At least three kids froze out overnight, taking the grand total from the first twenty four hours to thirteen dead. Ten to go.

A whole six of those thirteen had been hers. Not that he counted or anything.

He’s laying on the couch as the emblem of the games appears again. He grabs the white fleece blanket off of the back of the couch, crumbling it into a ball before settling it under his head like a pillow. The cornucopia appears on screen the exact moment he feels a sharp tug on the top of his ear that pulls him completely up and off of the couch.

“Ow! What the FUCK-” Cato smacks the hand away only to have that same dexterous hand wrap around his wrist and sharp, filed nails dig into the flesh below his hand.

“What are you doing?” It’s Enobaria, practically hissing as she squeezes the hand on his wrist like a python around its prey. “Isn’t the whole point of you being here to help get her home?”

“Help? What am I supposed to do? I can’t climb into the fucking arena, Enobaria. Aren’t our hands kind of tied right now?” Cato tugs his hand out of her grasp, and rubs at the back of his neck to distract from the fact that yeah, he absolutely wishes he could waltz right in there and pull her out.

“You want to bring our girl home? Here's what you’re going to do.” Enobaria leans back to get a look at him, decide what she’s working with. Maybe that attitude of his would have to work for them.

Cato leans forward, elbows on his knees while he digs the heels of his hand in his eyes to wake himself up. Enobaria gets an eyeful of the broad expanse of his back that is covered in fine scratches in various stages of healing.

Amazing, Clove.

“First, you’re going to get dressed. You’re what they all want to see. Give them intimidating, give them brutal, bloody Cato. You’re going to go down there, and you’re going to show them the boy they rooted for last year. You’re going to give them cocky smiles, remind them you were the best.” She waves her hand, emphasizing the need to flourish his story. Show off, she says without needing to even use the words.

“Recap your best kills, how it felt the moment you felt warm blood on your hands the first time. Remind them of who you are. And then? You are going to do nothing but talk about how she is even better than you.” Enobaria doesn’t give him a moment to refute it, and there's a dark look in her eyes that tells him the fight would be moot anyway. This isn’t the time for coy comments or debate. It’s literally a matter of life and death for the girl they both care for more than they’d currently admit. “You had the look that she doesn’t. You were a big, scary boy from District Two. You were their golden boy, their ideal victor. Remind them of her scores. Of her training. She is a force, despite the fact she is the smallest one out there.”

She grabs him by the chin and sharply jerks his face to look at her. “I won in an extreme arena, Cato. The weather is going to take out most of the field. Three of my competitors died of dehydration, and another three from heat stroke. She is small. That weather is officially her biggest competition in there. She needs to stay warm. She needs to stay fed. We keep her warm and we keep her alive.” Enobaria waits until he gives her the slightest nod in understanding, before she drops her hand from his face.

“And put on a fucking shirt, I don’t want to see this shit,” She waves a hand in a circular gesture towards the angry red flares on his shoulder. Risking her ire, Cato smirks anyway.

Cato rises from the couch, and intentionally raises his arms over his head in a long, drawn out stretch that emphasizes the musculature of his back. “I don’t think that will be too hard. There's no one better than me and her…never will be, either.”

He can brag about them, all that's been said for years is how great they are. The best in their

classes, the best in their entire district. That’s who they have always been. When all is said and done by the end of the week, they’ll be the best duo in the eyes of the entire world, too.

He’s shuffling down the hall, mind already wandering to the way the world would see them hand in hand as victors within the week, the way that side by side they’d be enough to strike fear into people for the rest of their lives.

“Cato?” Enobaria calls out, leaning back on the couch, now covered in the white blanket he had been manipulating. “Don’t come back without money in your hands.”

There is a whole other world on this side of the games, Cato learns fast. Victors from the last fifteen years weave through crowds of the Capitol’s richest, dressed in what is surely the finest outfits in the country. There is a lot of skin showing and even more loud fake laughs that filter through the air. Various degrees of desperation, or maybe manipulation, to secure sponsorships for their tributes. The method didn’t really matter, he supposed, when the end goal was the same.

“Oh I remember you!” Comes a high, feminine voice that comes only seconds before Cato has long, manicured fingers on his shoulders. The feather light fingers twists him around to face a tall, notorious blonde girl.

The recognition is almost immediate, when he sees the blonde curls framing her face, the whitest smile he’s ever seen, and eyes that were green in the opposite way of Clove’s. More like spring grass than evergreen trees.

Cato always preferred winter to spring.

There is a man behind her, that he also recognizes. The same height as him, yet a stark contrast in appearance. Dark hair to blonde, brown eyes to blue. The two of them probably would have had it out had they been in the same games after their time as allies came to an end. Yeah, Cato and Marvel would be a respectable fight.

“I’m Glimmer!” She gives a little wave of her fingers, an inviting grin on her face. Glimmer then gestures to the man, who hovered just slightly beside and behind her, as if he were more loyal than her shadow. “This is Marvel. District one, but you know that already!”

Glimmer, the name is as familiar as the face. She had won the 68th games with a combination of charm and a ferocity that was so easily hidden beneath a shimmering smile. It was admirable, if not typical, for a District One Career. Her sister had won the same way, and her brother, the year before that. The three of them had been the longest line of related victors, and were three of the four victor from one within seven games.

There was always something to be said about the differences in the way one and two presented their best trained tributes. One with unmatched beauty and the other with unmatched brutality.

Marvel had won the 69th games, a joke Cato soon finds is a favorite of his to bring up. He had a charisma and a knack for making people laugh on his side, something that evidently still had sponsors lining up in his favor.

“You won last year, yeah? I remember the end, with the sword and the eyes, man that was awesome.” Marvel grabs a champagne glass and a mini sandwich from the tray that goes by, momentarily distracted from the introductions. “We wanted to find you earlier, but you were talking it up with the sponsors. Usually people don’t go that hard when it’s early enough in the games that the supplies are still stocked up. You can usually wait for a few days…you know, see if yours are even going to live long enough to need extra” He pops the mini sandwich in his mouth, and with a pleasantly surprised raise of his eyebrows he chases down the tray for another.

Glimmer’s got a look of what Cato can only describe as amused affection in her eyes as she watched Marvel chase down the snack. Interesting. For a girl who is known to have the entire capitol in her hand…she sure does have a spot in her heart for that goofy kid from her district.

“So,” Glimmer redirects, raising her eyebrows in a knowing smirk. “I hear two’s got another promising one?” She takes a long sip from the champagne flute in her hand, but there's a mischievousness in her eyes that does not falter. She had noted just the slight shift in his body language, how his shoulders tensed when Marvel suggested his tributes may not even survive to need sponsors.

“She’s the best girl we’ve had since Enobaria. I’ve never seen her miss.” The proud smile is one he’s worn all morning, and it makes its way back to his face the second he gets to share more about the girl. “And she was my training partner, I would know.”

“Hmm. Funny. I never specified it was the girl.” Glimmer flashes a grin and he knows she knows can tell something, that her perception of the change in how he held his shoulders when mentioning her was absolutely correct. She didn’t get this far by not knowing how to read a man. “I already knew she was a favorite, she killed it in the blood bath. I just wanted to hear it from you.” Glimmer shoots him a playful wink, and his secret is all but exposed to her now if the way his jaw clenches is any indication.

“Clove? That's her name? Cute. Cato and Clove.” It rolls off her tongue and Cato has never considered quite how much he likes to hear those words strung together until he hears them said by someone else. “Well, If it’s not our boy winning then I hope it’s her. God knows our girl is already tapped out.”

“An ice pick, that was graceful.” Cato scoffs, drawing the attention away from Clove and hopefully away from the warmth that was creeping up his neck from the Glimmer’s knowing looks.

“Even if she survived, she was done for. Nice girl, but nothing without her pretty face.” Glimmer sees Marvel and her siblings waving her over to some previously loyal district one sponsors. “I hope we get to meet her. Clove. I think the four of us could be great friends.”

–

Clove isn’t sure how much time has passed. The days go slower in the arena. Or, maybe they’re faster, she can’t really tell anymore.

She’s on her own now. The boys from one and her own district have taken each other out in what she can only describe as a cockfight. Hell, they hadn’t even finished the job on each other. Her district partner landed a fatal blow to one, only to succumb to hypothermia and hypovolemia himself before morning. That always did wonders for interdistrict relations when the allies turned on each other this early in the game.

If her count is right they were down to three or four. Her, that giant kid from eight, and maybe a girl or two from some mid level district. She isn’t sure.

Clove isn’t sure of much right now, except for the fact that she’s fucking cold. They’ve sent her in a couple blankets, some one-time-use hand warmers. She can feel Enobaria screaming at the screen, telling her to hurry it up and end it already. While she flips a knife through her fingers, she can’t think too long about the fact that the metal is almost imperceptible in her numb hands. She cannot afford to think about what that will do to her accuracy and precision.

She leans her head against the icy cornucopia, and considers closing her eyes for just a few seconds. Clove wants these games to be over as much as anyone. She wants to warm her fingers in front of the fireplace, take a bath in water that scalds her skin, and curl up under a down comforter that traps the body heat of her and the man who will be next to her inside of it.

As much as sleep calls her, there's part of her that fears she will not open her eyes again if she allows them to shut.

Light beeping draws her green eyes upwards towards the sky, squinting as heavy snowflakes block her view.

For fucks sake, can they cut this blizzard shit out yet?

The little pod lands in her hand, and her fingers are a little clumsy to open the freezing metal. It could be more hand warmers, or maybe extra gloves, based on the size.

When she opens it though, she can’t even be annoyed when it isn’t one of those things. Clove actually smiles when the marshmallow cereal bar lands in the palm of her left hand.

For a minute Clove lets herself think back to when they began this little tradition. He was thirteen and already a head taller than her. She was 12- turning 13 that day, mind you- with all the anger of someone thrice her age. Until that point they’d barely been able to tolerate each other beyond the training room floor. It’s what had made them such strong competitors.

“Everyone has a cake they like. You seem like a chocolate girl.”

“Why do you care? Go home, Cato.”

“Come on, it’s your birthday. Maybe you’ll actually have a shot at winning against me this year.”

“Will you just shut up? Birthdays only matter when you’re twelve and nineteen.”For them at least. What else did it matter except your first and final chances at the games?

“Vanilla then?” He’s had that same teasing, taunting smile since they were kids.

Clove nearly tossed the knife she smuggled out of the center, warning to wipe that infuriating grin off of his face. “I don’t like cake at all.”

He paused to look at her, really look at her, with narrowed blue eyes and a little tilt of his head. Maybe he hit another nerve of hers, he’s pretty good at finding them. “What do you like then? Come on, we’re partners. We should know something about each other.” Cato blocks the door out of the training room, and not even her tiny body could slide past him. “I'm not moving until you tell me.”

She gave him a solid shove in the center of his chest, and he did not falter. Clove groaned, and rolled her eyes as she shoved her backpack over one shoulder. “Those little bars. With the marshmallows and the cereal. My mom used to make them, I guess. I always liked them more than cake.”

Cato actually smiles–not smirks, smiles– at her. “That wasn’t so hard now was it. I like white cake myself. Chocolate icing.” He steps aside to let her pass. “Happy Birthday, Clover.”

And as much as she hates that stupid, mocking nickname, she doesn’t have it in her to snap back.

Clove runs her thumb over the plastic packaging, and when she goes to rip into it the wrapping with her teeth, the little white note falls into her lap.

Happy Birthday. Finish this already. -C

The end of the games is not spent in the district’s apartment, Cato learns that very last night. Once the game makers decide it’s time to end, the past Victors gather in a central headquarters on the ground floor of the tribute center. It’s the party of the year, according to Brutus.

There’s an endless bar in one corner, where the singular victor from twelve practically resides. Enobaria is conversing lightly with him, before slipping back towards Cato and Brutus with a handful of variously colored drinks.

She hands Brutus the short glass with a tawny toned liquid draped over a round ice cube. In her hand she maintains the slightly pink tinted beverage, with berries of some sort floating to the top. To Cato she hands the only colorless liquid, and as soon as it gets close enough to his hands he can smell it’s far stronger than water.

“You’re going to need it.” Enobaria warns. “It’s always brutal in the end.”

Cato nods, and continues to survey the community of victors he has yet to fully assimilate into. The games may not have formally ended but Enobaria and Brutus are on the receiving end of many congratulatory remarks.

“I like that one.” Johanna Mason, the District Seven winner from 71 says quickly, nodding towards his girl who’s pale freckled face filled the screen. “There’s something in those eyes. Something not right, but it makes her a hell of a fighter, whatever it is.”

Finnick Odair, the star of the capitol ever since the 65th games, congratulates Enobaria directly. “You’ve outdone yourself with this one. I’d know she was yours from a mile away. She’s got that same…aggression, we’ll say.”

“How do you feel!? Oh I am just so excited to meet her!” Glimmer whispers excitedly, settling herself to sit on the back of the couch next to his head, her legs and feet dangling by his right side. “She’s going to make the best addition, don’t you think Marvel?” She leans back, and while the couch would not support her, Marvel did. Cato would have noticed the way he had held the girl up by her waist if it were not for more pressing matters at hand.

Cato tries to tune out the Victors babbling around him. He leans back into the couch with his knees spread just a little, twisting the drink in his left hand to hear the ice swirl against the glass. Enobaria joins him on the left, with Brutus next to her. Together the three of them- as well as Glimmer and Marvel– actually focus their attention to the end of the games.

As Clove’s only remaining competitor enters the field across from her he is thankful for Enobaria’s preparation. Yeah. He was going to fucking need this drink. With that he finishes in one long drink, the burning in his throat nothing compared to the tightness in his chest.

She’s got the advantage, or so everyone thinks. Clove’s got the benefit of distance, lucky for her considering this man is nearly as big as Cato.

When Cato notices the way her fingers struggle around the handle of the knife, he feels his breathing hitch and his heart stop.

She aims. She throws.

She misses.

She misses the boy’s head by inches, more than Clove has ever missed a target by.

“No..” Enobaria gasps, and for the first time since the games began her face falls. “Oh no no no…”

“What, what are you no-ing?” Cato snaps, his relaxed posture immediately tensing up as he leans forward, desperate to get a clearer view, as if leaning in allows him to peer into the arena.

“It’s too cold. Her hands are too cold.” Enobaria growls, finishing her drink in a quick jerk of her head before the glass is shattered against the wall holding the screen. “She doesn’t have the control she should.”

The thrown glass shattering silences the entire room.

Cato knows all eyes are on him when he folds forward, head in his hands. He tugs sharply at the root of his hair, in a desperate attempt to control the utter rage he felt bubbling to the surface. He can’t watch this, and yet he doesn’t want to look away. He will not abandon her.

It’s the gasp from Glimmer that has his head snapping back up, but oh he wishes he hadn’t.

The boy from eight has her by the throat, body slammed against the cornucopia. She’s two feet off the ground, and the strangled sound that comes from her is the worst thing he has ever heard in his entire life. He knows then, that he’ll kill this kid if she doesn’t.

“I can’t watch this..” Comes from Glimmer, who’s turned to look in any direction but straight ahead.

Enobaria, Brutus, and Cato however, cannot tear themselves away.

“Cato-” Brutus begins, and he knows his own mentor is about to brace him for the worst thing that will ever happen to him.

“Shut up. She knows what to do. I’ve had her like that, ” If his voice falters his face does not. He’s not going to betray her by doubting her now.

The room is deathly silent, and Cato feels his blood run as cold as the arena itself. He isn’t sure when he pushed himself to a standing position, or when he took three or four steps forward.

“Come on, baby.” He whispers for himself and himself alone, wishing for all the world he had gone harder on her in training. “Foot to his chest,” She’d worked herself out of it a million times before, albeit not with the air in her lung being choked out of her.

When Clove places the heel of her foot on the boy’s solar plexus, and shoves him back with all the force in her leg, he has no choice but to stumble onto his back with a groan. She falls multiple feet back to the ground, but she doesn’t stop to catch her breath or address the bleeding that is coming from some unnoticed wound to her abdomen. Clove regrips the knife in her hand, and with everything left in her, she manages to get her knee on his throat.

Noone says it, but everyone knows that it was the years of training against Cato himself that probably just saved her life.

Clove could choke him with her body weight driven into her knee. She could take him out in the way he wanted to her.

That isn’t Clove.

The crazed look, the very same one from the moment the canon announced the start of the games, fills those fiery green eyes. She grabs the boy by his hair, tilting his head to the sky. Into the center of his forehead she carves a script C, identical to the one dangling from her neck.

There is no more fanfare when she plunges the blade between his eyes with all the strength in her body.

The canon booms.

Clove stands. Blood from both herself and her opponent covers her skin. She makes it half a step back before she falls to her own knees.

The scarlet liquid makes her green eyes all the brighter.

Her freckles shine through the sheen on her face.

When she falls back, her dark hair surrounds her head as a sharp angelic contrast to the paleness of the snow and of her skin. Clove is smiling, bright and brilliant, as the perfect snow under her body bleeds red with her. She’s won, she’s won. She’s won.

The announcement finally comes and she lets herself laugh. There is no stopping them now.

Ladies and Gentlemen may I present to you the winner of the 73rd annual Hunger Games.

The announcement fills the otherwise quiet room of victors.

Cato is first to break the silence.

He slams his hand together in a single clap, and now he is the one who cannot wipe that big, proud smile off his face.

“That’s my girl!” He all but screams, the reality of it all actually hitting him as if he were the one slammed against the cornucopia. Cato pauses, catching the breath he did not know he was holding. His heart races but in a way completely different than only moments before when he felt his life slipping from his hands as hers slipped from her eyes. “...that's my girl.” Cato repeats, much quieter, and his smile is unnervingly genuine.

The world can know, for all he cares. In fact, let them.

“That's our girl.” Enobaria agrees, a voice other than his finally chiming in. She rises next, and while she notes the knowing smirks from Glimmer, Marvel, Finnick, and Johanna, she doesn’t address them. The shocked look from Haymtich Abernathy is accompanied by a half-raised glass in Enobaria’s direction.

She can deal with the rumors later. (Were they really rumors anymore, Enobaria wasn’t sure).

Cato wastes no time for congratulations, or from commentary from the other victors he was sure would be coming his way if the smile on Glimmer’s face were anything to say about it.

He does not even wait for Enobaria and Brutus before he is out of the room, and half running down the hall, not wasting another moment of his life without her.

Enobaria tries to make him sleep in the hours between the resolution of the games and her clearance by Capitol medical staff.

“You better shower. And take a nap. After that little declaration of yours, you’ll be lucky if they don't drag you out during her interview for a very public reunion. She’ll love that, knowing you went and blabbed to all of her new co-victors.”

He obliges, not because of the threat of public eyes on them, but because he’d rather not look like hell when he sees her again. When he gets out of the shower there is a pressed suit waiting for him, the shirt underneath a deep shade of burgundy.

He’s unable to wait, and only interested in occupying his mind, so he dresses before climbing into bed fully clothed and ready to go.

He manages to sleep for about twenty minutes on account of the excitement buzzing in his veins that would not be quelled until his arms were around her. He’s staring at the ceiling, a whole new version of their future unlocked now that they are done with the games, when there is a knock on the door that has him flying out of bed.

They were victors now. They could move forward with the rest of their lives.

Enobaria and Brutus are with him, when they’re escorted through an underground tunnel to wherever she was held.

“We’re going under the stage. They’re going to interview and crown her after.” Enobaria explains once she recognizes the fluorescent lit tunnel they’re entering. She must recognize something in the surroundings, because she flashes those teeth at him in a terrifying smile. “You ready, loverboy?”

The car stops almost immediately, and he nearly pushes past the guards to get out. Brutus is chuckling at his eagerness, and Enobaria is only a few steps behind the frantic man.

There is nothing else in the world that matters the moment he sees her again.

She’s in a deep red dress that he can almost identify as the same color as the shirt that was laid out for him. It’s a tight velvet from a few inches below her collarbones until the top of her hips, where it transitions to thick layers of blood red gossamer fabric that falls to the middle of her calves. The sleeves are only a finger length past her shoulders, and are puffed up and girlish. Tall heels raise her just slightly closer to his height, but do not distract from the overall femininity of the look. She looks young, but as if she has been dipped in the blood of her competitors. Pale skin, dark hair, and green eyes are highlighted by the crimson shade.

Red is her color.

She doesn’t process that she’s moving towards him until they meet halfway across the room. Any disregard for years of their facade are out the window the minute his hands wrap her waist.

Cato lifts her effortlessly and Clove’s legs wrap around his hips just as naturally. One of her hands is in his hair while the other cradles the angle of his chin, leaning until their foreheads are pressed tightly to each other.

He holds her up with one arm around her waist, the other holding her face like she is the most priceless thing in the world.

“We did it, baby.” Cato whispers, for her and only her, before years and years of their carefully crafted resolve shatters. “God, I fucking love you.”

She kisses him like she wants to consume him, like he is the first breath of fresh air she has ever felt inside her lungs. He kisses her as if she is fire and he is ready to be burned to ash. Clove nips at his lower lip, claiming and possessive, and his hand around her hips tightens enough that she knows he will never let her go again. They’re lost at sea in the arms of each other, brought back to shore by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

While they pull apart, their foreheads still rest against each other, stupid, childish smiles plastered across each of their faces. They could go back to coy smiles and smirks when it was time to go back on stage.

For now, they soaked in the pure bliss of simply being together.

Enobaria comes forward and clears her throat again. She tries to look disapproving, but instead there's a little smile that comes through and breaks any mask she tries to wear.

Clove reluctantly drops her legs, though her arms stay looped around his neck. Cato’s hands rest on her waist, and she leans her cheek to his chest as Enobaria reaches up to take her hand and tug her away,

Her mentor pulls her into a hug of her own, crushing and tight in the arms of the woman who trained her. “I am so, so proud of you.” Enobaria promises, and lowering her voice she whispers further, “Your mom would be, too.” She smooths her hand over Clove’s soft curls, giving her a comfort she will never admit to needing. “I’ve never been prouder of anyone. You did it, Clove.”

Clove tightens her grip on her mentor, in a wordless understanding. She nods against her shoulder, squeezes her eyes tightly shut to ward off any emotions she may feel brewing underneath. “Thank you, Enobaria.”

Brutus is next, even going so far as to give her a crushing, albeit fast, hug himself. “Good job, Kid. You deserve it.”

Clove cannot stop smiling for once in her life. When Cato wraps his arms around her, pulling her back to press against his chest as he leans down to kiss her again, openly and unashamedly in front of their long time teachers and friends, she understands why.

She’s finally won.

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“May I present to you, the victor of the 73rd Annual Hunger Games, Clove Kentwell!” Caesar Flickerman stands to welcome her, as Clove nearly floats across the stage. The smile on her face is the picture of pride, the picture of a flawless, perfect victor.

The cheers are deafening, as Caesar raises one of arms above her head to present her to the crowd.

“I told you I would be back, didn’t I?” Clove reminds him slyly as she settles in the chair directly across from him, referencing back to her three minute interview a mere week ago.

The fans eat that up, and Caesar uses it as a moment to segway into her highlights of her games.

They recount her initial kills and her survival instinct not to leave into the night, which she openly attributes to Enobaria’s endless training.

He goes through each step of the final confrontation, and when his tone shifts Clove immediately knows what is coming.

From the way Enobaria bristles off stage, so does she.

“Now, I don’t know if you all know this.” Caesar addresses the audience. “But this is not the first Kentwell girl we’ve had on this stage. Does anyone here remember Sevina Kentwell? 58th games, ring a bell anyone?”

Clove's smile does not fall, and she gives a small nod as various reactions ripple through the audience. Most notably are the loud gasps and occasional confused murmurs, as Caesar holds up a finger to silence them.

“Plenty of victors have children. But you all are looking at the only known child of a tribute.” He gestures to her, and encourages a round of applause to distract from the notable confusion of the audience.

A video begins to play, and Clove whips her head to look behind her as she hears a voice she could never forget but at the same time does not remember. They are playing the interview of a girl who looks alarmingly like her, right down to the specific dark freckle under her left eyes. Even her voice– Clove realizes she hears herself– is both foreign and like home.

The girl on the screen has the same assured confidence as Clove, but a softness Clove herself lost a long time ago. Maybe she never even had it at all. There's the same soft curls, eyes the same indescribable shade of green.

She does not talk about her skills with a knife, or about the victor she is bound to be. Instead she talks about a little girl, a toddler with a nose that scrunches when she smiles, who likes her mother’s rice crispy treats as her favorite snack.

“I named her Clove, she’s my little lucky Clover. My token is actually a little clover on a necklace, right next to a C. She’ll be with me.”

“You sound like you love her very much.” A version of Caesar, 18 years younger yet looking exactly the same, prompts.

“I love her more than anything. I’m going to win for her.”

It hits Clove in that moment, in front of the entire world, that she didn’t remember her mother saying her name.

She cannot remember her saying that she loves her.

The next picture stops her heart, though it never once shows on her face. She maintains cool and collected, as a photo she has never seen before, of a girl smiling at a grinning toddler is flashed across the screen.

If Cato didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that it was Clove in that picture, not as the child but as the teen holding her. Suddenly, he feels furious. They took her moment of Glory and turned it into a chance to exploit a relationship with a woman she never even got to know.

“I’m going to kill him.” Cato growls, taking a step forward, stopped by Enobaria’s hand on his shoulder.

“Stop. Look at her. She’s handling it perfectly. Not a tear in sight. She’s flawless.” Clove would likely not forgive him for walking out there anyway.

Now, Clove may never have seen the photo, or the interviews, but she is entirely prepared as they pull up the final moments of her mother’s life.

She had seen it millions of times. Her mothers death was her bedtime story from the time she was three until she moved into the academy to train. Her grandmother blamed her for the death of her mother, naturally. She claimed it was the love Sevina had for her daughter that made her weak. That the existence of Clove alone stole a valuable year of training away from her. Maybe it was true.

Clove watches, unblinking, unwavering, as her mother is slammed against the cornucopia, by a big boy from district eight. Once, twice, and Clove has never known if her mother’s neck snapped from the force or if she bled into her brain until she stopped breathing.

All she knows is that in that moment the boy from eight became a victor. Her mother died in the final two, despite being the absolute favorite to win. And Clove lost the only person who had loved her.

“What a full circle moment, right!” Caesar brought her out of her thoughts, out of her emotionless wall, as he brought the audience back to life. “Incredible! Tell me, did you think of your mother when you were in that final showdown, in that same position she was in?”

“Yes.” She answers honestly. Of course she had, she’d seen it enough times to know how terrible her mother had looked in those final seconds of her life. She won’t give him more, she won’t elaborate on the way she thought that maybe this would be the way she saw her mother again.

“We know your mother made it to the final two, and lost. A tragedy for such a young mother and her child back home.” He feigns sympathy, and Clove can literally hear the stifled sniffles and sobs from those in the audience. How dare they cry over her life when she doesn’t even do so. “Do you remember her?”

She could be honest. She could say no, the games took her mother and left her with the endless weight of proving her and her mother’s worth on her shoulders. No. She could not remember the way she smelled or how tall she was. Clove chooses not to give them any more than what she’s already lost, and deflects the question.

“My mother loved me.” Clove answers, and that much she is sure of. Enobaria reminded her constantly. Her existence alone is proof enough, in a world where she certainly did not have to actually have her in the first place. Even her grandmother, who resented Clove from the time her mother took her final breath, kept her because she was the baby that was so loved by Sevina Kentwell. “She loved me. She was not a victor herself but she made one. I don’t think I'd be sitting in front of you, had things gone differently.”

Sevina had been the only one to want her. Not her grandmother. Not her father, a boy a few years older than her mother who never even was good enough to volunteer.

She knew what happened once she died. Her mother was buried in a box in the tribute cemetery. No mention of the dark haired little girl she left behind on her grave marker.

She cried for her mother. For weeks, months, maybe. Noone came to comfort her. Noone told her she was worth it, without Sevina there to kiss her nose and hold her in the crook of her arm as she slept.

Her mother died and no one came to comfort her.

Eventually, Clove learned there was no use in tears. Noone was coming to help.

No, if her mother had come home a victor, Clove would not be sitting here a victor herself.

“Clove, do you remember where you were?”

“It was my third birthday. No, I don’t remember where I was.” There it was, the venom dripping into her voice now.

“They were bringing you on the train! You were on your way to be reunited with your mother on stage, when she so tragically died.” Caesar revealed, and if Enobaria hadn’t been holding Cato by the arm off stage he would have strangled Caesar Flickerman at that moment. “You are the only tribute to be on that train twice, isn’t that so crazy!”

Clove’s hand balls up in the fabric of her skirt, the only sign she is anything less than stoic and confident.

“Did you know that the dress you’re wearing is very special?”

It’s Enobaria who’s now being restrained by Brutus backstage, this final exploitative blow to this girl’s life too much to stay quiet and witness.

Caesar hushes the audience, waiting for complete silence.

“This was the dress that was designed and created for your mother to be wearing when she was crowned. Isn’t it so special to be honoring her in this way?”

“She’d be very proud of me.” Clove announces, the edge in her voice less the crest of a waterfall and more the steel of a blade, and all she wants is this crown on her head already.

“That she would. That she would.”

The interview continues with the redirect back to her skills and her highlights. They talk about her birthday, now also revealed to be the anniversary of her mother’s death, and her excellent training.

Cato is seething beside an equally enraged Enobaria, side by side with their arms firmly crossed over their chests. Brutus stands behind both with a hand on each of their shoulders to ground them (and restrain them, if needed).

“I get why you were worried about her now. Last year.” He admits, referring back to the lecture Clove had faced when Enoabria found out about the extent of their relationship. “We never would have-”

“It doesn’t matter now.” Enobaria cuts him off, the wound of Sevina Kentwell’s fate ripped far too open to think about much else right now, much less how her goal had been to save her daughter from the same one. “...She was a knife thrower too, you know”

President Snow makes his way to the stage, granddaughter trailing behind him with a golden crown on a crisp white pillow in her hands.

Clove stands in front of the President, and Cato feels a surge of pride when he remembers he was the first person in the world to see her in that crown.

She is announced as the formal winner, and President Snow looks exceptionally pleased with the quality of the victor before him.

The cheers are deafening until Caeser’s playoff music starts and Clove is permitted to walk off the stage, still giving a single handed wave to the audience.

The moment she is off stage she is in Cato’s arms, pulling his face down to hers so she can kiss him properly, this time with her own crown on her head.

If the gasps in the audience reveal that the camera has cut to them, capturing and revealing their relationship for all of Panem, they choose to ignore it.

There is a silence between them, Enobaria, and Brutus, as they make their way back to the elevator to the second floor. Enobaria and Brutus take the first, giving Cato and Clove a moment to take one alone, giving them a second of privacy for the first time since they parted the morning of the games.

As soon as the doors close, Clove relaxes into his arms, the exhaustion of the past two weeks and the past two hours crushing down onto her.

He holds her up, taking the metaphorical and physical weight off of her shoulders for the duration of their time alone. He rests his chin on her shoulder., breathing in the scent of her hair that is somehow capitol shampoo but also so distinctly Clove.

In a moment they will be back with their mentors and their team. They will have a late, glorious dinner and talk about the next six months and the following Victory Tour. They will discuss the inevitable questions about their relationship they are sure to face tomorrow.

For the next few blissful moments, it is just the two of them.

“Cato?” Clove mumbles, face pressed into the crook of his neck.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go home.”

#clato #cato and clove #the hunger games fanfiction #the hunger games fanfic #clato fanfic #THG fanfic #always remember we're burned for better #ARWBFB tag #it's a beast #the longest chapter ive ever written #againn #this one 21 pages LOL

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jthmstims · 4 years ago

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stimboard of the puchimaru fox plush keychain with knives and foxes for anon!

#puchimaru #fox #animals #stimboard #stim #knife #knives #weapons #nature #plush #brown #red #grey #my boards #ANON i have to tell you. i opened the link to the plush in a discord call and screamed #fav

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izusun · 3 years ago

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Headcanon: Izuku is into DIY.

Hot Take: Izuku would create a long furby. He has a collection of various eldritch creepy long furbies. Katsuki absolutely refuses to go into his room because of them. He would've exploded them by now but that would make Izuku cry.

Other CursedTM Things that Izuku does that makes Katsuki die inside and that Katsuki tries to hide from the rest of Class 1-A:

He's a part of the Vulture Culture community and collects roadkill and dead animals to turn into bones.

He has a collection of shitty All Might hawaiian shirts.

He has a collection of stuffed animals. They all have names ripped from Lovecraft such as "Yawgsathoth" and "Mother of Pus"

He writes fanfiction of the heroes.

He has a giant worm on a string plush, and his room is also decorated with Worms on Strings (you have no idea how much Katsuki had to bribe him not to add worms on strings to his uniform blazer)

He does have a plague doctor mask and will regularly just go out in a cloak and his mask

He cosplays exclusively female heroes, and crossdresses the worst dresses

He basically does art makeup, on his face and the face of Katsuki

"Hey what are you reading?" "Oh, this book on how to cook frogs."

He will eat anything. Including stuff that is on the ground. He has an iron stomach.

The actual reason Izuku hangs up All Might everywhere (it used to be a mix of all heroes) is because once in middle school Katsuki accused him of being straight, so he put him up everywhere and continued the habit, Katsuki hates his room now

- Goblin Anon (otherwise known as Goblin anon projects everything she does or wants to do onto her fav)

HI GOBLIN!!! GENUINELY SCREAMED AT THIS AU BECAUSE WTF

even i would not want to enter the beloved’s (izuku’s) room because of his shit.

i’ve searched up long furbys and i am, simply put, traumatized. i had a collection of furbys when i was a kid but we had to give them away because there’s too much of them. but long furbys? i am very much scared.

there’d be a picture of a long furby under the cut, and i’m genuinely terrified of the fucker.

also, can i just say that izuku writing fanfictions is the least cursed thing that he does? because like, reading the rest is like looking at that picture where you can’t decipher a single thing because, again, wtf izuku.

but they’re also funnier? creepier? because i can genuinely see izuku doing those dhekdoowks

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this shit would probably be snaking around the frames of izuku’s door. or he probably has one at the corner of his wall, the one that meets with the ceiling, and when a visitor looks up, they’re greeted by the sight of this centipede looking furby that has additional four eyes that izuku lovingly and carefully sewn on. it’s so nightmarish :’)

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the vulture culture part started when they were young. his interest started when he saw a documentary on how to pin butterflies and he was like, “you know what? thats actually something i want to do!” but! BUT!! he cannot catch a butterfly, thus he settled for mounting dragonflies which he collected in the nearby stream (where katsuki fell).

fun fact about mounting dragonflies: they lose colours when they’re dead. you can use acetone to not only help preserve its colours, but also to stop its decay. they decay so quickly, it’s terrible.

anyways, izuku does not know that and instead followed a youtube video of how to mount dragonflies, using an old picture frame as the case.

inko comes home, sees his son doing his stuff and is just happy that izuku’s not rewatching that loud all might video. she helps him pin the other wings and they are fascinated at how pretty they look. well, the next day, the wings are now transparent and the belly side of the dragonflies are black. it also stinks so they had to throw the whole thing plus the case.

izuku’s fascination grows from there.

a failed experiment, after all, instigates the desire to right them.

so that’s where he starts: butterflies, moths, beetles, another dragonfly case.

katsuki is fascinated and disgusted because, “why would you want dead insects in your room, deku?”

the rest began when the bakugou’s and the midoriya’s have road trips. inko doesn’t have a car so the bakugou’s drive along with them, and it’s a good day. the kids are having fun and getting along, and the parents are chilling and enjoying their vacation. life is good.

then on their drive home, izuku, who is sitting sandwiched between katsuki and inko, lets out this blood-curdling scream. it wakes katsuki up and almost had masaru swerving the car out of the highway.

“maru-san (because my boy izuku cannot say masaru) can you please stop the car! i wanna get that!” he screams, pointing at something indecipherable by the side of the roads.

masaru does anyways because it’s so rare for izuku to request something, but also his heart’s still pumping so fast after izuku’s scream.

masaru wasn’t even done stopping the engine when the car doors are opening, and katsuki and izuku are tumbling out, hand-in-hand. masaru and inko follow them closely, while mitsuki stayed to watch over the car.

katsuki’s excited for an adventure, but then izuku just. stops them. in front of a skull.

masaru chokes from behind them and katsuki lets go of izuku’s hand so fast, running back to his dad because, again, “deku what the shit?”

izuku ignores him and gestures at the deer skull, one that has moss growing by the teeth and around the jaw, turning to inko to ask, “mama? can we bring that home?”

masaru feels very faint, but doesn’t say anything when inko easily agrees, laughing at her boy and patting his untameable hair as if your child asking you for a carcass’s skull is normal.

inko picks it up and they go back to the car. mitsuki does a double-take on what inko’s holding, but shushes up when she saw izuku bouncing happily. katsuki hesitantly sits beside izuku, but when izuku began yammering about all might, he forgets about the skull and nerds out with izuku.

inko explains to mitsuki and masaru about her son’s newfound interest, telling them that it’d go away in two years, don’t worry.

it didn’t. instead, his interest and his collection grew. so for his subsequent birthdays, along with hero merch, he has vulture culture collections gifted to him.

when he moved to the dorms, they’re more packaged than his hero merch and katsuki wants to get angry because he’s been looking for those limited hero merch and yet there they are, chilling beside izuku’s many many skulls and bones.

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IZUKU STARTED COLLECTING THE ALL MIGHT HAWAIIAN SHIRTS WHEN HE WAS TWELVE

he ransacked for the very first edition, often saving his allowance just so he can buy the retro versions of the all might hawaiian shirts. sometimes he’d barter, but that’s only when he’s really desperate for the shirts. usually he’d just be in an auction site and buy just those.

he’d take katsuki with him and katsuki is very careful in what to buy, often researching the things and having a very long pros and cons list to narrow down what he’d buy, then his best bud izuku just out there buying all might hawaiian shirts.

funniest thing too is that those are the first to go because they? don’t value much? and they’re ugly, tbh, and yet izuku’s slurping them all up.

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the first time class 1a were talking about plushies, izuku dropped the names and they’re confused because-

“bro did you name your plushies with lovecraft names?” OR “bro? do you perhaps have personalized lovecraft toys?”

it’s the earlier one but izuku would want to buy personalized lovecraft monster toys.

ok but? he names them as per the appropriate lovecraft characters? like:

a purple octopus plushie is called azathoth.

a green gecko plushie is called bokrug.

a fish plushie (literally nemo) is called dagon instead of nemo.

a pink jellyfish plushie is mother of pus.

he has other plushies that have normal names (well, as normal as naming a plushie “cheese grater”), but he has a collection of specific plushies that align with lovecraft beings.

he writes all might x reader fanfictions, i’m sorry ;v;

he only writes them because he doesn’t want other heroes with all might, but also the reader pairing gets more views than all might with other heroes.

katsuki caught him writing a slowburn, enemies to lovers all might x reader fanfic and proceeded to proofread it for him.

synopsis of the fanfiction: reader is a villain with a sound quirk (tailored to present mic’s quirk) and all might met them in a hero gala where the reader pretended to be a worker so that they could infiltrate the gala’s holder’s office for a specific banking access that is linked to the world’s bank. all might manages to sniff them out and proceeds to fight them, but when a beam is about to hit the reader, all might swoops in and saves them. cue the reader developing unwanted feelings for their greatest foe, all might.

aND THEN!!! all might knows the reader outside of their villain persona and is actually very much taken by them. so it’s a painful surprise that the reader is a villain. but he is willing to save them.

it is still incomplete despite having 102 chapters. by chapter 78, katsuki asked for payment because shit was too long and too angsty.

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HEISOSL IZUKU HAS A WORM ON A STRING DOOR CURTAIN

he genuinely likes them but creating the door curtain kind of extinguished that interest because that’s just too much worms and too much strings for a single curtain, and it was very much tiring.

he has a tiny one stitched on his blazer and inko heaved this really big sigh when she saw that her son’s crisp UA uniform got a worm by the chest pocket.

aizawa eyed it once and was so close to expelling izuku just because of that.

shouto, when they became friends, sends a box of them to izuku because he thought that those are izuku’s favourite. katsuki had not stopped cackling when he saw the huge box of them.

to punish katsuki, he made a furby with worm hair and left it by katsuki’s door. katsuki’s scream woke everyone up.

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the moment he walked out with a plague mask, tokoyami was exiting his dorm room too and they made a long eye contact.

tokoyami does not know if he is amazed by izuku’s plague mask or he is terrified because why does it look authentic.

for halloween, he was a plague doctor.

he stowed them away after saving eri.

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his first women hero cosplay was in third grade when they had a play about different heroes. the girl who was playing ragdoll got sick and everyone’s already strapped in as their hero and unwilling to change. izuku, himself, is present mic (katsuki’s all might).

the girls don’t want to give up their heroes and izuku, the bestest boy, goes and says he will become ragdoll.

their teacher agrees and helps him strap in as ragdoll and you know what, izuku loves it.

from then on, he tries to cosplay as much women heroes that he can afford. inko loves helping him and katsuki thinks he is adorable but! dont tell deku!!!

OK BUT he wore the dress that broke the internet once and katsuki almost exploded the dress off him. almost because izuku dodged and warned him that if he ever breaks that dress, katsuki will have to pay (either monetary or revenge, katsuki doesn’t know so he behaved).

FOR HALLOWEEN, HE WORE THIS AND KATSUKI HATES IT

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izuku painting star freckles on his face!!!! or heart freckles!!!! or flowers!!!!

izuku in fairy makeup, pleaseee!

he also loves giving katsuki his own freckles because something about blonde hair and red eyes with pale cheeks kissed by freckles is making izuku gay panic.

izuku putting concealer on his own freckles once and his classmates are looking at him weirdly, wondering why he looks off?

like he still looks amazing, but something’s missing. it’s fucking them up and katsuki isn’t helping them so they’re trying to piece what’s up.

it takes monoma sneering at izuku and asking where his eight freckles are that 1a realizes why he looks different.

ok but denki asking monoma why he knows how much freckles izuku has and monoma spluttering, bright red and embarrassed, until he just walks away.

(answer: he’s crushing on green bean).

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IZUKU HAVING A COLLECTION OF LIKE ARCHAIC? BREWING? STUFF? BOOKS.

i dont know how to explain it but my friend has this specific book about poisons, detailing recipes and ingredients.

it also talks about the use of frogs, lizards, snakes. the benefits of different flowers (ones with toxins) and how to use them during tea time.

it’s bizarre but the book looks pretty so i think izuku would have a handful of those in his room.

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izuku eating grass? flowers? trying dandelions and complaining that it’s furry

izuku wandering what a twig tastes like so he just sucks on it like a lollipop.

inko gave up on stopping him because her son would just eat anything but his broccolis, and she’s very much tired of thinking if izuku would have an upset stomach. he never had.

first time mitsuki saw izuku do that, she forced him to drink cola and eat candy to cleanse his palette.

katsuki goads him on eating more.

izuku’s favourite is chewing on maple leaves. he’s just a weird boy.

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OK BUT THE FINAL ONE ABOUT HIS ALL MIGHT POSTERS?? I HAVENT STOPPED LAUGHINGF

izuku wanting more all might figurines than posters. he only has some chemistry stuff (periodic table) on his wall, a little tapestry that matches inko’s, a canvas of monet’s water lilies (again, matching inko), and some cosmic facts that he bought online.

and yk katsuki sees those and thinks that it’s so weird that izuku has those posters but not all might?

his first thought was, “he doesn’t like all might as much as i do.”

the following one is, “he’s straight so he doesn’t want a guy’s face on his wall.”

katsuki’s mouth so happens to say the second one and the next week he visited izuku’s room again, each surface of the wall that is not taken by pinned insects and his frog-book stuff, plus his other existing non-hero posters, is covered in just all might posters.

he belatedly realizes that his own face is also on izuku’s wall, but that’s for later musings because for now he’s jealous that izuku managed to scourge the limited all might posters, but also is disgusted a bit because that’s too much all might.

katsuki walks out before his interest in all might plummets.

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ps to my beloved: ﹤୨♡୧﹥

GOBLIN I LOVE YOUR AUS ALL THE TIME AND IM SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE! YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME SMILE AND I LOVE U!!!! you’re genuinely so precious pls dont stop your ramblings!!!!

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luimagines · 4 years ago

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Hi! can I request wind scenario (in group) having a crush on gn reader (same age as him) whos kinda like a ghost like fading through walls, going invisible, making the room go cold ect. but they're still hyrulian (did I spell it right-)? (plush anon)

Masterlist

I mean, most people call them Hylian. But I suppose your rendition isn't wrong, since they're from Hyrule. Like a nationality versus a race.

Ok, I think I have an idea with what you mean. Ghostly abilities with a crushing Wind!

I hope I did it justice!

Scenario under the cut!

It was time. You had fought against it for so long.

It was time to track down Wind and figuring out what was eating at him.

You took a deep breath and fazed through the walls of the Wild's house.

He was getting worse and it was starting to worry you. It was unnoticeable at first but he would wander off and come back just fine. So no one did anything. Later though, he would walk off earlier and stay away for longer.

You were beginning to miss him.

But now, your group was no longer in an open space and there were less places for him to hide inside.

You hoped at least he didn't go outside. That would make things harder for you.

You also hoped that Wild wasn't going to get mad at you for just walking through the place. It's not something the others... appreciated... especially when you never gave out a warning.

But that was a them problem.

Wind never seemed to mind.

On the other hand though, you didn't want to risk getting a lecture and ruining your plan by fazing, and by extension, trespassing through the house. So you went invisible for good measure.

The only thing you couldn't fix was how the room always dropped in temperature but if you fast enough it wouldn't make a difference.

Peak in. Look for Wind. Dip if he's not there.

Simple plan of action. Simple solution.

It... didn't occur to you that Wild's house had a few more rooms than he let on, or let the others into. It also didn't occur to you that some places could only be reached by the outside and could then be an excellent place to hide.

Not from you though.

So the search didn't really last all that long.

Wind was hiding under the desk of the outer work house.

He looked like he was crying and was quietly shaking from weight of them.

Concern flooded through your system and you dropped next to him immediately. You went to place your hand on his wrist but he jerked up and made eye contact.

He screamed and jumped in place, slamming his head against the top of the desk and came back down with his hands on his head.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You reached out and began to rub the poor spot on his head, knocking his hands out of the way. "I probably should have said something first. Are you ok? I mean, obviously not if you're crying but that looked like it hurt-"

"I'm fine." Wind knocked your hands away and wiped his face with his sleeve. There was an edge to his words, and it shocked you a bit.

Wind was never hostile with you and the change made you instinctually move back with your hands up.

"Um... What happened?" You try instead. Maybe it was just the residue pain talking.

"Nothing." Wind sniffles and you swear you could almost see him putting up walls around himself. High and imposing and you nearly sink to the ground at the thought of him cutting you off.

“It’s not nothing if you’re crying over it.” You say gently. “It’s ok to cry Wind. My dad says that it’s just being alive and it’s nothing you have to hide. But why? Did someone hurt you?”

The thought makes you angry and the closet’s temperature plummets with your train of thought. “Who did it? Just say the word and I’ll deal with them.”

Wind hugs himself tighter and shakes his head. “No. No one hurt me.

“Then why...” You reach out again and hesitate to place your hand on Wind’s wrist again. After a second of deliberation you touch him and try reaching out again. “Wind, I’m your friend. What can I do help?”

“Nothing.” He spits and looks away from you. “It’s fine. You shouldn’t... You were the last person that I wanted to find me like this.”

He pushes past you and opens the door to the outside.

“Did I do something wrong?” You ask instead and chase him. “Wind, what’s wrong? Why are you avoiding me? Are you mad at me?”

“No.” He spins around and takes a deep breath. “It’s... nothing you have to be worried about. The problem is with me. I’ll get over it.”

“But I want to help...” You admit. It sounds weak even to your ears and you can only imagine how Wind must think it’s a little pathetic how little you actually contribute to the group.

It’s something that’s been bugging recently but everyone has been welcoming despite your abilities and they let you know when to take a step back from running head first.

It’s not a thought you focus on frequently but if Wind thinks of you that way...

Well... It hurts more than you’re willing to admit.

Wind chuckles slightly, ruefully, cutting off your thoughts. He begins to run a hand through his hair and he looks at the ground instead. “I know you do. You help everyone. You’re incredible like that, you know. I admire that about you. It’s one of your many talents that I can’t even begin to list them all off or I’ll be here all day. But this... Isn’t something that you can fix or help with. You wouldn’t want to help me anyway, if you knew what I did...or rather how I did it.”

He doesn’t anything more.

“But you’re Link.” You say and chance a step toward him. The use of his name, something you only use when alone with only one of them, catches his attention but he’s quick to look away from you again. “And you’re my friend. Why can’t I help you? Maybe just telling me would help, if there’s nothing I can do physically.”

“I...” Wind wipes his face again. “I can’t. It would change the way you see me. I know it. It’s not... I don’t know if I can handle that. I think it’ll hurt to much to see your face look at me in horror. It wouldn’t be a good look for you anyway. You’re too pretty and sweet and nice and I’m-.”

“Wind.” You begin to walk toward him more, counting on the fact that he’s still talking to you that he won’t run away. “I can’t say I know what you’re talking about. But do what to know how I see you?”

He blinks, a little wide eyed and fearful but nods.

“I see an incredibly brave hero. Someone’s friend. Someone’s brother. Someone’s right hand man. Someone who saw a problem and wanted to fix it. Someone who was willing to travel the world and risk his own life to protect the people he cares about. Someone who loves adventure and the ocean and always sure wonder in his eyes... I admire the way you see life and I think you’re a genius. There’s a way your brain works that I find absolutely fascinating.” You put your hands on his shoulders. “I trust you. I care about you. And... I want to help you with your problems. I want to know your dreams and your goals and I want to see more of your world and know more about the people you care about...”

You stop and gulp. It’s getting a little too real for you to handle. Time to stop talking about that less you say something you can’t take back.

“If you’d let me anyway.” You finished lamely. “My... My point is that, you’re a good person. You have a good heart and a good head on your shoulders. You... You’ve done so much and can do so much more if you put mind to it. Not only did you save the world but I bet that you’ll change it for the better. I want to be able to see it. You are many things Link, but you’re not cruel. If you did a bad thing, I’m sure it was for a good reason.”

Wind steps closer to you to close the distance and hugs you.

Tight.

“You’re too good to me, you know that?” He says into your hair.

You hug him back with just as much force and grin into his neck, content with the contact. “I’d give you the world if I could Link.”

“Not if I give it to you first.” He fires back and lets go slightly. He chances a look at your face and studies it for a moment.

You look back at him and do the same. He’s beginning to look more like himself and a lot less like he’s been crying. He’s got a large smile on his face before it morphs into a more determined one.

It catches you off guard but right as you try to question him, he leans in and places a hesitant and delicate kiss to your cheek.

It’s more like a butterfly touch with how nervous he is to do it and you barely feel it.

But it feels a little more magical that way and your heart flutters into a frenzy.

Your hand reaches your mouth and you have trouble looking him in the eye after that. You’re happy. Confused. But happy.

The blush on your face, you know, is very bright and Wind smiles at your reaction.

“What was that for?” You whisper.

“A thank you.” Wind offers his arm despite the massive blush me has on his face as well. He looks pleased. “You said you wanted to know me more... And well, I’d like to know you more to. Want to go to the tower with me?”

He points to the top of the town, beyond the houses and where you know Purah the scientist resides to do her research.

There’s hardly any visitors there, so it would just be you and him...

You grin and take his arm. “I’d like that a lot actually.”

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quindolyn · 4 years ago

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🦦 I feel like seeing my his gf’s nipple piercings James would want to get his done and convince Sirius to do it too. He’d chicken out after getting the first one because it hurts more than expected

-nipple piercing anon

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE! 1/5 of my James baby blurbs for today!

Hey baby, I’m not familiar with the nipple piercing process so I hope this is vague enough to work. Love you so much.

Word Count: 978

You stood between James’ legs, one hand gripping his thigh, though not doing much to actually capture the entirety of the muscle in your comparatively minuscule sized hand. Your other hand had already trailed up Jamesie’s toned abs’ running your fingers over the ridges and crevices before finding its way to his nipple, hesitantly hovering over it before flicking it with your fingernail.

“Be careful there Angel,” The dark haired boy scolded, gripping the wrist of the offending hand in his before pressing your palms together so that he could intertwine his fingers with yours, giving your hand a firm squeeze.

“M’sorry Jamie,” You said, moving your arms so that they were both wrapped around his waist, allowing you to pull your body even closer to his, “You’re just gonna look so pretty once you get your nipples pierced, we’re gonna be matching,” You laid your head against his chest as he spoke, smiling lazily as you allowed your eyes to flutter closed.

James could feel your nipple piercings through the thin fabric of your shirt as they pressed into his abdomen and the chill of the metal against his skin caused goose bumps to rise on his soft skin as he shivered in anticipation of what was about to come.

“Hey there lovebirds,” Sirius greeted as he sauntered into the bathroom he shared with both our boyfriend and his own, supplies in hand.

“Hi, Si,” You murmured, opening your eyes to look at him as he set his stuff down on the counter next to where James was perched on the cool stone countertop.

“Hi doll,” Sirius leaned over to press a quick kiss to our forehead before pulling back to resume it futzing with his tools as he lined them up, why James had asked Sirius of all people to help him with this was beyond you, you knew that their brotherly bond was strong, but you couldn’t help but think that it was a touch idiotic for James to place both his health and his nipples in Sirius’ hand, and by the look on Remus’ face as he leaned in the open door frame you could tell he was thinking the same thing.

“You want me to hold your hand J?” You asked, resting your chin on James’ strong chest so that you could gaze up at his beautiful hazel eyes which stared back down at you through the thick frames of his glasses.

He nodded his head before pressing a kiss to your forehead, his plush lips soft against your skin as he squeezed you in his arms, never wanting to let you go, “Yes please, Princess.”

You stood there for a moment, just enjoying being held by the man you loved so much it almost hurt you at times before Sirius cleared his throat and the two of you separated to look at him.

“Gonna have to move from between his legs (L/N), can’t get at him with you there.”

“Fine,” You sighed, standing on your tippy toes to press one last kiss to James’ red lips before moving out from between his legs to his side, his hand never leaving yours.

You watched anxiously as Sirius began the process of marking the spot of the piercing before lining up the needle, you felt James’ hand tighten its grip on yours making you look up at him. He was smiling adoringly at you, paying Sirius no attention.

You almost felt guilty for what was about to happen and that almost guilt washed over you as his eyes screwed shut, you knew Sirius had pierced it and you felt phantom pains in your own piercings, remembering how it had hurt when you had gotten yours done, especially the first one.

“Shhh,” You soothed as Sirius secured the piercing, running your hand through his mop of unruly curls as he dropped his forehead to smear against your shoulder, “You’re okay Jamie, I know it hurts but you did such a good job.”

“She’s right,” Sirius added, knowing that any praise would only help to speed along the process as James practically lived off of it, “Already halfway done Prongs.”

James shook his head against your shoulder furiously, burrowing into the crook of your neck, “Don’t wanna do it again, it hurts too much, m’done,” He whined, and you could feel a few teardrops sprout from his eyes and dampen the skin of your neck.

“What do you mean you’re done baby, got one more left, and then you’re done,” You ran your hand up and down the expanse of his toned back, “Just one more baby.”

“Nu uh,” He turned his head so that his mouth has pressed to your neck instead of your shoulder as he spoke, “M’done, don’t want the other one, it hurts too bad, want this one out!”

You exchanged a look with Sirius, you’d expected something like this to happen, as much as James liked to pretend he was this badass he really was your baby boy at heart.

“S’just one more Prongs, and you already got the worst out of the way,” Sirius chimed in, placing his tattooed hand on James’ exposed shoulder, “And you’ve already done the worst part.”

“But it hurts so bad, don’t know how you did (Y/N/N),” He whimpered, sniffling as he spoke.

“S’cause she’s strong,” Remus offered, speaking for the first time from the doorway, “Got yourself a very strong girl there James.”

“And you’re my strong boy Jamie,” You cooed, pulling him closer to you, “You’re my best boy, now s’just one more, you think you can do it?”

He pulled back to look up at you with puffy red eyes that brought out the green in his irises before nodding pathetically, “It’s just one more,” He said like he was looking for confirmation.

“That’s right baby, just one more.”

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Thank you for celebrating 800 with me, this celebration is no longer open but all blurbs and headcanons from this celebration and others can be found linked in my master list which you can find in my navigation page!

#thank you #800 follower celebration #james potter #fluff?#James potter x reader #James potter fluff

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candreloup · 4 years ago

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Hello! So, here's the surprise! I'm doing a collab with@villain-enthusiast! We decided to split an ask into two parts- I'm doing part one, and they'll do part 2. The ask is from an anon- but whoever you are, here's your ask! Also- to the people reading this, make sure to go check out part 2 on @villain-enthusiast's 's blog! I'll add the link when it's up. Anyways, on to the story!

(Also this ask is addressed to@villain-enthusiast, NOT me)

hi! i really love your writing, and i was wondering if you could write a snippet where an assassin is given a lucrative sum of money to kill a prince, but when she tries to, it turns out that the prince is like, /five/, and his parents really suck (like, really, really suck), so she ends up faking the prince's death and adopting (read: kidnapping)

"I need you to kill someone."

The bag thumped onto the table, clanking with the distinct sound of coins.

Assassin raised an eyebrow. "That little?"

The man at the end of the table scoffed. "There's more."

"How much more?"

"Enough."

Assassin snorted and spun in her chair, turning and getting up.

"50,000."

Assassin started walking.

"100,000."

She kept walking, strolling lazily along the plush carpet. The man behind her huffed in exasperation. "What more do you want?" Assassin laughed.

"You know the price- you tell me."

"...500,000."

Her back still turned, Assassin paused, calculating. 500,000. It was a ridiculous sum for an assassination- even she knew that. Half a million was enough to live off of for... well, for a while. On one hand- it was almost too good to be true. On the other hand, she knew full well it was going to be risky. No one in their right minds would give half a million for an easy kill. But money was money, and she'd done hard kills for less money. After a moment of hesitation, Assassin spun on her heel.

"Now that's what I'm talking about."

Assassin crouched on the roof, staring into the glowing windows of the castle. A prince. It had been a while since Assassin had killed a royal- the heavy defenses and high risk made it a task she'd only once accepted. The knowledge had made Assassin hesitate- but that hesitation vanished when the man raised the prices to 700,000 without blinking an eye. Jesus. How important was this prince, anyways? He was in line to inherit a small kingdom- beneath most others' notice and unlikely to pose any threat. Oh well. In this business, Assassin had learned not to pry. It never went well. The last time she'd gotten involved... well, it hadn't gone the best. For her or the target. Better to keep out of it and just do the job.

The curtain moved, focusing Assassin's attention on it. She was perched on one of the castle's roofs- one that was relatively far away from the guard but close enough for her to use binoculars to see what she assumed was the prince's room. It was a strangely childlike room, with a regal look and a huge vaulted ceiling-but with decorations that seemed more fit for a toddler than an adult. The curtain was pulled aside by a woman- the queen, a tall middle aged woman with crease lines on her forehead- and pinned to the walls. The door slid open and the queen stood there, breathing in the night air. She turned suddenly, something pulling on her dress. A child's hand. Whose- As the queen turned, it hit her. The prince is a child.

Shit. In the years she'd been killing, Assassin had never touched children. She had lines, boundaries she didn't cross. Killing the bedridden, senile, children- that she didn't do. Her morality wasn't shattered enough to stoop that low. She could make money other ways.

Shit. Assassin silently cursed her stupidity. Why hadn't she asked for more details? The man had been cagey, nervous- but it wasn't unusual for new clients to be more reserved. The thing that should have tipped her off was when he'd refused to give her more information than the prince's hair color and eye color. She'd assumed- god, she should've known- that the prince was a young adult- at least past his teenage years and soon to inherit the throne. But not a child. His parents were unusually old for the prince's age, too; they must have had a child early.

It was a good thing this was a reconnaissance mission. She'd just have to go back and-

A sudden burst of movement from the window caught Assassin's attention. The woman was upset, waving her arms and moving around the room agitatedly. The prince just sat on the bed, head hung and feet dangling. What the hell? Assassin decided not to get involved. That was the best thing to do.

Don't get involved. Ignore it.

And then the queen slapped the child. Hard. Across the face.

From what Assassin could see, the child wasn't crying- only sitting, still dangling his legs over the edge of the bed like a doll. The queen was clearly screaming, pointing to something with her mouth moving. She slammed her hand on a table, still screaming about something, and grabbed the boy's legs, stopping their dangling motion. He didn't seem to be saying anything- but the woman was getting angrier and angrier by the second. She was throwing things now, hurling papers and books off of desks and smashing objects on the floor. The prince did nothing. Finally, the woman stormed off, a trail of destruction following her. The door slammed, and the little boy sat on the bed, crying.

Assassin was pissed. She didn't know what the argument was about, or why the queen thought she could slap her child. The boy looked young- what, five? Too young to be hit like that. And the fact that he hadn't started crying until his mother left the room made Assassin very doubtful of their relationship.

It's not my business. Assassin could feel the anger building up, boiling white-hot. Not my business. She remembered screams from a different time, bruises and cuts in places that couldn't be seen.

Just keep out of it. Yelling and the crashing sounds of things shattering echoing down the hallway. Sobbing, and the sound of skin thrown violently against skin. The metallic smell of blood.

No.

Assassin stood up carefully and started to climb down the roof.

It's my business now.

The next few days were a blur of preparation. What to do, how to handle the parents, where to go- and how to safely take the prince. How to remove the bounty on his head. How to get away without the retaliation of the man who'd paid her to kill this child. She'd have to plant a fake body, make a possible story- preferably one that pinned the parents. They deserved the worst.

The first step was sneaking into the castle and observing the situation more carefully. Their private lives were a cesspool of violence and rage. From father to mother, mother to son and father to son. Throwing things, hitting things, hitting people- everything was a target. Close servants, mistresses, even the unfortunate people who happened to find the king in his drunken rages. Everything was, of course, kept under wraps. It wouldn't do to have the royal family exposed for domestic violence and abuse. No, instead they always appeared as a perfect family. Even when the king was drunk, he was always sober enough to leave marks where no one else could see them. The queen wore long sleeves. So did the prince.

Assassin couldn't stand to watch their family for more than an hour. Except for the prince. She was extremely interested in him. He was seven, but looked a lot smaller than he should have. Probably because... well, Assassin didn't want to think about that. He studied constantly. Partly because of his parents and partly because of his own volition- his parents left him alone when he was studying.

It only took a day or so for Assassin to figure out the best plan to get the prince out after she'd figured out their schedules. She had to plant a fake dead body in the prince's room, bring him out through the window. Night was the best time- everyone was sleeping and the guard's visibility was much lower. But she had to act fast. The rotation was tight, with barely any breaks in their watches. She'd only been able to observe them from a fairly far away tower using her best gear, and only because the palace had such large windows. But the guards were also only human, and she'd slipped past castle defenses before.

That night was dark, a kind of pitch blackness that covered even the stars' piercing lights. The perfect night for Assassin, with even the moon only a sliver in the sky. Tonight was the night. She'd known the minute the sun went down and she could barely see past the end of her street. It was perfect.

She slipped past the guards fairly easily- only a few close calls that set her heart racing. Everything else was a breeze past that, the climbing not difficult as long as she stayed low. The prince's room was near another roof, the window and balcony protruding from it easily accessible. It was going too well.

Assassin finally made it onto the balcony, silently sliding through the open window. The queen had left it slightly open after she left the room, slamming the door as usual. The window was a tall one, a typical French Window leading onto a huge balcony. She stood in the prince's room for a moment, looking around to make sure she was alone before she walked quietly to the boy's bed. He was sleeping soundly, chest rising and falling steadily.

Assassin reached out a hand to his head.

Something grabbed her wrist suddenly. Assassin jolted in shock, twisting her wrist away instinctively.

The prince was sitting up in bed, staring at her.

"What are you doing?"

#assassin #ask #collab #check other person out #child person #palace #prince #royalty #terrible adults

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realcube · 4 years ago

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coming out to them as bisexual 🏳️‍🌈 pt 2

part one | navi | taglist

thanks to anon for this cute request

characters: yaku, tendō & atsumu

trigger warning: swearing, coming out, mentions of drug dealing,

morisuke yaku

♡ he gives off bi mom friend energy

♡ but i don’t think he cares about his sexual orientation too much or gives it any thought - he knows he loves you and that’s enough

♡ hence he probably identifies at straight

♡ which means he is the straight mom friend

♡ he’s still a mom friend either way though so ofc he noticed when you started getting all fidgety, nervous and defensive around him - like you were trying to hide something

♡ which you were; as recently you were reminded of the fact you were going to have to come out to your boyfriend eventually or else he might find out on his own

♡ so every time you entered a conversation with him, you started it with the intention of coming out to him but every single time you got nervous and chickened out

♡ yaku didn’t know this though so he was automatically under the assumption you were doing something shady behind his back

♡ however, he trusted you enough to know that you weren’t the sort of person to do stuff like that; but either way, he had to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering you so much

♡ but when you tell him that it’s bc you are bi, he supports you completely 💖💖

♡ probably gets you a little wristband with the bi flag on it to apologise for his accusatory behaviour

♡ *cue discussion*

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

“you’re probably wondering why we are all gathered here today.” yaku said, his eyes flickering between the chairs, which were all placed in a circle, each one being occupied by a plushie of yours.

you sat directly across from him, slumped back in your chair and trying to stifle a snicker at him talking to your plushies as if they could listen. “yaku, why are we here?”

he wasted no time in pulling rilakkuma off it’s chair and hurling it directly at your head, “why have you been acting so shady and suspicious around me recently?!”

although it was only a plush toy, the force behind yaku’s throw was enough to almost result in you falling off your chair. even though he didn’t seem in the best of moods, you figured now was a better time than ever to come out to him as it meant you wouldn’t have to lie further and risk potentially getting yourself in more trouble - plus, pompompurin was here and he’d accept you even if yaku didn’t.

“i- i was just nervous about coming out.” you eventually choked out, your gaze dropping to the ground to avoid having to look yaku in the eye.

yaku felt a tinge on guilt shoot through his body before he spluttered, “oh, that’s cool, then. congratulations!” he shot you a smile accompanied by a thumbs-up before swiftly getting up from his seat and walking round the circle to gather the plushies, “what are you coming out as, if you don’t mind me asking?”

your eyes widened at how quickly his demeanour changed, “uh- bi.” you stuttered, hesitantly getting up from your chair to join him in clearing up. “it’s fine, yaku. i guess i was acting kinda dodgy - i was all out of nerves though! i promise i’m not part of some huge, underground drug deal.”

yaku simply smiled, kissing the nape of your neck as he passed by you to stack the chairs, “that makes one of us.”

“what-”

satori tendō

♡ in regards to his sexuality- i have no idea- maybe pan? maybe straight? maybe ace? who knows

♡ i don’t think he himself even knows what sexuality he is

♡ like i can imagine him replying ‘yes’ when someone asks him what his sexual orientation is

♡ though he definitely supports the lgbtq+ community i mean look at him, does he look homophobic to you? /j

♡ probably gets bisexual, bisulfite & bicycle mixed up sometimes

♡ ‘heh, what? you’re bisectional?’

♡ srsly he would not care

♡ unless you cry, then he knows it is serious

♡ but besides that, he doesn’t understand the pressure and anxiety associated with coming out so when you he’s just like ‘good for you. wanna go harass some seagulls now?’

♡ anyway, he realises that coming out is pretty big deal, he’ll be so chuffed that you decided to tell him

♡ he’s so cute 🥺 and he’ll make you a cake with the bi colors on it! to both congratulate you and apologise for being so indifferent the first time

♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥

you sighed, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly until you heard three consecutive knocks at your door followed by a muffled ‘(y/n)!’, so you immediately knew it was tendō as he is the only person who knocks instead of ringing the doorbell.

your lips instinctively curled into a smile as this’d be the first time you’ve talked to tendō since you came out to as bi around a week ago, to which he replied, “okay. anyway, back to what i was saying about avatar..”

though it wasn’t the reaction you were expecting, you couldn’t really find a reason to complain. i mean, an ‘okay’ wasn’t him dismissing your sexuality or saying he hated you for it, hence you’d feel bad if you were to moan about it.

you swung the door open and were about to instinctively throw yourself into his arms but you stopped in your tracks when he flinched, and that’s when you noticed the gift he held in his hands; a beautiful cylindrical layer cake with a smooth ombré icing fade of pink, to purple to blue - the bisexual flag colors.

without even greeting you, tendō immediately began his apology and trying to shove the cake into your arms, “sorry about last week. i felt really bad so i made you this cake! i know i’m late but congratulations, (y/n). love you~”

atsumu miya

♡ he has ragin bisexual energy but let’s not talk about that-

♡ he’s straight guys 🙄

♡ yeah let’s just say that

♡ anyway, he’s super duper nervous and surprised when you could out to him but he tries to be cool about it

♡ like he seriously doesn’t know how to act

♡ HE DOESN’T LET ANYONE BE MEAN TO YOU ABOUT IT THOUGH

♡ he will literally put anyone in a casket real quick if they even look at you the wrong way after you come out

♡ flashback to that one time suna made a threesome joke after you told him you were bi and atsumu spat on him

♡ he probably talks to you about hot girls now

♡ HE THINKS THAT YOU ARE OKAY WITH HIM STALKING HOT GIRLS’ INSTAGRAM PAGES AS LONG AS HE SENDS YOU A LINK TO THEIR ACC ONCE HE’S DONE

♡ and you are 🥰

♡ and he does it so often too like everytime you get a notif from him there is a 90% chance it’s a link to a hot girls’ instagram

♡ (or a catgirl)

♡ and please respond with something like ‘you feed me so well tsumu🙏’ or else he won’t feel like his efforts are apricated

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you peered over atsumu’s shoulder as he shamelessly admired the admired pretty ladies on his instagram explore page while sitting right beside you - his sweet girlfriend who he believed to be straight. well, not for long, though.

you couldn’t help but smile, playfully flicking the base of his neck before muttering, “she’s hot.”

atsumu replied without hesitation, “I know right.” then swiped the instagram tab away, turning to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead, “not as hot as you though.”

jeez. you thought you could indirectly come out to him by complimenting that lady but it was as if he simply refused to pick up on the hints you were constantly dropping. “i’m bi, atsumu.” you blurted out, along with a swift roll of your eyes.

his eyes winded instantly - most at the fact you just called him by his whole first name rather than ‘babe’ or ‘bitch’ like you usually do. but eventually he processed the first thing you said and to say his was shocked would be an understatement.

his heart was going 100 miles an hour while he sat frozen, staring at you like a fool while you sat there, looking at him expectantly. he had so much he wanted to say; so much he needed to tell you but the words got caught in his throat and he was afraid of coming off nosey or fake. he genuinely wanted to tell you how much he supported and loved you but of course, what really came out was, “that’s a vibe.”

#atsumu x you #atsumu fluff #tendou fluff #tendou x you #yaku x you #yaku fluff #atsumu imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu x female reader #atsumu headcanons #tendou satori #tendou imagine #tendou x y/n #tendou x reader #tendou hcs #yaku x y/n #yaku x reader #👾fluff

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iwaisa · 4 years ago

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request. juabsba t h i r st Yamaguchi is an awkward mans but 🥵🥵 can you write something where him and the reader haven’t done a lot of stuff, and one day he lets her use his computer for homework and when she opens it there’s porn, where someone is being eaten out and Yamaguchi is like “akauanbabsba IM SO SORRY” and the reader is like “Can we do that 👉👈🥺 can you kiss me down there” hzshsg that scenario has just been in my mind - anon

a/n. ugh YES i love this so so much thank you for this beautiful ask nonnie 😽😽

(also i got wayyy too carried away with his HAHA)

► now playing...

- pairing. yamaguchi x female reader

- genre. nsfw ! (characters are in their third year)

- warnings. smut, cunnilingus, one (1) kind of embarrassing situation? maybe two

- word count. 1.7k+

yamaguchi was a busy man - being captain of the volleyball team and all. his responsibilities only grew, leaving less time for the two of you to spend alone together. his desire to simply cuddle up with you on his bed or yours while watching a movie was becoming too much, and all he wanted to do was be with you.

not only was he starved of your affection, he was also beginning to grow antsy with each lingering touch he gave you. his hands stayed on your hips longer, his kisses began to trail down your jaw, and he couldn’t stop himself from checking your body out, even in the school uniform.

you noticed your boyfriend’s obvious antics of course, and you couldn’t deny that your desire to go further with your relationship was growing. thoughts of touching him in places he’s never been touched before plagued your mind, even in class. you even found yourself wondering what his moans would sound like.

yamaguchi seemed to be having a harder time with his lewd thoughts. since he got out of volleyball late each day due to captain duties, he wasn’t able to have you over at his house as often. dates were cut short by academic responsibilities as well, as being in higher classes meant less time for goofing off and more time for preparing for college.

yamaguchi resorted to watching porn in his free time, and he wondered if you did the same. if so, what kind of porn did you like? what positions intrigued you the most? how did you like to touch yourself? did you want him to touch you like those guys do in those videos?

any and all thoughts quickly dissolved by the time he met up with you, however, as he never wanted his taboo ideas to scare you off. it was only when he was alone in the comfort of his bedroom would he let his mind wander, imagining you in front of him on your knees instead of his fist around his pulsating cock. he was quick to think of himself as disgusting after he looked at his toned abdomen painted in his release, his insecurities getting the best of him. how would you react if you knew of the lewd way your boyfriend was imagining you?

today was going to be especially hard, he thought. his eyes failed to stay on the textbook in front of him, but who could blame him? the skirt you wore today was pretty damn short. but who was he to complain? he loved the view of your pretty lace panties, and he wondered if you had meant to wear those just for him.

he used his duvet to cover his unfortunate state, his boner growing each passing second he glanced over to see your exposed thighs from where you sat leaning against his bed. any noise you made caused him to jump, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“tadashi? you’ve been jumping a lot. like just now,” you pointed out. he was quick to pull himself together, practically forcing himself to tear his gaze away from your legs.

“i’m alright! just trying to figure out these equations,” he lied.

you nodded your head, “can i borrow your computer for a little bit? i left mine at home and i need to finish my draft for english.”

he was quick to respond by reaching in front of him to pick up the computer, handing it over to you. he let out a quiet sigh, forcing himself to focus on the paper in front of him. he was halfway through writing the answer to an equation when he heard a very sultry moan come from his computer.

yamaguchi’s eyes widened as he practically snapped his whole body to face you. there on full display, the screen showed a video of a man enthusiastically eating a woman out. yamaguchi felt his heart shatter into a plethora of bits at the idea that you’d think he’s a freak for watching this type of stuff, but he couldn’t help himself - he was only a teenager.

he finally broke out of his thoughts, standing up to quickly grab the computer from your grasp, ignoring the raging bulge in his joggers.

“i’m so sorry! shit, that’s really weird. i-i’m so so sorry f/n!” he was sweating bullets as he shut the computer lid with a loud snap, his hand quickly coming up to hide his crimson face. it seemed like an hour had passed before he heard your soft voice cut through the uncomfortable silence.

“tadashi? can we uhm...try that?”

his eyes flew open, watching you through the gaps in his fingers as your thighs clenched together, arousal shooting through your whole self. he nearly came right then and there at your proposal, his cock jumping at how innocent you looked and sounded.

“w-what?”

you cleared your throat and stood up, linking your fingers through his. “the uhm...video. do you want to do that?”

yamaguchi gulped, fighting the urge to pull his sweaty hands out of your grasp. he slowly removed his hand from his face, squeezing his eyes shut before landing his gaze on yours.

“are you sure? i-i don’t want you to feel like you have to just because you saw that. i mean of course i want to do that with you, i’m supposed to be a good boyfriend and please you and-”

you cut him off, “tadashi.” you raised your eyebrows, your gaze turning stern. “you’re an amazing boyfriend. the best, in fact. not to mention my first boyfriend. and...i’ve been wanting to do something with you for a while,” you trailed off, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

the two of you stood there for a few moments, before yamaguchi squeezed your hand, urging you to look at him. “tell me if you want to stop, okay angel?” you nodded, pushing your nerves away.

yamaguchi leaned in slowly, pulling your body flush against his. he whispered a quick ‘i love you’ before locking lips with you, his other hand wrapping around your waist. your free hand made its way up to rest on the nape of his neck, playing with his baby hairs.

he began backing you up towards the bed, breaking away from the kiss to let you lay on the duvet. he blindly shoved his textbooks and papers out of the way as he connected his mouth to yours again, massaging your tongue with his. your soft whimpers beneath him sent his blood straight to his cock, and it was becoming painfully hard for him to continue.

he began moving his kisses down your jaw, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, grunting in response to your gorgeous mewls. lifting up your shirt, his eyes widened as he noticed there was no fabric covering your nipples.

he glanced up at you in surprise, watching as you bit your bottom lip in embarrassment. before you could open your mouth to defend why you weren’t wearing a bra, his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his tongue slowly swirling around the hardening bud. the loud moan you let slip was music to his ears as he continued moving south, his hands fumbling with the waistline of your skirt.

he glanced up once more to get approval to slip your skirt down your plush thighs, finally being able to see you. he practically licked his lips as he stared at your panties, your arousal seeping through the material. yamaguchi couldn’t help but glance up at your flushed face once more, the look you gave him causing him to gulp once more.

he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your clothed cunt, his lips quirking into a slight smile at the lewd moan you made. he made quick work of slipping the garment off, tossing it somewhere in his room.

he watched in awe as your cunt clenched around nothing, your folds glistening in your slick.

“you’re so wet,” he mumbled out, quickly shooting his hand to cover his mouth. “sorry, that was really blunt. i- uh...you’re beautiful,” he mumbled quickly, using his finger to collect your juices.

“tadashi, please,” you pleaded, propping yourself up on your forearms. he nodded, gulping for the umpteenth time before leaning forward to lick a stripe up your folds. the moan that escaped your mouth was downright pornographic, and yamaguchi felt himself growing impossibly harder by the minute.

he continued licking up your arousal, using his middle finger to prod at your entrance. you gasped as he slid into you, your hands making their way to his olive tresses. your back was now pressed against the mattress as yamaguchi ate you out like a man starved. he was unable to stop himself from humping the duvet as your moans made their way to his ears.

he groaned against your folds, the vibrations coursing through your body causing you to buck your hips into his face. he used his free hand to pin your thighs onto the bed, continuing to attempt to relieve his own pent-up arousal.

you felt the coil in your stomach unwinding rapidly, your release approaching faster than you’ve ever experienced before. unfortunately for yamaguchi, he felt the same, his own orgasm threatening to hit him at any moment.

his fingers pistoned in and out of you, his lips and tongue continuing to pleasure your clit. you cried out as his finger pressed up against your spongey walls, forcing your orgasm to hit you full force. yamaguchi slowed his pace as he helped you through your high, internally smacking himself for the wet patch forming in his boxers.

he pulled away, gently slipping his fingers out of your sensitive cunt. he attempted to hide himself, his face growing red from embarrassment and shame that he came in his pants. much to his dismay, you noticed, taking that time to tease him about it.

“tadashi, did you really cum in your pants from eating me out?” he stopped dead in his tracks at your words, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

“i-i’m sorry, it was just really...hot,” he mumbled, still refusing to make eye contact with you. you sat up on your knees, crawling towards your boyfriend, watching with a smirk as his eyes widened as your fingers rubbed over his clothed cock.

“it’s okay, angel. just let me help you out now.”

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rmnamjoons · 5 years ago

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Embrace [KNJ]

➳ request from anon: You don’t have to if you don’t want to do it but a one shot where Namjoon and y/n cuddle a lot and they both get teased by the members and both Namjoon and y/n secretly like each other it can be smut or fluff or both.

➳ summary: You and Namjoon have been best friends for years, and you’ve been secretly in love with him basically the entire time. You both love cuddling and being close, much to the amusement of your friends, but to you, being with Namjoon like this means everything. You’ve always believed that Namjoon didn’t feel the same way as you, no matter how much you wanted him to, but maybe there is actually something else behind Namjoon’s cuddles, other than just innocent friendship.

➳ pairing: Namjoon x reader

➳ genre: smut, fluff, best friends to lovers

➳ word count: 3.9k

➳ tags: smut, fingering, cuddling, grinding, sex in spooning position, mutual pining, accidental confession of love, bed sharing, mutual orgasm, loving possessiveness (i.e. “you’re mine” during sex), soft dom namjoon

➳ links: read this on ao3, link to my masterlist

The movie was almost over, but you weren’t ready to leave Namjoon’s warm embrace yet. You were sitting across his lap, his big strong arms around you, your head leaning on his shoulder where you’d nuzzled in to get warmer.

At least, that’s what you’d told him and yourself, that you’d needed to cuddle with him because you were cold and the other boys took all the blankets. In reality, you just loved the feeling of the man you were in love with holding you close. It let you pretend, at least for a little while, that he liked you back and you weren’t some pathetic loser in love with your best friend.

Not that Namjoon seemed to mind. The man loved cuddles maybe even more than you did, always hugging you from behind, pulling you into his lap, putting his arm around you when you sat together. The others always teased the two of you, asking if you’d finally gotten together yet, and Namjoon always blushed and hid his face and said it wasn’t like that, sending a stab of pain to your heart.

It wasn’t like that, and never would be. He just liked to cuddle with you, no ulterior motives or hidden feelings. You were his best friend and he trusted you more than anyone, and that was that.

You’d noticed when you’d first befriended him, how much he avoided physical contact. He didn’t like being touched by others, even his friends, but then came you — even if he wasn’t in love with you, you knew he cared about you deeply. You were the one person he let touch him, who he sought out physical affection from. It made your heart soar, how much you knew he liked and trusted you, even if it wasn’t romantically.

Now, snuggled up to him as the movie reached its climax, you could barely keep your eyes open. Being held by him always did this to you, especially when you could feel his gentle breathing lulling you to sleep. He was so big and warm, like your own personal teddy bear — your Joonie bear, you teasingly called him once — and as much as you always wanted to cherish being held, it always knocked you right out when it was like this, warm and cuddly and snuggled up together.

You could hear the movie winding down now, but you nuzzled in closer to him, feeling the way he squeezed his arms around you tighter, protective and loving. You hummed a small contented noise and he responded by touching his lips to your forehead, not quite kissing you there.

“Aww, check out the happy couple,” Taehyung jeered, making a few of the others laugh.

“Be quiet, you’ll wake her,” Namjoon murmured, ignoring their taunts, and you kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

“He’s so smitten, look at him!” Jimin laughed, and Namjoon tensed. You swore you could almost hear his heartbeat racing in his chest.

“Shut up,” Namjoon grumbled, bringing one hand up to rest gently on your head. You wondered if he was trying to cover your ear so you wouldn’t hear what the boys were saying, figuring he was just trying to stop them from waking you up.

The movie continued on, and Namjoon kept his hand in place on your head, a few times moving his fingers a little, stroking your hair back from your face. You made another little noise, sighing and snuggling in closer, and this time Namjoon responded by humming back to you, so quiet only you could hear him.

When the movie finished, you heard the others stretching in place or shifting around, packing up their stuff to head off to bed and talking amongst themselves. A few of them talked about plans for tomorrow, others about something that happened in the film. One of them turned off the television, and the room began to clear.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to bed,” Namjoon murmured into your hair, and you made a quiet noise in protest, not moving otherwise. You felt him laugh a little at your stubbornness, stroking your hair again in a way that made your heart ache.

“You that sleepy?” he asked, his deep voice a gentle murmur, and you didn’t respond to him, figuring a sleeping person should probably be less vocal.

He held you there for a moment, not moving or speaking. The other boys were all gone now, the room quiet and peaceful, and you could almost feel his eyes on your face, watching you. You wanted to open your eyes, but more than that, you didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment.

Namjoon began shifting then, moving forward a little with you still securely in place. You thought he was going to make you get off of him, but instead he held you closer, carefully standing up and holding you tight against his chest bridal-style. It took everything in you to keep your eyes closed and pretend to be asleep, when in reality your heart and mind were both racing.

Namjoon carefully stepped around the coffee table, holding you in his arms like you weighed nothing and this was no big deal to him. He’d never carried you like this before, and now, you never wanted him to put you down.

He took you to his bedroom. You’d know this familiar, comforting smell anywhere, even with your eyes closed, having slept in his bed quite a few times over the years and cherishing every moment of it. His room smelled like him, like cotton and clean laundry and just Namjoon, and you’d grown to cherish that smell, associating it with love and cuddles and your big cuddly Joonie.

He laid you down gently on his bed, pulling the covers up over you and stepping back. You heard him head off to his bathroom, tiptoeing on his way and easing the door closed quietly before brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. It was so domestic, so normal, it made your heart hurt. You wanted him with every fibre of your being, every atom in your body — you were already his, and you wanted him to be yours, for this to be your routine every night: carried off to bed by the love of your life.

You slept over often, whenever you spent time with the boys and they declared it was too late for you to go home, and you always ended up in Namjoon’s bed, cuddled up with him in a spare set of his pajamas. If the man was a cuddler when he was awake, he was on a whole new level asleep, always wrapping himself around you or nearly pulling you on top of him. He’d told you once that he needed to hug something when he slept, and when you weren’t there he hugged one of his pillows instead.

He stepped out of his bathroom then, turning off the lights and sneaking over to his side of the bed. You’d slept over enough times now to have your own side, your usual spot in his space, something the two of you instinctually did without even having to talk about it.

Namjoon settled in behind you, wrapping his arms around you and spooning you. You smiled lazily, lacing your fingers with his where they rested on your tummy.

“Love you, baby,” he murmured against your shoulder, and your eyes shot open, your whole body tensing and heart just about bursting out of your chest.

“Fuck,” Namjoon sighed, realizing his slip-up and that you weren’t as asleep as he’d thought you were.

Everything the other boys had said earlier, everything they always teased Namjoon about was bouncing around in your head now — you’d always thought they were making fun of you two because they didn’t understand your relationship or how two people could be close without dating. They’d said earlier tonight that Namjoon was smitten — had they seen something you hadn’t?

“Do you mean it, Joon?” you asked quietly, your voice barely audible in the dark, still room.

Namjoon didn’t answer for a moment. You could almost hear the wheels turning in his brilliant head, and you wanted to turn around and look at him, take his face in your hands, but he’d laced his fingers with yours again, pulling your body closer to him as he tried to think up a response.

“Yeah,” he eventually said, making you suck in a harsh breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” you asked him, and you felt him bury his face in against your shoulder, hiding like he sometimes did when he felt shy.

“‘Cause I just ruined everything,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your shirt. “I love you so much, but you don’t feel the same way, and now I ruined it by telling you ‘cause you aren’t gonna want to be around me anymore.”

“But what if I love you too?” you said, and now it was his turn to freeze and tense up. You continued, using his shocked silence to explain yourself more, “I love you, you big doofus. You’re my best friend and I’m so stupidly in love with you it’s not even funny.”

“You do? You are?” he asked, and though you were facing away, still being spooned by him, you could almost see the dumbfounded look on his face, his wide eyes, his plush lips parted.

“Of course I’m in love with you,” you said, moving his hand where he held yours by your stomach, bringing it up in front of your face. “How could I not love you, Joon? You’re perfect.” You kissed his palm slowly, feeling him almost gasp before he let out a small whiney noise. “You’re my best friend,” you kissed his index fingertip, “You treat me so well,” his middle fingertip, “You’re the most handsome,” his ring finger, “kind,” his pinky, “sweet,” his thumb, “loving man in the world,” you kissed his index fingertip one more time, just to be thorough. “I never stood a chance, Joon.”

You kissed his palm again, this time slower, pressing your lips to his skin and closing your eyes. He made a whiney, defeated noise, nuzzling in closer to you and wrapping his other arm around you.

“Love you so much,” he murmured against your neck before pressing his lips there. “My angel, my baby, my princess. Mine, mine, mine.”

“Yours,” you said, sighing when you felt him kiss your neck again. “Yours forever, Joon.”

“Yours, too,” he mumbled. “I’ve belonged to you for a while now. Since we first met, pretty much. Love you forever.”

You whimpered out a pathetic noise, your heart skipping a beat and chest aching at his sweet words. He groaned back to you, as if answering your noise, and he squeezed you tight, as if afraid of letting go.

You moved his hand back down to your stomach, but he drifted lower, resting his palm just above the waistband of your thin sweatpants. You moaned softly, arching your back a little and grinding back into him, and you gasped when you felt him already half-hard.

“I think about you every moment of every day,” he murmured, tracing his fingers along your waistband. “I think about kissing you, and touching you, and being with you like this.”

“Yeah?” you whispered, your voice soft and airy. Your lungs felt tight, the anticipation of whatever he was about to do making your heart race as you felt yourself growing wetter, your pussy drenched and throbbing already.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about having my head between your legs,” he said, slipping just one finger below your waistband, running it along your skin but not going even an inch lower. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet. I imagine you begging me and pulling my hair and being so loud for me, but we can’t be loud now, baby. All the other guys would hear you, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

You could almost feel his smug smile against your skin, and before you could answer, he brought his other hand up to your face, that arm bent underneath you, turning your face gently to look back over your shoulder at him. You couldn’t see him very well in the dark, but you felt his warm breath on your lips, the tip of his nose tracing yours as he held you perfectly in place like this, your back now arched even more and your ass pressing fully against his rock-hard cock straining in his sweatpants.

“Joon,” you whined, just barely above a whisper, and he kissed the corner of your mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste your lips for the first time.

“Can I touch you, baby?” he breathed, and you nodded, gasping when he pushed his hand on your stomach lower, down past your panties and immediately finding where you were dripping wet for him, running two fingers along your slit before circling your clitoris slowly.

“So wet, baby. Is this all for me?” he groaned, a teasing smile on his perfect lips.

“Ngh, mmm, Joon...” you moaned out, grabbing at the wrist of the hand he currently had down your pants, trying to hold onto him or keep in place or something, you didn’t know what.

He pressed his mouth to yours, kissing you fully before parting just enough to whisper, “Shh, baby, we gotta keep quiet,” against your lips. His actions didn’t match his words, though, as he moved his hand down and curled two fingers inside you, rubbing the meat of his palm against your clit as he slid his fingers in and out of you.

You whimpered for him, trying so hard to keep quiet, but when he brought his fingers back up to your clit, rubbing even harder now, you gave up on that, moaning out his name so loud you were sure everyone for a mile would hear you. Namjoon seemed to give up on that too, rubbing your clit hard and chasing after your pleasure, feeling you thrash and twitch and writhe in his arms as you gasped and moaned against his lips.

“You’re such a good girl,” he groaned, closing his eyes and moving his fingers on you steadily, fast and hard and giving you everything you wordlessly begged him for. “My good, sweet girl. My angel. I love you so much.” He was grinding his cock against your ass through both his pants and yours, and when you tried to reach back and grab him, he stopped you, removing his hand from your pants and grabbing you by your wrist, his fingers soaked from your wetness.

“Joonie,” you whined, grinding back against him, your pussy clenching from him suddenly stopping.

“No, baby,” he said, putting your hand back in front of you. “Right now’s all about you.”

“But I want you,” you moaned, and Namjoon made a low noise in his throat when he felt you shimmying in place, pulling your pants down your legs and kicking them off before grinding back against him again. “Please, Joon,” you whimpered, hooking your leg back over him, spread as wide as you could while laying on your side.

“You want me right now?” he asked, bringing his hand back to your pussy and running two fingers slowly along your slit. “You want me to take you like this?”

“Yes,” you sighed, closing your eyes at just the thought of being filled up by him. “Want you more than anything, Joonie. We’ve waited so long, all this time. Take me right now. Make me yours. Please.”

Namjoon growled at that, a noise that made your eyes almost roll back in your head. He didn’t waste another moment, pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring up against your ass. You arched your back more to help the angle, biting your lip and whining when you felt him lining himself up with your entrance.

“I love you,” he murmured softly, just before sliding in completely.

You gasped, your mouth hanging open wide in a silent gasp, your eyes closed in ecstasy as you felt him stretch you open. He was so fucking big, so thick, so long, filling you so perfectly you wondered how you’d lived without ever feeling this, without feeling your Namjoon fill you up and claim you. Purposefully or not, the way he held you, he pressed his hand against your lower stomach, just hard enough you could feel his full throbbing length inside you, deep in your guts.

Behind you, Namjoon moved to hug you tightly with both arms, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. You could feel his brow drawn tight as if he were making a face in agony, but when he let out a shaky breath, you heard him moan your name and “so fucking good.”

He pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse as you tried in vain to move your hips. He held you perfectly in place though, remaining still and enjoying the feeling of your pussy squeezing him and throbbing around him, his hand still pressed against your lower stomach to keep your hips from moving.

“Joonie, move,” you whined, grabbing that hand and squeezing a few of his big, long fingers. You swore just two of his fingers were bigger than your wrist.

“So needy,” he smiled, kissing your cheek, though despite his teasing you could tell his resolve was running thin by how deep and rough his voice was becoming. “Does my precious little girl want me to fuck her?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, trying again to wiggle in his arms and roll your hips back against him.

“All you ever have to do is ask, angel,” he said against your jaw, peppering kisses there too. “I belong to you now, and you belong to me. You want me to fuck you, baby? You want me to make you mine?”

“Please, Joonie, yes,” you begged, nearly in tears now, gasping when he moved his hand from your stomach to your clit, rubbing in lazy circles just to make your pussy spasm around his cock. You cried out for him, grinding back against him, moving your body with his as he slowly rolled his hips into you.

He was so big, you swore you felt the veins of his cock stretching you infinitesimally more as he slid in and out of you, his gentle pace almost cruel as he continued rubbing your clit with his fingers. He moved so slowly, cherishing every gasp and whimper you gave him, moaning softly at the way you were so desperate and needy for him. He brought his hand that wasn’t busy on your clit up under your shirt, palming one breast lazily and giving you even more pleasure, you could barely take it, your brain all but short-circuiting.

“So fucking tight, baby. I’ve imagined doing this so many times,” he murmured against your skin. He was moving fast enough now for his hips hitting your ass to make an obscene slapping noise with each short thrust, his breathing becoming rough and fast as he kept running his filthy mouth. “Every time you sleep in my bed, I dream about taking you over and over. On your knees, on your back, ass up in the air, every position your dirty little mind can think of. Did you imagine it too, princess?”

“Yes! Every time we’re together, I think about it, Joon,” you sobbed, and he rewarded you by rubbing your clit faster, making you moan his name over and over, grinding back into him, your body all but spasming as he overwhelmed your senses.

“Mmm, such a good girl, Y/N,” he moaned, moving his hips even faster now. “My good girl. Can’t wait for you to cum all over my fingers and cock. You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me, right?”

“Yes, Joon,” you sighed shakily, biting your lip and whimpering as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into your ass and taking you.

“So fucking good,” he growled, and your lips fell open in a silent gasp, your lungs incapable of taking in air as he moved as hard as he could, skin slapping against wet skin and his fingers rubbing your clit so hard you were sure you’d bruise there.

You squeezed your eyes closed, unconsciously holding your breath and feeling yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge, while behind you Namjoon groaned with each harsh exhale, his skin hot and sweaty from his exertion. Your leg hooked back over him felt like it was going to cramp, but you held yourself perfectly in place, your back arched and body ready for him to ravage as he saw fit.

“Please,” you gasped, your lungs burning, moaning loudly with every harsh exhale, every part of you overwhelmed by him. Namjoon cried out behind you, feeling you squeeze him so tight as your sudden orgasm overwhelmed you, your body shaking and pussy clenching down on him.

Your climax coursed through you and flooded your body, your mind, every part of you, filling you with love and pleasure so overwhelmingly good you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but take it. You’d never cum this hard in your life, not even when imagining him, and stars burst behind your eyelids and in your brain as he kept rubbing your clit and pounding into you, drawing out your orgasm. You moaned loudly when you felt his cock twitching inside you, sloppily thrusting a few more times before pushing himself fully inside you and holding himself in place as he came, his hot cum spilling so deep within you, filling you up so perfectly.

He groaned in your ear, his big, warm, sweaty body surrounding you and holding you in place, neither of you moving as you both breathed roughly and tried to recover. He was still inside you, moaning weakly when your pussy squeezed his softening cock without you even meaning to.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, his usually deep voice even deeper right now in his post-orgasm haze.

“Yeah,” was all you could say, your voice soft and shaky. You felt Namjoon smile at that and wished you could see his cute little dimple. You’d have to kiss that dimple a few dozen times in the morning, to make up for lost time.

You weakly unhooked your leg from him, groaning as the muscles there moved and you settled back in place. Namjoon just spooned you tighter, hugging you from behind with both arms and nuzzling in like this was natural, something the two of you did all the time, cuddling together half-naked after making love.

“Love you so much, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your neck lazily. You knew you’d never ever get used to hearing him say that, even if you heard it a thousand times.

“Love you too, Joonie,” you sighed, feeling yourself becoming sleepy again, this time contented, satisfied, and so deeply in love with your best friend.

Namjoon’s arms tightened around you protectively, and you felt him giving you lazy kisses on your shoulder and neck, covering your skin in his love.

“Mine forever,” he murmured, and you smiled lazily, feeling yourself already drifting off to sleep in his warm embrace.

His forever. That didn’t sound bad at all.

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glowingstaranon · 3 years ago

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Glowing Star Anon Master Post

This is an archive of all of the RPs done on the blog up until this point in chronological order. Some of the older RPs that are linked in this post are best viewed either on the tumblr website or on mobile - if you try to view them on glowingstaranon.tumblr.com, it only shows Star's side of the RP and not the full thing. Please keep this in mind. If you're on desktop and you want to see the full context for the older RPs, click on the "Open in Dashboard" button in the top-right corner (it should look like an eye if you don't know what it looks like.)

I'll update this post with any new RPs over time.

The Very Beginning

(Star interacts with Lem for the first time on "true anon" (i.e., before the creation of this blog.) They help him while he's sick and also meet Minus in Lem's basement for the very first time on true anon.)

Star helps out a sick Lem after meeting Minus

Star goes back down to the basement to check on Minus

Star explaining to Minus that he's free now (no Dashboard button required if you're on desktop, this one only has one reblog from Star)

Star lets Lem know that Minus is ok

Star goes fishing with Minus outside

Star Almost Killing Neo

The inciting incident (and the first instance of Star glitching on the blog)

Minus telling Star who Neo is

The horrifying reveal that Star is an eldritch entity, and the first appearance of Plus

The Aftermath

Star checks on Minus and tends to the wound on his chest with Lem's help

Star explains what happened and what exactly they are to Minus

Star reconciling with Pie (a ship got teased here I think but it never went anywhere lol)

Introducing Beta/Pulp

Star meets Skid and Pump for the first time after the two of them find Pulp

Star convinces Skid and Pump to give Pulp to them so they can take him back to Lem's place (no dashboard button required for desktop)

Star takes Pulp back to Lem's - Pulp gets startled by Lem

Star helps Lem and the others take Pulp to the hospital (continued in this post, where Dr. Senpai is introduced)

Minus is Missing Saga/Saving Minus Event

Introduction - Minus and Star go bug hunting together, all the while something is watching them

Holy fuck, Minus is missing

Proto!Neo is introduced - Proto helps Star go to the monster hunter base

Star busts Minus and Flesh out of the monster hunter base

Post-Saving Minus - The Beginning of ProtoStar

Part 1: Star keeps up their end of the bargain and cooks fish for Proto

Part 2: Star and Proto go to the Midnight Monster Market

Pack-Mates

Minus finds out that Star joined Proto's pack

Star convinces Proto to join a big pack with them, Minus and Lem (Minus also checks out Star's new room afterwards)

Small stand-alone(ish) RP

Star checks up on Pulp and meets Lila

ProtoStar Confirmed

The ProtoStar ship sets sail

Establishing the Cuddle Pile Trio

Part 1: The Plus Arc

Part 2: Gee, Star, how come you get to date two monsters?

Minus and Star go on a date

Post-Hibernation

Star really missed Minus and Proto

Minus and Proto explain that they were hibernating

Minus, Star and Proto go to a restaurant together

The Notes Era

(All of the RPs in this section take place in the notes instead of the reblogs to reduce clutter. If you're on desktop, you'll have to enter the notes, scroll all the way down and read up to follow along.)

Reconciling

Star finally reconciles with Neo

Small RP: Proto doesn't know what Halloween is

Backrooms Saga

Star meets Plush and learns about The Backrooms

Small RP: Big cuddly guard dogs

Small RP (plus OOC discussion): Star finds out that Static is dating Neil

Plush gives Star a key to The Backrooms (extra info in the notes)

Mini saga involving Patch:

Minus and Star meeting Patch

Saving Pirate event (featuring a SUPER unexpected plot twist)

Tupperbox RPs

All of the RPs that took place via Discord through Tupperbox, leading up to the ProtoStar Wedding (and foreshadowing events in Neil's Halloween Party):

RP 1: Pack Names

RP 2: Wedding Prep with Pie and Plush

RP 3: Star's Nervous About Talking to Neil

RP 4: Star and Neil Become Friends

RP 5: Backrooms Tour Offer (Preface)

RP 6: Halloween Costumes (Preface Part 2)

RP 7: The Big Reveal

RP 8: Making Amends

Important Info Between 8-9

RP 9: Neo and Proto Receive a Backrooms Key

RP 10: Minus and Pie Get Backrooms Keys (feat. Plus)

RP 11: Backrooms Double Date (ProtoStar and RadioStatic)

The ProtoStar Wedding Event

The Main Event

Arin Arriving to the Wedding (Starts here, continues in the notes here)

Right Before Star Leaves the Wedding

After the wedding

Domestic Wholesomeness (wedding epilogue kinda???)

Neil’s Halloween Party Arc

The Halloween Party (featuring a MASSIVE plot twist involving Plus)

Minus Leaves the Pack (further establishing Plus)

Minus Leaving, Part 2: Minus Moves In

More Tupperbox RPs

Plus Gets a New Body

Swimming with Patch (Plus’s New Body part 2, kinda? Featuring some angst)

Neil and Star’s Collab - The Buildup (featuring an epilogue with Plus - takes place before Neil’s Halloween party chronologically)

Neil and Star’s Collab - The Payoff (Introducing the concept of void tongue)

Void Tongue (Properly) Introduced

Star Gives Plush a House Tour

Napping with Plus Outside

The Eyes of the Universe Arc

The First Appearance of The Eyes of the Universe

Proto's First Void Tongue Lesson

The Eyes of the Universe - Main Event

The Eyes of the Universe Event - Epilogue (establishing VoidSlug)

Even More Tupperbox RPs

Introducing Proto to The Eyes of the Void

Patch Gets Evicted

Star Rekindles Their Friendship with Minus

Introducing HD Lemon

Proto and Star go Hunting

#mun speaks (kinda)#master post #🌟 anon

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plush-rabbit · 4 years ago

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What headcanons you have in request box actually? I'm really curious lol. Have nice day btw, I love your work!!!!!

Okay, so usually I put some in a doc and then like figure it out from there so if you've sent one in and haven't seen it, don't worry, it'll be done and added once I make a dent lmao. These are also a mix of hc and fics. Some I'm like part way through so ye

There also might be some that I might not do because its vague, like I'm given just the prompt and I don't know what to do with it or there's just no ideas that come to mind so I really am sorry.

Upcoming ones:

Met with Dia and he said “how else will you please me?” And I think it awoke something in me?? Can I request Diavolo with a bashful innocent MC and him just laying back and letting her have his way with him? But of course he’s a total dom so he’s gonna take control but just has a little fun letting her take the reins to start with? Hi. I just found your stuff and you write so well for Obey Me. Could I request a fic with Barbatos and a female MC? Maybe she's staying at the palace for whatever reason and when he goes to his room he hears her moaning his name so he checks on her but she's sleeping. The next day he hints that she must've had a good dream much to her dismay. That night he goes to her room and she's awake and they end up sleeping together. With some praise and maybe even some tail action. Thank you! Can I please get a uuuhhh possessive/borderline yandere Leon please :3c maybe it’s after a big match for her and everyone’s fawning over her and he steals her away and reminds her that she’s his? 💕✨ I saw those headcanons where Jin and Shigaraki became parental or sibling figures to the reader sooooooo how about headcanons of a fem!reader being a mother figure to the league? Just an ordinary citizen in her late twenties until she met the LOV unexpectedly, during the time where the league had to hide and the reader's place is conveniently open (then again I'm sure they'd bust in if it wasn't) and she didn't rat them out. This happened quite a lot of times to the point where the reader is used to it by now and just lets them in, even if they weren't hiding from anyone and just wants to stay for the night. When she got closer to the league, she starts to show care and love for them in a way a mother would the reader isn't a member of the league, but they already consider her as family :'D I just really want them to get care and love since they've been through so much Last week I literally sat down and read your writing for like an hour and a half LOL It’s just really good and I love your characterization! I was wondering if I could request Twice and Shigaraki with an s/o who tries to be cute and surprise them by wearing their clothes when they return from a mission but maybe the clothes are a bit too snug cuz they’re a little pudgy :( could also be nsfw if you’re ok with that!! Thank you so much 💜💜 I like the Lucky!Cat!reader hc. Could you do some for the LOV, with a Male Cat s/o? Thank you! You're the best!! I've been obsessing about flowers and their meanings or what they symbolize soooooo. How would the LOV react to their s/o giving them a certain flower and then finding out what the flower means/symbolizes? Hope this passes! It's a request for OM. Can I have headcanons of the brothers + Diavolo (if you don't mind) of their s/o dancing "Paradise Lost" by GAIN? Provided you a link to the video for reference 😁: https://youtu.be/4i32ANEa5mk Headcanons where the LOV has an s/o whose like a literal ball of sunshine. Always happy and bubbly, smiling and laughing, they just seem to epitome of joy. Until one day, they just break down, being so emotionally drained from different factors that they can keep up the act of being happy anymore Last week I literally sat down and read your writing for like an hour and a half LOL It’s just really good and I love your characterization! I was wondering if I could request Twice and Shigaraki with an s/o who tries to be cute and surprise them by wearing their clothes when they return from a mission but maybe the clothes are a bit too snug cuz they’re a little pudgy :( could also be nsfw if you’re ok with that!! Thank you so much 💜💜 hey!! hru? i have a question do you think shigaraki would like a threesome? what if his s/o didn’t want one bc she’s like possessive of him (in a non toxic way) hey plush, can you do a reader x Shiggy and Dabi whos crying to them/grabbing their shirts and burring themselves into shiggy and dabi/ about their verbally abusive ex, how theyre so different from them, so much nicer and softer, how they(the reader) never thought they could be loved or deserved kindness? its been one of those days, i just need some comfort. thank you♡ heyy!! ^^ can i request some headcanons for hawks reacting to his female s/o belly dancing for him? :3 Heyo this is beetle juice anon idk if u remember me I’m the person who said shiggy sounds like beetle juice, I swear I couldn’t get that thought out of my head so can I request shiggy and reader getting hit by a quirk that forces them to do a musically ( idk I just want shiggy to sing honestly lmaoooo) idk maybe both of them being shocked that both of them can sing hey, i absolutely adore your writing! i love going through all your work, they’re my comfort fics! 💞 i was wondering if you would mind writing something for tomura with an s/o who is insecure about her body and how skinny she is? she feels too flat, like she doesn’t have enough curves or that she’s grown into her body enough and it makes her feel less of a woman, that tomura could do better. and it makes her anxious when it comes to initimacy and being exposed to him because in her eyes he’s so perfectly handsome and she just feels inadequate... it’s something i’ve had to deal with pretty much my entire life, getting called names like stick insect and coat hanger, but lately it’s been eating away at me more and more. you can totally ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this stuff, though! 💕 So, like. Hear me out. What if, with Bakugou and Dabi (separate) : MC is super innocent and cute, blushes at the slightest flirt, and “doesn’t get” dirty jokes, but as soon as they’re alone with their s/o? They are the kinkiest most vulgar bottom they’ve ever seen. Nipples pierced, collar under the turtleneck, chain strung between the piercings and the collar, all out kinda slut. The duality of man. (Gender neutral) Hello so may i request shigaraki with a s.o whos warm loving and protective and very innocent basically a s.o whos like mitsuri kanroji both personality and look wise Female pronouns,maybe they are out on a date getting ice cream and the s.o is so happy shiggy came, they hold hands and people start giving him odd looks only for her to stand up to the bullies who are saying things about shigaraki, it ends with her kissing him infront of everyone to prove a point,and when the get home she tells him she doesnt care what people think and makes love to him topping hin while telling him all the reasons she fell inlove with him,(omg im so sorrry its so long if you have tpo many requests or dont like the idea please tell me) hey, i absolutely adore your writing! i love going through all your work, they’re my comfort fics! 💞 i was wondering if you would mind writing something for tomura with an s/o who is insecure about her body and how skinny she is? she feels too flat, like she doesn’t have enough curves or that she’s grown into her body enough and it makes her feel less of a woman, that tomura could do better. and it makes her anxious when it comes to initimacy and being exposed to him because in her eyes he’s so perfectly handsome and she just feels inadequate... it’s something i’ve had to deal with pretty much my entire life, getting called names like stick insect and coat hanger, but lately it’s been eating away at me more and more. you can totally ignore this if you feel uncomfortable writing about this stuff, though! 💕 could we get a fem reader cock warming Dabi throughout the night and get morning sex >//< // ik youre a busy bee so dont feel obligated to rush or anything, take ur time plushie!♡ can we please get a shiggy x reader and the reader asks him to teach her how to game and she ends up being better than him and whatnot (inspired by that “a simple wager”) fic (if you ever decide to make a sequel to that i will ve DECEASED Can I request a sub shigaraki with a mommy kink getting pegged by the reader ( I just want to make him beg and cry honestly) reader is a female Omh give us noncon/somno w scary eraserhead plsss / aizawa and aphrodisiac smut pwease ( ；∀；) Overhaul and Chrono punishing quirkless reader for being an undercover reporter/agent but like orgasm denial... (Idk if you write this stuff but anyways do it if you want have a nice night) Can I request something like “Peaches and Cream” but with Piers instead? I know you’re busy with other requests, so don’t worry if you don’t have time for this one! I love love your writing!!! Hello beautiful can I just say how amazing ur writing is loll, can I request shigaraki having a crush on the reader and she knows about it, like one day shiggy just goes to her room when there on a mission and just steals her stuff and humps her pillows, but she has cameras in her room so she saw everything, long story short she shows him the videos and humiliates him (shiggy of course a mess and is close to crying from how embarrassing that is, lowkey turned on ) the reader takes care of him ( sorry I’m really bad at endings 🙏🏻😅) the reader pegs him until he’s a crying mess. By the way the reader is a female and shigaraki is a sub has a mommy kink and the reader is dom of that’s ok of course I love your writing!! May I ask for Diavolo x F!Reader with borderline disorder? 👉👈.. Lately it has been very difficult for me to deal with this alone and Diavolo is mine comfort character.. (NSFW Talk, If your a minor..then why are you even reading this?? Get off this 18+ page?? Anyways-). I am a huge sucker for overstimulation, biting and crying, (many of my past partners have called me a sadist-) and I just 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 the idea of Tamaki’s cute face streaming with tears and drool as Male Reader vigorously overstims the fuck out of him. And he would look so 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 with his mouth gaping open in a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure because M!Reader gave his sensitive dick a handjob while he roughly railed Tamaki’s pretty little ass. (While abusing the fuck out of his G Spot, of course). I can just imagine him squirming and begging for mercy while M!Reader lovingly wrecks his body, taking him hard & fast in multiple different positions with each one making Tamaki wail with pleasure. He’s just so adorable, I just wanna see him get 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝~ Lusty ❤︎ -Anon. Bonus Points if you could have M!Reader be super fuckin tall, muscular, strong and also be absolutely PACKING. (This man has a godly dick, and it’s honestly a surprise Tamaki can take it so well without literally breaking in half) ahhhh hewwo could you maybe write something with dbd ghostface going full apotheosis for his crush? as in,, he starts to elevate her to a status of divinity and even when she's just cowering in fear in front of him or conversely stabbing him and causing him lots of pain he just keeps viewing her as some sort of deity and can't stop obsessing over her and wanting more from her

Again. I deeply apologize for not doing some. I wish I could, but (and this is not to guilt trip any of yall or anything, I understand that it'll sound like that it but it ain't it) sometimes the work I put into something and the feedback I get is sometimes not it. Like I'll work hard and get nothing and listen, I get it, its fanfic, there's a bit more stigma to it rather than art but yeah. Its a ramble, and basically, I don't wanna put work into something that I'll only get a few likes on. So yeah. Agains this isn't guilt tripping, I get it. I'm a consumer of it and I get the gist of it but yeah. More thoughts later, when I can properly sit and write as I am currently in a home depot

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raendown · 4 years ago

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The next follower milestone gift fic is for an anon who asked for the prompt word obdurate.

Pairing: ShinoShikamaru Word count: 845 Rated: G Summary: Even if Shino protested that he didn't need them, Shikamaru knew his gifts were appreciated.

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A Gift in the Giving

The thing about Shino was that he was a stubborn guy. Not, of course, that most people seemed to notice. It sort of burned Shikamaru the way most people’s eyes passed over the man like he was little more than a piece of furniture, one more tree in the forest, though Shino himself had never seemed to mind. He was a good person like that. From his friends he asked for little and from others he asked nothing. The fact that he never asked only made Shikamaru want to give all the more.

Ironically enough that’s where his tendencies towards being stubborn came in most often. Shino didn’t want nice things. No matter how many times Shikamaru showed up with flowers, takeout, the heads of their enemies, any gift at all always got the same reaction, a furrowing of the eyebrows and very sincere words.

“You should not have.”

Worse than the words was the tone, that slightly scolding lilt with a hint of sadness like Shikamaru had brought him a jar full of dead beetles instead of that new book he’d been eyeing for several weeks.

“Come on, you weren’t going to buy it yourself.” With a grin Shikamaru tossed his gift, trusting it would be easily caught, and bulled his way in to the tiny little apartment he hoped to soon be moving in to. If only he could convince his beloved they both deserved nice things.

“That does not mean you should have bought it instead,” Shino told him.

“It wasn’t even expensive.” Inviting himself in to the kitchen, Shikamaru nodded to see the remnants of a hearty breakfast. Good. It always made him feel good to know that even when he wasn’t around Shino was taking care of himself. Not spoiling himself but taking care. If not the most ideal situation it was at least good enough that he would survive and be healthy until the next time Shikamaru could come here and smother him under all the love and affection he so obviously deserved.

Not that Shino ever made it easy. “I do not value gifts by their price tag. Nor do I have need of them at all.”

“Doesn’t mean you don't deserve them. Do you want coffee? I’m gonna put on some coffee.”

“If you are tired I have just changed the sheets-”

“Nah, I’m good. If anything I’d rather fall asleep with my head in your lap.”

The two of them traded a soft look and for a moment the book was forgotten. The world had a way of fading out entirely when their eyes met like this and everything between them seemed to ride there in the divots of their skin, open and clear for the world to see except it was just the two of them here. Shikamaru’s mouth had to twist in to a wry smile when the moment was broken, Shino’s nose poking itself up in to the air.

“If you wished to give me gifts then that was all you needed,” he said. “Your presence is gift enough.”

“Oh we’re smooth talking our way out of an argument, are we?”

The glint of laughter in Shino’s eyes was just ever so slightly mischievous. “Is it working?”

“Not in the slightest,” Shikamaru told him.

While the coffee burbled away the two of them traded soft words back and forth, their own quiet version of fond bickering. After pouring out the cups they moved to collapse over Shino’s wonderfully plush couch together and lean in until the line between one body and another blurred at the edges. It was a wonderfully peaceful way to spend the afternoon - until one of them flicked the television on and the first commercial that played seemed to catch Shino’s eye, a set of jars that were actually meant for kitchen storage but he seemed to think would make lovely homes for the beetles he allowed in to fly around his apartment. Shikamaru had sort of insisted they have designated spaces to rest after the first time he accidentally sat down on one.

All it took was one glance between them for Shino’s eyes to narrow, realizing the mistake he’d made in showing any interest.

“If I tell you not to buy me those will you listen?”

“Only if you buy them for yourself first,” Shikamaru replied with a grin.

“They would be very pleasant to have but I do not require them.”

“Yeah. I’m getting them. There’s a shop on the east end of the marketplace that should have them, I’ll swing by tomorrow.”

Shino pinched his lips. “You are a most obdurate man, do you know that?”

“And you’re any different? I’m not gonna stop buying you things even if you think you don’t need them.”

“I do not. I will continue to protest.”

“Well that’s just fine. Agree to disagree?”

For a couple of heartbeats Shino only looked at him consideringly. “Yes. That is a disagreement I can agree to.”

Shino was a stubborn and often ridiculous man - and Shikamaru wouldn’t change him for the world.

#rae writes #follower milestone #shikashino #shikamaru #shino #fanfiction

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blackbutterfliescal · 5 years ago

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Young God

A Calum Hood One Shot

Pairing: Calum Hood x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.2K

Rating: Explicit

Requested by: Anon 😇

Content: third person POV, reader insert, swearing, alcohol, public(ish) sex, sex in front of a mirror, dom!Calum (but the reader doesn’t cut him any slack 😉)

A/N: Thank you sweet anon for your kind words and request! I hope I did this justice! I was inspired by a really dope club that I miss going to alkjhjahljh

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With a loud huff, she took a seat at the bar and ordered something that would be a guaranteed pick-me-up, telling the bartender to keep her tab open. The music boomed through her chest and lights swirled around the dance floor behind her. She told herself that she’d be grateful for the mind-numbing effect as the night wore on. Her best friend had ditched her for someone else not three steps inside the club after begging her to come out all evening. As she situated herself on the raised chair, adjusting the tight little dress she had opted for, the bartender returned with the drink she had ordered in one hand and a shot in their other hand. “Oh, no, I just want-” They held up their palms, shaking their head, and gestured toward the other end of the bar. Her eyes followed their movement to find a leather-clad man splayed across a chair of his own, already looking in her direction and boldly taking in every visible inch of her.

She caught herself before her mouth fell open as her eyes raked over the Adonis trying to get her drunk. Fuck, she thought. I mean, I could do worse. I have done worse. She looked away only briefly to pick up the shot he’d sent before turning back to him with heavy-lidded eyes. She raised the shot glass in his direction slightly as a thank you and tipped liquid into her mouth without breaking eye contact. He had matched her toast and taken a slow draw from his own glass. It was slight and the lighting made it harder to see but she could make out the smirk on his full lips as he lowered his glass back to the counter top. She held his gaze with a playful smile for a few more beats, trying to play out where this would lead.

Clearly, he knew what he was doing and he was waiting for her to come to him. And she’d be damned if she got this dolled up to get drunk alone like a sad sap. Figuring she could give him as much as he could dish out, she tucked her clutch under her arm, picked up her drink, and slid off the chair. As she made her way down the bar, she swung her hips wide. The way his eyebrows shot up was not lost on her.

“Are you planning to stare all night or are you going to ask me to dance?” She held out her free hand to him, planning to drag him out on the dance floor. His smirk grew into a smug smile as he quickly downed the small amount of alcohol remaining in his glass, leaving it behind as he took her hand and pulled her toward the center of the sea of swaying bodies. He found enough room for the two of them and pulled her close to him. His breath was hot and sour as it fanned across her face and chest. His hands landed high on her waist, keeping them close but leaving enough room for her to sip her drink as they moved.

Several songs pumped through the speakers as they gradually moved closer. Her drink was nearly gone and the mixture of alcohol and dancing had built up a fine line of sweat along her hairline. She noticed the beads of sweat stuck to his forehead as well. With every song, his hands wandered further down her back. When he began to cup her ass and pull her into him, she turned in his grip, leaving his hands to fall on her hips. He picked up on her hesitation and leaned down to place his lips on the outer shell of her ear.

“Calum, by the way.” She felt her heartbeat pick up at his gravelly tone, low and close. Her cheeks flushed at the realization that she’d spent too long grinding on him to only now get his name. She blamed the alcohol and horribly loud music for her lack of manners. She shouted her name over her shoulder and felt him smile again as he nipped at her ear. Without thinking, she tilted her head to the side to grant him better access. He took her encouragement and ran with it, pulling her hips flush against him.

“Now that we’re properly acquainted, do you think you can help me with this?” Calum’s voice was playful and low but she knew he wasn’t teasing as she felt his half hard dick press against her ass. When her mouth fell open with a gasp, he laughed darkly. “It only seems fair, hm? Since you spent the last half hour teasing me?” he spoke again.

Her mind raced at the idea of hooking up with a complete stranger in a skeevy bar. It was a definite turn from how she thought the night would play out. She pushed back against Calum harder, determined to not let him get the best of her. “You think you deserve that, hot shot?” When he didn’t answer her for several seconds, she spun to face him again, lightly pressing her empty glass against his chest. “Figure out what to do with this and I’ll be waiting over there,” she smiled up at him and nodded her head in the direction of a hallway lined with single stall restrooms.

“Yes ma’am!” Calum had never had a girl challenge him like this and he thought he might be ruined forever. He watched her saunter past him, off the dance floor and making a beeline for an open door. He took note of which door she disappeared into with a wink before he pushed his way to the bar. He quickly paid both their tabs before leaving her empty glass behind. As fast as his feet would carry him through the thick crowd, he made his way to the door she’d ducked into before knocking and calling her name. The lock clicked and the door cracked open. A hand gripped his shirt, pulling him into the single bathroom, which was illuminated by a low neon light. Her other hand pulled the door shut again before pinning Calum against it. She met his eyes and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she fumbled with the lock on the door beside him.

As the lock clicked into place, Calum’s lips crashed onto hers hard, teeth clashing as they nipped at each other in a frenzy fueled solely by lust. Her grip on his shirt loosened and she snaked her hands up his chest and began raking her nails across his scalp. Calum’s hands were rough as he squeezed her hips and palmed her ass. He pushed their weight up off the door and into the small room. She grunted into Calum’s mouth as she bumped into the sink on the wall behind her. His hips pinned her against the cold ceramic sink as he pressed his erection against her lower stomach. She clawed her nails down his covered chest and then began to make quick work undoing his pants. As he heard his zipper fall, he pulled his body away from her. She quickly pushed his pants and boxers down his thighs and let out a moan, taking in his large cock.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

“No kidding, just fucking you, doll.,” he chuckled. “If you want me to, that is.” The arrogant air about him dropped momentarily as he waited for her response.

“It might be a crime if you don’t.” The devious smile returned to his face and he pulled her hips up off the sink to spin her around. Calum looked over her shoulder and met her eyes in the mirror as he pulled a condom from his wallet and rolled it down onto himself. Her hands found a firm hold on the surface underneath her and he pushed the bottom of her short dress up over the curve of her ass. He gave her a knowing look in the mirror as he realized she didn’t have any panties on under the skin-tight dress.

“I swear to god, don’t say anything,” she warned. His eyebrows shot up and he bit his bottom lip, trying to keep his smart ass response to himself. One of Calum’s calloused hands gripped her hip as the other slid up through her folds, already dripping arousal onto her thighs. His fingers ran across her clit, applying less pressure than she would like, before they teased at her hole. She arched her back as he slid two fingers into her, causing a loud moan to fall out of her mouth.

When Calum looked up to the mirror, he saw that her eyes were closed. His hand on her hip moved to land a quick smack on her bare ass. “I want you to watch how stunning you look while I fuck you.” She gave him a quick nod but didn’t trust her voice to come out right. She watched as Calum straightened up behind her and whined when he pulled his fingers out of her to stroke himself. She let out a few curses just watching him in the mirror before he lined his tip up with her entrance. Calum looked up to meet her reflection before he pushed into her. She screwed her eyes shut for a few seconds, adjusting to how he felt inside her. He waited for her to look back up at him before he moved.

Once she met his eyes again, he slowly pulled out almost completely before sliding back into her. She was certain his fingertips were leaving bruises on her hips, but she couldn’t be bothered about it. As his pace picked up, she found it harder to keep her grip on the counter under her. One of her hands flew up to the glass in front of her, opening up her stance so she could see her chest nearly spill from her low-cut dress with every thrust. Her eyes danced back and forth between her own reflection and that of Calum’s face behind her as his brows knitted together. He worried his plush bottom lip between his teeth and he choked out groans with every snap of his hips.

She could tell he was getting close to his orgasm by the way he got louder and more rushed. Her hand that was still white-knuckling the sink moved to circle her clit and she nearly saw stars. Her cries of “Oh, fuck Calum. Yeah, fuck me just like that.” were met with his moans of “Look how fucking good you look like this. Do you like to see me fuck you like this?”

His words were enough to push her over the edge and he continued to push into her. She rode through her orgasm as she clenched down around him. Calum let go of a string of profanities and cries to any god that would listen before stuttering out her name as he reached his own orgasm.

After they’d both come down from their high, Calum pulled out of her and tied off the condom before tossing it in the bin and grabbing some tissues to clean himself up. Her legs were still a bit shaky as she took a second to pee and clean herself up. In her mind when it came to clean up, bathroom sex got top marks for convenience. Calum smiled over at her as she pulled her dress back down to its proper length and glanced in the mirror again. She picked up her clutch from where she’d sat it on the back of the toilet when she came in. She fished her lipstick out and touched it up as best as she could. Taking one last look in the mirror, she noticed Calum staring as she saw the sweaty hand print still left on the glass. She leaned forward and placed a lipstick kiss right beside it, earning a laugh from Calum.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, flipping it around to her. “If you ever want this to be more than a one time thing…” he trailed off. A smile stretched across her face as she replied. “Oh, baby boy, I’d love to know what that pretty mouth can do.” She reached up to pull his bottom lip down with her thumb before letting it rest back in its place. He couldn’t do anything but smile as she put her number in his phone.

“I’m pretty sure everyone here knows what happened here, but we should still leave separately just in case.” She nodded in agreement with his statement before unlocking the door and slipping out. She was making her way out of the club when she ran into her best friend, who apologized for leaving her alone. As she was reassuring her that all was forgiven, Calum slipped past her and out the front door with a wink. As he disappeared from sight, her phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. Her friend decided to order a ride home for the two of them so she opened the text, hoping her friend wouldn’t see.

Just to make sure you don’t forget about these lips anytime soon, sweetheart. Calum’s cheeky message was accompanied by a close-up of his mouth, his tongue hanging out over his pretty lips.

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I don’t usual post any of my stories on here (only the link to it was n AO3). Frankly I don’t have time for anon hate, people disagreeing with my personal head canons, my preference to use a female MC (MY female MC), etc. I’ve had enough bullshit going on IRL that I don’t need strangers fucking up my escape. But I decided to be brave and post a short me from my series “The Demon and His Princess”. I hope you enjoy it.

Lady So Divine

It’s late, and I’m in my study working on my usual mountain of paperwork. I look over to the plush black couch across the room and see my Princess, sound asleep using my jacket as a blanket. She had been reading while I worked; we may have been doing our own things, but just having her near comforts me. I notice something small dangling from her hand, so I get up to retrieve it before she drops it. It’s her iPod...she must have been listening to music as she read. I take the small device from her hand and place it on the table, then pick it back up and take it to my desk with me. Maybe I’ll listen to some of her human world music while I finish up. Putting in the AirPods, I press play. Ok, this first song is a hard no. So is the second, and the third. Oh my, this song is very angry...let’s skip to the next. Oh for fuck sake, how does Inanna listen to this? She really has odd taste in music. As I am about to give up on finding something decent to listen to, I recognize the next song. It’s her favorite; I remember having it played at Diavolo’s Samhain Ball and dancing with her, along with all of my brothers and Diavolo. A smile crosses my face as I picture the way she looked that night, in the red and black dress we had picked out earlier in the day. I remember singing to her as we danced…

“I beg to serve, your wish is my law

Now close those eyes and let me love you to death…”

No one would ever expect the Avatar of Pride to utter such words, especially the Avatar of Pride himself, but Inanna has shown me it’s ok to feel...it’s ok to love. I never imagined it possible until she came into my life. She has changed me so much. She has changed all of us. I thought loving another would make me weak; actually, it’s quite the opposite. With Inanna by my side, I feel like I could conquer the world.

Her song ends, and the title of the next song catches my interest. I decide to give it a try. Wow, I’m completely taken aback. This song says all the things I feel about her but cannot find the right words to tell her.

“In an earthquake, in main space

Where I fell into you

In a starlight, you look so bright

You eclipse the moon…”

Those words are amazing. In the darkness of the Devildom, Inanna is the light of the brightest star.

“The midnight sun, she saves me

From what I've become

The midnight sun, she saves me

From what I have done…”

Wow, that really strikes a chord with me. I never thought I was deserving of love and affection. I never thought I needed it. I’m a fucking demon. I am Lucifer. Yet Inanna knows what I am and what I was. She knows the things I have done and what I am capable of. I even tried killing her, yet her love for me is so pure and complete and she gives it to me freely. She is my midnight sun: the light in the land of eternal night.

Realizing I have accomplished nothing as far as work, I give up for the night. I pick up Inanna’s iPod and walk over to the couch. Trying not to disturb her, I carefully pick her up and cradle her in my arms. “Hmmm-Luci?” She looks up at me through her half-closed eyes. “S-sorry I fell asleep. Are you done?” I chuckle wistfully…”I wish. I just have something more important to take care of.” I carefully balance Inanna in my arms as I open the study door to carry her to our room. “What is so important?” I kiss her forehead as we head down the hallway. “You, Princess.”

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vannahfanfics · 5 years ago

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You could write a oneshot of Natsu and Lucy first kiss? And Sanji and Nami, if it's okay \o/ arigato, Roxas-san

Here you go, Anon! The link to your NaLu story is here. For the SanNami request, I was struggling a little and so I chose to link it to this story, so I hope you don’t mind!

Some Sound Advice Part II

“That’s it! Once we save Vivi’s country, I’m gonna tell Nami how I really feel! For real, no holding back!”

Sanji had proudly proclaimed that, and yet here he was, two days after the conclusion of the Albastan civil war/Baroque Works fiasco and still as deep in the friendzone as ever. He had tried to tell himself that Ace leaving wouldn’t deter him from following through on his promise to finally confess his feelings to their smart, savvy, sexy navigator; however, every time he thought about approaching the girl, he stomach would twist up tight into pretzel knots. Whenever he did finally work up the courage to confess, Nami was surrounded by everybody and their mother, and there was no way in hell that she would take him seriously at all in that kind of setting. Groaning at his own indecision, he ran a hand over his scratched-up, bandaged face and gazed forlornly up at the stone ceiling of the castle room above. It was nighttime, and the moonlight filtering in through the curtained window did little to illuminate the dark hue of the hewn rock. A perfectly gloomy setting for a perfectly gloomy man.

I can’t sleep like this, he thought indignantly. Slowly, muscles keening in protest, he pushed himself from the bed up into a sitting position. His body hadn’t throbbed and ached like this since he had been caught in the avalanche on Drum Island and fractured his spine. He carefully turned his body this way and that and stretched his arms slightly above his head in an effort to alleviate some of the tautness in his muscle fibers, but it only dimmed the pain down to a moderate level. Annoying, but he would survive. He tossed the cotton sheets from his body and turned on the bed to hop down, feet slipping into some very comfy slippers that Vivi’s staff had provided him. Dressed in only a pair of loose plaid-patterned pajama pants and a muscle tee, the insomnious, lovesick cook took to wandering the castle halls like a ghost chained to the physical plane by his lingering regrets.

Moonlight streamed in through the tall, skinny glass-paned windows, turning the crimson red of the hallway carpet to something reminiscent of coral. The gray stones around them, unlike those in Sanji’s room though they were the same material, soaked up the white rays to glow a soft bright timber. This castle was just intent on making him depressed, apparently. He should’ve brought his cigarettes, but he had already turned the corner to head towards the grand staircase, so there wasn’t much point in that. The red carpet washed over the ornate, mahogany-lined stairwell like a cherry-red waterfall, ending in a semicircular puddle at the base. The castle’s entryway was lonely and empty, save for a pair of vigilant guards stationed at either side of the massive castle door. Sanji’s eyebrow quirked as he noticed the sliver of white light slicing through the center of the looming wood; the door was cracked. His slippers slapped sloppily against the plush carpet as he tottered down the stairs and approached the guards.

“Is someone outside?”

“Oh, another one of the Straw Hats. The redhead girl- your navigator, I believe- asked to step out for a breath of fresh air in the courtyard garden, so we kept the door open so we could keep an eye on her. There are still plenty of bitter citizens and Baroque Works goons lingering around, so we would hate for something to happen to her,” the guard to his left reported. Sanji dipped his head respectfully to him in thanks before slipping through the small gap in the door to walk outside. His heart rate had jumped into an exponential upward slope; was this the chance he had been so desperately waiting for?Already, the cowardice was beginning to leak into his veins, rapidly washing away the adrenaline. He clenched the fabric of his tee into his fingers with gritted teeth. No way you’re backing down this time, Sanji. Do it!

The desert night was a beautiful one. The air was cool but not overbearingly so, a comfortable temperature range supplemented by a refreshingly chill breeze. The night sky was unobstructed by clouds, not even one small, puffy wisp, allowing the full brilliance of the Milky Way to emblazon the dark sky like diamonds studded into black velvet. The moon was shining with such intensity that it was ringed with luminescence, and she poured all her force into bathing the world below her with glowing white water. The castle garden was brilliantly illuminated; the white stones of the walkway and balustrades shone like they were constructed of moonstone itself. The green of the grass blades and bush and tree leaves took on a dark emerald sheen, their waxy surfaces reflecting the light just like smooth gems of jade would. The flowers were all painted pastel, white and blue and yellow and pink all transformed by the moonlight’s touch. It was not this sentimental sight that stole Sanji’s breath from his lungs, however.

There she was, seated on the stone of a rounded flowerbed, back to him and face upturned to the stars above. Her tangerine hair blazed atop her head in a tiny messy bun that resembled a candle’s flickering flame to his eyes. Her tanned skin looked like coffee with cream in the moonlight. The simple yellow nightgown that snugly hugged her body in its bodice to only flare out in draping waves over her legs made her seem like a contemplative goddess or angel in his undeserving mortal eyes. Seeing her, so ethereal and otherworldly, sent that jolting spark of fear through his body once more. He gulped loudly, shuffling back against the entryway to retreat back into the castle.

Some deity was looking out for him that night, because Nami heard him, and glanced over her shoulder to stare at him with those brown eyes that made Sanji nearly melt into a puddle every single time they were cast onto him.

“Sanji?” she blinked, and then her curious expression relaxed into one of sympathetic understanding. “Can’t sleep either, huh?”

“Aha, yeah, no,” he laughed nervously while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. When he looked back to her, she was lightly patting the stone block beside her invitingly. Sanji’s back stiffened like a steel rod as his heart bounded into his throat, but his feet knew how to function well enough, because they carried him over to her. With all the grace of a golem clumsily carved of iron, he eased himself onto the stone beside her. His fingers twitched excessively against the meat of his thighs in his body’s effort to dissipate the insane amount of nervous energy flooding his system and preventing essential functions, like blinking and breathing.

“Did you have a nightmare or something? You look tense,” Nami asked worriedly. He was about to refute the statement but she leaned over to peer into his face, and whatever reply he was going to utter dried up along with the rest of his mouth. He only opened and closed his mouth stupidly at her, the desert heat of his mouth rising across his cheeks in the form of a dust-cloud blush.

“Er… No… I just tweaked one of my wounds, is all, and I’m just waiting for it to settle down,” he lied lamely. Nami blinked those pretty eyes of hers, then shrugged and turned back to her stargazing. He breathed an uneven sigh and cursed himself at his pitiful performance. He was the smoothest lady-killer on the Grand Line, for crying out loud; he was capable of acting like the most suave knight under pressure, and here he was bungling it like a tween on his first date. He swept a hair through his tousled blonde likes, streaking it with a thin shimmer of sweat. Come on, Sanji, get yourself together. You’ve gotten father than all your previous attempts, he reminded himself. It actually did boost his confidence slightly. “Actually, Nami-swan,” he began uncertainly, then compulsively cleared his throat. “Th-there’s something that’s been on my mind.”

“What is it?” She looked back at him with a radiantly sweet smile that made his heart clench inside his chest. “You can tell me!” She was so perfectly innocent that Sanji almost felt as if he were about to taint her with his pending admission. He inhaled sharply through his nose and closed his eyes as he breathed out, steeling his jittery nerves. Regardless of how it ended, he had made a vow to confess to her, and he wasn’t the type of man to quail on his word. He opened his eyes to stare fixedly at her.

“Nami… I love you.”

The words hung in the air like they were suspended on strings, weighty yet unmoving. Nami’s expression was alarmingly blank. Unblinking brown eyes fixated on his own, shaking in their sockets as the tension mounted in his body waiting for her response. His stream of consciousness began to fly like a runaway train, wondering if he had made the wrong decision and their friendship would be ruined or even if she would slap him silly. Finally, after what seemed like ten life ages, she released a tremulous breath.

“You… Really mean that, don’t you?” Before he could answer, she cupped a hand to her mouth and looked down at her feet, eyes searching the stone desperately for her next words. Sanji swallowed anxiously; he hadn’t been sure what he had been expecting, but this was not what he had been hoping for. He immediately moved to get up.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. Of course you wouldn’t-“

“No!” she demanded, head whipping around. She grabbed his bicep with both her hands to yank him so hard she could’ve jerked his shoulder out of socket, and he stumbled gracelessly back against the stone. Confused sputters of her name fell from his mouth, but before he could get the chance to arrange a coherent sentence, Nami grabbed his face roughly to wrench him into a heated, sloppy open-mouthed kiss. It took his already frazzled brain a moment to process the chain of events, but when he did, the shade of his face matched the crimson rugs of the palace behind them. When she pulled back, their lips separated with a slight pop with how tightly they had been pressed together. Sanji’s shoulders slouched loosely to mirror the complete slack of his jaw as he gawked stupidly at her. “A-ahem,” she cough uneasily as she wiped her lips with her wrist, “There’s your answer.”

Sanji wasn’t sure what he wanted to do- cry tears of joy, do a happy dance, run off and tell Zoro that he had won that stupid bet ages ago that he was gonna win Nami’s heart; there were so many possibilities his brain was unable to choose, and so he just continued to sit there with that rosy blush and absolutely moronic smile on his face. “Sanji? Oh, God, did I kill all the neurons you had left?”

“I’m okay!” With a dog-like shake of his entire body, he was finally able to right the sparking electrical pathways in his brain into working order, and his hands flew up to grasp one of hers endearingly. “I’m so relieved, Nami-swan!” he said as he heaved a sigh to dislodge the last of the lingering weight that had been burdening his shoulders for days. Nami gave him a slightly amused, crooked smile as she snorted in laughter. She was so cute it sent his heart into dangerously fast palpitations. “Em, Nami?”

“Yes?”

“Can we do that again? I really don’t want our first kiss to be me just being a dumbass…” Nami laughed airily at his request, then gave him a smile that rivaled the shining move above, her eyes scrunched up in unbridled affection and joy. That was invitation enough, so with a pleased smirk, he leaned forward to claim her lips in a sweet, chaste, passionate kiss that he was going to engrave in his memory for the rest of time…

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