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ashensgrotto · 1 year ago

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The Sea's Sacrifice (Part 4-NSFW)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto / Jade Leech / Floyd Leech x F!Reader

Total Word Count: 14.7k+

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (You Are Here) Part 5

Synopsis: A potential job as a marine biologist’s assistant leaves (Y/N) feeling something fishy going on behind the scene…

Author's Notes: Original Idea came from @merakiui 's annonymous ask with a short story / headcannon -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/684490143936167936/ooohhh-i-love-those-writing-ideas-you-had-for-sea?source=share

and I absolutely love this concept and wanted to take it a step further. I don't write yandere nor fanfiction as much as I did a few years ago. However, I do hope I do this piece justice.

Final Part - Contains Sexual themes including rape/non-consent.

I'm not the best when it comes to writing smut so please be easy on me. Please be mindful that this is a work of fiction. I disagree with anyone that justifies these behaviors.

You have been warned.

Wild and strong you can't be contained

Never bound nor ever chained

Wounds you caused will never mend

And you will never end

***

As the final week approached slowly, you felt an uneasy heaviness fill your heart. Yes, the contract for working with the aquatic trio was only for three months and if you were deemed worthy, you would be able to stay with the company - meaning you could still technically see the trio, but it would be after business hours and either Trein or Crewel or one of the other scientists would have to grant you access to the enclosure so you could see the trio.

But what if you weren’t deemed suitable for the company?

The thought pulled at your heart strings. You had learned so much about the trio and had gotten to know them very well - heck, you even got along great with Professor Crewel and Professor Trein! You loved Floyd’s energetic nature and playfulness and would miss his cheeky smiles. You loved Jade’s intellect and soft voice, knowing you would miss his broken sentences. And you enjoyed Azul’s shyness and gentleness and would miss his touches. You often thought about what would happen if you left Twisted Wonders and came back years later - would they remember you when they were on display? Would you be allowed to press your hand against the glass of their enclosure and would they reach out, if only to wish to feel the warmth of your hand again? Or would they ignore you - having forgotten about your existence like so many others whose paths you crossed once upon a time?

“There are many walks of life, (Y/N),” you heave a sigh out, “Some roads are well paved, others are rocky beds - we just have to take the good with the bad and repair what we can when the time comes.”

You often remind yourself of this during rough patches in your life leading up to this point. You always believed that life was a game of give and take - even though there were those who took and took without giving anything in return and those that gave and gave until they could give no more.

It was the harsh reality check that you often needed.

In no time at all, you were entering the last week of your contracted three-month period to work with Azul, Jade, and Floyd. The memories you shared with the strange otherworldly creatures soaked into your mind, allowing you to think back on your first meetings, your conversations, and the fun you had as the time passed by far too quickly. The trio had sensed your melancholy during the first two weeks of the last month and had clung to you in a comforting manner - clicking and cooing as a way to cheer you up, all wrapped tightly around your figure.

As you prepared to leave that Friday, you had been thinking about what to do the following week on your last day. You considered asking Crewel and Trein to get something special for the trio as a "goodbye" gift from you, but had also considered bringing something in yourself for them - hiding it in your lunch bag until the time was right to present it to them. The trio had been more clingy than usual, tentacles and claws pulling at your form to keep you close every time you moved or stood to leave. Azul had actually snarled when you told him you had to leave for the day - making you jump out of your skin and surprising even Jade and Floyd with the noise that emanated from his throat. However, it seemed to work in their favor as you agreed to spend a little more time with them.

As seven-thirty in the evening came around, you pulled yourself from their grasp.

"Guys, I would stay longer, but I have to go home now," you sigh, grabbing your bag and keeping a safe distance away from the edge of the pool and the mers’ clutches, "I promise I'll be back tomorrow."

Floyd and Jade glower at you from their spot, puffing up like usual and blowing bubbles into the water. Azul on the other hand cries out, attempting to pull himself from the water and leans against the edge of the pool - black and purple blocking out the vision of the twins from their spot. You sigh and turn away, only to feel a shudder run up your spine as an unfamiliar voice - soft, soothing, and sweet - echoes in your head:

"Don’t leave, angelfish. Stay here with me… with us."

You turn your head to see Azul practically draped over the edge, high pitch clicks echoing in the room as his ebony tentacles sway above his form, making him appear larger than you initially thought he was. His eyes glowed in the dimmed room, a pull like the current tugging at your soul and threatening to drown you in its grasp. You shook your head, heading towards the door and pulling on it.

The glass door wouldn't budge.

You pulled a little harder.

Still nothing.

"The door does get stuck on occasion; you may need to knock on the door a few times and one of us or our staff will get you out," Professor Trein's voice echoed in your mind as you knocked on the glass.

"Hello? Professor Trein? Professor Crewel?!"

The laboratory on the other side of the glass was dark with few lights illuminating over desks, equipment, and notes. It looked like everyone had left for the night - leaving you trapped within the enclosure with three larger than life mers.

'This can't be happening!' you think, your heart racing in your chest as fear took over, 'It's a dream! It's got to be! There's no way that they'd leave me behind!'

"No, not behind, Angelfish," the soothing voice from earlier spoke as something slick crept up your legs, "They've only wanted to use you. But don't worry - we won't abandon you or use you like they will."

"Who are you?!" you shout, cowering by the door as Azul’s tentacles crept closer and closer to you, "Azul! Stop it! It's not time for games!"

"Angelfish - do not fight me anymore," the soothing voice speaks as Azul wraps two large appendages around your ankles and another around your waist, pulling you towards him - towards the pool, "I am much bigger and stronger than you. Besides, I don't want them watching a… private interaction between us."

"Private?! What do you-"

Before you could get another word out, Azul tugs you harshly into the water with a loud splash.

You gasp and sputter like a fish out of water as the salty liquid fills your nose, throat, and lungs as you struggle to stay afloat and swim towards the edge of the pool to pull yourself out. However, Azul’s grip has now tightened around your body completely as he pulls you to the center of the pool - soft cooing filling your ears as his face buries itself in the crook of your neck near your shoulder.

“Azul! LET. ME. GO!” You thrash wildly in the octomer’s arms as his tentacles grip your form tighter, the water around the two of you bubbling and shifting beneath your floundering and struggles against the octomer.

“Why angelfish? I have waited far too long for this,” tentacles wrap around your body completely, holding your arms behind your back and trapping your legs together as Azul’s hands reach for you; one hand wrapped around your neck to lift your chin upward to face him and the other to pry your mouth open, “And now… now that I’ve found you, my soul match - our other piece - I will never let you go. You belong to us… to the sea.”

His lips come crashing down on yours as the crushing feeling of water surrounds you, forcing you to close your eyes to prevent the stinging sensation of salted water in them from happening. You feel it soak into your clothing, caressing your skin and hair like a lovers’ touch, and pressing against your ears and lungs - making you hear your own heartbeat thrum wildly in your chest. You attempt to struggle against Azul’s hold, that is until you feel a sharp prick against the heel of your foot.

Your eyes pop open to see both Floyd and Jade hovering around you and Azul - the younger twin licking his lips as the faint traces of blood dissipate into the salted water. Jade rubs himself along your back, the tip edge of his tail hitting the back of your head in a caress as a different voice speaks - this one much calmer and had more of a business air, “It’s time.”

“Yaaay! Time for shrimpy to be with us forever!” a more energetic voice fills your mind as Azul lifts his mouth away from yours and presses his fingers into your open crevice, a strange liquid substance flowing down your throat along with more sea water.

“Swallow now, angelfish,” the soothing voice speaks again as Azul shuts your mouth, preventing you from regurgitating, “Once it’s down, you’ll feel better…”

As soon as you swallow, something burning begins to pool in your stomach, making your cheeks flush and a humming from your throat fills the enclosure as you feel a pressure building within you. You close your eyes again as you feel yourself slump in Azul’s grip - now too tired to fight against the strange sensations your body is feeling.

Azul hums softly as you feel claws rank from the front of your throat to the back of your neck. A gasp breaks free of your mouth as Azul presses his mouth to yours again, his tentacles twisting and twirling about your body, shifting your clothing and sliding under the soaked material. You register more claws tug and tear at the material as ripping sounds, soft and steady, surround you as piece by piece the clothing that you once wore is removed. Twin sets of lips press against the back of your neck and lower back as you feel your legs part - held steadfast by Azul’s multiple appendages - as something long and thin prods at your lower half. You instinctively try to close your thighs, only for Azul to growl low as his appendage disappears into your body, twirling about your insides and causing you to arch your body - a cry bubbling from you at the sensation of feeling something larger and longer than the average toy curling about inside you.

“Ohhh angelfish… look how pretty you are in my arms,” the voice speaks again as Azul nuzzles at the base of your throat, teeth scraping the skin gently not wanting to break it, “So soft… so warm… so perfect…”

The tentacle shifts again, forcing another gasp to escape you before another tentacle slips inside your open mouth, caressing your tongue as the suckers press against it, tasting and marking all at the same time.

Azul can only take so much before he starts moving both of the tentacles inside you.

He releases his hold on your arms and pulls you into his chest, your arms clinging to his shoulders as he begins to pound mercilessly into your core, pressing every inch he can against your soft walls that are now weeping for him. Your soft moans around his tentacles follow his grunts as he grips you tighter, two more tentacles caressing against your back and bottom, pushing you onward toward release. He pulls the tentacle from your mouth in favor of crashing his lips against yours - the kisses turning to bruising bites as he nips at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. Tongues tangle together as you feel something long shimmy inside you, twisting and twirling nearly into your belly as you whimper and gasp against the octomer’s hold.

“Ha… Ha… want to feel you… feel you come… let me lay you, my precious pearl… my angelfish…”

You give a cry as your walls tighten around Azul’s hectocotylus, feeling a large sphere run from between your legs to your inner walls - held safe and captive within your womb. Hands stroke your back in gentle circles while ebony appendages rub among your twitching body. You hardly register Azul’s release of you as two sets of arms capture you in another embrace - the slippery feeling of the moray twins keep you contained within their grasp.

"Come on, shrimpy," the energetic voice whispers in your head as Floyd clicks in your ear, "You still have us to take care of!"

"Gently, Floyd," the calmer voice speaks as you feel his twin nuzzle the back of your neck, "Azul took a lot out of her… and so will we."

You want to fight, to scream for help and push them away - but your body is still thrusting with the strange heat and pressure, only relaxing with each caress and kiss from the mers around you. You shudder as you feel something touch between your legs before a set of fingers stroke your center, your legs shaking in anticipation.

"Mmmm… shrimpy's still so wet and warm," the energetic voice giggles in your head before a sharp pain pierces your shoulder, causing you to gasp, "Do you want our eggs as well?"

'Eggs?' your mind short circuits before something larger than Azul's hectocotylus enters you - both below and from behind.

You let out a scream as two sets of lips nibble and suck at the skin of your neck, hands trailing from your sides to your waist and another set traveling to squeeze and pull on your chest - sharp nails scraping against your sensitive skin as your nipples perk again along with goose pimples rising along your arms and legs.

"Heh… mmm, shimpyyy - you're so soft an' warm…" the energetic voice now coos as Floyd nibbles at your ear, his lower body thrusting against yours, "So sweet… wanna stay here with you forever…"

"As do I," a hand pulls your face to look at the mer behind you, lips pressing against yours softly before a thrust from behind nearly kicks the wind out of you, "Our little sea treasure… our precious pearl. Keep us with you so we remain at your side until the end of time…"

The thrusting becomes more of a fight for dominance - as one twin pulls back, the other presses closer. They continually hit the most sensitive spots that leave you gasping and moaning - it nearly makes you wonder how you are still able to breathe even though you are floating underwater. Teeth scrape against flesh before digging in and drawing blood, making your body hum with life at the feeling of the pleasure with the pain.

"Oh? Are you… hah… close, pearl?" The calm voice, now gasping for breath, whispers in your ear.

At your nodding, the energetic voice speaks, "Come, shrimpy… urg… show us what good little… hah… morays we are."

The twins bite down hard on either side of your neck - Floyd on the right, Jade on the left - as you shriek, your body shaking as it clamps on both of them, several pulses pushing into your body as you feel two large sacks make their home in your cores. You gasp and shudder against Floyd’s chest before being harshly twisted around so Jade is now in front and Floyd behind.

"Come on, Shrimpy," the energetic voice - though now slightly out of breath - snickers, "Time to give Jade a fair chance."

You gasp as the twins enter you again, repeating the process of pulling and pushing. When they are finished, you can barely keep your eyes open. You can't remember if they kept passing you in between them or not, but soon the familiar gentleness of tentacles envelopes your body as you're laid against something hard and smooth.

"One last time with me, my angelfish," the soothing voice speaks, "Then you can rest."

You whimper as the familiar long tentacle slips inside, shifting something within you as you gasp with an arch. Hands fold over your fingers twisting together as pounding ensues with your core. Your walls are sore and tired from continuous use, but still cries - covering the intruder with juices that allow them to slip within you easily.

"Angelfish… Angelfish…" the pet name is repeated over and over as a gasp fills your mind, Azul pressing close to your neck as his body shudders against you. You cannot echo his call as your body clamps around him, your voice has died on your tongue and you are slowly fading into unconsciousness.

Before you pass out, you feel Azul pull you into his arms bridal style as his voice whispers in your mind, “Rest, little pearl, you’re safe now… safe within the sea…”

***

Darkness surrounds you as you slowly awake the following morning. You feel strangely tired still and your body whimpers in protest every time you move it. You shiver, feeling strangely cold, and you think that maybe you forgot to turn the air conditioning down the night before you went to bed. You curl into yourself before something long and viscous falls across your waist - unfamiliar and yet not.

“Are you awake, angelfish?” a familiar soothing voice asks softly, as if it’s afraid to startle you.

Your eyes pop open at the sight of the octomer beside you, tentacles caressing your waist and arms while one of his hands toys with a strand of your hair, curling it around his fingertips before pressing a kiss to it.

“Azul?”

The octomer smiles, eyes gentle as he nods, “Yes, it’s me (Y/N).”

“Azul, how… what happened?” you blink a minute, your mind snapping for a moment, ‘Hold on, how am I able to understand him? Secondly, where in the world am I? And thirdly…’

It all came back.

The locked doors of the enclosure, then the pulling of you into the water before Azul pulled you beneath the waves, the strange liquid… the caresses.

You make a move to stand only to fall over, Azul practically launching from the bed to grab you, pulling you into his arms, “Shh, it’s okay… you’re alright, (Y/N).”

“No, I-I can’t-”

Something bright and colorful flashes in front of you. Your eyes lock on where your legs once were as a long beautifully ornate fish tail sways before you.

Gold in color, it reflects the dimmed lights off of the cavern floor you are perched upon while fins of sea blue glow in the darkness. The tail twitches and jerks every time you think of flicking your toes, the tail following the movement. You lift it, seeing two more fins underneath - also blue in color. The scales of the tail are smooth to the touch and cool, but covered in a slimy coating that makes you feel a bit sick to your stomach. You reach up to touch your ears, and feel fins as well - no doubt similar to Jade’s and Floyd’s - before your fingers are tracing down your neck to feel a set of gills fluttering behind your ears where you were certain one of the twins scratched at you last night. You drop your hands, discovering them to be long and webbed - nails now claws that would allow you to hunt in the dark waters of the enclosure.

“It is quite a shock,” Azul’s voice pulls you back as you look up at him with fear, “For a moment there, I thought we had lost you - but that was merely the transformation taking your human form and switching it out with this one. Personally, I thought you would look lovely with a set of tentacles - but I think I like this outcome more.”

“What… What HAVE YOU done to ME?!” you launch at him, anger racing through your veins like molten fire as you attempt to attack your captor.

However, Azul is much quicker - his appendages securing your wrists together and wrapping around your waist and tail to keep you still - tsking softly, “Angelfish, calm yourself - this was the only way to secure your safety.”

“Secure my SAFETY?! YOU TURNED ME INTO A FLIPPIN’ MERMAID!!” you shout, “You expect me to be grateful for this?! You took me away from my life!”

“(Y/N), please try to understand - I did this for you, for all of us,” Azul reaches out to press a hand against your cheek, which you flinch away from, "Had we not acted when we did - you would've had something far worse happen to you. We were all in agreement that keeping you with us is much better than having you fed to the other monsters that live in these walls."

You stop moving, heart racing as you look at the octomer in the eyes, "W-what do you mean?"

"What he means is that you could’ve been another monster's prey," a calm voice spoke.

You turn to see Jade and Floyd enter into the room, the older of the twins speaking.

"You may think this is merely a place for fun and entertainment," Jade’s voice, calm and sharp at the same time, "but the harsh reality is that this place is a breeding ground. Those monsters that you worked alongside within the world above would've done the same thing to any person who waltzed in, searching for a job that paid well."

"What do you think happened to the last 'keeper,' Shrimpy?" Floyd’s smile was cunning, all teeth with no pleasantries behind it.

You swallow hard, looking down at the dirt floor and the tail you've been given.

It couldn't be true, could it? You thought there was something weird and strange going on behind the scenes - but Dire Crowley couldn't be that perverted or twisted himself to allow such a painful thing to happen to you, could he? And what about Professor Trein? Professor Crewel? Surely they would see how wrong it was, right?

"Angelfish," Azul's tentacle slowly stroked your tail, making you shudder slightly, before his hand wrapped around your wrist, "I know that your heart is heavy and your mind is confused, but know that I am a mer of my word. They've only wanted to use you, but we won't abandon you or use you like they would. This is only temporary until we find a means of escape."

"Escape?"

"Our home - your home - is in the Coral Sea," Jade answered, "Azul has been working on perfecting a potion that would allow one of us to turn human for a time after we free ourselves from here. This place is no longer your home - you will come with us when the time is right."

"Humans are so disgusting," Floyd grumbled, before perking up, "The only good thing they did… was bring you to us."

You shudder as their gazes fall upon you; twisted, perverse… and hungry.

***

Crowley looked out into the enclosure as another attempt to pull the woman out failed miserably. They hadn’t seen any of the mers nor the test subject in question for days now, making several of the researchers worried.

Two weeks had passed since the successful mating ritual between the three mers as well as the test subject - however, no one had suspected the mers to pull 03182020 into the water nor for them to use magick on her. Several of the researchers - including Crewel and Trein - believed that the mers had transformed 03182020 in order for her body to accommodate the needs of the mers’ bodies, the process taking several hours before completion during the time when they were in the process of mating with her. To many, they were also surprised to see the twins swimming about the following morning - their heterochromia eyes searching both the surface and the waters; when anyone came close to the water, however, they were quickly attacked by the two - one of the researchers nearly drowning in the process. Hence, they tried another tactic to see if they could locate their missing test subject. That, too, proved to be a fatal mistake when the octomer appeared - pale sea blues glowing with anger as he physically launched the divers that had gotten past the twins out of the water and - in one person’s case - through the glass doors.

Grimsley appeared before him, pulling his scuba gear off and approaching Crowley with a heavy shake of his head, “There’s no way passed the trio - they’ve been guarding the makeshift cave within their enclosure for days now. It does seem like there’s always two traveling about and they never stray too far.”

“You think (Y/N) is in there?” Crewel asked from his position behind the broken door.

“Very likely,” Grimsley answered, “and if anything, they might still be going through the breeding process right now.”

“Still? How can that be?”

“It wouldn’t be surprising,” Trein answered with a nod at Grimsley’s suggestion, “Perhaps humans and merfolk are more alike in more ways than one. We may have forced them into the mating ritual - but that doesn’t mean that (Y/N) could’ve gotten pregnant from the encounter. They are probably checking to see if she has eggs in her body if she’s still alive - and if she does, they are using this time to begin the fertilization process.”

“I do hope she is still alive, poor puppy,” Crewel answered.

“A dead body won’t be of any use to us anyway,” Crowley answered, “Keep trying to get her out. I want a report on my desk by the end of the week. If we fail to get her out - there’s going to be the villain’s price to pay.”

As the owner turned on his heel and vanished from the lab, Crewel turned to Grimsley, “Do you think (Y/N) has a chance?”

The young man could only shrug his shoulders, unable to provide an answer.

***

Cruel and cold like winds on the seas

Will you ever return to me

Hear my voice sing with the tide

Our love will never die

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ritcchamadayo · 2 years ago

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A Look Into The Past

Jade Leech x Reader ;

What happens when you find out that Jade used to have piercings before he came into NRC with you?

(yes this is to feed myself as well tskr Yana-sensei for giving us the idea of Jade with piercings...)

reader is a sophomore in this fic! same year as the twins!

Read Part 2 here! Read Part 3 here!

You were hanging around at Mostro Lounge, your hands busy stirring the drink that you had ordered for yourself while you studied for the upcoming exams. You also had earphones in while you worked, making sure no one was around to bother. Although, that didn’t stop Floyd barreling in and calling out to you. ”Koi-chan~!”

You jumped from the shock and comically threw your pen up in the moment, stumbling over the table to catch it. “F-Floyd! At least give me a heads up before running towards me like that..!” Floyd giggles from the reaction, bending down to rest his arm on the table. He was still in his basketball uniform- his hair strewn wildly across his head and face.

“Nee~ Umihebi-kun and Kani-chan were talking about their childhood photos earlier! They showed photos of when they were a tiiiny little fishie~” Floyd says, grinning. “Does Koi-chan have any pictures too?”

“Well that’s random..? None that I’ll show you for free tho!” you spat, crossing your arms. “I’ll show you mine and Jade’s! He won’t know~”

Hearing the name of the other eel, you can’t help but be intrigued. “Well, I guess two of you against one is good enough...” You took out your phone from your pocket, scrolling down the gallery to find any old pictures you could use. “Oh god, this is an embarrassing picture..”

In the picture is you at 4-year old, running around the beachside chasing a lost butterfly. Your hair was blown around by the wind while you had the biggest grin plastered on your face, the biggest Floyd’s ever seen.

“Hee, so Koi-chan can actually smile!”

“Oh shut it! Just because I don’t smile as much nowadays doesn’t mean I can’t!” You yell back, pouting at Floyd. “That’s a picture of me from when I was four. I think I have another one…” You pull up another picture, this time you were much older and in your junior high’s uniform. “This is… 4 years ago?” Floyd cooed at the sight. “D’aww, Koi-chan’s so tiny back then!”

“Hey, hold up your end of the bargain! Where’s your picture?” Floyd smirked and held up his phone, showing a picture of him in junior high holding onto what you assume would be one of Azul’s tentacles.

“So cute…! You and Jade used to look like this?? Adorable!!”

“Ah, but we don’t always look like each other. We had a phase~ We tried changing up our styles to see what fits~ Jade looks way different that he does now!”

“He does? I mean, how would it be so different?”

“Nn? You never knew?”

“Knew what?” You asked, leaning on the table and taking a sip from the drink.

“That Jade used to have a shit ton of piercings?”

You outright choked on your beverage, gripping the edge of the table. “He WHAT?!”

Floyd laughs, throwing himself on the sofa while cackling. “Yeah! It was easier to tell us apart~ He used to style his hair backwards and his ears were chock full of piercings!”

You were still sputtering in disbelief. “Ain’t no way. *That* Jade?! The one who always looks so prim and proper?!”

“Yeah~ I got pics, wanna see~?”

Curiosity kills the cat, so to speak. As soon as Floyd pulls up a picture of his twin in his merform, his hair slicked back messily and a bunch of piercings on his left ear alongside the sturgeon scale earring he still dons, you could feel your soul leave your body. Not just that, Jade had stuck out his tongue showcasing the silver piercing on the flesh, along with the one on his bottom lip.

“W-Wh- Hhuh-?! Aaa.. ?! That’s Jade?!”

“In the flesh.”

The silver and blacks of the metal seemingly made his teal hair pop out more. The countless studs on the inner side of his ear and above his eyebrow were shining under the lighting, and you could identify other types of piercings like a helix and an industrial piercing on the top of his ear. Oddly, it also made the fins on the side of his head look much more ethereal. Not only that, he had an undercut instead of his current hairstyle. Floyd says they were in the phase of trying out hairstyles, though.

It was almost as if something unlocked within you, your cheeks heating up as you stared at the picture with a hand over your mouth.

“Shit, he’s kinda hot.” Floyd laughs.

But what's Mostro Lounge without Jade being around to serve? The noises from your table has gathered his attention, watching intently from afar while you chat animatedly with his twin. There's something about the volume of your voices that echoes through the empty lounge, as Jade picks up the words "piercings" and his name being mentioned.

"My, I don't really take well for people who talk about me behind my back." Jade approached the table, a hand on his chest as he fake sniffles.

"Urk- Jade! H-hey there...!" You greet, flailing your arms around. "Hey Jade~ I was just showing Koi-chan our old pics! See?" Floyd took your phone from the table, showing Jade your old pictures as well. "Fufu, how adorable. Which picture of us did you show her, Floyd?"

"The one where we played tag with Azul~ Oh but I showed her a picture of you with your old piercings!"

You held out Floyd's phone towards Jade, and he gracefully picks it up and examines the picture. "Ah, this one. I didn't want to tell anyone here about the piercings, but... I do miss having them around."

Jade leans down, and you could see a few faint scars where his piercings would have been in the past.

"Dont'cha still have them somewhere in our room?"

"I think so. I'll look into it when I have the time, maybe."

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You had found yourself thinking and imagining the sight of Jade with his piercings more and more ever since that day. You daydreamed about it, drew sketches, even caught yourself staring at the eel-mer sometimes.

Even with all that, you truly didn't imagine to see a huge crowd in front of Mostro Lounge today waiting for said man.

"Eh? What's with the long line?"

"Haven't you heard? They said their vice-housewarden suddenly came into class with a totally different look!"

"Dude, I wanna see how he looks!"

That has gotten you more confused than anything. It wasn't until the crowd started going crazy and bumping against each other that you realize the person in question walking in, a hand reaching up to take off his hat.

"J-Jade?!"

"Oya, how nice for you to have come again."

You almost rolled your eyes, since you were practically a regular there. But you couldn't bring yourself to answer or get a witty remark out, with how Jade looked at you smugly.

His hair was partly slicked back, leaving his bangs naturally on the left side, giving him a slightly mature yet playful aura. On his left ear, along with the sturgeon scale earring, was a bunch of his old piercings relocated back onto his ear. There were a few additions you never saw on the old picture though- like the pair of silver studs attached to a line of chain that went from on top of his ear down to the lobe. The lip piercing was also back on the left side of his lips, even though it was just a clip-on.

"H...Holy shit."

"I assume you like my new look, yes?" He smirked, putting his hat back on his head.

You didn't even have to reply, your head just automatically nodded as you stared at his new look.

(somehow, his lips just looked even more kissable.)

It felt unreal for you as you sat down in the lounge, watching him work. Maybe ogling is the better word, seeing how you couldn't take your eyes off the man. You had a hand over your mouth as well, trying to hide the pink tint in your face.

Floyd notices and smirks, leaning on the side of your table after delivering a few drinks to a nearby table.

"So? What'cha think?"

"He's hotter in person."

Jade overheard the conversation while serving another table, and had to stop a sheepish laugh from coming out.

"Pfft- fufu, perhaps I should dress up like this more often."

#HOLY MOLY YANA-SENSEI HE'S HOT #I CAN'T GET THE THOUGHTS OUTTA MY MIND #✨RitcchanWrites #✨RitcchanDreams #✨TwistedRitchuland #twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #jade leech x reader #jade x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #floyd leech #octavinelle #twst jade #✨ritcchama's crazy simpery

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hoshi-y · 1 year ago

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I'm very nervous for my first request from you IJUDDGRIJDEPJD-

I'd like you to do flirty hanako x ADULT teacher reader that had enough from his flirtatious.

STORY LINE (you can change it): hanako is bored since reader is busy teaching students. hanako decided to do a 'bathroom' date with them while it's recess. Nothing weird, just some flirty compliments and bold moves. It's my favorite dynamic btw <33!!

I am sorry for my bad grammar english, I speak different language.

Gorgeous

Fluff - Hanako

"Hey, Kids don't lie~"

It starts off as a peaceful morning as you watched over your class as they took their quiz. It was quiet, not until a certain choppy haired boy started causing slight mischief.

"[F/N]..~" Hanako said as he slumped onto your shoulder, dragging your name as he pronounce it. You sighed softly, without anyone looking. You sat down on my desk as you looked at him, asking what he wanted.

"I'm so boorreedd~ When are you gonna be done? I want cuddles! Ah no wait, I waanntt.. Kisses~" He teasingly pointed at your lips with a smirk, causing you to blush slightly. You were absolutely tired of his flirtatious remarks. Sometimes you can't act properly because of it.

Hanako kept on flirting with you throughout your class period. And it was getting harder and harder not to react. "Hanako.. I'll talk to you later.. Right now is.. Not a good time.."

You whispered, glancing up at your class to see if anyone heard your whispers, gladly no one did. Hanako pouted. "Finnee.. I better see you in my bathroom later!" And with that, he left, well not before teasing and flirting with you then he left.

He was absolutely unpredictable. Yesterday he was just crying and sulking to you about his duties as a leader, now he was all.. Flirty. He was like a light switch honestly..

"I'll be passing out the results of your quiz tomorrow, have a good recess" You packed up your things, saying goodbyes to your class and headed out. You almost forgot about Hanako as you quietly made your way up to the bathroom.

From afar.. You could smell.. Something fishy..

"Scented candles.. What is he up to.." You mumbled to yourself as you carefully and slowly opened the door, thinking he was gonna pop out of nowhere and scare you but no. Something different was shown.

"Ahh!~ Your here!" Hanako said cheerfully floating to you, pulling you inside before looking out the bathroom. Placing an out of order sign outside as he closed it and locked the door. "Hehe~ What do you think? I asked the Mokke to get me a few things.."

Seeing this flustered and shy side of Hanako was a sight to see as he rarely shows it. Sometimes.

"Wow.. I didn't expect this from you.."

"W-what does that mean?! Anyways.. Come and sit down with me" Hanako said sheepishly, you could see a soft blush on his face making you smile softly.

"Whats all this for, Hanako?" You asked, sitting down on the blanket he set down. "Well.. You always looked stress.. And almost never had time for yourself.. S-so.." He was absolutely adorable, blushing and shying away from you, it made you giggle softly at his reactions.

"D-don't laugh at me.." Hanako pouted, you gently shook your head and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, for this Hanako" Smiling softly. He looked like a tomato now whahaha

You smiled softly at his reactions, he was hiding his face away with his hat. Slowly taking it off showing a flustered Hanako underneath

"Thank you.. For this, Hanako" You smiled softly.

Hanako smiled back at you as he held your hand. "You're my former assistant afterall.. I don't want to see you stressing out."

Years ago, you once went to Kamome as a student, and tried the infamous rumor, Hanako-san. If you didn't try it, you would be in your break room right about now.

Hanako has made a great impact in your life, and you wouldn't exchange it for anything else.

"Alright, Gorgeous~ So where's that kiss and hug you promised me years ago, hmm?~"

Ahh.. A light switch I tell you.

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #jshk #tbhk #tbhk amane #tbhk x reader #hanako kun #tbhk hanako #jshk hanako #hanako x reader

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candied-boys · 1 year ago

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Catboy Charles x F! Reader - Part 6

Tags: fluffy fluff, Charles likes his kibble still but not his clothes

Part 5

You did try to hide the kibble while he was napping. You really did. But it would seem his scent perception is just as good as a human as it was as a cat, and he easily finds the sealed bag under the kitchen sink behind the garbage pail while you're busying yourself hanging up the wet laundry.

“Are you hungry?” you ask when you return to the kitchen to put in another load only to find him sitting cross-legged on the hardwood, munching on handfuls of the stuff with a giddy smile like it's a bag of popcorn and not pet food.

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“A little,” he answers meekly after the plastic crinkles loudly as he clutches it to his chest like you're going to rip it out of his hands.

You suppose he isn't used to asking for food since you always just left a bowl out for him to graze on throughout the day. Now you're going to have to feed him yourself, but the problem is what. He didn't like much of what you gave him at lunch, and beyond those fishy tubes snacks you don't know what he genuinely likes.

Kneeling down next to him you ruffle his hair, then reach into the bag to try one for yourself. Maybe it'll give you a clue as to why he's so fond of it.

It's not helpful. It literally just tastes like salt and dry cornmeal with a hint of mystery meat. You don't buy the cheapest, but you really can't afford the top grade food that's only sold at the vet's.

Sitting down and leaning into the cupboards with him, you pull out your phone and start looking up what cat food is made of, what cats eat on a natural diet, what they like and what they don't like. Unsurprisingly, the answer is mostly meat. Much to your disbelief, however, apparently cats can't taste sweetness. Entirely derailed by curiosity, you pull out a bag of candy you keep hidden in the back of the pantry and unwrap one each.

“Try this Charles and tell me if you like it!”

He takes it willingly and pops it in his mouth, but just shrugs after chewing.

When you ask what he tastes his answer is simple.

“Kind of like my food I was just eating?” With which he takes another handful of kibble and begins munching again.

You try again with a few grapes, but he's even less impressed. He doesn't mind the crackers, but he isn't fond of nuts. You already know he likes dairy and won't eat salad. Debating what vegetables might be palatable, you end up thinking about what pairs well with meat and stumble upon steak and fries, which are salty and bland like his kibble. Not as crunchy, but maybe he'd like it.

“I'm going to run out and pick up some dinner for us. Could you wait to eat more until I get back? If you don't like what I bring, you can keep eating your kibble,” you offer tentatively.

Charles nods and reluctantly hands you the bag, round eyes looking up into yours as he asks sheepishly, “Will I have to use a fork again?”

“Maybe, but you'll be okay, Minou,” you tell him truthfully and kiss his cheek.

At the same brasserie where you first met your little kitten, you order steak frites and also decide a hamburger might be a good backup too. While they prepare the order, you visit the corner store to hunt for anything else he might like - jerky, crisps, yogurt, dehydrated vegetables, and so on until your arms are full.

When you get home you nearly trip over Charles, who is lounging in the entranceway. You forgot your cat always waits for you by the door. You remind yourself you're going to have to talk to him about that, and many, many other things at some point.

But first, food.

Dinner passes with more ease than lunch. He likes the steak better, but ends up eating both the slices of meat and the fries with his fingers after watching you dip your potatoes in ketchup without touching a fork.

Exhaustion settles in sooner than most nights, and you find yourself washing up and showing him how to brush his teeth by nine o'clock. It turns out that, just like his tongue, his teeth are more catlike than human too. Though when you count them you find out he has thirty, which is more than you after getting your wisdom teeth removed.

With a few too many questions swirling in your head, you tell Charles through a yawn that you'll sleep on the sofa today.

“Okay me too,” he smiles contentedly.

“No, I meant you sleep in the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa, Charles,” you correct yourself.

“Why? We always sleep together…” Those round eyes and floppy tail are all too familiar.

“Yes, but you were smaller.”

Disappointment tugging his ears down now too, he protests, “There's enough room for two on the bed. You sleep with other guys on the bed.”

It's true. You sleep with total strangers from time to time, but that's precisely because you don't live together and have to face them the next day that you can. But trying to explain the complexities of maintaining a platonic relationship with the opposite sex while sleeping together in the same bed sounds like a horrible idea right now.

“You're not going to let me sleep alone, are you?”

“No. I want to sleep with you like always. I hate being alone…”

Relenting, you abandon the sofa in favour of the bed, eagerly crawling beneath the covers to embrace slumber.

“Why are you wearing clothes to bed? You never wear clothes…” you hear Charles ask as you pull up the blanket.

“Because you're here…” you mumble.

“I've always been here…”

“Yes…” Words are starting to fail you. “But anyway, this is more comfortable today.”

“Okay. Can I take mine off now? They're really uncomfortable…” he asks softly, clearly worried you'll say no.

Hardly awake, you don't even know what the question was by the time you answer, “Mhm, whatever you want, Charles.”

Part 7

#ikevamp #ikevam charles #ikemen vampire charles #charles route release campaign #charles henri sanson #ikevamp charles #ikevam #ikevamp fanfic #ikevamp fanfiction #ikemen vampire #ikemen vampire x reader

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mrfancyfoot · 11 months ago

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Plots & Prosody is now live on AO3! :D

Prosody is my Patchwork Plots spin-off/alternate timeline drabble/snapshot series that features Raphael x Evie (f!human OC).

Rating: Explicit Summary:

All’s fair in love and war. Plots & Prosody is the equally indulgent Patchwork Plots spin-off (mis)adventures of Evie, set during the main events of BG3 and after, as she makes a new life for herself in Baldur’s Gate. And the devil attempting to court her while he takes over the Hells. . . Things are bustling in Baldur’s Gate as the city rebuilds. Life is looking up for Evie who has ambitions set on her (re-)inventions and business ventures as she juggles a certain vampire’s budding political career, the unwitting godhood bestowed upon her by a clan of fanatical fish people, and the increasing attentions of a devil who she believes woefully has no other friends.

Prologue: Fire and Brimstone

Summary: A snapshot of domesticity as it will manifest in the future. Warning: Suggestive language

“I read this all used to be green?” Sitting in the nook of the window with her tea in hand, Evie looked out upon the crimson lands, much torched and barren from the constant onslaught of war. The skies were occasionally punctuated by bright balls of fire crashing to the land. A land she may never have the ability to set foot on despite now calling it home half of the time.

Raphael leaned on the wall behind her and followed her gaze. “Mm, as it was first created by Asmodeus, before the Blood War.”

She tipped her head back to look up at him. “And how do you see Avernus?”

“However we like, sweetling.” His hand rose to run his knuckles over her cheek. “Once the Blood War is curbed here, it may return. Is that how you desire to see Avernus reborn?”

She leaned into the warmth of his touch. “I think it’s more poetic for the Hells to greet with temptation. Potentially more effective if you can smack them with the disparity of beauty and brimstone.” Evie knew his priorities weren’t in how the Hells looked - yet - his focus on reining in the other layers under his - their - rule.

His eyes narrowed on her as he leant forward but there was a spark of humor in them. “Are you certain it isn’t simply for a better view?”

“That, too,” she giggled. “Speaking of beauty, I have to go visit the Underdark to see how my fishies are doing. Depending on that, I’ll probably spend the rest of the day working out of the warehouse. Or…hm.” Evie touched a hand to her chin as she rethought that. “No, I’ll stop by to pick stuff up and then go home. I feel like I’ll need the sun and fresh air. And a shower. I need to have that seasonal room built.” The research on the Underdark waters was well under way. The first step towards identifying the sources of rot and pollution. Her Kuo-toa could live in it but they were far from thriving - she wasn’t entirely convinced the rotting foods weren’t making them ill, but determining that was its own project as they insisted otherwise. She couldn’t command them to not eat rotting foods until they had stable sources of fresh foods.

Where did she put her menthol rub?

“Be back for dinner,” Raphael commanded. She knew better than to think it was a request.

Her brows rose in interest. Dinner together was proving to be a very occasional luxury with how busy they both were. Many contracts were struck over the evening hours - mortals wooed with the ol’ ‘wine n’ dine’ - keeping him out until the wee hours on the clock. The rest of the night was typically paperwork and strategizing for a devil that needed far less sleep than she did. Breakfast was their time together before meetings upon meetings ruled their days.

“Any occasion or simply dinner?” Necessary to ask in case they were hosting someone she hadn’t been aware of. He’d thankfully adopted her vastly more organised agenda system, so it was rare that such things surprised her. Either way, by telling her, he was also saying that he was expecting her to be presentable, so she’d need to cook in time to get back and prepped. She just needed to know what kind of presentable.

He took her hand in his own. “Simply dinner with my Archduchess.” Lips pressed to her palm with a look that promised more than ‘simply.’

She hid her mirth in her mug. “Don’t you have a meeting?”

Raphael's smile turned dark and he hissed, “He can sweat.”

Uh-oh. Someone was getting fired. Quite literally by the look on his face. She’d check the name again later to make sure it didn’t affect her own affairs. Hers weren’t terribly entwined with his yet, so it was doubtful outside of a handful of people. Raphael held very little patience for failure among his rank and file but there was always someone else itching and clawing to take a vacancy.

Evie turned and slid from the settee, then downed the last of her tea. Time to get the ball rolling on the day. From the perpetually bright fire and brimstone of Avernus to the cool darkness of the mushroom forested Underdark. She had come to find a comfort in the latter as she tended to her piscine worshipers - perhaps one day she’d find the same here.

Reaching up to snag his collar before he turned away, she pulled him back down to press a peck to his cheek. “See ya later!” she bid with a wave as she made to leave the bedroom, not missing the way his fist clenched against his urge to pull her back. If he did, they wouldn’t be leaving the room for some time.

Now she just had to make sure time didn’t get away from her again. The bruises on her ass had only just disappeared from the last time she hadn’t been paying attention and came home late without checking in. ‘To serve as a reminder each time you sit,’ he’d said. They’d probably last twice as long if she was late again… Assuming he didn’t get creative with his discipline. It was best to try not to find out.

#Plots & Prosody #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #baldur's gate 3 raphael #bg3 Raphael #raphael the cambion #mrfancyfoot #Raphael #Raphael x OC #patchwork plots #raphael x tav

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fairytalequeer · 2 years ago

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3, 7, 12, and 13 for the ask game ‼️💥💥 (im not typing out the titles for this LMAO) —@cephalophoricboyfriend

YIPPEE!! THANKS!! @cephalophoricboyfriend

ok i went off on this so im making it a read more bc. wow

3: "Dance, Dance" - Are there any songs you strongly associate with you and your f/o? Any specific lyrics from them that really gets you thinking of you two?

yes hahahahaha and i have a full playlist. of these. i will not be sharing that but im going to copy u and shuffle it and then share the song.

thats funny. literally shared this with friends the other day.

so im cheating here a bit but this is kind of paired with his other song in my playlist

i like to imagine "underground" is from the perspective of creature (s/i) whereas "i hear a symphony" is from the perspective of p/ardoes. lol. <- gay

Underground is definitely less clear with what it's about but to ME it's about falling in love- but the feeling is sudden and confusing and even scary with love hitting u like a god damn train. but in the end it's something precious and finally found

I Hear a Symphony is much more (traditionally) romantic. but yknow how it is im all about that cheesy shit. and listen. the person clearly has this. sense of wonder and treats this love like magic he's never experienced before ohhhhh my god

(this whole ask is already long as hell so if you WANT to see the lyrics i feel like just hearing the song/looking up the lyrics is enough to see what i mean. and how. they fit. and makes me think of them)

7: "7 Minutes in Heaven (Atavan Halen)" - Do you have any physical items (preferably something other than merch of them) that remind you of your f/o? What are they?

COOL: i have an f/o that DOES have merch

NOT COOL: He Is A Netherlands Themepark Mascot Meaning Me, A Californian, Has Little Access To It

COOL: ive made FRIENDS who have been able to give me THINGS. official merch i have now: a plush of him, a plush of a fishy from his ride, AND gay ass slippers that are like his jester shoes. i also have a lego of him ;w; it's not official but it's super cute and my friend built it for me

i also have fabric tulips i bought bc he's dutch lol. stuff with stars reminds me of him too. which works bc i love stars anyway,,

12: "Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows)" - Are there any interests of yours that your f/o just doesn’t seem to be able to get into? Are there any that they weren’t originally interested in but later came around to it?

yeah i think so! even though im a little bitch with scary stuff i think i am more open to horror than he is. i really love movies and i doubt some of the movies i like would be ones he would ever want to watch or enjoy. which is fine LOL he just has to like the ones im insane about (lotr, for example)

other than that i think most of my interests are something he'd at least enjoy. like maybe he's not as familiar with pet care/animals as i am (i have a Lot of different pets) but he's definitely not someone who is bad with animals either. AND there's gardening, which i really love and would. find his company during it really nice. i think he'd like it too (though not as consistently gardening as i would be doing)

13: "XO" - In what ways do you and your f/o don't exactly mesh well together?

a hard question since i am a creature of self indulgence and like to believe we mesh Very well all the time always. but the closest i can say is that he is much more extroverted and kind in general whereas i Am Not Those Things. he's a performer and i super am not. he's also very smart and devotes a lot of time to study and learning which i dont think i could do.

and on the flip side: he's not as aggressive and blunt with certain things. i think he CAN be very blunt (he IS an honest person and not exactly known to always be polite- mischievous jester and all that) but immediate aggression towards someone is not something i imagine him doing. and while he is also impulsive i think our impulsive natures can manifest in different ways. he probably wouldnt run head first into danger or assume the worst about someone who was being an ass. i (and creature, s/i) do these things lol

#asks #he's magical!#self ship

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gsstories · 1 year ago

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S&S&F: She-Wolf (1/3)

(This would take place after the events of chapter 15) …

Well, they sure didn’t think this through.

Cameron and Alanis had been getting ready for their monthly date night, a night only for themselves, nothing fancy or anything, just something sweet and nice for the two of them. However…

‘How the fudge did we forget about the kiddos…?’ Alanis mumbled.

‘I have no clue. We’ll have to cancel date night, we don’t have anyone to take care of them.’ Cameron said, slightly dejected.

‘Yeah, and Jack is busy tonight ain’t he?’ Alanis asked.

‘Either that or he is dead asleep, which I honestly doubt due to his coffee obsession.’ Cameron snorted.

‘True true.’ Alanis said as she and Cameron turned their heads to look at the kids playing with their toys in their blanket fort. ‘To bad, I really wanted to go on a date night with ya.’

‘Me too. Unfortunately, nobody we know can take care of the kids while we are away, they either don’t know about them, they to busy or they just don’t know how to handle them.’ Cameron said.

‘Hmmm…’ Alanis went deep in thought for a moment before speaking up. ‘Well, there is someone I know. She is good with kids and she is in the town right now, she told me a few hours ago. Plus, she ain’t human.’

‘Really? Who?’ Cameron asked.

‘You met her once, I think.’ Alanis said as she took out her phone. ‘Let’s hope she don’t start barking.’

‘HEEEEEY HEEEEY! Open the door!’

‘Well, guess I didn’t need to call.’ Alanis said as she put her phone in her pocket and went to the front door.

The kids jumped when they heard the new voice yelling just outside the house, hiding in their blanket fort as Cameron approached.

‘W-Who is t-that?’ Sun asked, a little scared.

‘It’s just one of Alanis’ friends, don’t worry. She won’t hurt you.’ Cameron reassured as he caressed Sun’s frills to calm him down, the little mer leaning in slightly.

‘So that’s why it smelled fishy in here! I just thought ya fell into the ocean again!’ The new voice said.

‘It was ONE TIME!’ Alanis exclaimed as the new voice laughed.

The kids watched as Alanis let the new person inside. The person was a woman of very short stature, around 5’1, had tanned skin with brown hair and eyes. She wore a pastel red grayish shirt with a slight dark gray jacket with three pins on them, a gray beanie that had doggie ears on her head and jean shorts. The most noticeable features in her person, however, were the scars on her body, her left arm being made of metal up to her elbow and a dark cloth covering her right eye. Both kids were curious yet still a bit nervous to meet this new lady.

The lady that squealed so high she almost shattered the windows when she saw them.

'Dios mío, son bebés! WHy didn't you tell me sooner, tupida?! They so cute!' The lady squealed in delight, her left eye wide in wonder.

'Cause I knew you would get like this and frankly, didn't want to deal with your barking so early.' Alanis joked.

'Ey, I only bark for one person, and you are very pretty, but my Kari is the only one that has my heart.' The new lady said.

'Right right.' Alanis said as she rolled her eyes playfully.

Moon growled softly at the newcomer, hiding in the blanket fort more. Sun, however, decided to speak up.

'W-Who is s-she?' Sun asked, nervous as Cameron turned to him and smiled softly.

'This is Aisha, one of Alanis' friends of many years. She's just like Eclipse, only more hyper and loud. Ally has known her for a long time and she is basically family.' Cameron explained.

'Who is Eclipse?' Aisha asked once she got her eye away from the kids to look at Alanis.

'Ya know the tall guy that you said he had an odd fish scent?' Alanis said.

'Yeah, I remember. Jack was it?' Aisha asked as Alanis nodded before realizing. 'Holy shiiiittake! That explains so much. By the way, where is Smokey??'

Just at that moment, Smokey came out to the living room and locked eyes with Aisha. They stared at each other for a while before Smokey just tackled Aisha!

The kids watched shocked as Cameron and Alanis just chuckled at Smokey's antics.

'Ay ya gremlin doggo! Pfft, haha, gross!' Aisha laughed loudly as Smokey kept licking her face.

As Smokey kept playing and rough housing with Aisha, she made the lady's beanie fall off her head. Wait, where those dog ears?!

'Ay ya Smokey, you are more chaotic than I remember!' Aisha laughed as Smokey settled down.

Moon looked suspicious once he saw the ears on Aisha's head while Sun looked rather curious. He crawled a bit forward to look at Aisha better and noticed something wagging behind her back. At first, he thought it was Smokey's tail but Smokey was now jumping on Alanis so it wasn't hers...

'W-Why does s-she have t-those?' Sun asked the kelpie, curious.

'You mean the ears and tail?' Cameron asked as Sun nodded slowly. 'That's because she is a werewolf.'

'What's a w-werewolf?' Sun asked.

Before Cameron could answer, Aisha spoke up.

'Werewolves are creatures that are basically half human and half wolf, making us sort of relatives to canines and therefore dogs like Smokey! We can turn into wolves or stick to human forms. There are also some misconceptions where we only turn during full moon's but we can turn whenever we want. We are also able to understand most canine languages!' Aisha went into a rant about werewolves, stars in her eyes as she explained. 'Ahem, sorry, I get excited when it comes to werewolf stuff. Especially if it's to kids.'

'You're good, you explained it better then I could have anyway.' Cameron said as he chuckled.

Moon poked his head out of the pillow fort and narrowed his good eye at Aisha. So far she hadn't tried anything but it was clear he didn't trust her. The darker mer got startled when he saw the werewolf lady staring at him, her tail wagging.

'So, what are their names?' Aisha asked as she looked at Cameron.

'Lil sweet bean here is Sun and the gremlin bean over there is Moon.' Alanis said as Aisha snorted.

'Awww, Solecito y Lunita! Or maybe Solecito and Tsuki? Hehe, Solecito and Tsuki!' Aisha giggled as her tail kept wagging.

Sun and Moon look a bit confused and turned to Cameron and Alanis, wondering what the heck Aisha meant.

'She's giving ya nicknames kiddos. She does that often.' Alanis said.

'W-What's a n-nickname?' Sun asked as he tilted his head.

'Google says it is 'a familiar or humorous name given to a person or thing instead of or as well as the real name'. Basically another name that you can be called aside from your given name. It's basically the same thing as calling you buddy.' Cameron explained and Sun looked like he understood. 'Aisha is basically calling you by your names but in other languages.'

'Yeah yeah! Solecito basically means Lil Sun or Sunny in Spanish while Lunita means Lil Moon or Moony while Tsuki means Moon in Japanese.' Aisha explained.

Sun kept asking questions and Aisha always answered eagerly and as best as she could. Alanis and Cameron looked at each other and looked relieved. Yeah, the kids will be just fine.

(Moon and Sun belong to @intistone’s fic Scars and Scales)

Cameron (kelpie boi) belongs to @ikari-shinsei

Alanis and Aisha (the new werewolf girl) belong to me :)

#exorcist angel #intistone #kelpie au #au #oc #siren sundrop #siren moondrop #alanis guerrero #aisha

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 years ago

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hello sunshine <3

can i please get jade and floyd's reactions(not separately) with f!reader who can turn into a ghost and she can turn others into ghosts too?

sending love ♡

// Hi Polly. Here’s a flower for the delay. 🌸✨

Jade and Floyd with Reader who can turn into a ghost.

Headers’ art via Twisted Wonderland Official Game {edit by me}

{Headcanons/Scenarios}

Female! Y/N

___

I keep having weird thoughts about this topic thanks to some voice line I heard before like-

I also just saw a funny edit pic of Floyd in a ghost busters outfit which doesn’t help at all help-

I see the Leech twins using your ghost perk to make some kind of haunted room reservation business or something- yay, time to get rich—/ih/jk

If you offer them to turn them into ghosts, Jade would merely politely decline. Probably foreign to your abilities as he prefers to study them through observing rather than experiencing it- UvU

On the other hand, Floyd would either go “lol sure” or “can ghosts eat tokoyaki-?” kind of chaotic response before gladly accepting-

Which leads to Jade mentally contemplating if he should stop Floyd from becoming a ghost or be a ghost too if Floyd wants to be a ghost- (kinda like the ‘if Floyd falls then I’ll fall too’ twin situation hhhh-)

If the ghost transformation only lasts temporarily before going back to normal, then Jade won’t have to worry much about it if that’s the case,,,, 🤭😅

Floyd likes to fool around with you the most out of the twins, he would have you hold his hand so he can temporarily get invisible as well. Then jump scared some random student in front of them once he stops going invisible… ówò;;;

I feel like Floyd would start calling you “Ghost Fishy” instead of “shrimpy” affectionately,,,-

Floyd// Ghost Fishy! Did you know that a ghost fish is something that's been seen before, but never has one been witnessed alive?

Jade// They live so deep in the ocean that they get no sunlight. This fact probably accounts for their pale ghostly appearance.

Jade// It's a fish without scales, and its sunken in eyes completely lack pigment…

You may run as you like, but they won’t stop tracking you down as if they’re ghostbusters whenever they want to stick with you- they just love to,,, You just look so interesting to look at whenever you’re in your visible ghost form- x’3

It’s mostly Floyd reacting a lot as he waves his hand around through your transparent ghost form, in awe by how you can also be touchable yet untouchable-

Probably Jade// Floyd, be polite with the lady- she might jump scared you afterwards- UvU;;;

It’s sometimes pretty hard to surprise Jade when going through walls out of nowhere, he’s surprisingly calm around you despite how very curious he tends to be about you.

He might also tease you if you try to peek in when he’s trying to dress up- like what you see~/ih ;)

Of course, he’ll still act polite around you like the gentleman he is- he doesn’t want his dear ghost fish to run away just yet out of embarrassment~ 😉

Floyd probably can be curious at times or just being goofy by asking you random questions he comes up in mind as well-

Floyd// I wonder if we become ghost, we can become ghost eels, would that be possible~? Wait no- How would we look like if we become ghost eels ~???

Jade// … That’s something you can figure out, as our dear Ghost is right here with us to help, Floyd~

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst jade #jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland jade #floyd leech x y/n #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #leech twins #tweels #twst floyd #twisted wonderland floyd #twst x reader #twst x you #twisted wonderland x reader

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ktisherelol · 2 years ago

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Finally ~ Ricky Bowen X Reader

Summary: Y/n is trying to lose her V card, trying to find the right guys and all. Ricky has been in love with Y/n for a long time. Y/n tries to get with a guy, which fails miserably. Then, Ricky and Y/n meet, and things get heated.

Pairing: Ricky Bowen X fem reader. (Change if u want)

Warnings: Strong language, inappropriate touching, and smut.

Tags: None, I ain't popular, but lmk if u wanna be added.

Notes: K, so, I actually wrote this whole chapter, and Tumblr deleted it. Now I have to rewrite it. Like wtf?

"Are you coming over today?" asked Emma, she and I had been friends since Kindergarten.

"Is it ok if I don't? I'm meeting up with Ethan, and we might get things heated," I said

"All you talk about is Ethan. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan, like he isn't even that good, he's an F-boy, you deserve better. How about Peter? He's cute and single!" said Emma

"Isn't he gay?" I asked

"*Sigh* true. You do you,'' said Emma, going back to her house.

I then thought about it and decided to call Ethan.

I ran his line, and he picked up on the 3rd ring, "Hello?"

"Hey, Ethan!" I said

"Hey... Uhm, who is this?" asked Ethan.

Is he fr?

"Uh, it's Y/n," I said

"Oh... OH! Y/n, hey cutie, how are you?" asked Ethan

"I'm good... How bout you?" I asked

"I'm good. So, uh, what's up?" he asked

"I wanted to say... Wanna hang out today?" I asked

"Uh... Sure, how about in... An hour?" asked Ethan... Sounds fishy...

"Babyyy, come back?" I heard a voice

"Who was that?" I asked

"Oh, that-- That was my mom, she still calls me baby, like omg stop," said Ethan

"Alright. I guess I'll see you soon?" I asked

"Sure. Bye, babe," he said, as he hung up

I'm not letting this slide. That did not sound like his mom. Moms don't moan while saying "baby".

I'm showing up early by 15 minutes, I'm going to see what he's up to.

I mean he said he likes me, like a couple days ago. Who would get mad about the person they like showing up a little early?

~15 Mins Later~

I went to Ethan's house, and knocked on the door. Also rang the doorbell in case he didn't hear.

"I'm coming!" I heard, and smiled

After a few seconds, Ethan opened the door, his expressionless face turned into a shocked face, "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I just decided to show up a little early. Why is something wrong?" I asked

"Uh... I'm kind of busy..." said Ethan

"Ethan... Who are you talking to?" I heard a voice say

"That was definitely not your mom. What's going on?" I asked

"Uhh... Y/n, how about you go for today, and we can hang out some other time. Just you and me? Sound good," asked Ethan

I scoffed, shaking my head, "No, what the fuck is this?" I got in the house to see a half naked girl on the couch...

Katelyn??? The school's popular girl?

"Um, who the fuck are you?" asked Katelyn

"I was supposed to be hanging with Ethan today, well, he seems busy," I said

"Y/n, I'm sorry. Uh... How about I make it up to you, tomorrow?" smirked Ethan

"Hello? I'm right here!" said Katelyn

"I can see that," said Ethan

"You said you liked me..." I said

"And I do. Why are you being so awkward?" asked Ethan

"You call this awkward? You're the one hooking up with Katelyn, and also expecting to hang out with me! It would have been better if you just said no," I said

"Uh... Sorry? Should I make it up to you or no?" asked Ethan

"You're so stupid. Come on, Katelyn, we can do better than this punk," I said

"Uhh... I don't even know you. Besides, I'm horny, so I'm staying. Chop chop outta here," said Katelyn, unbuttoning Ethan's shirt.

"Ok, so you're both hoes. Got it. Have fun," I said, sarcastically

"Oh, we will," said Katelyn, biting her lip at Ethan.

"Whores," I said, getting outta Ethan's place.

I'm a pretty sensitive person when it comes to being stood up, boys, or just things. I'm new to it, but not at the same time.

Don't cry. Don't cry. A guy was about to play you, did you expect it? Yes, well... No. But don't cry!! They're stupid. They always do the same crap.

They don't deserve you, you deserve bette than an f-boy. Gosh, Emma was right. I have to start listening!

"Y/n?" a voice cut me off, I looked to see... Ricky Bowen?

"Hey, Ricky. What's up?" I asked, tears almost spilling out of my eyes

"Whoa, are you ok? Your eyes are red," he said

"I'm fine. Or uhh, I will be," I said, my voice cracking the slightest bit as tears threatened to get out.

"Here, come inside. My parents are out," he said, as he got me in his house, and into his room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So... What's bothering you?" asked Ricky.

"There was this guy... I thought he liked me, and we were supposed to hang out, but when I went to his place I saw some half naked girl on the couch, who was Katelyn, by the way. Gosh she's such a hoe. How is she popular?" I asked

"I'm sorry to hear that. You deserve better than him," said Ricky

"That's what I get for trying to lose it. I'm so sick of being a virgin, I get horny a lot... And I'm not even a good masturbather! Gosh, I'm 16, well, basically 17, but I wanna lose it so bad," I said

Ricky paused... "Remember in 5th grade? When I liked you?"

"You did? Haha, I thought you were pretty cute," I said

"Really?" he asked, I nodded.

"Do you uh... Still think that?" asked Ricky

"I mean, if someone asked me smash or pass, I'd say smash," I said

Ricky smirked, "What if I said... I never stopped?"

"Oh... For real?" I asked, he smiled and nodded

"I honestly... Don't know what to say. A part of me kind of wants to like you back, but the other part doesn't know what the fuck to do. Gosh life is filled with drama," I said

Third Person POV:

Ricky scooted closer to Y/n, "Yeah. You just gotta see where it leads you, and make smart choices." he cupped ran his thumb across her cheek without knowing.

Y/n looked up and blushed the slightest bit. He's got pretty eyes, she thought.

Ricky's eyes travelled to her lips. He'd been in love with her for a long time, and wanted to kiss her so bad.

They were getting closer without knowing, every second. Ricky wanted to just close the space and Y/n was thinking, Maybe I should kiss him? I mean, I should give him a try, he can't be that bad...

I don't want to play with his feelings, at the same time, I kind of wanna give in, but I don't kno--, thought Y/n, but then Ricky closed the space between them and they kissed.

Wow... Y/n's first kiss. It felt magical, honestly. She was kissing a cute guy. And the cute guy really liked her.

Did she like him? Kinda? She needed to figure it out, so she did it. She gave in.

On the other hand, Ricky was living his dream, he was thinking, chill, we're just kissing, but no. There could be more.

Ricky pulled Y/n closer, and she got onto his lap. Ricky was getting harder each second, he gripped her ass and licked her lower lip for entrance, which she granted.

Ricky's tongue explored her mouth, she's perfect, he thought.

Y/n moaned into Ricky's mouth as he groaned into hers.

Ricky started to move Y/n up and down on his lap, Y/n noticed he was getting hard and smirked.

Ricky then switched their positions and made Y/n be the bottom, as he went on top of her and started kissing down her neck, looking for her weak spot, which he found and nibbed at it. Leaving a few hickeys.

Y/n moaned and tugged on Ricky's hair, making him groan.

Ricky reached to the ends of Y/n's shirt, eventually taking it off and doing the same with his own.

Y/n took a moment to stare at Ricky's abs, running her fingers down his stomach.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, Y/n nodded.

Ricky then took a moment to look at Y/n's chest. They were average size, but also looked filled and squishy, he attacked them with his mouth, leaving kisses and hickeys before getting permission from Y/n to take it off. Which she accepted.

After a little, when he was done with her chest, he moved back up to her neck, then got one of his "needy" hands, and put it inside her underwear, slowly drawing little circles on her clit, making her moan.

"You haven't been ripped yet, right?" he asked, she shook her head

"You know you don't have to do this," said Ricky, she gave him a small smile, "I want to."

"Can you handle 2 fingers?" asked Ricky

"I don't know. But I'll try," she said, Ricky smiled, and inserted 2 fingers slowly, Y/n moaned, moving her hips signaling that she wanted more.

"You like that?" he asked, she moaned and nodded. He went a little faster, causing her to moan more.

He went faster and faster, til she couldn't take it anymore.

It won't hurt as much, Y/n thought. I've been a little stretched now.

"Can I take it off?" asked Ricky, Y/n nodded.

Ricky removed Y/n's underwear, and took a moment to look at her pussy. He was getting super hungry, but Y/n decided to speak up.

"Ricky..."

"Yeah?"

"I need you..."

"To do what?" he smirked

"Get inside me," said Y/n

"As you wish," he said, as he took off his boxers, revealing his super hard dick that was taking him a lotta effort to not get more hard.

"Whoa," said Y/n

"You like it?" he asked, she nodded

"You're big," she said, he laughed, and pecked her lips

"Tell me if it hurts too much," said Ricky, Y/n nodded. But she was so horny at this point, that when Ricky entered her, she felt pain, but it was numb.

Ricky entered her slowly, but fast. Y/n moaned, and he started to go in and out of her.

The room filled with moans and groans

"Faster," Y/n said, and Ricky did as she said.

After a minute of going in and out, "I'm close," said Ricky

"Me too," said Y/n, feeling the liquid form inside of her

"Cum on me, babe," said Ricky, Y/n smiled as she felt her liquid coming to the tip of her pussy. She held it in a few seconds because of the pleasure. However, Ricky was desperate.

He went faster and faster, making Y/n moan more.

"Please. Cum on me, I wanna feel you on me. I know it sounds like total cringe but I wanna feel you so ba-- AAGHH," moaned Ricky as his Y/n's walls tightened up around him, and she cummed, causing Ricky to do the same

He then pulled out of her, and they cleaned themselves up.

~5 minutes later~

"That was good," said Ricky, laying down next to Y/n.

"Yeah," she said, putting her head on his chest, as Ricky blushed and put an arm around her.

"So... What are we? Just fuck buddies, or is this gonna be a 1 night stand?" he asked, secretly hoping she'd accept him as a boyfriend instead.

"Well... I don't know about you, but-- I mean, you being my first time. This meant something to me..." said Y/n

"Well... Do you wanna be my girlfriend then?" asked Ricky, Y/n went silent, thinking about it.

"Shit, sorry. That was a stupid question, I mean you barely know me and--" Ricky trailed off

"Sure," Y/n smiled

"--and you're probably thinking that I'm one of those guys that just use girls for his needs and the next day-- wait... What did you say?" asked Ricky

"I said, sure," said Y/n, smiling

"So... We are dating?" asked Ricky

"Yeah, I mean, I barely know you, but I don't not know you. You're cute, and... Maybe this could work," she said

"Well, from what I know about you, we have a lot in common," Ricky smiled, and Y/n did too.

"Rick! I'm home!" a guy screamed, probably his dad.

"Ok! I have my girlfriend over, if that's ok," said Ricky, looking down at y/n who laughed

"Alright. Glad you were able to move on," said his dad.

"Hey, uh, is it ok if she spends the night?" asked Ricky

"It's fine by me," said his dad, Ricky smiled kissing Y/n's forehead.

Y/n POV:

So... I finally found my guy, Ricky and I are dating now. Let's see where this goes, lol.

Ricky POV:

Best. Day. Ever.

I finally got the girl of my dreams. I'll do anything it takes to not lose her.

Pt. 2?

#rickybowensmut #rickybowenxreader #Rickybowen #Bowen #Ricky #hsmtmts smut #hsmtmts #hsmtmts imagines #rickeyxy/n #rickey Bowen x y/n #finally

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sinful-huntress · 2 years ago

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How would the main boys react the first time their lovers moaned their name?

Ooooh, a cute little spicy head cannon. And no need for a cut ;)

Klaus

He pauses for a second then goes about his business. It makes him feel giddy and very confident in the relationship in general and sees it as a normal step in the intimacy of the relationship.

Steven

Literally doesn't react until after the event is over. Then just gently teases as he cuddles with his partner. Knows that its a normal thing meaning the relationship is stable and his partner is genuinely enjoying themselves in the moment.

Leo

Congrats, Leo is broken now. (JK JK). He does blush heavily and pause a little, but then gets a sudden burst of confidence knowing what it means. He does ask when he's cuddling his partner afterwards.

Zapp

Doesn't even register it for a second, then its like he gained a second wind. He is going at it much more vigorously to get them to do it again and again. He f-cking LOVES his partner moaning/calling his name in the moment of passion.

Zed

Broken fishy, broken fishy. Literally this time. His partner has to get his attention to get him to continue. And then explain how normal it is and what it means afterwards. (Spoiler: Zed is a broken, blushy fish when told all this.)

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #anon ask #ask #klaus von reinherz #steven starphase #zed o'brien #zapp renfro #leonardo watch #sinful heathens

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smallestapplin · 3 years ago

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More Cowboy! Submas bc i'm desperate and sleepy

They are the local sheriffs of the average Nimbasa town, and happen to own the railway and land surrounding it. Despite this, they are super humble and kind, constantly helping out around the community.

Hardly any trouble comes into town. At best, it's a local trainer looking for the sheriffs for a fight for fun. At worst, a group out to cause trouble and try to establish a turf.

The twins always enjoy a good pokemon battle, but they get serious when it comes to crime. They are merciless when someone threatens their community. It's almost scary how they look when confronting troublesome groups.

Thankfully, word spreads fast, so hardly anyone bothers the town the twins run. At least with violence, that is.

One thing the twins struggle with though, is corruption. Thankfully, as sheriffs and owners of the railway, they have a lot of money and say over the town and anything involved with the land nearby. But they can only do so much when other rich and powerful people try to step up and take over. Raising prices, hardly paying people what their labor is worth, and treating workers like mud beneath their boots.

It becomes a tense game of false pleasantries, the twins keeping a hard eye on these tycoons. If anything illegal happens, the twins will be the first to hear about it.

Eventually, word DOES come to them about the new local brewery, owned by the same man who owned the new saloon.

It was a rough place, allegedly treating their workers like trash in order to keep up with the saloons daily demand. The beer was dirt cheap and decent, but it was rumored the brewers barely caught a break.

Turns out, instead of the business finally getting caught for something fishy, the owner had been robbed early that morning, and left the place in tatters.

When the twins arrive at the scene, the place is a mess, beer wet all over the floor, and barrels smashed to pieces. And yet, the workers almost seemed relieved the place was wrecked beyond repair.

When Ingo and Emmet go to grab statements, they are surprised at what they find.

Turns out the owner had been there early in the morning, and as he had dragged the workers out to reprimand them on loss of potential profits, a thief had broken into the brewery.

"It was so fast, I tell ya! They came in, guns in each hand, and had our boss on the floor in no time flat! They tied him up like a pig, and demanded to know where he kept his money!" the small worker, a thin boy barely of age to be working, explained. Ingo and Emmet shared a look.

"And then?" Ingo asked. The boy, who seemed to have stars in his eyes, continued on.

"The boss denied them, 'course. But that didn't seem to deter 'em! They had us all back away into a corner, saying they didn't want any 'f us getting hurt. It was confusin' at first, until they started breaking everything in the building! They had released their pokemon, and each time the boss denied them the information, they broke something new!"

The twins quickly looked around the destroyed building. Barrels and glasses strewn about. You really wanted to cause some carnage.

"Eventually the Big Man cracked, and relented. He told 'em where he keeps his safe, and the key. They told us to just sit tight with their pokemon while they went and got the money from his office. No one had to get hurt."

"What happened next?" Emmet asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. Ingo recognized that look. It had been too long since anyone had interested him and his brother. The boy clapped his hands together, and leaned forward.

"They got the money out in no time flat. When they returned to the lobby, they simply tipped their hat at us, and said we deserved better than what that 'pig' was paying us. They then mentioned some places around town that were hiring, before turning and leaving. When we looked outside the building, they were gone, almost as if they had vanished!"

Ingo and Emmet shared another look. This was a first. A thief that didn't want to hurt anyone, and then recommending places to work for the victims? Usually any thief or troublemakers drive home the point with physical violence, not afraid to use their guns or pokemon to get what they want, even if it means someone dying.

Ingo cleared his throat.

"And what did this thief look like? Can you give us a description? And their pokemon, what were they?"

The boy thought for a moment.

"Uh, they had a black cowboy hat on, and a white mask covering the top of their face, hiding their eyes. They also had a black handkerchief covering the lower half of their face. They had a black jacket with a white undershirt on... Oh! And they had black chaps over some everyday trousers! I didn't get a good look at their boots though." The kid explained, and Ingo hummed thoughtfully. Not a lot to go on, but it was a start.

"And the pokemon, there was a Gengar, a Sneasel, and a Zoroark! And there was a Sylveon that seemed to follow them around the whole time!"

Emmet seemed excited. An interesting team, to be sure.

Eventually, they talked with everyone who had been present, each worker giving a similar statement.

The thief came out of nowhere, guns out, and knew who the boss was. They tied them down, and held everyone at gunpoint, though seemed to want to avoid any trouble. In fact, it appeared the last thing they wanted to do was hurt anyone, using destruction of property to get their point across rather than injury. Though they made the point they weren't afraid to shoot if necessary, or have their pokemon attack anyone with any funny ideas.

When you had gotten the money, you told the workers they deserved better, before disappearing into the dark, sun yet to rise. You didn't even leave a trace, as if you were a ghost.

When the twins left the scene, the brewery owner's life had been in shambles. The workers seemed to take your advice, and quit on the spot, leaving the owner with a broken brewery, and no workers to salvage it.

This isn't the last time they heard of you, either. About a month later, a carriage transferring money and valuables had been hit just outside of town.

It had been very similar to the first robbery.

The thief, same getup and all, stopped the carriage at gunpoint, using their pokemon to hold the people hostage. Instead of roughing anyone up, however, you simply wanted the bank's money. You even turned down any money the passengers had on them, which they had offered out of fear.

When you left, you once again tipped your hat, and disappeared without a trace.

Later, a few more places were hit, and the twins discovered a pattern. You specifically were hitting places that reeked with corruption. You were robbing the places that even the twins were having trouble with.

You never made it obvious when you would hit these places, the timing was different with each robbery. However, your main targets were now clear.

Not only that, but you made sure to out the owners for their abuse, and gave advice to any employees that were on the scene. Jobs hiring, places that could use their expertise, etc. You seemed to genuinely care for the little people that were affected by the tycoons you hit.

With what you were able to bring to the surface, it was even enough for the twins to arrest the tycoons and have them put on trial.

Again, you never hurt anyone unless absolutely necessary, and even then, you only knocked the person out with minimal injuries. The worst thing you'd do is destroy property, things that weren't easily replaceable.

After it was said and done, you'd disappear, not even leaving behind animal trails if you had ridden a horse. You were just gone.

One thing is for sure, you had absolutely mystified the twins.

Never had they seen someone like this, someone who seemed to want to root out the rot in the community, and willing to get their hands dirty to do so. All the while helping the victims for inconveniencing them.

They wanted to meet you, so so badly. Even though by law, it was their job to arrest you, they didn't know if they could even do so. Hell, you had the community at your back, and you might not even know it. If by chance they did catch you, there would be public outcry for your release, they were sure.

Emmet wanted to battle you. They both did, if Ingo was being honest with himself. You seemed strong, and a battle always showed what kind a person the trainer was.

And Ingo was afraid to admit it, but they had started fantasizing about you as well.

It started with chatter between the two late at night in their office in the jail. How they might come across you, and catch you. How you'd battle them, a cheeky look in your eye. They each admitted to wondering how you would tease them, saying how they would never manage to arrest you.

It quickly derailed after that, when one or the other would bring up the idea of what you might look like, and if you'd let yourself be caught. Would you be naughty, and resist them? Would you be good, and let them tie you up? Would you offer your body in exchange for your freedom? Letting them each take you for as long as they want, before finally cutting your binding, allowing you to run free.

They tried to nip it in the bud, of course. With the higher ups breathing down their necks to find you, and at the end of the day, you were a criminal. They can't have a relationship with you.

'Or could they?' the tiny voice in the back of their minds would whisper.

If anything, the fact they shouldn't like you or have you made you all the more tempting.

If only they could meet you, they were sure they could figure something out. Someone as kind hearted as you couldn't be a bad person, they were sure of it. And what better place to be than by the side of the twin sheriff's, loved by the whole community?

They even entertained the idea of not turning you in, all in exchange for you to be with them. You were helping the town, no denying it, even if it was at the cost of a corrupted boss's building and valuables. Meanwhile, they could handle the fallout, arresting these corrupt individuals once you make their crimes known. You could help the town in ways they could only dream of.

A match made in heaven, no?

Surely, there must be a way to find you. Emmet even has an idea. There had been some nasty rumors concerning a corrupt coal miner. Maybe if they looked into it and stake it out, they might find something worthwhile… -Silver Anon

Silver anon my sweet! I’m so happy you have returned to me!

Gods this is so good!!! The struggle between their job and desire always gets me!

#silver anon #cowboy au #pokemon #pokemon imagines

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dollslayer · 4 years ago

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The Stand-In

CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Stood up by your date and stranded in one of the nicest restaurants in town, Bucky Barnes just can't let that stand.

Warnings: slight angst, smut, oral (m & f receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !), if I missed anything let me know!

W/C: 3,807

A/N: I wrote this for @simsadventures 6k mixed adventure challenge (Congrats!) w/ a restaurant setting and the line "If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice". If you like it please reblog and comment and tell me what you think! Cheers!

p.s. - Come check out my other fics or find me on AO3 (same name)!

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7 PM

Your best Jimmy Choos click gingerly as you walk up to the hostess stand at one of the most popular restaurants in Manhattan. He had made the reservation in your name, which you gave to the hostess. She takes a minute to consider you, cocking a brow as she silently clocks your ASOS cocktail dress. You looked chic enough that she could forgive you. Her moment wasn’t lost on you, this part of the Upper West Side was so stuffy so you put on your best.

Feeling slightly self-conscious about your attire you brushed the feeling off quickly. He would be here soon and he’d reassure you how beautiful you look. When you’d met for coffee he’d make you feel so sexy and confident with how sure of himself he was. So when he asked you to dinner at one of the most renowned places in the city and said he wanted to talk tonight you accepted immediately.

“Right this way” the hostess said and broke you out of your self-doubting stupor and guided you towards a some-what secluded table towards the back of the restaurant.

“Here are some menus for you two, if you’d like anything to drink while you wait, your waiter should be here soon”, she sent you an artificial smile and turned on her heel back to the stand.

You picked up a menu and it left you reeling at the prices. You had half a mind to text him and see if he wanted to go somewhere else. Based off of the way he dresses and how he had tipped the barista on your first outing you thought better of it. He’d said he wanted to treat you, so you’ll let him.

7:15 PM

You decided to wait to order anything to drink until he got here, too afraid of the price tag attached to any bottle of wine on the menu.

You took a sip of your water and checked your texts for the second time since sitting down. Still nothing, you didn’t want to text him just yet, you knew he was busy and you didn’t want to seem overbearing. You knew he was a CFO and he’d be coming from the financial district when traffic was insane. You could forgive him. You take another sip of your water hoping it’ll wash all of your doubts away. Besides, it’s not like he’s late-late, he’s like, fashionably late, he’s working-man late.

7:30 PM

Okay, so he’s late-late, don’t panic. Sometimes things happen, he’s only human and this is only your second date.

Your waiter approaches the table again, eyebrows raised expectantly at you. The smug look on his face says he’s thinking what you’re too afraid to.

You order yourself a $25 martini. Your waiter promises to return and you finish off your water.

Time to craft the perfect text that says ‘Hey I’m here, where tf are you?’ without actually asking where the fuck he’s at. You tap away nervously on your phone.

‘Hey, I’ve got a table towards the back, closer to the end of the bar’ Perfect.

7:45 PM

You’re still sitting solo at the table, you feel the beginnings of humiliation creep into your features. You feel warm, your brows form a seemingly permanent crease of worry, and you are trying everything in your power to suppress the tears you felt building up.

You don’t make eye contact with your waiter when he stops by again, playing it off like you were sending a text. But you tell him you’ll be right back so that he doesn’t give up your table.

You walk quickly to the bathroom hoping no one will notice your trembling face. You feel just like a middle schooler that got dumped at the dance. You make it to a bathroom stool and dial your best friend, Wanda.

“Is everything okay? You’re supposed to be out with your mystery date aren’t you?” She had answered almost immediately.

You sniffled a bit and took a shaky inhale. “Y-yes, our reservation was for 7 and he put it in my name, I texted him once already but I don’t wanna seem too overbearing for a second date, y’know? But something feels off. I don’t know, maybe I’m being crazy.”

“You’re definitely not being crazy, it sounds fishy to me. If he doesn’t answer in five minutes I want you to leave and come straight over. I’ll have white Russians and Drag Race waiting for you” Wanda always knew just what to say, just how to make you feel. You were grateful for her.

You sighed into the receiver. “Thanks, babe, I’ll let you know what happens either way”. You hung up and grabbed some toilet paper to dab at the corners of your eyes. You knew you’d need an extra minute to compose yourself as you faced the truth.

He’s not coming, he’s not texting me back, he probably regretted setting the date which is why he put the reservation in my name, I won’t be hearing from him again. Just pay your tab, smile, and leave. You got this.

7:52 PM

Checking your appearance in the mirror one last time you let out a final sigh and push open the door back to the dining room. Your walk to your table begins to slow when you notice someone is sitting at your table. A rather tall, unfamiliar someone.

Did the waiter really give away the table? I’ve been gone all of 7 minutes! What do I even say to this stranger? Should I just grab my bag and go? Hopefully it’s still there.

Your final steps towards your seat are nervous and uneven. The man in the chair opposite yours must’ve heard you and he faces you. You’re struck with an unfamiliar but extremely handsome face. The look of surprise must be tangible because he laughs and slight wrinkles form at the edges of his eyes. Who the fuck is this guy? Well he hasn’t stolen my purse so there’s that.

“I-” You lean over to grab your purse when you’re cut off mid-apology.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, you know how it is at work. Sit down, I ordered a bottle of wine for the table”. The man said.

You sat down slowly and felt so stiff and uncomfortable in the chair. Were you being pranked? Was this part of some very elaborate joke? Before you could ask any of those questions the man reached across the table and grabbed your hand.

“If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice” He said as his thumb grazed your knuckles. You were slightly stunned by his boldness. You complied, if only out of shock and hoped he’d explain himself a little better or let you go in time for you to make an exit.

He leaned in closer to you, to anyone else it would’ve looked like an intimate moment during any normal date. He looked you in the eyes while he kept hold of your hand and you realized how warm he was, how clear his eyes were. You took a deep breath through your nose and tried to play it cool.

“I’ve been at the bar for a while now, it seems like whichever idiot decided to stand you up made a grave mistake.” Your brows pinched together and he continued, “I was with a friend talking business but he left and you look like you needed to be saved from the incident so here I am. James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.”

You were unsure what to do with the information just given to you. Yes, it would’ve been embarrassing to pay your tab and leave alone after sitting there for almost an entire hour by yourself, but it was also embarrassing that this man had noticed and you certainly didn’t need anyone looking at you like some damsel in distress.

You caught yourself from scoffing completely and schooled your features. “I… appreciate that you’d do that for me but I don’t want anyone’s sympathy, especially not a date.” You tried to pull away when his hand gently squeezed yours.

“Please- I- I didn’t mean to make it sound like I’m doing this out of pity. Whatever happened here is unfortunate, yes. But you’re also very beautiful and you’re here by yourself so why not ‘shoot my shot’ as I believe the kids are saying these days? Think of me like a stand-in for the other guy, but y’know, better” he replied playfully.

A very brief moment of contemplation was solidified by your lack of notifications on your phone. Why not? He’s good looking and he’s doing you a favor.

You had to at least afford a small chuckle at that. “So ‘Bucky’, huh? Well I don’t have any cool nicknames but you can call me by my first name.” You gave it to him and he repeated it back to you, a wry smile on his face.

8:05 PM

Still no texts from him but you did text Wanda to tell her everything worked out and there’d be details to come. She’d go into full on mama bear mode if you hadn’t updated her.

“So, Bucky, what do you do? Do you live here in Manhattan?” You asked before taking a sip of your wine (which you didn’t dare check the price of per bottle).

“Brooklyn, actually, but a lot of my business is here. Have you heard of Buchannan hospitality?” He asked.

Your brain snagged itself on that name. That sounds familiar? Where have I seen that? Oh wait! Didn’t you see him in the Forbes ‘30 under 30’ list last year?

You’d meant to answer him but unfortunately all that came out was a confused “Forbes?” at which he laughed a little bit and nodded.

“Yeah you might’ve seen me there. I own some hotels and lounges around Manhattan and Brooklyn. What do you do?” He had brushed off his accolades so quickly, wanting instead to know about you, this random girl that had been stood up.

Shit, your mid-level marketing job doesn’t stand up to this in the least. You took a sip of the wine and answered him, explaining you were second in command of your small company’s marketing department.

He seemed genuinely intrigued and you two ended up talking business and swapping office and university disaster stories until the main course arrived. You dug into your meal, savoring the taste and relishing in the unusual turn of events.

8:47 PM

The plates have been cleared away and the wine glasses refilled. Bucky was proving to be great company and as oddly as it started you were grateful to be sitting here with him. You’d nearly forgotten about your would-be date and decided to check your phone one last time.

You had 11 unread texts, 10 of them from Wanda wanting a play-by-play and one of them from the man that had stood you up. You opened it and sighed. ‘Can’t make it tonight, baby, promise to make it up to you soon’.

You scoffed to yourself. He’s not gonna say where he’s been? Or even say sorry? Douche.

You put your phone away and looked back up to Bucky who was eyeing you with playful curiosity.

“Lemme guess, that was the guy who was supposed to be seeing you’s sorry ass excuse followed by a flimsy apology” He said as he drank from his water glass.

“You’re 1 for 3. It was him but he didn’t apologize or try to explain himself. Should’ve known when he put the reservation under my name and not his that something might be up and when he wasn’t there on time.” You said more to yourself than to Bucky.

“What’s his name?” Bucky asked.

“His name’s Brock Rumlow,” Bucky’s expression changed just slightly at this. “I think he works at some firm in the financial district. We only ever went out the once before this so I don’t really remember.” You explained. “What? What’s that look for? Please don’t tell me you know him”.

“Sorry to say that I do. Sorry to say I know his wife too” He said a little more quietly.

You felt humiliated all over again, the same feelings that you experienced in this very seat not an hour ago still had you by the gills it would seem.

Bucky reached for your hand again, running the pads of his thumb across the ridges of your knuckles in an attempt to calm you.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you upset, but you definitely ought to know that Rumlow is no one that deserves your time” Bucky said in earnest.

His words were nice but you’d need some time to get over this embarrassment on your own. In the meantime, you really were enjoying Bucky’s company so you decided to let it distract you.

Bucky flagged down a waiter, signaling him to bring the check. He took one glance at it and set his card inside. As you reached for the bill with your own card in hand he gave it to the waiter before you could even get a peek. He was so nonchalant when he looked at you.

“Don’t even think about it. So tell me, is the night over or are you game to spend a little more time on me?” He asked. This is the second time he’d been dominant but kind in one breath. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt but you didn’t dislike it.

If you went home you’d just be wallowing in your own self pity, or you’d go to Wanda’s and do it but if you go with Bucky you could delay that feeling for a bit longer. Out with a stranger it is.

“Where to?” You asked him.

9:59 PM

A private booth on the top floor of what he said was one of his favorite lounges turned out to be where to. You were relieved to find there was no dancing, as you had two left feet and half a bottle of wine by now. When you got to the booth you stuck with water, knowing you’d need to get yourself home.

Bucky had insisted on one glass of champagne ‘to chance encounters’ he’d said. You agreed but just one. You found yourself closer to him while you talked, your knees touched and his hand found its way to your leg. It didn’t dare to move higher up, just staying there like a comforting weight almost while you conversed.

You were rambling on about the time you and your cousin took your dad’s car for a joyride when you were 14. You were laughing the whole thing off when you realized he wasn’t laughing with you. You had worried for a moment that you’d bored him when you saw the soft yet intense look in his eye and tilted your head with curiosity.

“You’re very beautiful, you know that right?” He didn’t let you answer as he shifted closer. “I’d like to kiss you, is that alright with you?”

Oh. You were caught off guard by the abruptness of his question. Suddenly shy, all you could do was give a small nod and bite your lip in anticipation. His full lips were soft and almost as warm as his hands, which were holding you in an embrace. One of your hands had made their way to his hair and one on the outside of his lower thigh. You sighed as you kissed him back.

It was soft but insistent, things became a little more passionate as you swiped your tongue into his mouth and you both let out a small moan. You didn’t want to stop kissing Bucky, it just felt right.

He finally broke the kiss as one of his hands still rested at the nape of your neck. You were breathless, this man had kissed the daylights out of you. If he could do that with his tongue imagine what else he could do with it. You were both panting softly, sorting through what to make of things and where to go from here.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna keep doing that, but this might not be the best place for it. You can say no if you want to, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but I’d love to take you home and treat you right” He said with unwavering eye contact.

Well how on Earth could I say no to that even if I wanted to? Wait doesn’t he live in Brooklyn?

“Let’s go back to mine, probably closer” You said. He nodded in agreement and sent a text to his driver to come pick you both up.

10:40 PM

You did indeed find out what else that tongue of his could do, you were finding out right now. He had made you cum once from his tongue alone already but he added to thick fingers and started pumping them into you, making a scissoring motion that hit you just right. You arched your back and pushed his face in deeper as you cried out, signaling your second orgasm.

Completely drunk in the afterglow of it, you wanted to keep this feeling forever. You wanted to show him what you could do too. You got up albeit with a little shakiness and hovered over him. You kissed his neck and slid your hand down to meet his groin. He was still in his briefs and you pulled the elastic band down with ease.

His cock sprang free and you had to hide the slight surprise you felt looking at the sheer size of him. You were always told you were good in bed so time to really put yourself to the test. You kissed your way down to his pelvis and your hand started working him. Staring back up at him you maintained eye contact while you kissed the dab of pre-cum that pooled at the head of his dick.

He shuddered but you kept staring at him, and in what you have to say was a pretty proud moment for you, you held his gaze while you took him slowly and in one go. You closed your eyes and moaned, feeling him in the back of your throat.

“Shit, oh my god. Are you gonna…?” He was lost for words so you decided to answer him by getting to work. You started slowly, up and down, letting yourself get used to his size and reminding yourself to breathe through your nose and stay relaxed.

His moans were growing louder and his breathing heavier, you knew he was close and you were wondering if he was going to let you finish him. You got your answer when he pulled you off of him by the hair.

“As bad as I want you to finish what you started, I wanna feel you first.” He panted.

“So what’s stopping you?” You asked playfully. A small shriek escaped you as he flipped you under him. He lined himself up with your entrance and thrust in slowly. You could tell he was using a lot of restraint but that was quickly forgotten as you remembered how big he was. You suddenly appreciated the slow pace.

As he became fully sheathed inside of you you let out a loud moan that was quickly silenced by his lips on yours. A few more small thrusts and he was nearly fucking your cervix. You felt unbelievably full.

“Had no idea how talented that mouth was of yours, doll. Trying to make me cum without getting to fuck you though? Now that’s just cruel. I think you need to pay for that, don’t you?” He asked playfully as his thrusts became a little harder and forceful.

You could only nod and moan as he picked up his pace. Your hands clung to his shoulders for dear life and you whimpered and keened while he railed you into your mattress. Finally getting used to the feeling you reached down to play with your clit.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” He asked in between grunts.

Your eyes rounded and you shook your head.

“I wanna be the one to touch you. Make you cum. Only me.” He forced out as he replaced your fingers with his. He made tight, quick circles around your clit but didn’t let up on his pace as he fucked you closer and closer to a third orgasm.

“Your pussy’s making it fuckin’ impossible for me to hold out any longer, need you to cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my fuckin’ dick.” His words sent you right over the edge and you did as you were asked.

Not two seconds later he cried out and emptied himself inside of you, sending a few final pushes into you before taking himself out and dropping down on his side.

You leaned over and kissed him with what little breath you two had left. Your sweat mixed together but you didn’t mind.

His hands provided that comforting weight as he brought one to your shoulder and the other to your hip. He kissed the tip of your nose and watched you begin to drift off to sleep. He could probably use the rest himself and decided to close his eyes for a bit.

9:30 AM

You woke up in a half empty bed, but before you could let yourself be too disappointed you heard the sound of your shower turning off. You padded down to the bathroom and opened the door to find Bucky toweling off. He gave you a lopsided grin.

“Good mornin’, I would’ve asked you to join me but you looked so peaceful I didn’t wanna wake you.” He explained. “If you’re not sick of me, do you maybe wanna grab some breakfast?”

You shook your head and reached past him to turn the shower back on.

“No way. I make the best pancakes and as a thank you for everything last night, I insist on making some for you.” You smiled up at him, hopeful he’d agree.

“Well I hope you know what you’re up against, I’m a very insatiable man.” He joked back.

You hit him with a washcloth and laughed. “Oh believe me I know. Gimme 15 and I’ll be right out.”

He nodded and closed the door behind him. You let your mind wander back to last night as you washed off the sweat that lingered from the night before.

10:15 AM

You set down two plates stacked mile-high with pancakes and bacon. You held your coffee mug up to his and clinked against it.

“To chance encounters” You said with a smile.

#bucky barnes x reader #CEO!Bucky Barnes #ceo!bucky barnes x reader #modern AU #marvel fic #marvel x reader #fluff #little bit of angst

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amjustagirl · 4 years ago

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Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi's heart has always pointed north. He wonders if it's broken when it starts to point inexorably towards her.

Set in the aftermath of The Astrophile, in the same universe as Storm Chaser.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi / f! reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, romance

Wordcount: 7.8k

Masterlist link here

A/N: Dedicated first and foremost to Ami @softsakusa, one of the first people to convince that my writing isn’t shit and that I should keep creating fics.

This fic is also for all the readers who wanted a happy ending for the reader in The Astrophile (which sets out the backstory of the reader, Iwaizumi and Oikawa), and also follows the events of Storm Chaser (which follows the turbulent relationship of Miya Atsumu and now wife - I named her Kaiyo in this fic to avoid confusion!).

Hope you like it - reblogs and comments are always dearly appreciated <3

It must be the worst meet cute of all time.

That is – if he’s using that phrase correctly. It keeps appearing in the god-awful English movies Bokuto and Miya keep playing during team movie nights that makes him want to tear his hair out.

But yes, he meets her at Miya Shino’s seventh birthday party, the birthday girl the apple of Miya Atsumu’s eye, the princess of his castle, the most perfect angel in the entire heavens - the list of pet names growing longer and longer the more the obnoxious setter prattles on about his daughter.

And apparently Miya Shino is a chip off the old block, and is as obsessed with volleyball as her father. Which means that he, one Sakusa Kiyoomi, is forced to turn up on a Saturday afternoon for a birthday party to teach a group of children roughly about the same height as his kneecaps how to play volleyball.

There are plenty of other MSBY players that Miya Atsumu could have rounded up to fritter away a Saturday afternoon. Hinata, for instance - the sunny, fiery headed opposite hitter a perennial favourite with young fans. Or Inunaki - the liberio has an amiable personality that he certainly wouldn’t mind snot nosed children hanging off his arms like a walking, talking monkey bar. But no, Hinata is apparently busy on a weekend meditation retreat, and Inunaki is at his sister’s wedding party, so both of them managed to escape this travesty of a birthday party.

That leaves him with Bokuto who’s practically a child himself, beaming, bumping balls at screaming children with one hand, the other hand lifting another child above his head. Meian’s here too but his own kid is somewhere in this gaggle of monsters anyway, so he’s here to carry out his parental duties – hopefully his presence might balance the sheer chaos he’s sure he’s about to face.

‘Omi-omi you made it!’ Atsumu greets him with a slap to the back.

Sakusa resists the urge to bare his teeth. Is this what hell is? Screeching gremlins underfoot, the nauseating smell of fried food permeating the air.

And it’s probably because he’s still in a horrified daze at the situation he’s put himself in (which Atsumu is either too dense to pick up on or already immune due to the series of similar expressions he pulls at him on a daily basis), Atsumu manages to snap a party hat on his head, before he prances off in victory.

Sakusa snarls, ripping off the red paper hat off his head.

Why on earth did he agree to this again?

‘Sakusa-san! Thank you so much for coming!’

His glare softens by a fraction.

Miya Kaiyo, Atsumu’s long suffering wife approaches him, careful not to touch him, waving at him instead. He appreciates her thoughtfulness, so he thaws a little, giving her a slight nod in greeting.

Right, she’s the reason why he’s here.

He’s always been fond of her - competent, patient, intelligent, far too good for her idiot of a husband. Approximately a year ago, he sought her professional help with his accounts. He graduated with a business degree from Chuo University, so he can tell there is obviously something fishy that his manager is pulling with his finances, but the accounting courses he took weren’t in depth to pinpoint the problem. Miya Kaiyo, on the other hand, a trained forensic accountant with a nose like a bloodhound for fraudulent accounts, nailed down the problem within a week. So when she asked him after a game whether he’d be free to attend her daughter's birthday party, he hadn’t been able to turn her down.

‘It was no problem’, he says stiffly, already itching to spray the whole place down with disinfectant. ‘I’m glad to be here.’

Kaiyo laughs at his obvious lie, tugging at his sleeve to seat him in a corner. ‘You don’t have to go play with the kids if you didn’t want to! I invited you so we could catch up, and besides, I did want to introduce you to someone.’

‘Hm.’

He doesn’t try to mask his reluctance this time. Kaiyo means well, he knows, but between her and his mother, he’s tired of having to fend off match making attempts. It’s not like he can’t get a date – he can and he has, it’s just difficult to find someone willing to put up with his prickly personality and busy schedule.

‘Well she’s not here yet, so you’ll have to wait. And while we’re waiting, tell me how’ve things been, Sakusa-san?’

Grateful that he’s not going to be forced into shepherding children into playing anything remotely resembling an actual volleyball match (he suspects he might have more luck teaching cats how to do the conga), he settles into his seat, mouth stretching into something resembling a smile. He lets her chatter about work, and they’re deep in a discussion about his plans post-volleyball (because he can feel the countdown on his career in his creaking bones, his aching sinews) when Atsumu swoops in on him again, like a vulture seeking easy prey.

‘What’cha doin’ with my wife, Omi-omi’, he slips a hand around Kaiyo’s waist mock possessively.

She swats at him. He ducks, raising his hands in surrender.

‘I enjoy talking to an actual adult sometimes, ‘Tsumu!’

‘Oh come on, I already have to share you with ‘Samu most of the time, now you’re leaving me for Omi-kun?!’

‘Dramatic ass.’

‘Please, you chose to marry me.’ He crows, flipping his hair. He looks ridiculous, he always does. Kaiyo seems to agree -

‘And I wonder why sometimes.’ She retorts, Atsumu squawking indignantly at her response, hair ruffling like an offended chick. But Kaiyo ruins the effect of her words by laughing, leaning over to affectionately peck her husband on the cheek.

Sakusa should be annoyed by this display of childishness, but for some inexplicable reason, a frisson of longing bubbles in his chest instead. It’s strange. Marriage or even serious relationships have never been something he’s actively sought. After all, it always seemed horrendously illogical to put all your eggs in one basket and hope nothing trips up – but his heart pays his mind no mind, and the strange sensation continues to trickle down his throat into his chest.

He makes up an excuse to slip to the bathroom for a tactical retreat from this madness.

Then he takes a breath.

Rinse. Lather hands with soap. Rinse. Repeat again .

Familiar motions, bred out of a desire to do things right, transformed into an unbreakable habit. Cold water, washing away soap bubbles.

Right. Now he’s ready for another plunge off the deep end .

He’s a foot past the threshold of the community hall where the party is being held when Miya Shino darts towards him. She’s very clearly her father’s daughter with his penchant for mischief because she dives between his legs, making him stumble in confusion. Then Meian Shugo’s eldest son Makoto barrels towards him, intent on reaching the ball held aloft in Shino’s hands.

Athletic reflexes be damned in the face of a pair of hell-spawn.

‘Shino!’. Kaiyo shouts.

‘Makoto!’ Meian thunders.

Sakusa flails, decidedly without grace, and in his attempt at not squashing the two little devils, he manages to do something even worse .

Much, much worse.

He manages to trip over his feet and bump right into the woman Miya Kaiyo wanted to introduce him to (this, he finds out later). It’s a lost cause – he’s six foot two of pure muscle, dwarfing her by a mile, and she’s carrying a huge box in her hand.

He ends up face planting directly into her chest.

His brain short circuits at the feeling of plush softness and vanilla and – ,

‘Woah - Omi-omi, never thought I’d have to defend the honour of my cousin in law’, Atsumu laughs.

The sudden flare of irritation at Atsumu’s words kickstarts his brain back into gear. Rearing back in alarm, he promptly topples over onto his butt.

‘Uncle ‘kusa, I’m sorry’ Shino screeches, distraught. Makoto merely snivels. Kaiyo is evidently the only one with working brain cells, because she rushes over to help them up.

The-woman-with-the-mysterious-box makes Kaiyo take the box first. It holds precious cargo - Shino’s birthday cake, he later finds out, but because she manages to cling on to it with admirable tenacity, it emerges more or less intact. Then she turns to him, still sprawled on the floor. He scoots away, still dazed.

She offers him a steady hand. ‘Hello’, she says. ‘It seems we’ve gotten off to rather a bad start.’

There is a hint of mirth in her voice, but her eyes are kind.

He takes her hand with a rare smile.

Miya Kaiyo grins behind the cake box. It turns out her daughter is a better matchmaker than either her or (heaven forbid) her husband.

It turns out that Miya Kaiyo wanted to introduce him to her cousin, newly moved to Osaka from Tokyo. She’s a sports journalist, used to cover volleyball even, but for some reason their paths never crossed. She too, is tired of her cousin’s well intentioned meddling, but asks him if he’d like to meet her for dinner one day ‘if only to get Kaiyo off her back, because she’s persistent’, and funnily enough, he agrees.

He doesn’t mind making a new friend, he reasons. She seems decent enough.

They go out for dinner on a Tuesday night. She doesn’t complain when he tells her that due to his diet planned by MSBY’s nutritionist, most restaurants are off limits. Instead, she asks intelligent questions about whether the sources of protein and fibre he’s relying on are varied enough, even suggesting alternatives like tempeh, a Southeast Asian soy product.

He appreciates that.

She doesn’t also fawn over the fact that he’s a professional athlete. That makes sense, considering she’s probably interviewed dozens, if not hundreds of individuals who are just like him. It’s nice - he’s tired of groupies who start dates off by staring at him starry eyed, but ending it with disappointment in their eyes when they discover that he’s just a guy who practices hitting balls enough to do it for a living. And best of all, she doesn’t mind that their conversation sometimes wanes into silence. She doesn’t seem to feel the need to fill empty spaces with inane drivel, nor expect him to entertain her like a circus animal.

He likes that.

So when the night ends, he asks her whether she’d like to have dinner with him again. ‘Just as friends’, he’s quick to clarify.

‘Sure’, she nods, and they bid each other goodnight.

They start having dinner every Tuesday night, subject to their erratic schedules.

He enjoys her company. She’s thoughtful, bringing him home made baked goods like zucchini cake (low sugar, of course), sneaking him chocolate scones for his cheat days after she discovers his hidden sweet tooth. She’s considerate too, never blinking an eye at his compulsive need to make sure everything is just in order, even if the waitress stands behind them aghast when he insists on using disinfectant to wipe down their table. She doesn’t even call him paranoid when he passes her a bottle of sanitizer.

Slowly, he finds himself confiding in her about things he’d maybe only tell his cousin, Motoya. Or at least, the things he would tell Motoya if the guy would only pick up his calls.

‘Sorry’, Motoya texts back after a couple of missed calls. ‘ Practice has been brutal recently.

In a remarkable display of restraint, Sakusa does not point out that EJP Raijin is below MSBY in this season’s rankings.

So he tells her instead about how he’s contemplating retirement, how he’s trying to chart out his next steps career wise. She surprises him by listening to him gravely, pointing out that he can lean on his business degree to possibly land an office job in event management or with sports associations, putting him in touch with one overly excited Kuroo Tetsuro. He tucks her suggestions away carefully at the back of his mind.

It’s nice to have a friend, he tells himself, his lips quirking ever so slightly when her hand grazes his as they walk down the street together.

He invites her to the monthly gatherings that the MSBY players take turns to host for their family and friends, making the excuse that he needs a human shield in any event hosted by Miya Atsumu. She agrees easily, perking up at the chance to spend a Sunday afternoon with her cousin and niece - ‘ and Kaiyo’ll need help, especially since she’s pregnant’, bringing far too many cupcakes topped with the lightest, fluffiest cream cheese frosting he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. Even Miya Osamu gives her a nod of respect after stuffing his face full of her cupcakes. He, unlike his twin, has good taste.

Her brow furls into a concerned frown when he quietly sneaks himself a second cupcake. ‘You don’t have to force yourself to eat it just to be polite! I made it, so I know it has so much sugar and butter it would make your nutritionist weep. If you want, I snuck some zucchini cake in my handbag for you instead.’

He stubbornly shovels a large bite into his mouth. ‘I won’t tell if you don’t.’

She bursts into laughter, leaning forward to wipe away the smudge of frosting on the tip of his nose with her thumb.

Miya Kaiyo shoots him a knowing look across the room, waggling her eyebrows in an eerie imitation of her husband. He fights to keep his face blank, refusing to feed her satisfaction, but fails, a hot flush rising in his cheeks.

‘Traitor’ he mouths at her. Her smirk only deepens.

Fortunately, the gathering ends with no further mishaps, either to his physical well-being or his dignity. Makoto is packed off with Meian, the little boy whining for more time to play with Shino. Hinata and Bokuto prance off for some ridiculous buffet on the other side of town.

As for himself, he hangs back with her to help the Miyas put their house back in order, expelling an amused puff of a laugh from his nose when she forces the very pregnant Kaiyo to ‘stay still, for goodness sake!’ on the couch, dancing around the house with a mop, Shino trailing after her waving a feather duster with gusto. He refrains from telling the little girl that she’s more likely to spread the dust than to actually clear it – at least she’s not causing more havoc this way.

‘I can’t believe I could’ve ever taken this for granted, y’know’, Atsumu comments from behind him, mouth wide in a tender smile. ‘It’s the best feeling in the world to have a wife and kid who loves ya to the moon and back, welcoming ya home after a long day at work. They make everything worth it.’

He’s thrown for a loop at this rare display of emotional vulnerability from the usually obnoxious setter and for once, does not resort to hostility, choosing instead to acknowledge the blonde setter’s words with a tacticum nod.

The Miyas’ apartment is far too chaotic for his tastes, with colourful toys scattered on the floor, mismatched picture frames of the little family on the walls, but laughter hangs in the air, and light spills from the windows, illuminating the warmth and love and fondness in every look and word the Miyas gift each other.

His father gave him a compass when he was a child, as a present to celebrate his first match. His mother clucked her tongue because it’s a strange gift for a child - delicate, fiddly, its gold exterior tarnished with age. But his father chuckled and told him that he’s old enough to appreciate that the compass is his father’s, and his father’s father before that, an heirloom to remind their sons to work hard at everything they do, and to keep their hearts on course, pointing north.

And Sakusa thinks he’s done that. He’s worked and worked and worked at perfecting his skills in his chosen sport. He’s accepted his solo course, so laser focused on carving out a career in professional sports leaves little time or space for intimate relationships. Not to mention the fact that watching the disaster of Atsumu’s early years of marriage from the sidelines, made him swear off similar heartbreak for himself.

But there are times when he can’t help but feel a little lonely - when he has to struggle to find a date for MSBY events, when he has no one to celebrate the holidays with, when he goes home every day to his neat, cold apartment with space for only one occupant.

The compass in his heart creaks. It starts to turn a few degrees just off-course.

‘Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to get married?’ he asks her as he’s walking her home that night.

‘I did, once upon a time’, she shrugs carelessly. He misses the sudden strain in her smile. ‘Why do you ask?’

He stays silent for a while, the length of the quiet street giving him time to properly ferment his response. He considers the effects of adding splashes of colour to his dull life, weighs it against his long cultivated instinct to avoid the potential chaos of any emotional entanglements. He finds himself suddenly craving the sweetness of cream cheese frosting, and wonders how it’d be like to come home to light, fluffy cakes baked by her hands.

When they reach her apartment block, she tilts her head at him curiously, obviously awaiting his answer. He tugs his words together, strings his swirling thoughts into a decipherable sentence.

‘Because Atsumu and Kaiyo seem happy together. And I wondered if we’d be happy together too.’

He watches her puzzle over his words, her brow furling into a confused frown. ‘And I wasn’t proposing, by the way’, he feels the need to clarify.

She snorts. ‘I didn’t think so.’ With a directness that he very much appreciates, she looks at him squarely and asks - ‘Are you asking me out, Sakusa Kiyoomi?’

He meets her gaze. ‘Yes, I am. We’ve known each other for a decently long time for me to conclude our personalities are well matched, and we’re both mature adults who respect each other’s work schedules and commitments. And if you don’t mind that I can be overly blunt and quiet sometimes - ‘

‘ - which I don’t’, she interjects, with a chuckle.

‘I think we might be happy together’, he concludes, with a small smile that’s becoming more common in her presence.

He allows her the space to turn his proposition over in her mind.

‘Alright’, she finally says. ‘I guess we can give it a go’.

So much for Atsumu accusing him of having a heart made out of tin. Flesh and muscle works overtime to pump blood into his cheeks as she slots her fingers between his and gives his hand a squeeze.

Being in a relationship isn’t too different from what they had before.

They still keep to their standing date to meet every Tuesday (schedules permitting, of course). But now he doesn’t have to make up excuses to ask her out on outings that aren’t food related. At first he tries his best to adhere to dating norms, arranging for romantic dates at candlelit restaurants, buying her massive bouquets that make her sneeze.

‘It’s fine, Omi’, she tells him gently after they spend another uncomfortable evening in a dimly lit restaurant eating off plates too large for the laughably tiny food portions. ‘I’m happy just hanging out with you. You don’t have to go out of your way to impress me, I’m not holding on to any ridiculous expectations of you’. He stops after that, glad he doesn’t have to suffer another night trying to decipher which utensil to be used at which course, or having to put on starched formal wear to yet another stuffy restaurant.

She’s noticeably happier when they accompany each other on trips to the supermarket, each holding a stack of coupons to take advantage of the latest deals. She shields him from any overly zealous obaa-sans with gusto, throwing elbows and using her grocery basket as a makeshift battering ram before they crowd close enough to him to trigger his anxiety. He helps her reach for things on the top shelf ‘to prevent her from scaling the grocery shelves like an overgrown teenager’ , he snarks. He’s worried his attempt at teasing lands wrong, but she snorts and thanks him good naturedly anyways.

On the weekends, they develop a habit of meal prepping for the rest of the week at her apartment. His kitchen lacks the fancy mixers and blenders that she has, and in all honesty, his dark, spartan apartment lacks the sunlight and warmth that spills into her apartment from the windows, so it’s only logical that they should spend the bulk of their time there. It’s an oasis of calm for him, chopping vegetables and chicken into small cubes, sautéing them for the week ahead, while she bustles around whipping eggs and flour and milk together to form another delectable cake that they always end up sharing at the end of the day.

He starts to dread matches away from home a little more than he used to. While hotel rooms are as spartan as his own apartment, he doesn’t have the option of heading over to her apartment to bask in her quiet warmth. His meals come in styrofoam boxes instead of the glass tupperware she stacks on her kitchen counter, and he turns up his nose at store bought cakes that his teammates offer him, only craving for those baked in her oven. He even starts looking up to the stands for a glimpse of her, only to remember that she can’t be there to cheer the team on.

‘Cheer up, Omi-omi! We’ll have a home match next week’, Atsumu tells him jovially.

‘It doesn’t matter either way to me’, he mutters resentfully, but the setter only grins.

‘Trust me, it matters a great deal to have the girl ya love cheering ya on, y’know?’

He stalks off to the changing room, ignoring the peals of laughter from the blonde annoyance he leaves in his wake.

The tight coil of loneliness only loosens when he sees her waiting for him at the station when he returns. She ignores his protests to snag his suitcase away from him, the case looking comically large against her small frame, but she uses it effectively as a tank to force a path through the crowd, and drag him back to her apartment in no time.

‘You need a home cooked dinner to make up for all those industrially prepared food you must’ve been eating this entire week’, she tells him, bustling around the kitchen, only stilling when he takes her shoulders in his hands.

‘Are you happy?’ he asks, when he cups her face to carefully brush the dusting of flour on her cheek away.

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ She laughs, the sound fond.

‘Just checking in’, he tells her, closing his eyes as she pulls him down towards her for a kiss.

All in all, it’s a happy, uncomplicated relationship. He likes it that way.

If his heart were a compass, he’d suspect it’s broken because instead of pointing north, it starts to inch inexorably towards her.

But there are strange quirks he notices about her that niggles at his brain.

She refuses point blank to check out the planetarium when she attends an event held at the adjacent Art Museum as his date, professing to have an irrational dislike for stars.

‘They’re just balls of burning gas and light ’ , he points out. ‘What could you possibly have against them?’

There’s a flicker of irritation in her eyes that he does not miss. ‘I know it’s stupid but just humour me, ok?’ Her tone verges on a snarl, before she storms away, ostensibly to the bathroom to freshen herself up.

She returns later with an apology for her behaviour. Though he’s confused, he respects her privacy and does not push for an answer.

He’s at her apartment preparing meals for the week ahead when the doorbell rings and an enormous bouquet of white lilies are deposited into her arms. She stares dumbly at the flowers, their sickly sweet scent permeating the air.

His brow furls. ‘Today isn’t your birthday, is it?’

His words jolt her out of her trance. ‘No’, she answers, before inexplicably storming to the living room and dumping the bouquet with a vengeance on the coffee table. Pollen flutters to the floor, delicate white petals crushed in her hands.

‘It’s nothing’, she tells him as he shoots her a questioning look.

When she disappears to the washroom, he peeks at the card. There’s no name on it, just a simple message - ‘consider it, please?’

He doesn’t question her about it when she returns to the kitchen. She doesn’t offer him any answers either.

He finds himself wondering about them.

It was refreshing at first to have a relationship free of any expectations. She never asks for more than he’s willing to give, seems happy enough to slot herself into the pockets of time he offers, only attends his games when he gives her tickets, doesn’t get upset with him when he inevitably forgets to text.

But therein lies the issue, doesn’t it?

If she truly likes him, wants to pursue a relationship seriously with him, shouldn’t she be demanding more than the crumbs of affection and attention he shows her? They’re both past the age of thirty, shouldn’t she be looking to get married and settle down, maybe spawn a demon child or two?

He’s tried raising it with her once, but she responded with confusion.

‘I don’t have any expectations of you, Omi’, she’d replied. ‘We both have busy lives, so whatever you’re willing to give, I’m happy to take’.

There’s technically nothing wrong about her answer. It’s wholly considerate and kind - very much her.

Still, it makes him wonder - if her heart were a compass, would it point towards him?

He manages to hold his tongue until she gets another delivery of flowers.

This time he opens the door when the doorbell rings, assaulted by the heady scent of lillies, pollen smeared on his sleeves. This time, there’s a name on the card.

Oikawa Tooru .

It takes a couple of seconds for him to realise why the name is so familiar. It’s the same name Hinata and Kageyama used to buzz about every Olympics - the famous Argentinian setter who started his career as a schoolboy from Miyagi, a prodigious setter who never made it to Nationals in high school, refused to give up and forged his way to success in a whole new land, continents away.

‘How do you know Oikawa’? He asks her. ‘And why does he keep sending your flowers?’

‘He’s just an old acquaintance,’ she admits. ‘He’s just sending the flowers to persuade me to attend his wedding.’

His forehead crinkles in confusion, and he tries his best not to leap to conclusions, but since she doesn’t seem to be forthcoming with further clarification, he presses her further.

‘And why won’t you attend his wedding?’

Her shoulders slouch in obvious reluctance as she turns away, focusing her attention on the mixing bowl. But Kiyoomi isn’t easily deterred, so he firmly takes the mixing bowl from her and sets it on the countertop. He raises an eyebrow at her, clearly seeking an answer.

She huffs a sigh through her nose. ‘Because he’s getting married to my ex-boyfriend, ok?’

He blinks. That was unexpected.

‘It happened half a decade ago. Ancient history. I’m over it.’ She mutters to the floor.

‘Why didn’t you tell me about it?’

‘Because it’s none of your business’, she snaps, grabbing the mixing bowl again, beating the batter with a vengeance.

‘You’re going to ruin the texture if you whisk it too hard’, he tugs the bowl away from her again. She refuses to relinquish her grip.

‘Leave me alone!’ she snarls, yanking the bowl back. Confused by her sudden fury, he lets go of the bowl, only for her to stumble back, eyes wide as she loses her balance, knocking her head against the countertop.

He drops down onto his knees, not even noticing the batter soaking into his pants, combing through her hair, scouring the back of her neck for any sign of injury. It’s only when he’s satisfied that her fall has resulted in nothing more than a bruise that should go away by tomorrow that he notices her tears soaking the front of his shirt.

‘Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?’ he asks, wiping her tears away with a batter splattered thumb.

She hangs her head, body still shaking from her sobs. ‘I’ve already made such a mess of things – don’t want you to have to listen to my nonsense – am just bein’ stupid, that’s all - ’.

He patiently waits until her sobs dissolves into mere sniffles before speaking. ‘I want you to tell me what’s wrong. If you’re up to it.’

So through more broken sobs and hiccups, he listens to the tale of Iwaizumi Hajime, a boy who was her world, who only realised he was always in love with Oikawa Tooru, a fortnight before she and he were to wed. Her voice wavers as she tells him the full story of the white lilies, explains that her irrational dislike for stars stems from the reminder that she chose to give her world up to a boy-king burning brighter than the stars in the night sky combined.

He waits until her words run out, and she’s leaning against him, broken and pliant in a way that makes his heart ache.

‘I wish you told me about it earlier’, he tells her, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear. ‘That you would trust me enough to tell me about the things that hurt you in the past. And I wonder about the state of our relationship if you don’t even trust me enough for that’.

‘That’s unfair. You never asked - ‘

‘How could I ask about something I didn’t even know about?’ He takes hold of her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. Hurt and anger and shock simmer in her eyes, each swirl of emotion fighting for dominance.

‘I didn’t want to expect anything more from this relationship than you were willing to give’, she admits after a pause.

She’s scared of being hurt again. He doesn’t miss the subtext.

‘Shall I tell you what I want from you then? I have a list, if you’re willing to hear me out’ he asks, with a smile that’s growing more common the more time he spends around her.

She nods, but keeps her gaze stubbornly on the ground.

He takes his time to choose his words. He’s never been verbose - not like Atsumu or Bokuto or even easygoing Motoya, choosing to only say what is strictly necessary, using the precise amount of words, nothing more, nothing less. But this is a situation that requires more emotion rather than precision, so he inhales a shaky breath, letting it fuel the sentiment in his heart as he exhales.

‘First. I want you to trust that I’ll never hurt you like he did’, he says, and with a self-deprecating smile he adds - ‘I don’t have any childhood friends to be secretly in love with besides Motoya, and I’m hardly going to be pining after my flake of a cousin’.

That triggers the corners of her lips to tilt upwards, and encouraged, he carries on.

‘Second. I want you to be open with me about what you want - your dreams, your expectations of me. I want to hear them all because you’re important to me.’

That makes her flush pink, and she sneaks a glance up towards him.

‘Third. I want to wake up each morning with you by my side and come home to you every night. I want to watch you fight cranky old ladies in the supermarket in my honour, be the first person to taste test all your baking experiments - even the failed ones that are only fit to feed Atsumu. I want us to be happy together. Forever, if possible.’

He lifts her bodily into his lap, brushes his nose against her cheek. ‘Now that I’ve told you what I’m willing to give, is that too much for you to take?’ he murmurs against her lips.

Her blush blossoms into a deep scarlet, but her eyes are iridescent pools of startled delight. She doesn’t speak, sealing her answer instead with her lips.

His heart’s compass is irretrievably broken, the needle melted into place. It doesn’t point north any longer, no – it’s always going to point towards her.

They move in together after that.

He gives up his apartment, professing to prefer the warmth and light of hers. The Miyas help him move in even when he tries to refuse their help, Atsumu helping him to lug cardboard boxes up the stairs, Kaiyo helping him sort out his belongings, sorting them into his allocated cupboards.

When they’re done, they order pizza and she bakes a cake to celebrate. ‘An impromptu housewarming’ she says, toasting Miya Kaiyo with a slice of pepperoni pizza with a laugh.

Kiyoomi shares a slice of chocolate cake with Atsumu in complete defiance of their nutritionist’s advice, jostling forks over the very last bite. She and Kaiyo scold them teasingly, telling them to behave like they’re actually thirty and not teenagers on the cusp of adulthood. Atsumu pulls at Kaiyo’s ponytail in retaliation. He refuses to engage in similar tomfoolery, reddening instead when she reaches over to ruffle his curls.

‘This is nice’, he remarks to Atsumu later, when their significant others are out of earshot, gossiping and giggling about something or other.

‘It is, isn’t it’, Atsumu replies, a dopey smile on his face as he stares at his wife.

It truly is , Kiyoomi thinks, staring at her.

He takes over most of the cleaning, it clears his mind, he tells her. So to split the chores evenly, she insists on doing their laundry and cooking, and he doesn’t even nag her too much when she forgets to split the white and coloured clothes and stains some of his shirts once in a while.

Wedding invites printed on expensive cream paper and bouquets of white lilies start to litter their doorstep every day. He tries his best to dispose of them before they reach her sight, but every so often, he comes home too late, catches her wilt as she brushes white petals from their doorstep.

‘I don’t blame either of them’, she tells him, after he asks if she’d like him to call Iwaizumi and tell him to drown himself in a vat of batter, thank you very much.

‘You’re too kind to both of them’ he says plainly, as they share a pot of tea, his head pillowed in her lap. ‘I would’ve just set them both on fire and left them to rot.’

‘Hajime loved Tooru for almost all his life - I just wanted to see him happy in the end. Argh - I sound so stupid and sentimental like an old grandma, just laugh at me already’ she complains, hiding her burning cheeks in her hands.

‘You aren’t stupid for being kind.’ He hums, quiet and low. ‘It’s why I love you so.’

He relishes the soft light dawning in her eyes, captures her whispered affection with careful fingers, spins them into gold.

He has to turn off the stove to answer the door when some rude lout bangs on their front door far too early on a Sunday morning.

With his coldest sneer and thinking resentfully about his breakfast, Kiyoomi swings the door open, fully intent on looming over the disturbance with his full height, but takes a step back instead when he finds one Iwaizumi Hajime hanging off the door knob.

‘Hello’, Iwaizumi looks up at him confusedly.

‘Hi’, he nods a greeting back at his old Olympic team trainer. They stare at each other.

‘Eh - I think I’ve got the wrong house’, Iwaizumi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Sorry about that, Sakusa-san.’

He’s about to close the door in Iwaizumi’s face when her voice chimes in, clear as a bell.

‘Who’s at the door, Omi?’

The shorter man shoots him a look of barely contained rage as he uses his bulk to push his way through the doorway towards her. Kiyoomi tries to stop him, protesting that he can’t barge into someone’s private property without an invitation like that, but it’s as futile an endeavour as trying to block the path of a raging storm.

Iwaizumi reaches her first, raising a hand as if to cup her face by instinct, before letting it fall back limply by his side. ‘You weren’t answering any of my messages or calls’, he says. ‘I was worried about you.’

She stares at him blankly for a moment. Then fire sparks in her eyes.

‘Well, as you can see, I’m completely fine’, she replies, jaw and fists clenched. ‘You don’t need to do a welfare check on me, we’re not involved anymore.’

The scorching pain in Iwaizumi’s eyes is evident, even from a distance away. ‘Yeah. Well. I thought we were friends. You didn’t even tell me you were dating again’. He shoves his hands in his pockets, tossing another heated glance in Kiyoomi’s way.

‘I didn’t think I needed to update my ex-fiance about my love life, especially not when he’s trying to drag me to attend his wedding that I already said I’m not going to attend’, she bites back.

Iwaizumi opens his mouth, then closes it with a resounding snap. ‘I’m sorry’, he says, with heartbreaking honesty. ‘I told Tooru that you probably didn’t want to hear from us, but he insisted and I got worried when I didn’t hear from you for months’.

Kiyoomi can see her glare soften into molten sympathy. The tension in the air crackles with electricity. He’s neither blind nor stupid – he can sense the years of longing and love not quite lost between them.

He thinks she loves him, Sakusa Kiyoomi – weird habits, cold disposition and all, but the doubt clogging up his arteries and veins is enough to make his heart seize – and if she’s going to break his heart, he’d much rather she not do it in front of Iwaizumi.

‘Hajime - ‘ she begins to say, and at this point he jumps in -

‘I’ll excuse myself so you both have the chance to catch up’, he says, waving aside her protests as he slips on his shoes. Even in his haste to leave the house, he clicks his tongue at the mess Iwaizumi left behind at their genkan , kneeling down to arrange their shoes, only standing up when he’s satisfied they’re neatly arranged back in place.

‘Omi, you don’t have to leave’, she says, holding the door open.

He shrugs his shoulders at her, nose and mouth already obscured by his usual face mask. ‘Let me know when you’d like me to come back’.

If she’d like him to come back. She doesn’t chase after him, after all.

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, but the golden sunshine feels more like a taunt rather than a balm to his mood. His stomach growls, making him long for the scrambled eggs he was in the middle of frying before he was so rudely interrupted, but his growing sense of nausea keeps him from seeking out an alternative meal.

Instead, he makes his way to the park, sits on a relatively clean bench. There are couples a-plenty, strolling around hand in hand, families picnicking merrily around him, compounding the growing chasm of loneliness in his chest. He tries to count the seconds by his breaths, tries not to let the minutes expand the insecurities crawling, inch by inch up his throat.

He sits alone. Poised, yet short of breath.

He wonders if Iwaizumi Hajime has finally figured out that stars, for all their brilliance, cannot compensate for their lack of human kindness. And if so, he wonders which direction her heart would point towards if it were a compass - whether it’s as broken as his, and whether it points towards Iwaizumi or him.

He waits.

Then his phone buzzes.

Ah.

She’s asking him to come home. He does not dare to overthink the meaning of that single word. But he does not hide that his steps back home are lighter than when he left, though the key in his hand shakes so hard it takes him three tries to fit it into the keyhole. He does not try to suffocate the seed of hope budding in the soft earth of his heart when he realises Iwaizumi’s shoes have vanished without a trace.

“Omi?”

She’s waiting for him, slipping warm arms around his waist, tangling her fingers in his curls, ignoring his complaints about letting himself wash his hands first.

‘Am I silly for missing you, even though it’s only been an hour?’

He refuses to be distracted by the affection in her voice.

‘But what about Iwaizumi?’ he frowns, hesitation still poisoning the well of thoughts in his mind.

Perhaps it’s a testament to how well they’ve grown to know each other that she doesn’t need to read the silent subtext of his statement. She smiles, bringing his palm flat against her chest, does not answer until his pulse matches the steady beat of her heart.

‘I love you , Omi’, she tells him. Her heartbeat does not quicken, her smile does not waver. ‘You told me not to long ago to always be upfront with you about what I want so I’m going to be honest with you now - Iwaizumi is only ever going to be my past, and I want you from now on’.

If her heart were a compass, the steady beat of her heart tells him, it would point only towards him.

‘That is – if you’ll have me’, she adds, a shadow of doubt suddenly appearing on her face.

‘Don’t be ridiculous’, he scoffs, burying his nose to breathe in the familiar scent of vanilla in her hair. ‘Who else would I rather have than you?’

Who else would he be lucky enough to call his home – a woman with a heart large enough to fit a whole ocean within its depths, with kindness in her eyes and mirth in her smiles.

She laughs in spite of the salt in her throat and water in her eyes, leaning on her toes in a vain attempt to reach his face. He lifts her into her arms, laughs when she squeals indignantly as her feet only find air, toppling them both onto the couch where he can seat her between his legs, press kisses to her cheeks.

She’ll tell him later that Iwaizumi came looking for her because he’s never outgrown his overprotective streak, and he’s truly happy for her - for them, because they’ve both moved on with their separate lives. And she ended up agreeing to attend his and Oikawa’s wedding on one condition – that an invitation is extended to him, Sakusa Kiyoomi, to attend with her as his date.

He’ll tell her later that he’s happy to attend the wedding with her, just not to expect him to smile in any wedding pictures. And more importantly, he’ll tell her in his plain way that the list of expectations he has of their relationship has expanded yet again.

He’ll lay out his dreams of a pair of matching golden rings to bind them to lifelong companionship, of hellspawn of their own and a dog, maybe two.

He’ll ask her if it’s too much for him to ask of her.

She’ll tell him that she’s willing to give him everything he asks for and more.

It’s Miya Shino’s ninth birthday party.

He’s retired from volleyball proper, and is thankful he insisted on getting a business degree from Chuo University before going pro, because it comes in handy working alongside Kuroo Tetsuro at the volleyball association.

Miya Atsumu insists on inviting him to the party, though he supposes he’s invited not by virtue of being a former teammate, but because he’s also Shino’s uncle by marriage now. The thought that he’s related to Miya Atsumu, however distant and most definitely not by blood, still fills him with dread.

The birthday girl is a little less imbued with her father’s chaotic energy this time, though she still squeals when her birthday cake is unveiled – though to be fair it’s less a cake, more a tower of cupcakes with cream cheese frosting spelling out her name.

‘Thank you Auntie!’ Shino cries, flinging her arms around her. Kiyoomi flinches at the sight of anyone, even his nine year old niece, coming in close contact with his extremely pregnant wife, but a sharp glare from her subdues any complaint he dares to make.

He fusses over her the minute he has the chance to corral her away from the clutches of Miya Shino. ‘Are your feet hurting? What about your back? I don’t know why you insist on walking so much when you know the doctor said you should be on bed rest soon’.

‘Stop fussing, Omi! The baby and I will be fine’, she replies, exasperated. ‘This is the last social event scheduled before I pop and I’m determined to enjoy it while I can.’ Then she scuttles off faster than he imagines her frame allows, leaving him floundering in her wake.

‘Just let her be’, Miya Atsumu laughs, slapping his back. Kiyoomi is on the verge of pointing out - pot, meet kettle, reminding Atsumu that the last time Kaiyo was pregnant, Atsumu didn’t stop fretting until she went into labour and delivered a healthy baby boy. But then he remembers the grief etched into Atsumu’s face when Kaiyo miscarried in the stands during a game, so he holds his tongue and rolls his eyes instead.

‘I’m just worried she’s pushing herself too hard’, he admits in a rare bout of vulnerability.

Atsumu smiles, genuine for once. ‘Those crazy women, eh? They’re always gonna drive us up the wall, but they’re worth every minute of it.’

He looks at her, belly swollen with their first child, peach blossoms blooming in her cheeks. His past self would never imagine that he’d find this much joy and contentment in being a husband and a father, but then again his past self was satisfied coming home alone day after day to a cold apartment. He knows better now - life is so better when he has her, sharing stories of their day of over steaming mugs of tea at their kitchen countertop, listening to her hum as she bakes treats for the weekend, warmth and laughter and love abound in their cosy apartment for two, soon to be three.

So feeling vaguely drunk though he hasn’t had a drop of alcohol in the months since she whispered during their anniversary dinner that they were expecting, Kiyoomi laughs aloud.

Atsumu lifts his eyebrows in surprise.

‘She really, really is’, Kiyoomi says, breaking into an unguarded smile.

If you wanna know more about the backstory of the reader - check out The Astrophile, and if you wanna know more about Miya Atsumu’s relationship with his wife, check out Storm Chaser.

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