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[Baldur’s Gate III] Hell to Pay, Ch. 28

Illustration (and art further down in this chapter!) by @raphaels-little-beast

Title: Hell to Pay Summary: Assassinating an archdevil is a daunting task, even for the heroes of Baldur’s Gate. Some inside help from ‘the devil they know’ would be good, if not for the detail their last meeting ended with said devil dead in his own home. Or did it? Characters: Raphael, the Dark Urge, Astarion, Haarlep, Halsin, Karlach, Wyll. Rating: E Status: In progress

All chapters will be tagged as ‘hell to pay’ on my blog.

Also on Ao3.

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PSA: the party will now be taking a short break from wreaking havoc in the Hells to *checks notes* fuck like feral rabbits.

***

Raphael would have been lying if he’d denied that there was something about Karlach’s catharsis that felt uncomfortably familiar. 

However, he didn’t need to lie; he only had to keep his mouth shut and watch from a few paces away until the sobs subsided to sniffles and the embrace was loosened. Each of their companions stepped back and looked over one another to gauge their wounds. 

Ravengard, however, did not step back right away. He still grasped her hand, and he grinned, pointing at his broken left horn. “Now we match,” he said, sounding ridiculously delighted for someone whose face was still covered in blood. It turned Karlach’s sniffle into a laugh. 

“The one-horned wonders,” she muttered, wiping her face. “Oh gods, it’s not fair, you still look stupid hands-- gah!” She trailed off with a cry when a huge, golden trunk grabbed her and yanked her up. “Hey now--”

“Thank you! Oh, thank you!” Lulu exclaimed, pulling her against her forehead in what Raphael supposed was the closest to an embrace she could give in that form. “I’ll never, ever forget what you did!”

“What I didn’t do, more like.” Karlach patted her head, if somewhat awkwardly. “If you could now, um, put me down…?”

As she did, Halsin seemed satisfied that neither Durge nor Astarion had injuries so grave potions couldn’t take care of them, and looked over at Zariel. She’d remained on one knee for a good while, and was only now rising, placing the sword on her back. 

“So, uh, Zariel. What are you going to do now?”

The solar that had been the archduke of Avernus until minutes earlier bowed her head. “I begin to right what wrongs I can right. Yael is at peace, but the souls of the other Hellriders who fought by my side languish in Avernus - in a crypt, or worse. They deserve their rest, at long last. I shall see to it, before I leave this place for good. But first, I can take you to the Material Plane, if you wish me to,” she added, causing something a lot like dread to settle in Raphael’s stomach. If they were to go back on their word, it was going to be now.  

“I can’t go back until this tin can is fixed,” Karlach replied, rather sharply, just in case she forgot who  had put an infernal engine in her chest. “Then I guess I’ll enjoy a few days out at the Gate before…” a pause, a sigh, and she turned to look at Raphael. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. “Before we go all the way to Cania for the asshole over there, I guess,” she added, sounding all the world like she’d have vastly preferred pulling out her own teeth.

Zariel was quiet for a moment before turning to him. Once again, it seemed the blindfold was not impeding her sight at all, and Raphael swallowed. Perhaps she would not know who he truly was - he had met her few times, and never while wearing his human for--

“Child of Mephisto,” she spoke, immediately dashing that hope. “All of the Hells think you dead, or enslaved to your sire’s will in Mephistar. I see now that he only holds half of you.”

“Not for long,” Durge spoke, a cold note to their voice as well, as though challenging Zariel to object. She did not; she only paused a few long moments before speaking again. 

“I have no intention nor right to question your judgment. But if you’re to reach Cania, there will be more battles to be fought. Allow me to be of help.” Zariel reached back for her sword, and lifted it. It glowed brighter, and there was a surge of something Raphael could not quite place, leaving him breathless for a moment. Going by the collective intake of breath that followed, he wasn’t the only one to feel that. Zariel sheathed the sword, and smiled. “From this moment on, no matter what horrors you may face - you shall never be frightened.”

“That’s… not bad,” Karlach muttered, and cleared her throat. “Now, I hope you don’t take it personally, but I’d really like to never see you again.”

Zariel turned back, and bowed her head. “I understand. But should you find yourself in desperate need, know that my sword is yours.” She plucked a golden feather from her wing, and held it out. It hovered in mid-air for a moment before falling, slowly, into Karlach’s hands. “Hold this, call my name, and I shall come to your aid.”

“Both of us!” Lulu piped in.

While not particularly enthusiastic about keeping any sort of memento of Zariel, angelic or otherwise, Karlach obviously saw sense in it, and nodded. She took the shimmering feather, and passed it over to Ravengard before she cleared her throat. “All right. So-- good luck. I guess.”

“Good luck to you as well. May your journey be swift, and your blade strike true. May you have all the happiness I have denied you far too long, to my eternal shame.” One last bow of her head and Zariel took flight with a beat of powerful wings - heading, Raphael was rather sure, towards the Crypt of the Hellriders. Before taking wing after her, the mastodon turned one last time.

“Thank you, for everything. And good luck!” she called out, and that was it. Soon too she was gone, in a beat of gigantic wings and a burst of light. Rather relieved to have no more celestial creatures in close proximity, Raphael let out a long breath. 

Right on cue, Haarlep reappeared from their little trip to the Ethereal plane they had taken to avoid finding out how a celestial would react to their presence. They were still wearing the likeness of the bone devil they had thrown in the Styx. “Hello again. Is she gone?”

“Yes, thank fuck.” Karlach let out a long sigh. “All right, I’ve had it with this place. Let’s find Mizora, get the damn schematics for my new engine, and then fuck off to Bel’s place--”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Mizora’s voice rang out suddenly, causing them all to turn and Astarion to raise an eyebrow. 

“And where have you been cowering?” he asked, only to be entirely ignored. She ignored all of them for a moment, really: she only looked in the direction Zariel had flown off to, her expression unreadable… or almost. Raphael had made a living of being able to read people well, after all. The press of her lips and the almost imperceptible way she bowed her head did not go unnoticed. Then the moment was gone, and she turned back. 

Karlach scowled. “Not necessary? I swear to the gods, I brought down an archdevil and I’m fucking ready to kill you right now. If this is one of your tricks--”

Mizora snapped her fingers and something appeared in a burst of flames - not a contract, so Raphael supposed it had to be the promised schematics for an improved infernal engine. She snapped her fingers again, causing the schematics to disappear and reappear in Wyll’s hands. “No tricks - here’s what you were promised. What I mean to say is, you won’t need to go back to the Forge to see Bel.” A tilt of her head and Raphael saw it - a legion of erinyes flying in formation towards them, followed by what looked like a streak of fire across the sky. 

Zariel was archdevil no more, and Bel had already come to take back the throne of Avernus.

***

“Three days! Did he really say three days?”

“That he did. Three days, and you’ll have a heart that can function on any Plane.”

“It doesn’t feel real.”

“But it is. And we’ll go watch that sunset at the harbor first thing.”

It was difficult to tell whose smile was wider, if Karlach’s or Wyll’s. They were infectious enough that Durge smiled, too, leaning back against the wall. Eager as they were to breathe fresh air again, three more days as guests in the Flying Fortress - Bel’s Flying Fortress - were a small price to pay to ensure Karlach, too, could leave the Hells. For a time. 

Before we go all the way to Cania for the asshole over there, as she’d put it. It had not been too surprising - she knew Durge intended to follow through with their promise, and they knew she would never not follow to help - but even so… the gods knew, they both had had enough for the Hells to last them several lifetimes. “... If you wish to remain at the Gate, I’ll understand,” they finally spoke, causing both of them to pause and turn. They shrugged. “It was not you to promise to help Raphael recover the other half of his soul. And after that happened here, I’m pretty sure word that he’s still alive will reach Mephistopheles soon, if it hasn’t already. It won’t make the mission any easier, and you have only now gotten the chance--”

“Oh no, stop right there,” Karlach cut them off. “I’m not sending you to Cania alone.”

“Don’t Halsin and I count?” Astarion sighed. “Why, I’m wounded.”

“Ugh, you know what I mean. Listen, I still think it’s a bad idea. Devils are a bad idea, you saw exactly why when you met Flo. But something being a bad idea has never stopped you, and--” a pause, a sigh. She reached up to rub her forehead. “You have no idea how much it pisses me off to admit it, but we’d all be dead if the fucker hadn’t stepped in to silence Zariel when he did. I owe him, I hate it, and I’m going to even the score.”

Astarion laughed. “Sounds to me like you actually want to help him out,” he taunted, gaining himself a roll of her eyes. 

“Ugh. Look, if he tries to fuck us over, or fuck Hope over, I’m killing him where he stands. Sounds fair to you?”

Durge’s lips twitched in a smile. “Of course.”

“Great. So, yeah, I’m coming to Cania. Wyll?”

Wyll laughed. “As though I’d let you do this without me!” He nodded at Durge. “It was for my sake that this happened. You gave your word to help me complete my mission. He held his half of the bargain, and I will hold mine. Give us a couple of days at the Gate, to restock and rest before we head to the Devil’s Fee. Then, the Blade of Avernus is yours.”

Ah, yes - the Blade of Avernus. There had been a moment when Durge had almost hoped he’d no longer need to be - or at least, not under Mizora’s control. His contract bound him to Zariel, after all, so it stood to reason to think it may be null and void… but as he still had his powers, that did not seem to be the case.

“It seems likely that the contract itself states the soul is bound to the ruler of Avernus, rather than to Zariel specifically,” Raphael had said when consulted. “That being the case, the soul is now bound to Mizora’s new master - Bel. Unfortunately, reasonable as he may be, he is not known for letting souls he owns go out of the kindness of his heart.”

“... I see. And is there anything that may be done about it? You and Bel are in good terms,” Durge had asked, and Raphael had seemed to think it over for a few moments before he slowly nodded. 

“Once I have any bargaining power again,” he’d finally said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Durge had thanked him, and there had been a brief silence. Quite the uncomfortable one, really, and for a moment it had almost felt like a tangible thing, everything yet unspoken between them. For a moment, they had almost reached out for him… and then Raphael was stepping back, muttering something about getting some rest and disappearing towards the room he shared with Haarlep. 

“Oh gods, you’re terrible at this kind of thing,” Astarion had sighed once Raphael was gone. “Where would you be if I hadn’t had enough initiative for both of us?”

“Dead, probably,” they’d replied, and Astarion had laughed. 

“Ah, my precious little bhaal babe,” he’d muttered. “It seems you need more help than I thought.”

“Define help.”

“And ruin the surprise? Never.” Astarion had smirked, and that had been it.

For now.

***

By the time he paused before the door of the room he shared with Haarlep, Raphael was seriously considering whether he should use a Modify Memory spell. On Haarlep, on Durge, on himself - any option seemed less daunting than actually addressing the elephant in the room with… well, either of them.

He could delay the discussion with Durge, at least, because no words had been spoken - only that embrace - and he still had plausible deniability. Not so much with Haarlep, because they had spoken those words. And while Raphael treasured the power that came with knowledge, it also had its drawbacks. One in particular: what is learned cannot be unlearned. 

Unless he modified his own memory, which seemed a more and more tempting option by the minute. Not doing so before pushing the door open took a supreme effort of will. 

“... Haarlep. I believe there are some matters we ought to discuss.”

Lounging on the bed wearing Raphael’s form, Haarlep looked at him as though he’d too sprouted golden wings, then rolled their eyes and sighed rather dramatically. Too dramatically. They did that often, and Raphael had learned not to remark on that. If he did, Haarlep would respond with some nonsense on how he of all devils was not allowed to accuse anybody else of being too dramatic. He couldn’t imagine what they meant by that.

“Ah, I don’t like discussing,” they muttered. Then they paused, and grinned before they stood and closed the distance between them with a few steps. “Oh! I see. You’re about to apologize for being so rude the other day.”

“What-- no, I--”

“Well then, do go on,” Haarlep sing-sang, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. They leaned closer and dropped their glamor to take their own form, red eyes bearing into his. Their hand slid to cup his chin, a smile curling the corners of their lips. “Apologize.”

Raphael opened his mouth to say he was under no circumstances apologizing - he may thank them for coming to his aid, but he had reasons to behave as he did and he had nothing to apologize fo--

“On your knees, pet.”

The most powerful spells ever devised by any mage who ever lived, Raphael found, did not compare to the power Haarlep wielded when they spoke those words. Sometimes - not often, truth be told - he could resist it. This was one such time. 

“No,” he muttered, and stepped back. There were matters they had to discuss, and discuss them they would. So he raised his hands, and spoke quietly. “Ad veritatem.”

The Zone of Truth spell took hold, causing the air around them to shimmer for a moment. Haarlep blinked, and chuckled. “Ah, this one. You know I have pretty good chances of resisting it, don’t you?”

Raphael was aware, of course. He’d tried to use it on Durge early on, on their way to the Gate, when still trying to gauge their intentions; they had answered nothing, and stepped out of the spell’s radius muttering that their word was all he would be getting for the time being. It felt like such a long time ago, now. 

“... I know. But I will know it if you do. And that will be an answer in itself.”

Haarlep stared at him for a few moments. Raphael felt it, a resistance… and then, all at once, that resistance was gone. Haarlep had their chance to close their mind to the truth spell, and had forfeited it. They sighed. “Very well, my little brat, if this is the kind of foreplay you want. But we’re both going to play this game.”

“Fair eno--”

“Why did you not want me to come with you to the Flying Fortress?”

Much like Haarlep, Raphael could have resisted the pull of his own spell - or tried to. But he made no such attempt. Frankly, he suspected he’d made it so obvious, it was a small wonder Haarlep had even felt like they needed to ask. “I was scared. You almost died before my eyes - twice. And a devil slain in Baator is gone for good.”

A grin. “Oooh, and you didn’t want that to happen? How--”

“Do you even need to ask, you dolt? ” 

“... I was about to say ‘how sweet’, but I’ll take that back now.”

Raphael huffed, crossing his arms. “As you should,” he muttered, and looked away. It was his turn to ask, yet the words remained stuck in the back of his throat. He cleared it as though that would dislodge them. “What you said-- before the others arrived-- was that true?”

“That you’re the best lover I ever had? Well, no. But you are in the top ten hundr--”

“Haarlep!”

A chuckle, but it was over quickly, leaving behind a curiously serious expression. “If you want a plain answer, it may be best to ask plainly.” Haarlep walked up to him again, grasped his chin, and pressed their mouth on his. It got a surprised noise out of Raphael, but no attempt at pulling back. He parted his lips on instinct, letting their tongue in; by the time the incubus pulled back, their saliva was already taking effect. Raphael looked up, breathing faster, already feeling warmer and weak at the knees, heat starting to pool in his loins. “There,” Haarlep murmured against his lips. “Now that your tongue is loosened, try aga--”

“Do you love me?” 

The question left him with little thought in a breathless gasp before he could think better of it, before he could even feel embarrassed by how needy he had to sound. Haarlep couldn’t possibly be surprised by the question, but didn’t reply right away. They were not, he could tell, trying to resist the spell. Rather, they seemed to be steeling themself to hear the truth come from from their own lips, as though they were not certain what it would be. 

“Yes.” The word seemed to linger in the air, causing something to clench in Raphael’s chest. All of a sudden he felt everything more keely - their touch and the closeness and the warmth that came with arousal, the pulse of his heart somewhere in his throat. Haarlep blinked, and spoke it again, as though to taste it. “Yes. That’s… that’s it, then?” Another pause and, suddenly, a laugh. “Hah! Yes, I figured that had to be it.”

“You-- figured-- ?”

A chuckle, only inches from his lips. “Oh, cut me some slack, my little archduke. How was I supposed to know it for sure ? We’re not exactly made for this sort of quirks. You with your human blood, perhaps, but me? Not so much. Yet it was the only explanation that made sense, and I thought we were about to die, so I gave you my best guess. Perhaps I am so good at pretense, I could make it true. Why else would I have come back for you when you’d been such an apocalyptic prick?”

“I was not--”

“Oh you were. I cannot lie, remember?”

“It doesn't mean you cannot be wron-- mph!”

Another kiss, deep, and this time Raphael’s knees did fold. Haarlep caught him easily, though, and next thing he knew he was pressed down on the bed, a hand running down his chest, fingers undoing his buttons one by one with practiced ease. When they pulled back to let him take the blazer off, Haarlep had that oddly serious expression again.

“... Do you think this will end, once you’re no longer human?”

They did not specify what this was. They did not ask him the same question he’d asked them. Why would they? They both knew he did. Raphael suspected something had been there for a very long time, stifled by--

you ought to forget all about that hope, for your own good don't let it show again -- his fiendish nature. The true question was, would it be stifled again once he was whole once more? Until just the previous day, he would have been certain of it, or nearly certain. But if Haarlep - a full fiend - could, then…

Raphael swallowed and looked up. Haarlep’s eyes, their true eyes, were fixed on his. Their hair fell down around him like a fiery curtain, hiding everything from sight but that face he’d neglected to look at for so long, too taken by his own. Look at yourself, they’d said after taking his form for the first time, so many centuries ago. Just perfect, aren’t you?

But of course, that had been a lie, or else he wouldn’t be there. Raphael chased the thought away, and spoke in a whisper. “I don’t know. It might.”

It was a dangerous thing to yearn for, in the Hells. He knew that. But he yearned all the same; he found that indeed, he’d yearned all along. Haarlep hummed, and turned to press their lips against his temple. “Would be a shame, that, so let us hope not. But just in case, let us enjoy it while it lasts.” Their mouth found his and Raphael groaned into the kiss. He felt Haarlep smile. “It would be nice to ask that beautiful dragonborn to join, one of these days,” they said, and it got a shudder out of Raphael before he could try to control his reactions. 

“I-- What are you--”

“Oh, don’t be shy now. You were never shy about your wants. You want them, and they want you. And desires should not be denied.” Their tongue traced a  line of fire up his neck, and their lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “Did they tell you what they said when they asked me to take your form?”

Raphael groaned. His face burned in ways it rarely ever did even for far more depraved words, far more depraved acts. “Haarlep–”

“They said they'd dreamed of bedding you. Undiluted and raw, were their exact words.”

Raphael's attempt at a protest faded away in an undignified whine. He shivered, painfully hard. “Haarlep…!”

A chuckle. “Oh, I do love to hear my name. You're so pent up, you poor thing.” They tugged at his shirt with their teeth. “Take this off, my little brat, and think of nothing but pleasure.”

Raphael obeyed, as always, desperate to be rid of every scrap of fabric and feel that warm, warm skin against his own. He lifted himself just enough to pull off the unbuttoned shirt, and he was about to throw it aside when he felt something small fall out of the breast pocket and onto his stomach. He knew what it was before he even picked it up - the golden ring with the light blue stones, humming faintly with magic. He stared at it a moment before turning his gaze back to Haarlep’s face. 

“You shouldn’t have left the ring behind. It’s… useful.”

“Useful, mh? I guess it is. And I guess that if you’re inclined to hand it over, I’ll take it back.”

He was, and they did. Raphael pressed it against their palm, watched them slip it back at their finger and smile. “Apology accepted,” they said, causing him to frown.

“That was not meant as an apo-” Raphael began, only to pause when he felt a pull - the truth spell stopping him from finishing the sentence. He could try to overcome it, perhaps, but what was the point? He’d trailed off, and Haarlep knew. He could see it in the way their smile widened before they took his shirt and cast it aside themself. 

Then a hand gripped his hair and forced his head back, tearing a moan from his throat, while the other trailed down, reaching to unlace uncomfortably tight trousers and pull them down. 

“Mine,” Haarlep all but growled against his throat, taking a hold of his cock. Raphael was unable to hold back a groan, unable to suppress the shudder that ran up his spine. He reached up to hold onto their shoulders, parted his legs to the touch, tried to cant his hips for more and more and more.

“Yes,” he breathed, and realized the truth of it only as it left his lips.

***

“The stars! Oh, I missed the stars so much!”

There weren’t many stars visible in the sky yet, truth be told, with the sun having just settled, but it clearly did nothing to dampen Karlach’s enthusiasm. And why should it? She was out of the Hells again, with an engine in her chest that wouldn’t burn itself, and her, out. She was free at long last.

And the first thing she’d insisted on was a date - a proper one, she’d said, with no monsters, weapons or shrieking devils. Just the two of them, dinner, some wine to wash down the food. Such a simple thing, and the fact it seemed such a novelty to her made something in Wyll’s chest ache. So he’d said yes, of course.

She could have suggested robbing the Counting House together, and he’d still have said yes.

The others had remained camping close to where they’d been left by Mizora and a couple more of Bel’s servants, all cambions with the rather convenient ability to planeshift. They’d found themselves in a clearing in the woods right outside Rivington, a stone’s throw from the Gate but hidden enough to avoid being spotted. 

“Best be careful after what happened, Raphael,” Mizora had said with a smile that seemed half-mocking, half pitying. “What happened in Avernus caused quite the stir, and your dear daddy has eyes everywhere. He knows you live by now, surely. I’d stake my-- well, I’d stake Wyll’s soul on it. It’s only a matter of time before he sends someone after you.”

“Duly noted,” Raphael had muttered, and that had been it. She’d left, leaving them to finally breathe fresh air again, and Karlach to immediately start laughing and dancing. She hadn’t stopped since, really. As they made their way to the Singing Lute - “They have the best grilled rothé ribs you’ll ever try! I mean, hope they still do, if it’s still standing” - her every step was a little dance. It made Wyll smile widely enough that his cheeks almost ached. 

She’d dragged him into a small dance at one point, and he’d been acutely aware of the clinking in his pocket, where he held several rings. He’d narrowed it down to five or six he thought she’d like, but he struggled to really pick one. So he’d leave it up to chance: he’d reach in and just grab one in the moment. 

As it turned out, the Singing Lute was indeed still standing and so was Henk - or was it Honk? - who was gruff as always. He took their order of rothé ribs and wine with a grunt, and left them alone on the terrace overlooking the harbor. It was good to see it busy as ever, good to see ships coming in to unload timber and bricks, and all sorts of other materials to build back the city. Less than a year since so much of it had been torn to the ground or heavily damaged, it was remarkable to see how quick the rebuilding was. 

There was still plenty left to do, but Wyll was certain his father had it in hand. 

He must be still busy. I’ll visit him, once it’s all over. So he can meet her-- properly. If she says yes. Oh gods please say yes.

“Ah, this is good. The food and the company.” Karlach let out a long sigh, leaning back against the chair, and looked over. The smile was almost dreamy, now. “It’s so good to be here. It’s so good to be alive,” murmured, and Wyll smiled back.

The meal had been good and the wine even better, but if asked now he’d hardly remember what either had tasted like. He reached into his pocket. “I love the view most of all.”

“Oh yeah, it looks good.” Karlach turned to glance out of the balcony. “I bet the city will be like new next time we’re back.”

“What-- ah. Yes, the city. That, too. But I was not-- talking about--” Wyll cleared his throat, and went to grab his glass to down some more wine before he spoke again. He didn’t get to, though, because Karlach turned to look at him, blinked, and suddenly just grinned. 

“Ooooh, I see. The sight’s not half bad from here either. Hello, hot stuff.”

The wine promptly went down the wrong way.

Wyll instinctively raised a hand to his mouth when he coughed. The hand he’d been keeping his pocket. With the rings. It was safe to say that spilling a handful of rings on the floor while leaning forward to hack and cough was not how he’d imagined the proposal. 

“Ack-- ugh-- my apologies, I…” Wyll coughed again, and immediately crouched to pick the rings up. When he dared glance up again he saw Karlach was staring down at him, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. The new engine didn’t make her come alight with fire when worked up or flustered, but there was still a faint glow within her. It was hard - impossible, really - not to pause and stare in wonder. Which was exactly what he did, for several long moments, until her expression went from stunned to vaguely concerned.

“Wyll? Are you--”

“Yes-- yes, I’m fine. Sorry, I…” He paused, and cleared his throat. Maybe it was time to calm himself and start over. He looked up again to meet her gaze. “Karlach, you are the most incredible woman - the most incredible soul I have had the privilege to meet. More than half a year in the Hells never once felt like punishment as long as I was by your side. Playing a part in freeing you from Avernus will forever be my proudest moment. I know--” a pause, a long breath, and he held up his hands to present the rings. All of them.

“You are free from Avernus, while my soul remains chained to Mizora. I am marked by the Hells even as I walk this Plane, and if you wish to be done with all that - I’ll understand. But I need you to know that I love you, and that spending the rest of my life with you would make me the happiest soul in all the Realms. Karlach, would you--”

“ Yes! I mean-- fuck, I didn’t mean to yell, I-- yes! Of course! What kind of idiot  wouldn’t-- oh gods this is happening. Oh gods.” Karlach made a noise that could have been a groan, a laugh, a sob, or all of it at once. Before Wyll could add anything else she was kneeling on the floorboards, in the wine he’d spilled, and pulling him into a kiss, deep and warm and hungry. 

By the time she pulled back, Wyll’s face was hotter than Avernus. He was also reasonably certain he had the most idiotic smile on his face, and he found he couldn’t care less.

“Hey! You two! What are you doing on my floo--”

“Fuck off, Henk,” Karlach replied, and kissed Wyll again before she laughed, resting her forehead against his. “Oh gods. I think the old tin can would have exploded just now,” she chuckled, and glanced down at his hands. “... What’s with all the rings?”

“I couldn’t pick,” Wyll admitted. “Just narrowed it down. I have twenty more in my bag.”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“The others kept giving me all the rings they found,” he admitted, and looked down. One of the rings caught his eye - one with a ruby set in a gold band. He picked it, and held it up. “This one, perhaps?” he asked, and slipped it on her finger. Karlach grinned, eyes fixed on his face.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re not even looking at--”

Another kiss, deep, and when Wyll’s head spun a little he knew it wasn’t the wine. Before he knew it Karlach was looking past him, and calling out. “Henk! Is the room upstairs free?”

“Mph. If you pay upfront--”

A coin pouch promptly hit him in the face. If it caused him any pain, it didn’t show. He just caught it before it fell, felt its weight, and grunted again. “Knock yourselves out.”

“Oh, we’re gonna,” Karlach muttered, only to pause a moment, and blink. “I mean-- if that’s alright with you? Unless you want to, uh, tie the knot first, or what it is gran dukes’ kids do--”

Not bloody likely, that. He was a romantic at heart, old school perhaps, but he felt that proposing made them committed enough to go upstairs. So he shook his head, heart beating somewhere in his throat. “Gods, no. I think we’ve waited long enough,” he managed.

He was neither surprised nor displeased when Karlach picked him up and carried him inside.

***

It took Durge a frankly annoying amount of time to realize they’d been tricked. 

“I believe I’ll go hunt for some blood in the woods - I bet even a boar’s will taste like fine vintage compared to an abyssal chicken’s,” Astarion had said, and honestly, it made sense. No reason for him to sit around hungry while they ate their supper; he may as well go feed and rejoin them later. 

In retrospect, Durge should have probably noticed his smile was just a touch too wide. 

Halsin choosing to go take a walk into the woods surrounding their camp soon after was not unexpected either. After entire weeks in the Hells, he needed at least a few days and nights surrounded by nature. He hadn’t complained during their journey, but he’d suffered from it - Durge could tell. When he put away his bowl and stood, saying he would spend the night in the woods to reconnect with nature, Durge thought nothing of it. 

What did come as a surprise was Halsin turning to Haarlep - now in the guise of an especially good-looking tiefling - and smiling. “You did say you were interested in connecting with nature, too, didn’t you?”

“... Did they?” Raphael asked, obviously baffled himself, looking up from the lyre he was tuning. From their part, Haarlep grinned, and stood. 

“Oh yes. I’d love to learn all about nature,” they crooned, sultry as they come.

Raphael frowned. “Since wh-- Haarlep! ”

That gained him another grin as Haarlep turned, just while Halsin disappeared in the woods. “Is something the matter, my pet? Come now, you have seen the druid. No one in their right mind would say no to that. You wouldn’t deny your favorite incubus such a gift, would you?”

A scoff. “By all means, entertain yourself. But you’d do well to control yourself and remember that Halsin is an ally. ”

“Oh, don’t worry, my little brat. I’ll behave, take neither form nor soul, and be back in your arms come morning. I’ll only get a little bit of enjoyment. Undiluted and raw, of course.”

Ah.

Realization of just how easily they’d been played hit Durge the same moment embarrassment did, as they saw Raphael nearly drop the lyre with a choking sound.

He knows, they thought, and as Haarlep disappeared into the thick forest they considered their options. They could run into the woods to never be seen again; run towards Baldur’s Gate and try to drink themself into another amnesia; guzzle down a potion of invisibility and pretend they were not there; sit in extremely awkward silence; or actually say something. 

In the end, they cleared their throat and did try to say something. 

“Huh,” they said. Not a promising start. Sitting right by them next to the campfire Raphael was not speaking either, which was more than a touch concerning. He was rubbing his forehead the way one does when a massive headache is on the way; Durge would know something of those.

“I should have flayed them when I had the chance,” he growled, but there was no bite to his words. He was not looking up from the lyre; when he went back to tuning it the act would have almost been believable, if not for the fact they’d seen him tune that one string already.

Durge cleared their throat. “I don’t believe I have apologized for… well. I suppose that killing you rather made it irrelevant on hindsight, but I assure you I had no idea you would feel that when Haarlep and I--”

“We are under no obligation whatsoever to talk about it,” Raphael cut him off, putting the lyre down and turning to glare at them. It was the perfect if-looks-could-kill kind of glare, just a little undermined by how reddened his face was. Not  the crimson color it would have in his fiendish form, but deep enough to be easily discernible in the light of the campfire. “I hardly even recall that happening. It must have been quite the forgettable experience,” he spat.

Durge snorted, the embarrassment fading into amusement. Oh, the audacity of that--

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad for what I said about finishing you.”

It seemed to take Raphael quite an effort of will to throw the piece of wood he’d picked up into the fire and not directly at their head. “Puerile as the jab was, it’s hardly worth wasting breath to discuss it,” he ground out. “Haarlep has your form, since you so clearly could not resist mine. If I’d wanted to sample it, I only had to--”

“Haarlep said you were plenty interested.”

“Haarlep should learn the value of keeping one’s mouth shut.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, you’re excused.”

For a being who relished being in control, someone who fancied himself as the ultimate puppet master, Raphael made it remarkably easy to get under his skin. It was almost fascinating to watch how quickly anger flared up, breaking through the self-assured, smug exterior. From what little Durge had heard of Mephistopheles, he was much the same. Infinitely older than his son, more powerful, but still ultimately a creature of passions and fire locked beneath the mask of the Cold Lord.

Raphael makes mistakes when he’s angry, Hope had said, and she’d been right. He certainly made a mistake now, lifting himself on his knees and grasping the front of Durge’s shirt. 

“You contemptuous creature! Do you forget who I am, what I am!”

This time, Durge laughed, low in their throat. Their hand reached up to grasp Raphael’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. They felt his shuddering gasp more than they heard it. “No. And you did not forget who and what I am either, I am sure. Although neither of us is what we were. You are a mortal, I am bhaalspawn no longer. What that means is for us to decide.” They leaned closer, all embarrassment gone, and almost grinned openly when Raphael shivered. “If you have a point to make, make it now .”

For a moment, Raphael said nothing. He just stared, skin flushed and eyes wide, features frozen in anger, surprise, and obvious arousal. He recovered quickly enough, but there was the slightest tremor to his voice when he spoke again. He didn’t sound as indignant and he probably meant to. “I shall not lie back and take your insults.”

“No, I suspect insults are not what you’re expected to take now.”

It was admittedly a poorly thought-out jest, and Raphael’s dismayed groan was entirely warranted. But he did not pull away, did not push Durge back; the grip on their shirt tightened and while subtle, the pull towards him was there. So Durge smiled, tilted his head back by the hair, and brought their mouth to Raphael’s throat.

The groan that followed was not one of dismay. Raphael shuddered in their grasp when they let their teeth rake lightly across skin, pressed their tongue against the pulse point in his throat. He smelled good - no hint of cherry beneath the lingering sulfur, but he must have gotten his hands on some kind of cologne, because the scent of musk was definitely there. 

“You smell good,” Durge rasped against his throat. Raphael’s attempt at a reply faded in a whine when they shifted in their sitting position, just enough to bend a knee and press it between Raphael’s thighs. 

They found him hard, and felt him shudder with a moan. Raphael’s hands gripped their shoulders for balance. Durge could feel his heartbeat quickening, the heat rising on his skin. He pressed himself against their knee for a moment before he breathed out and pulled back his hips, just enough to take the pressure off his groin.

“If you intend to have me,” he groaned between clenched teeth, “you may as well take me properly.”

An interesting way to admit he wanted them and that he may very well soil his trousers if that kept up, Durge thought. Haarlep was not wrong - he truly  was a brat.

They found that it worked just fine for them. 

Durge smiled and pulled back to look him in the eye, a hand still cradling the back of his head. He was flushed down to his chest from what they could see through the loosely laced shirt. He was breathing fast, hair tousled. Not the most alluring thing they’d ever seen, but then again he came close enough, and Astarion was a frankly unfair comparison to anybody else.

“Define properly ,” they said, their own voice more than a little breathless. They leaned in to take one of the laces between their teeth and pulled them off, unlacing the shirt almost down to Raphael’s navel. He was flushed there, too, and the skin was oh so warm. They nuzzled against him, and felt his chest shudder into a gasp, felt his hands clutch the back of their neck to pull him close, to keep them there. 

“You know-- perfectly well,” Raphael growled, his voice barely audible through the furious thumping of his heart. Durge chuckled, a rumble in their own chest, and let their fangs graze against a nipple for a moment. It got another shudder out of Raphael, and a delightfully undignified noise.

“Say that I don’t. How do you want it?”

“I want--” Raphael’s voice broke, and the sentence was left unfinished. Or not: it was a complete sentence, and a true one at that. No matter what half of his soul they were dealing with - the human, the fiend, both - Raphael had always wanted and wanted and wanted . So many desires and needs pulling in different directions, yearning for things beyond his reach and for others yet that he told himself were below him, only to realize almost too late that he’d needed them like breathing all along.

Durge understood all of it better than most ever could, and Raphael knew it. 

“I want,” he managed in the end, fingers clutching at the back of their neck. “I want to stop thinking.”

“I know.” Durge shifted, resting their chin on Raphael’s shoulder. A puff of cold breath against the side of his neck, and Raphael shivered. 

“I want you to get these rags off me,” he choked. His grasp on them tightened to a desperate, white-kuckled grip. “I want you to push me down and take me like you own me. I want to know nothing but pleasure. I want you to make me forget my name. ”

That got a shudder out of Durge, who was painfully hard as well in their trousers. They pulled back just enough to look Raphael in the eyes. “If you want me to stop--”

“I won’t.”

“If you do, call me little mouse,” Durge said. The bridge of Raphael’s nose scrunched in annoyance. 

“You’re insufferable.”

“You seem eager to suffer me just fine.”

“I also want you to keep quiet, ” Raphael muttered, and Durge didn’t bother to respond. They always had a dagger at hand, and this time made no exception; within moments they slipped the blade beneath Raphael’s shirt, causing him to wince at the cold steel against his skin. 

Durge growled. “Keep still,” they warned, and sliced upwards, the blade easily tearing through the fabric. The remains of the shirt cast aside, Durge shoved Raphael off them, hard enough to make him fall to the ground with a yelp. 

He tried to sit up, only for Durge���s hand to grasp his throat and keep him down. He met their gaze, and his lips twitched upwards before he leaned back in surrender, canting his hips, presenting the bulge in his trousers.

Durge grinned, and cut them off him without hardly a word. The underwear, too, was sliced off with a flick of their wrist, so precise the sharp blade didn’t nick the skin underneath; cutting his cock off would be counterproductive, even with a druid at hand capable of reattaching severed limbs. 

Gods, Astarion had really risked a lot by sleeping with them when they were still dealing with their Urge. Chuckling at the thought, Durge ran a hand over the exposed skin, delighting in the resulting shiver, the goosebumps their touch raised across it. 

That form may not be as striking as his cambion one, certainly not as well-muscled - although they did rather suspect Haarlep’s glamor of Raphael was a little more flattering, as well as looking younger, than the real deal - but it still was a sight for sore eyes in the firelight. 

“You’re beautiful,” Durge murmured. Their hand trailed back down his chest, down the patch of hair on his stomach and stopping just short of his cock. The tip was already wet with precome. Raphael whined, trying to arch his back, and Durge put a hand down on his hip to keep him down. They gave his erection one slow swipe of their tongue, and chuckled at his cry. “You do realize, I hope, that if you come first I won’t stop fucking you until I’m done?”

The stuttering breath and hungry look that got them from Raphael told them in no uncertain terms that he was aware, that he indeed expected it to happen, and that it was precisely what he wanted. “Then get on with it,” he ordered, not sounding quite as authoritative as he clearly wished to. 

Durge chose not to remark on that, and reached into their bag instead to grab a bottle of grease. When they turned, Raphael was on his elbows and knees on the bedroll, head hanging between his arms, legs spread. 

The sight alone was enough for Durge to almost come undone and truly lose any and all rights to mock Raphael over his own endurance. They had to breathe in deeply, and almost tore their own trousers when unlacing them and pulling them off. They threw their clothing to the side, leaned over Raphael’s bare back, and breathed out. It was no frost breath but they did puff out cold air all the same, and Raphael shivered. 

“Will you get on with--” Durge’s hand closed on the back of his neck and pushed his head down on the bedroll, causing him to trail off with a grunt. Durge smiled. 

“Good boy. Stay down,” they said against his skin, and Raphael’s moan was barely muffled against the bedroll. He did stay down when they pulled back, leaving him completely exposed - and what a sight he was. Durge allowed themself a light bite on a cheek, without breaking skin, before reaching for the grease, coating two fingers in it. 

They’d just pushed one in when Raphael spoke, after a sharp intake of breath. “Don’t bother-- too long with that,” he ground out. He was already trembling, clenching around their finger, hands gripping the blanket. “I can take it.”

Don’t make me come before you’re inside, was what he meant; Durge got that message loud and clear. Still, they raised the ridge that served as their right eyebrow. 

“I think you’ll need some preparation,” they replied. If he wanted some pain they’d be willing to dish it out, but they’d rather avoid injury while their healer was in the forest, teaching an incubus all about nature. “Two fingers. I’ll make it qui--”

“I can take it.”

“I’d rather you let me prepare you.”

“I don’t need to be--” Raphael snapped, or tried to. Because he turned to look back, stared at Durge’s cock - now uncomfortably hard - and fell quiet for a moment. Finally, he cleared his throat and leaned his head down again. “... Two will do, if you insist,” he rasped, in a remarkable attempt at saving face. And two slickened fingers it was, pushing in carefully enough not to injure and roughly enough to make him wince and muffle the occasional groan. 

They found the sweet spot quickly, almost making him cry out with the press of a single finger, but chose not to abuse it now. They really wanted to be inside him when he came undone. A few more minutes, a few more strokes of their fingers, and he was ready. Durge took a few moments to admire their handiwork, the leaking cock and the soft hole. It would be a snug fit. 

Good.

Durge greased themself, wiped their hand on grass, and slapped one of Raphael’s thighs. “Wider,” they growled, and got a scoff in return. 

“Certainly you don’t need a map to find it,” Raphael muttered, but he did part his legs wider, and Durge didn’t reply with words: they just took a bruising hold of his hips, lined up, and buried themself inside in a single, rough thrust. 

“Ah…!”

Raphael’s moan turned into a near cry. He tried to muffle it, but Durge wouldn't have it. They leaned forward, across his back, fucking him deeply with brisk snaps of their hips. He felt good, gods, he really did - snug and hot around them, coming undone beneath them. They nipped at the nape of his neck, teeth sharp enough to draw blood. 

“You don’t get to be quiet after making me do all the work. Go on. You do so love the sound of your voice,” they growled, and lowered their head to bite into the back of Raphael’s shoulder. He cried out, then the cry turned into moans again, coming unbidden to his tongue, echoing above the murmur of the stream, over the soft singing of crickets and the calls of night birds. 

Durge had never enjoyed the sound of his voice more.

Despite the barrage of thrusts, Raphael did not come undone nearly as quickly as their jape had suggested he might, months ago. Perhaps the fact they were no incubus and certainly not one wearing his form during the act had something to do with it. 

Durge paused their thrusts a moment and tilted their hips before licking the blood from the back of Raphael’s shoulder and reaching around him, to take a hold of his cock. Raphael groaned, shivering, trying to push back against them. Durge squeezed, and spoke only two words. 

“Good boy.”

A strangled moan turned into a near cry, and that was it. Raphael shuddered and came across their fingers, onto the bedroll below that would definitely need to be washed. True to their word, Durge kept moving, picking up the pace, fucking him through his orgasm and well after that. Within minutes Raphael was a panting heap below them, skin glistening with sweat, moaning and whimpering and damn near weeping into the bedroll. Durge could hear nothing but that, their own thundering heartbeat, the slick noises they made when thrusting hard and fast, holding Raphael’s hips up while he lay bonelessly in their grasp.

It was no surprise, then, that they failed to hear Astarion approaching.

“Ah, you’re not done yet? I was under the impression it would be much quicker. I should have gone to see what Halsin and Haarlep are at.” 

Durge blinked and stilled, startled. Astarion was a few steps away, a few spots of blood on his shirt and clearly sated by his evening meal. Raphael didn’t seem to care for the interruption, because he groaned and clenched around Durge, causing them to hiss. 

“I didn’t-- tell you to stop,” he panted, head still resting on the bedroll. Astarion laughed. 

“Oh, I can watch? Well. Don’t mind if I do.”

Durge chuckled, and on a whim they pulled Raphael on their lap, letting him sink on them properly, and relished the resulting moan. He rested his head against their shoulder, gasping for air, hair ruffled. His spent cock hung limply between his legs and he still tried to sink deeper on Durge’s own, tilting his hips with a whimper, grasping the scaly arm around him.

Crouching next to them, Astarion clicked his tongue. “Greedy, aren’t you? Not that I can blame you.” He smiled at Durge before his gaze turned to Raphael’s exposed neck, and he licked his lips. “You know, boar blood is a tasteless meal. It would be nice to top it off with something more fragrant. And if you don’t mind me saying,” Astarion leaned closer, looking a Raphael in the eye, “you smell very promising.”

There was a shudder, and Durge couldn’t tell whether it was because of their thrust upwards or Astarion’s words; had they been able to truly think clearly over their own hammering heart and rushing blood, they may have suspected it was both. 

Raphael turned, and seemed to be trying to speak, but in the end he gave up on it, too incoherent with pleasure to form words. Instead he leaned back down against Durge, head rolling back on their shoulder and his jaw slack, throat exposed. He needed not say a thing: the invitation was clear enough, and Astarion laughed. 

“Oh, thank you kindly,” he said, and brought his head down, sinking his teeth into Raphael’s willing neck. 

Durge knew the sensation well, the cold sharp sting that lasted only a moment, the almost pleasurable numbness that came right after. They heard Raphael moan, felt him shiver... and then he was once again still, limp in their grasp, while Astarion took his fill. He stared at the sky above,  mouth agape and eyes glassy, overwhelmed.

If Durge had found watching them fight back to back stunning almost to the point of arousal, this went well beyond that - and in the end, it was the last push he needed. They held onto Raphael tight, gave a few more stuttering thrusts upwards, and came with a groan without thinking for a second to ask whether they should have pulled out. 

Raphael did not seem to mind either way. While Durge rode out their orgasm, Astarion pulled back, wiping his mouth and leaving Raphael to gasp, dazed with pleasure and blood loss, two small rivulets of blood running down his neck. 

“Ah, you’re delicious, ” he said, and Durge lowered their head, still deep inside Raphael, to run their tongue over the tiny wounds. Astarion was right: he tasted good, too.

“You all right?” they murmured against his skin. Raphael took in a shaky breath, let his head loll back, and had to work his jaw a few moments before he managed to murmur something, a barely audible but blissful ‘yes’. 

When Durge pulled him off their softening cock, he barely whimpered. His eyes fluttered open a few moments and he looked up, his cheek pressed against Durge’s chest. “Must have sounded quite idiotic,” he slurred. “Calling you a mouse .”

Whatever Durge had expected him to say, that wasn’t it. They burst into laughter, leaving Astarion to answer - “Yes, just a little” - while they felt around for a still clean blanket. They put it over Raphael before they leaned him, gently, down on their own bedroll. It was clean, at least; they’d share Astarion’s tent, so they didn’t truly need it. 

“Sleep,” they said, but it wasn’t needed: Raphael was asleep almost as soon as his head touched the folded tunic Durge used as a pillow. He looked drained, but content - finally at rest. It was a good look on him.

Durge found they rather hoped to see it again.

***

“We’re probably going to have to pay for a new one.”

“I’m sure it will be fine. The money we gave Henk should be more than enough to cover both the room’s rent and a new bed frame.”

“I was talking about the headboard.”

“What, we fucked that up too?”

And my spine, I think. Possibly my pelvis - definitely the pelvis. I’m going to feel this in the morning. 

Wyll didn’t say as much, because it would have sounded like a complaint and it was, categorically, not a complaint. He didn’t think he was going to complain about anything ever again, because why would the luckiest man in the Sword Coast complain about some soreness?

So he just laughed and turned on his side, cupping Karlach’s cheek to direct her gaze back at him, and away from the hopelessly splintered headboard. “We saved the city and his business with it. I’m sure he will cut us some slack.”

“You don’t know Henk very well,” Karlach laughed, and leaned in for another kiss. Her skin was warm, but nowhere as hot to the touch as it had been with her old engine, even after Dammon’s repairs. “Guess I’ll just cough up some more coin. Worth it, though, wasn’t it?”

Wyll smiled. “For me, absolutely. Did you see the stars?”

“Oh gods, I was hoping you’d forgotten that.” Karlach laughed again, and pressed another kiss on his mouth, smiling. “Yes. Oh yes, I did. But maybe I’m ready for another look. What do you think?”

Wyll’s spine and a few joints cried out for mercy, but unfortunately for them the blood flow was already being directed to other parts of his anatomy, and… well. Wisdom had never been his strongest suit. 

“I can’t see why not,” he said, and they were the last words he spoke in a while.

***

When Raphael opened his eyes to see Haarlep sitting by his bedroll, he rather expected them to be smug over how quickly he’d caved in once he was left alone with Durge. He expected them to grin, lean closer, and ask to hear all the details of the previous night. 

But no such thing happened. To his confusion, Haarlep seemed to be staring ahead with wide eyes, as though seeing something in the nearby stream that Raphael could not. It caused him to blink and, despite the exhaustion still permeating his very bones, he lifted his head. 

“Haarlep?”

That caused the incubus to recoil, and look over. It was barely dawn, but despite the poor lighting Raphael could tell they still had the expression of someone trying to comprehend the incomprehensible. “Bears,” they said, in the tone of someone who’d had a revelation.

“... I beg your pardon?”

“We really should have bears in Avernus. It’s such a shame that we do not. Why has no one thought of it?”

“What in the blazes--” Raphael began, only to trail off when Haarlep let themself drop down next to him, and sighed. Somewhere in the distance, Raphael could hear Durge setting up to fish in the stream while Haslin was whistling as he whittled something - probably another duck. He turned on his side, holding back a groan at the general soreness in rather indelicate places. “Are you well?”

Haarlep turned their head, looked him in the eye, and suddenly smiled. “Heh. Never been better. But I think you don’t truly want me to answer your questions.”

Raphael decided not to bring up the polar dire bears roaming Cania. Just in case Haarlep did something incredibly stupid with the information. “... No, I am beginning to suspect I do not.”

“And are you well, my archduke? Did you behave?”

“Mph,” Raphael grunted, not seeing why Haarlep should get an answer while he didn’t. He just shifted closer and rested against Haarlep’s chest. They chuckled and pulled the blanket back up to cover his shoulders before they settled comfortably, putting an arm around him. 

“You’re still my little brat,” they informed him, and kissed his head. "Even if you're not a bear."

Raphael smiled, eyes slipping shut again. “And you’re still my personal headache.”

“I do my best,” Haarlep murmured, and held onto him as he fell back asleep.

***

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[20 Question Fic Writer Game]

Tagged by @faindri and @pancake-breakfast!

How many works do you have on AO3?

18! Most are poetry collections, so a lot of smaller stories in one anthology.

What is your AO3 word count?

75,144

What fandoms do you write for?

Trigun is my main squeeze atm (and biggest in general, I have four projects for it which is double anything else--and the highest wordcount, too), but I've written for KinnPorsche, Sabikui Bisco, Danny Phantom, Vampire In The Garden, Sasaki to Miyano, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, Goncharov (yeah... yeah), The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window, Signalis, Omori, Lycoris Recoil, and The Executioner and Her Way of Life

What are your top five fics by kudos?

No idea and I ain't looking! Trad publishing has me extremely scarred from some nasty comparison wars, so I have kudo and view counts blocked on ALL fics, including mine. From my kudos emails, though, Hallowboned has to be my top fic for sure. Last time I was paying attention most of my other fics didn't pass into triple digits by a long shot

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!!! I adore comments, and I love chatting with folks, it really keeps me motivated and chugging along. I am... very behind on replying to the comments on my last chapter rn because I feel so awful and guilty about having to quit writing

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh... I don't write a ton of narrative fics, and I do love me some tragic poetry, but I guess the angstiest collection might be my Signalis one, Observable System Transcendence? But my Omori poem and the Trined Soul collection might be contenders, too

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mean, Trembling Hands is a Trimax fix-it fic, so? Though the Sasaki and Miyano collection, Effortless Dreams, is definitely the most tooth-rotting fluff I've ever slapped onto the page

Do you get hate on fics?

Oh yeah, I've had my poetry called pretentious and also not good enough to be poetry lol. It's been a hot minute since that's happened, people are just jerks sometimes

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I used to! Porn with plot, my beloved. It would be interesting to explore in poetry format, but we'll see if I have the time who wants to commission some poetry porn from me lmao

Do you write crossovers?

Nah, not my cuppa

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, many moons ago

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but that is one of the coolest things fandom does. Loving a thing so much you spend the time to painstakingly transform that art into something you can read and share in another language, bro??? Translators are amazing

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I've worked pretty closely with artists a loooong time ago, but I've only written fics where I'm the sole writer. I have used other writers' ideas and outlines (with their permission, of course), but that's the closest

What's your all-time favourite ship?

I DON'T KNOW?!?! Shipping has never really been my main focus of media typically, but when one digs its teeth into me I go rabid in a completely feral but different way each time.

What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?

))): All of them

Life feels kinda... really dire atm, it's hard to see ever writing again. However! God I want to finish Hallowboned SO BADLY!!! I have so many chapters written for it that I haven't even posted!!!!! Y'all haven't met Livio yet!!!!!! GAH 3:

What are your writing strengths?

Uh... ??? I'll be real, I've got no idea. I feel like I write so weirdly atm, it's hard for me to analyze in that kinda way

What are your writing weaknesses?

I tend to get really excited/into things and flit around and forget to explain or describe things sometimes. Thank god for having been well-trained to edit my own work. Not that I catch it all, but I try!!!

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it'd really cool, but I'd need a native speaker on hand to make sure I don't fuck it up in my own fic

First fandom you wrote for?

I think my first piece of written fanwork was a Danny Phantom Quizilla thing lmao, I'm old. I don't remember what it was about, just that it was ANGSTY

Favourite fic you've ever written?

Ah?!?! Honestly, each project is so different and written from such a different place, I've got no idea. I'm proudest of Observable System Transcendence being my longest, most consistent project (outside of my Smaugust collection, which isn't a fan project), Hallowboned being the first thing that really inspired me in ages--and the most indulgent one lol. But each collection and fic and poem comes from such a different place, and it's hard to pull them apart and pick???

Tagging:

Whoever wants to hop in! :3

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That One Time I Got Kidnapped By An Evil Vampire Lord Ch. 10

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57838303/chapters/152374375#workskin

Summary:

Astarion shares more of his past with Mackenzie. Mackenzie gets a phone call from Rob, and it's the kind of news nobody wants to hear.

Pairings: past Ascended Astarion x Evil male!Tav, Ascended Astarion x Original Female Character

Trigger warnings/Tags: NSFW, Astarion POV, Astarion's back on his bullshit, Self-gaslighting, More of Astarion's past trauma, Mentioned workplace violence/violence against healthcare workers, Grinding, (Almost) Sex on the Beach, Dom Astarion, Possessive Astarion

Astarion’s tepid, clammy hands grip hers, his pleading crimson eyes flitting back and forth, searching her flushed face for an answer. 

Mackenzie reminds him of how he was after he had newly escaped from Cazador: vulnerable and open to manipulation. Right now, she’s at her absolute lowest. Her feelings are raw and tender from her recent parting with Tav and here he is, her handsome savior coming in to sweep her off her feet.

She also fit the profile of those he had seduced and dragged back to Cazador, with some distinct differences. First of which is she’s not just some “one night better to forget”. He hadn’t anticipated how taken he would be with her, how charming he would find her…or how delicious she would taste. Secondly, her company is much too pleasant to throw her in the bowels of his dungeon to rot. Thirdly, she’ll enjoy not facing the competition Astarion endured under Cazador. She’ll be his favorite, his bride. His one and only. 

Astarion’s getting ahead of himself. He’s been dancing on the edge of a knife with her trust for the last day and a half. He needs to push it a little further, obtain her permission to return with him. It’s all for her sake, of course. Her new life in the Crimson Palace will be an easier transition if she returns with him willingly. 

She nods, a shy smile spreading across her face. Twin tears fall in tandem from eyes colored ultramarine in the early dusk, tracing a crystalline path down her flushed cheeks. 

“Yes. Okay. I’ll go with you.”

Astarion is sure then that his eyes fill with tears of his own. 

“Oh, my darling,” he begins as he throws his arms around her. “You’ve no idea how happy you’ve just made me.”

Astarion pulls away from Mac, only to crush his lips to hers. 

Every detail of her surrender to his kiss has him spellbound. The adorable little noises she makes as she allows him to overpower her. How she arches her back when his tongue invades her mouth and invites hers to play. The scent of her arousal intermixed with his seed, freshly seeping out of her tight cunt. 

Scenting himself on her has re-ignited the inferno of his passions. Astarion throbs with need at the vestiges of their earlier coupling, his trousers all of a sudden too tight with the compulsion to claim her again. 

Tenderness gives way to carnal lust as he parts from her lips to pepper her neck with kisses. His hands find their way under her shirt, under the stretchy fabric of her breast band. She gasps as he palms her, rolling her pebbled nipples between his fingers, her body melting into his touch.

“How are you so perfect, every time,” Astarion groans into her ear, the way she shivers and moans for him making his cock jump in his pants. 

“Time,” Mackenzie repeats with a furrowed brow, as if the word triggered the memory of a forgotten detail. “We should probably get going if-gah!”

Astarion pounces on Mackenzie, leaping into her lap. He silences her needless worry with a searing kiss- they have more than enough time to explore each other’s bodies before their departure. He shudders at the prospect, groaning into her mouth from the relief he feels rubbing his erection against the softness of her belly.

The momentum from his eager capitulation against her body knocks the both of them off-balance. They land in a bed of warm sand, Mackenzie lying on top of him, the two of them hidden amongst the rows of driftwood. 

She picks her head up cautiously, caging him in between her arms as she surveys his features. There’s something peculiar about how she regards him, almost as if she’s trying to make her mind. She flushes, rouge coloring her cheeks and arousal plumping her lips, gathering her courage to ask a question of him.

“We need to leave soon, but…can I get on top of you? We don’t have to have sex again,” she trails off, trying to find her words. “I just…Ari never let me, and I- I want to remember if I still like it as much as I used to.”

There are still times when being on his back for anyone wants to make him jump out of his skin, but this certainly is not one of them. Astarion finds he is nothing short of delighted to indulge her. 

“Who am I to deny you, pet? Go ahead.”

Mac moves slowly, gingerly, as if he’s going to revoke his permission at any moment. He waits patiently for her to work out that he isn’t changing his mind, forming his hands into fists to keep from yanking her atop him. 

Her surveillance of the scene surrounding them is almost comical, checking for the prying eyes of any onlookers. Once she sees the coast is clear, she clambers up to her knees, parting them to seat herself upon the thick line of his aching, hardened length. 

He watches her lips part as she realizes her discovery- his cock filled with an ache that only she can relieve. 

“Do you like that?” Astarion asks absentmindedly, as if he didn’t already know the answer to his question. 

Mackenzie nods her reply vigorously, biting down on her lower lip. Watching her teeth drag over her pout makes him twitch in his trousers. The movement against her clothed cunt makes his darling arch her back, her eyes reflecting the celestial audience of the night sky. 

Sweet hells. It turns him on so much observing how utterly lost she is in the things Tav had denied her. He supposes that he’d be content with this alone if she was just a simple revenge fuck, if he didn’t already have plans for her. 

He runs his hands up along the tops of her thighs, pausing when his thumbs meet at her drenched center.

“Yes, I think you rather like this, don’t you?” he rumbles out his rhetorical question, flicking his thumb along the fleshy nub. The threadbare fabric’s porous weave does nothing to contain the generous amount of arousal that coats it. 

“How do you know,” she begins, her sentence cut short by the firm grasp on his other hand on her hip. He rocks her back and forth to encourage her, letting loose an approving groan when she begins moving of her own volition. 

“How…do you know exactly how to- oh my God,” she nearly sobs, failing to strangle the soft cry that escapes her. 

“Observation, darling. Your body gives you away,” he murmurs to her. “Whether or not you know it, your very being calls out to me, begging to be adored- worshiped by my touch.”

She shivers atop him, his words ringing true. 

Astarion continues to tease her with his fingers, gazing up at her with smug delight. “Don’t deny it, pet. Even now, I can hear its siren song.”

“What…does it tell you?” She pants as she leans back, her hands gaining purchase on Astarion’s thighs to keep her steady.

Well, what does it tell him? More accurately, what does it tell him that he can share with her? After learning of her childhood trauma, he doesn’t think she’ll be excited to know how fertile she is, or how much her center craves to be filled again with his cum. Hearing of how her heartbeat races and how she awaits his command isn’t a viable option either. All living things exist to obey him, but it won’t be what she wants to hear after she’s escaped Tav’s clutches. 

“That you can trust what it has to tell you.”

Astarion isn’t entirely sure where that came from, and by the look on his darling’s face, neither does she. She stops her languid, rhythmic grinding, placing her palm over his wrist to still the movements of his fingers. 

“What do you mean by that?” Mac asks, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Well, you see,” Astarion starts, tugging at the collar that has become suddenly too hot around his neck, “You doubt yourself- quite a lot, in fact. I see it, because I’ve been there too.”

Mac’s eyes brighten with recognition, sitting up a little straighter in his lap.

“I know how it is to doubt one’s self after years of mistreatment. When I had been freed from my…his clutches, I didn’t know what to believe or who I could trust. I was so blinded by my hubris that I nearly got myself killed, just by placing that trust in the wrong hands.”

“What happened?”

Astarion withdraws his fingers from her warmth, his hands settling on both sides of her thighs. 

Gods below, is he really about to do this? 

He supposes he is.

“There was a man, one of the six abducted by the cult that stood out from the rest. Tav was the eldest of a prominent family from the Gate, a natural born leader with a big sword and even bigger ambitions. I was awful to him at our first meeting, but he was patient, kind. I thought him to be generous too, sparing what little he had to keep me alive.”

The side of Astarion’s mouth turns up in a sort of half-smile. “He was also handsome. The very picture of a storybook prince - clad in armor, rippling muscles underneath, a disarming smile, dreamy blue eyes.”

“Oh no, not the prince types,” Mac fans herself. “That would have been it for me right there.”

Astarion leans up on his elbows excitedly, as if to tell her a secret. “So, you see my plight? I’m relieved you understand, darling. And do you know what the worst part was? There were two ‘prince-types’ in the party! The utter audacity of it all.”

He sighs, tossing his silver waves with a shake of his head. “Hells, I’m getting sidetracked. Where was I going with this? Ah, yes. I didn’t see the signs that were there. I was so certain what I- what we were doing was right that I ignored what my senses were trying to tell me.” 

Mackenzie tilts her head, reminding him of a pup that had heard a strange noise. “Which was?”

Astarion’s jaw sets, his fists clenching into white-knuckled balls atop Mackenzie’s thighs. “He was rotten to the core from the very start. At the eleventh hour, the pinnacle of our triumph, he turned on us. Tried to seize the power of the cult for himself. Tav hurt us all with his betrayal, but he completely broke whatever was left of my heart."

Mackenzie’s palms gently rest atop his hands. Astarion lets go of a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, his body relaxing with her touch. 

“It’s no matter. Five long years have passed since that fated day, but he’ll get what’s coming to him. Very, very soon,” Astarion gloats, his eyes flickering dangerously up to Mackenzie. 

Astarion reaches up to her, caressing the softness of her pretty face in the moonlight. 

“All I have to say is this: the shit hand you’ve been dealt would make a lesser person fall apart. But not you. You’re resilient, stronger than you know.”

“I’m fairly impressed, to tell the truth. Ari’s put you through hell, but in spite of it all you’ve remained playful…clever…witty. You’re a rare jewel, my darling,” Astarion murmurs softly to her.

Mackenzie’s eyes sparkle with tears, glittering like sapphires plucked from the mines of Chult. 

“And you know what the best part is?” He wipes away the glimmering streaks with his fingers.

“What’s that?” She asks, nuzzling her face into the side of his hand.

Astarion’s lusty, dangerous smile that has sent thousands to their untimely deaths slowly unfolds.

“You’re all mine.”

His undead heart thunders in his ears as he guides her lips to his. He’s centimeters away from capturing her lips again when he’s interrupted by the sounding off of that jarring alarm on her device.

Astarion sighs out loud and dramatically falls back on the sand, frustrated by the interruption. Mac’s hands instantly dive into her pockets, her blissful expression dissolving to dread when she can’t locate it. Unable to further tolerate her frantic search, he pulls the thin metal box from his front trouser pocket. 

“Looking for this?” He silences the noxious sound, holding it unceremoniously between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Sorry about that. I set an alarm to remind me of when I needed to take you to the airport,” Mackenzie winces. “How- when did you? Did I drop it?”

“I took it out of your pocket when we had stopped by the field, while you explained your hesitations about starting a family of your own. Here,” he tips the device to access her photos, swiping through her gallery. 

Mac’s eyes go wide and fill with a clear liquid that reflects the light of the stars above them. She gasps aloud, slapping a hand over her mouth to disguise the noise of her inhale.

“Holy shit, these are good. How did you make me look hot?” She takes the device from him fully, mouthing something that he thinks is “What the fuck” as she shows him a picture of her sitting against the sunset. 

“Well, there’s a saying I’ve heard in passing here, that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. Do you see it now? Do you see yourself the way I see you?” He sits up on his elbows, cocking his head to the side.

“Astarion…” she whispers, a tear rolling down her lovely face. “I…”

Her expression shifts rapidly from tender gratitude to perturbance as she looks at the screen, tracing her finger along the lower half.

“Rob? Hey buddy, what’s up?” She asks with a casual voice.

“Oh, uh, hey Cheesy. Are you sitting down? Better yet, when was the last time you looked at the front page of Reddit?” 

Astarion can hear the young man’s voice loud and clear, but pretends he cannot all the same. Being asked if one is sitting down as the introduction usually means there’s grim news on the way. Thusly, he occupies his time running a soothing line with his hand up and down the back of her thigh. 

Mac peers down at him suspiciously, switching the phone to her other ear. “Technically, yes. And I haven’t looked at Reddit since…you know. What’s going on?”

“So, uhm, I’m glad you’re…yeah. And uh, don’t,” he stammers nervously, huffing a bit until he speaks again. “Sorry. Had to make sure the supply room was empty. I’ll just rip the bandaid off. Ari showed up at the clinic and stabbed Amanda.”

“Wha…what the fuck?” Mac’s unable to form a coherent thought as she processes his words.

“Yeah, I found out this afternoon after r/PeopleFuckingDying had been cross posted to r/Seattle and Ari’s subreddit before both mods removed it,” Rob explains. “She’s okay, she’s upstairs in PACU right now doing well. Stupid fuck missed the vena cava and got one of her kidneys instead…thankfully.”

The stiffness that Mac had been holding herself upright with collapses as she breathes a shuddering inhale of relief. 

Astarion, however, isn’t as reassured. 

Tav, or Ari (as they knew him), has finally decided to show his true colors after all these years. Tav had been brazen enough to walk into the physician’s office where his darling would have been at work that day, and stabbed one of Mac’s dearest friends. In any world, this act of violence in a place of healing was nothing short of unhinged behavior. 

“What floor is she going to be-“ Rob firmly interjects, cutting off Mackenzie with a “No.” 

“No, no, no. You remember when we were on lockdown during med surg when that one patient on L&D’s baby daddy showed up with a gun after pushing her down the stairs?” Rob takes a deep inhale after his statement, resuming his pressured speech. “I do. Ari will expect you to show up.”

Mackenzie looks as if she’s ready to have a medical emergency of her own. Astarion responds by plucking the box from her hands, taking a minute to orient the device correctly to the side of his face.

“Well, hello there. Fear not, Mackenzie has agreed to return with me to the Gate. I can assure you I’ll take every precaution to ensure her safety,” he states confidently. 

It’s not a lie. Tav might be dangerous, but Astarion’s arguably the most powerful undead being in all the realms. Astarion would like to see Tav tryto lay a single finger on Mackenzie. Tav certainly won’t have it for long if he does. 

“Oh, uh, yeah! Hi Rion,” Rob’s voice cracks and strains as he ekes out the greeting. He clears his throat with a barking cough. “Sounds like I’m- I mean, she’s in good hands! Haha…mind giving the phone back to Cheesy?”

“But of course,” Astarion emphatically drawls, politely complying with Rob’s request.

Astarion feels chuffed as he puts the pieces of the device’s identity together. A phone! That’s what the square was called! What an odd name for the multipurpose picture box. 

“Still with Rion? Good,” Rob chuckles, the pitch of his voice an octave lower than moments ago. “Mackenzie. I know you want to be there for Amanda, but get the hell out of Seattle for a couple of days. Don’t feel bad about it. I’ve got it from here.”

Mac’s eyes flicker down to Astarion’s hands as she notices the pensive drum of his fingers on her thighs. “O-okay. Only if you’re sure.”

“Mac, look. We��Amanda and I had been talking a couple days ago. We’ve been really worried about you, and were actually low key planning to kidnap you? It started as a joke until it wasn’t. We were gonna move you over to Amanda’s this weekend-“

Rob’s voice pitches higher immediately. Mac shuts her eyes, her mouth drawn in a line in response to the grating female voice bleating orders at her friend. “Oh! Hi there Sharon! Yes ma’am, I found the expired 4-0 vicryl, haha…what? I’m scrubbing in? Roger roger, I’ll be right there,” Rob laughs nervously, waiting until the door audibly clicks behind him to speak into the receiver again.

“Gotta go Cheesy, it’s showtime. Have fun!” He exclaims hastily before hanging up. 

Mac’s hand drops to her side, the phone tumbling out of her grasp, landing beside them in the sand. 

“Oh my God. You were right,” she breathes, wrapping her arms around her gut. “I can’t believe he’s done it. I can’t believe he’s hurt someone.”

Astarion can. Sitting up with a grunt, he encircles her in his arms. He holds her tightly, nestling his face against brittle, dry hair that smells like citrus, herbs, and sunshine. Mac’s hands reach up around him in kind, loosely clinging to him, lingering along the bottom edge of where his scars used to be. 

Mackenzie sniffles, resting her head against his shoulder. Astarion feels the seep of moisture into the fabric of his shirt from her silent tears. His mind brushes along the edges of her jagged, raw consciousness, revealing nothing for how best he can soothe her.

Oh well, he supposes that he’ll have to do things the old-fashioned way. 

“There, there, darling. I get the impression that she means a great deal to you, but have some faith in your friends. What do you need most right now?” He inquires, releasing her from his embrace to press his tepid forehead to hers.

“I’m not sure, but I think at some point I’ll have to get us to SeaTac, get a matching plane ticket to yours if the flight isn’t full, and then make sure we make it through security in time,” she reasons with a sniffle. 

Astarion wipes away the tears that stream down her face with his thumbs, the tender gesture buying him time to think of the best explanation of their…unique travel arrangements.

“Ah, yes, about that. You see, midnight isn’t the correct time of my departure, and we aren’t going to SeaTac,” he clarifies, tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear. “I had agreed to be at the Wizards of the Coast office in Renton, to acquire an item for a client. I’ll need your help with a matter of great importance, if you’re amenable?”

“Oh,” Mac breathes, the gears behind her eyes turning. 

She laughs suddenly, covering up her mouth with her hands. “I’m sorry, it’s not everyday you meet someone offering to fly you out of Boeing Field on a private jet. Are you even real?”

Astarion kisses her in response, wearing a sly smile as he pulls away. 

“I believe you’ve experienced firsthand how real I am, treasure.”

Mac sets her arms on top of his shoulders, taking in the sight of the hill shrouded in darkness they had descended to access the beach. 

“It’s gonna take us a fair bit to get back up that hill. It’s a nastier climb than it looks. Unless you want to go around,” she points to the other end of the park, where an oddly shaped white boat effortlessly glides across the midnight-blue waters. 

Astarion hums, looking from Mackenzie to the hill and back again. The walk up the hill is a trivial thing for him, but for Mac, it’s another story. While he finds none of the faults she sees with her physical appearance, her energy levels could use some improvement. He’s worn her out to exhaustion over a very tame day by his standards. She’s going to have to improve her cardiovascular fitness merely to keep up with his appetite. What better a time to start than now?

“I’ll make you a deal. If you can walk up that hill without stopping, I’ll give you a reward. You can go as slow or as fast as you’d like, but you mustkeep moving,” he kisses the tip of her nose as punctuation. 

He’s grateful she’d shown him that card game she’d invented. It had told him plenty about her personality. Mackenzie has a hidden competitive streak, and he’ll hedge his bets that she’ll accept his terms. 

“You, sir, have a deal,” she assents, taking her index finger and tapping it on the center of his chest. 

“The proper form of address is ‘my lord’, not ‘saer’,” he corrects in a haughty, airy voice, “I’ll forgive your gaffe, just this once.”

Astarion smiles, carding Mac’s flaxen locks through his fingers as she sputters her way through a retort, turning a pretty shade of red.

They’re going to have a great deal of fun together. For the first time in five very long years, he can truthfully admit he’s looking forward to what the future brings.

[misschifuyu]

Hello! Can I request a scenario where Emma and Kenchin is having a date for the first time and he looks so stiff so, reader and Mikey tagged along. Then when they went to nearby shop to eat where an old couple thought it was a double date, both Mikey and reader said, "It's not a double date. We are just third and fourth wheeling." Oh no, it wasn't just a date but also a setup for reader and Mikey who are both oblivious dense people.

Feel free to ignore if it's too much and thank you!

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- hello babes ! please this request is so cute, there’s no way i could ignore it omg ♡

Planned from the start

genre: humour with a pinch of fluff

pairing: mikey (manjiro) x gn! reader

Hearing one of your closest friends giggling just a few steps before you, eyes practically sparkling as she looked up to the one beside her, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. It had been far too long of a wait up until this point and, though it may have gone smoother without two other presences, you were so proud of the two.

You had been over at Emma's place, whilst she got ready for the date, when you received a call from Mikey. Confused at the sudden name that lit up your screen, knowing he was with the other half of the date, you picked up. Luckily, the blonde girl was in the shower, so you didn't have to worry if it were about a surprise.

You had been over at Emma's place, whilst she got ready for the date, when you received a call from Mikey. Confused at the sudden name that lit up your screen, knowing he was with the other half of the date, you picked up. Luckily, the blonde girl was in the shower, so you didn't have to worry if it were about a surprise.

You had been over at Emma's place, whilst she got ready for the date, when you received a call from Mikey. Confused at the sudden name that lit up your screen, knowing he was with the other half of the date, you picked up. Luckily, the blonde girl was in the shower, so you didn't have to worry if it were about a surprise.

However, it wasn't the surprise you were expecting.

Apparently, Draken had started to turn back on his decisions, saying that he had made a mistake and that there was no way Emma would actually want to go in the first place. To sum up, he had started to get nervous over the date.

As a quick solution, Mikey had suggested in tagging along - with you, so as to not leave him third wheeling - and you happily obliged, knowing that your night was going to be free anyway.

So here you were, entering the restaurant as a four-membered group and sitting comfortably beside each other. You had Mikey on your right, Draken in front of him in case he needed to send him a pleading look if he got stuck. Consequently, Emma was facing towards you and, before she continued on with the conversation she had been holding with the blond, she sent you a giddy smile.

The food on the menu looked absolutely delicious, and it didn't take long before the plates were ordered for your table. With your hands resting on your lap, you turned your head towards Mikey, who was currently playing around with the napkin holder. Bless, he had never had much of an attention span.

Deciding to leave him to his ministrations, you turned to look to your other side, spotting an elderly couple who appeared to also be waiting on the arrival of their food.

On the same side of their table as you were sat the lady of the two, who caught your lingering gaze as you drifted off slightly, not knowing what to do so as to not interrupt the two love birds in front of you.

"Ah, a double date, I see. You should tell your half to pay a little more attention, don't you think?

At the soft voice that spoke out, you snapped out of your momentary trance, looking directly at the woman who's lips were formed into a kind smile, looking over your shoulder, towards Mikey's equally bored state.

"Wha- I mean, sorry...no, that's not the case at all! We're simply third and...fourth wheeling, that's all, ma'am"

A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you tried to compose yourself whilst you answered. How rude of you to have stared into space in their direction, you must have appeared ever so nosey...

"Double date?"

Of course he wakes up now.

A blonde head peaked out from behind you upon hearing the words of the elderly lady, eyebrows raised as he looked over. You made a mental note to slap some manners into his head once the meal was over.

"Ah, well...my bad then, young lady. But I must say, the two of you share the same expressions when reacting to someone. Definitely something shared between partners"

The soft chuckle that followed her words made you shy away from a response, simply smiling back at her as you tried your best to not make your burning cheeks as obvious as they felt. What the hell would Mikey be thinking? Forget that, what about the other two?

Turning away from the kind woman, you met Emma's narrowed eyes as she smiled over at you. It seemed that Ken's nerves had been completely forgotten as he looked over at his friend with a knowing look, the shorter of the two shooting daggers at him with his glare.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

You spoke up to your friend who simply unclasped her hands before leaning back on her seat, eyes flickering between the two of you.

"Well, there was really only one way we could think of to get the two of you to actually spend decent time together"

The two of you were equally as confused, your eyebrow irking as Mikey's eyes squinted at Emma's words. What ever did she mean with that?

"Gah, man. You're about as dense as a brick wall. We had planned right from the start on dragging the two of you along tonight because one of you needs to 'fess up sooner or later"

Both heads whipped round towards each other, yourself being shocked at the proximity as you stared into the blond's eyes.

"What?"

It was going to be one very long evening, that much was sure.

[soft-angelic-kiss]

We’re all a little bit crazy (6)

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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader

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Chapter 6 trigger warnings- mentions of Tourette's (i don't think that’s an ACTUAL trigger but it couldn’t be hurt to mention) mentions of self harm (thinking they're indestructible.) And mentions of counting/taking pills + medications. 

I’m gonna need you guys to bare with me! I really don’t know what a mental hospital is like and so i tried my best with the information a friend gave me :) 

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Chapter 3

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Walking through the dining hall, Izuku kept his head up and tried to remain tall and strong to the other patients when he heard a squeal and watched the tuff of h/c go up into the air. Immediately Izuku was on a high alert. As he sped up his pace the same as Bakugou, who immediately started yelling

“Gah dammit shitty hair! I don’t you to stay-”

The blonde's voice was easily cut off through the laughter of a red head, and another blonde. 

“Oh chill it Baku-” the blonde's head threw itself backwards as the end of his sentence  “gOU-” escaped his lips. The red head was immediately making sure he was okay, even with Y/N in his arms. Rubbing his neck and asking about cramps

Izuku smiled softly and watched them all interact, being able to tell that they were all best friends. He hummed as Y/N bounced her way over to him and hung on his arm with a smile “YOU CAME” they yelled in excitement making everyone smile softly. 

The red head was the first to make a move as he smiled to the greenette “Hey! I’m Ejirou Kirishima!” he smiled as he pounded his fist together mushing together already forming scars, and bruises against his knuckles. 

It caused Izuku to check out all of his other scars that littered his body, his hands and arms mostly, Y/N must’ve seen him looking Kirishima over and hummed softly whispering into his ear “he thinks he’s indestructible..” Izuku nodded in understanding

“I’m D-” his sentence once again was cut short by a scrunching of his shoulders and a yell of “ENK” before he returned to his previous stance and said “Denki Kaminari!” he smiled softly and waved. Izuku waved back, he decided he would look at their files later after he laid Y/N down for bed. 

“What’s dinner today?” Y/N looked to their friends as they ushered Izuku to the table that they sat at, the setting arrangement a little squishier than normal due to the extra body that was added, On one side Kirishima, Denki, and Shinsou sat together and on the other side sat Izuku, Y/N, Todoroki and Bakugou. 

Bakuou was the first to respond “they have beef stroganoff… and steamed carrots...” Y/N pouted and nodded “I’m not surprised Katsu..” 

The group let out a little disappointed groan collectively. The cafeteria wasn’t the MOST delightful place to have their dinner, but they didn’t have the choice, especially on beef stroganoff night. 

Izuku thought their food opinions were interesting as he let them all engage in conversation quietly observing each of them with a smile. They all looked so happy and content when they were together. 

Bakugou's attitude was calm, Shinsou was engaging in conversation. Shoto was speaking more than Izuku thought was possible for him, Denki’s tics, at least that’s what Izuku had deemed them to be, had calmed down and Kirishima wasn’t hitting anything at all. 

Each of them were so content with each other, he wondered why they were kept apart. Y/N finished her food and each of the boys told her that they were proud of her. Which made bright blushes rise across her whole body with a smile. 

Eventually their dishes were taken from them and they were all sent down to the nurses station for their nightly meds before they would be sent upstairs for the night, Izuku followed after the group seeing as they were ready for the nightly meds.

Checking the time and seeing it was 9:00 pm on the dot, he waited patiently for them to receive their meds and come back. He quietly heard the mutter from Y/N as they counted which meds were there, “..seroquel and gabitril.. For sleep.. And Abilify for depression.`` They took their meds and smiled at Izuku, motioning him to follow them as they bounded up the stairs.

Izuku hummed softly following them back up the stairs placing his clipboard on a bedside table as he watched them get ready for bed as he smiled softly, when Y/N finally laid down humming into their mountain of pillows, all doctors approved.

“Good night… thank you for hanging out with me..” Izuku smiled as your voice echoed quietly in the small room causing his heart to flutter with how soft and sleepy you sounded. 

“Of course. I hope you sleep well Y/N” he hummed softly as he exited the room hearing your snores. Shortly after his words slipped past his lips, he exited and saw all the other boys' doors were closed. Figuring they were asleep too. He headed down to the staff room to put away his clipboard when he remembered that he wanted to check on Kirishima’s and Kaminaris files. 

He slowly searched through the last names, conveniently the two names were placed right together making sure that he wouldn’t forget about the other. With a soft hum he pulled out Kirishima’s file first. 

   F I L E   26

(Patient Name) Ejirou Kirishima  (Patient #785)

 (Date admitted) 10-25-2015

 (Patient age) 22

 (Patient disorder) Psychosis, Congenital insensitivity to pain. 

(History/cause)  Patient has seemed to believe that he is indestructible. He walks into walls and punches glass things, often resulting in scars and bleeding around his body, his mother has stated that he’s done this since he was little but always assumed he would grow out of it. He never did.

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide? 

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm? 

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

 (Other). He’s very affectionate to those around him but often tries to prove his manliness to those around him. He always smashes his fists together declaring the manliness/womanlyness of those around him. 

(Danger level) 7/10

Izuku let out a breath as he quietly looked at the file over one more time before placing it back. He felt sorry for the red head but it explained the scar littered on his body. It also explained why he was calling everything manly.

 F I L E   27

(Patient Name) Denki Kaminari  (Patient #786)

 (Date admitted) 4-20-12

 (Patient age) 21

 (Patient disorder) Tourette Syndrome, depression, anxiety

(History/cause)  Patient was diagnosed with Tourettes around 6 years old, but his parents have said he’s always displayed symptoms of it even from toddler age. He stuck his finger in an electrical socket when he was 7 and it caused the scars going up his arms. 

(Has patient...)

-attempted suicide? 

-attempted homicide?

-attempted any act of self-harm? 

-attempted violence on past employees?

-attempted escape?

 (Other). He’s very cheeking, loves telling jokes and is relativity an easy going guy, he rarely has attacks but when he does i advise all employees to watch out because he gets urges to touch electricity, and mess with electrical setups 

(Danger level) 5/10

Izuku carefully placed the file back into the cabinet as he let out a breath. No wonder they all saw something in each other. They all had such similar stories, even if they weren’t exactly the same they all found solace in each other.

Y/N was missing a mother, father and brother figure in her life, which is why she pursued a relationship with Todoroki, Bakugou and Kirishima. Who all gave off the vibes that the poor younger needed to thrive. 

Todoroki was missing his sister and brother, which is why he connected so well with Denki and Y/N, they both held similar qualities to the two he had lost.. 

 Bakugou needed stable, but fun people to help him realize what a calm world this really was.. And that’s why he bonded with Todoroki, Shinsou. Kirishima, Denki and Y/N. They were all as equally calm as they were cheeky, meaning they could help Bakugou with whatever problem was needed. 

Shinsou was missing his parents and his little baby sister, so while he still had the parents to bond with during visiting hours. He treated each of these people as if they were a little sibling to him.

Kaminari finally felt accepted because none of them batted an eye when his tics happened, and it made him feel like he finally had a family, and he was finally happy.. 

Kirishima felt protected. While he enjoyed feeling power and being manly.. Sometimes it was nice to feel protected. None of them ever questioned how manly he was.. So he felt at peace 

Nothing could separate them. Nothing at all, Izuku was sure of it. He placed everything back before he finally headed back up to his own room. Finishing his nightly routine as he thought of the group he’d met today as he started falling into dream land. «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────» @buckyneedsplums @lazywriterfullofideas09 @notchittatenn @psycho-101  @toodarktoseethelight @unlogical-ella  if you’re crossed out that’s because it wouldn’t let me tag you :( «────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

a/n: HI GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM THE DEAD!! In a moment of clarity i finally decided to work on this chapter. It’s been hard for me but you know i finally did it! Like i stated earlier I've never been to a mental hospital so i don’t know what it’s like in there. I tried my best using the information  friend had given me. Thank you guys for sticking with the story for as long as you have! 

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Sam is not hearing a word Bucky’s saying rn

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This. I knew those staring contests took at least 8900 takes.

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I bet they have lots of weird habits they hide from each other when they first move in together.

Like maybe Sam goes outside to feed his garden birds every morning and he'll talk to them like "hey chubs, no yours is over there stop eating everyone’s seeds" or he'll whistle at them and tell them they're out of tune when they whistle back.

But now Bucky's moved in and Sam doesn’t want to be fucking weird you know.

So he does it quietly, whispering to them instead because he knows Bucky is watching from the kitchen window.

But he forgets Bucky has super hearing.

And then one morning Sam wakes up and hears full-on chattering outside.

Bucky’s sitting on the grass, his metal arm outstretched like a branch with a few birds perched on it while throwing seeds with the other one.

There's a cup of coffee between his legs. "Now now don't be rude." He tells the birds, "no pushing! no seeds for pushers, everyone gets a turn on the metal-go-round" 

And Sam is like..... what the fuck.

And Bucky turns, sees him, and says to the birds "oh look the weirdo's awake! say hi" and the birds all chirp at Sam.

And that's when Sam realizes maybe he likes this idiot. A lot.

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Things that sound like fan fiction but it's actually canon:

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[amjustagirl]

I love your writing! especially the domestic interludes series. your writing is calming and warm!!! If you don't mind me asking, do you have any favorite fic writers? I really want to read more haikyuu fics! Wishing you well

Hello hello Anon! Thank you so much for loving my writing! (if you don't mind, I've assigned an emoji to you in case you ever decide to pop back into my inbox again!)

Of course I'm more than happy to recommend my fellow writers to you! There are so many talented writers on this space that I've jointly set up a fic rec blog @msybookclub (tho I admit I've skipped this week oops)!

Anyways, here are just some of my favourite (sfw) writers:

@miyachondria - every piece of bees that I've ever had the pleasure of reading fills me in awe at how beautifully full of human emotion (humour and love and passion and longing) they are. Her writing inspires me. All my affection, dearly beloved, waltz of four left feet - these are but just some of my favourites and I don't think I could ever shut up about them.

@myelocin - I don't know how Nic manages to make me cry and laugh and feel for her characters so much. She's a genius in scene setting and giving her characters the space and time to breathe and feel and interact. Pls check out the faded side of the photograph for starters and work through the rest of her work. Oh and did I mention Nic as a person is just amazing and kind and gracious?

@voxamcris - yuki (sorry do let me know if you don't wanna be tagged) writes every piece like it's a poem. I'm inspired by the imagery she uses, the detailed characterisation she places into each of her work. Her kita swordsman piece is a masterpiece, and all that glitters is just wistful and beautiful.

@forgetou - dee is on hiatus at the moment but her pieces are grounded yet sweet, a mix of grit and fluff and she's just so versatile and varied a writer. Her suna kitsune piece is charming, her sakusa piece fragments of glass will break your heart. Pls Pls go check her out and send her your love (and ILY dee darling)

@tsukishumai - cams writing, as dee put it, reminds me of a warm blanket on a cold day. You feel like you're seated before a crackling fireplace when you read her works. Her osamu Onigiri miya pic is my personal favourite!

@violetsoju - lin writes lovely, funny ficlets that fill me with with delight. Northern lights (w sakusa) is charming and smart, her suna motorbiker! Fic makes me swoon gosh darnit, and her atsumu roommate fic is just sweet and comforting.

@eightonenine - Yvonne writes some rly lovely sweet fics that I turn to when I've had a bad day. Her bokuto fic (building a blanket Fort??) is perfect. Her sakusa fic (w a volleyball s/o who loses her match) is so comforting. Her tsukki make-up fic is just...grounded and feels like a snapshot of a real relationship. Pls go check her out!

@softsakusa - ami is a fantastic sakusa writer. Actly she's fantastic in general, her pieces are soft and quiet and lovely and I won't shut up about them. My favourite is merry go round but just do yourself a favour and read everything she's written 😊

@hajimine - lex is adorable and has rly sweet headcanons and drabbles. Her recent bokuto hurt /comfort fic felt so...real and her msby cooking headcanons were bloody funny??? Gah.

Anw these are just some of the writers that I love, there are so many more and if you want more pls shout at me in my inbox. In the meantime, pls send these writers your love!!

[undyingskies]

With You

request: yes,

“hi okay so i was wondering if when you write more requests and have the time(so no rush whatsoever) if you could write a fic based on i'm only me when i'm with you by taylor swift? in my head it seems like a very owen vibey song BUT write it with any of the JATP cast or character you see fit! thanks! love your work, keep it up!”

a/n: it took me a little to be able to write this but once I got into it I really loved it! I hope you enjoy!

warnings: none

tagged: @mah-gah-lee​ , give her blog a look she is amazing!

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It was like any other Friday night; you and your best friend Owen were hanging out as usual. He had dragged you along for one of his last minute adventures, deciding that he refused to do it alone and that you had no choice but to come with him.

It’s not like you would refuse anyways but watching the blonde boy on your porch explain to you why you had to go was too entertaining so you let him go on for a few minutes.

That’s how you ended up driving on the highway to god knows where, with a bag packed in the back seat of Owen’s trunk and driving under the night sky.

You have your leg stretched out against the dashboard, your window open and arm stretched out enjoying the summer air breezing by.

The radio was softly playing in the background as the two of you just enjoy each other’s company, making small talk here and there.

Your heart full and happy, you would be forever grateful for the small town boy that wiggled his way into your life and heart.

After months of Owen being gone, filming his Netflix show you were scared that he would forget about you. You were just a girl from a small town, like him, but you didn’t catch the big break he did.

You smile over at him, grateful that he didn’t forget about you, grateful that he was still your best friend the one you knew everything about . The months and distance between the two of you made you realize your feelings for him and that you never wanted to live without him.

Nobody gets you like him. You don’t know why it took you so long to realize that.

“We’re here.” Owen pulls you from your thoughts, the goofiest smile on your face.

You look out your window to see where you guys were, your jaw drops in awe of it.

Owen had taken you to this lake that you had been talking about for weeks now. You had never been but the moment you found out about it you wanted to go.

You had found it a few months back but refused to go without Owen so you waited until he got home to tell him about it.

Down the bank there was a dock that sat in the middle of the lake. It was decorated with tiny lights; the light was bouncy off the water making it feel like you were in a fairy tale. It was beautiful.

“Ready to go down?” He breaks your trance from the scene in front of you, you nod yes in response.

You hop out of the car, the warm summer breeze feeling like a blanket around you. You stand there for a minute letting the breeze flow by you as it lifts your dress a little, a smile gracing your face.

Owen stands by a few feet away from you smiling at you in admiration. He had loved you for some time now.

He walks up beside you, taking your hand in his and begins to walk down towards the dock.

When you reach the end, Owen pulls out a blanket, some snacks, and a speaker. He sits down and pats the spot beside him, smiling.

You follow his lead and sit next to him. You lay on your back, looking up at the night sky, enjoying the light all the stars provided.

The best part about the small town life is that you can actually see the stars and they lit up the sky.

You smile softly as you hear the song that’s playing through the speaker, “This is my favorite song.”

Owen turns to face you a smile on his face, “I know.” You smile wider at his words.

“You remembered.” You can feel your heart swell at your own words and the thought of Owen thinking of you and purposefully putting this song on the playlist.

“Of course I did, I remember everything about you!”

“Oh really? Everything?” You laugh, “even my secrets, or my deepest fears?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him laughing.

“Oh of course, I have to remember so I can protect you from any Ferris Wheels.” You both laugh and you lean over to smack his chest playfully.

“You better watch it Joyner, don’t think I forgot about yours.”

A comfortable silence follows the end of your conversation, both of just enjoying the warm air and the sound the crickets chirping.

You spend the next few minutes quietly connecting the stars, making pictures out of them.

“You see that one right there?” You point to a section of the stars to the left of you guys, “they kind of look like a heart.”

Owen follows your hand and looks to where you’re pointing. “Dang, you’re right they do!”

“Wait look, that one right there!” He’s the one pointing now, “I think that one’s the big dipper!”

He’s very excited about finding it and you can’t contain the smile on your face watching him.

He turns to look back at you, catching you staring at him. You can feel your cheeks heat up, embarrassed that he caught you.

“You know, I feel like you’re the only person I can be myself with.” His confession not helping the pink tint on your cheeks  fade.

“This may sound bad but I can tell when you’re around other people.” Owen feigns a shocked face, laughing at your confession.

“It’s just nobody gets me like you do Y/N.”

You knock your shoulders into his, smiling.

“I can say the same thing about you Joyner.”

He smiles at you, another silence falling over you. As much as you two can enjoy the silence, you can see the wheels turning in his head. His forehead wrinkled in between his eyebrows.

“I don’t think you get what I’m trying to say here Y/N.”

This time you’re the one with the wrinkled eyebrows.

“What do you mean then O?”

“It’s just...” He starts to fumble over his words, nervous at the thought of finally confessing his feelings, “It’s just that I mean it, you’re seriously the only person in this world I feel safe around. You’re the only person who I feel like I can be the real me around and still be loved, I can tell you everything my secrets, my fears, it all. I even cry in front of you without hiding it Y/N. You’re just my person ya know? No one gets me like you.”

A smile makes its way onto your face, his words warming your heart.

“I know O, you’re that same person for me too! That’s why we’re best friends!”

Your words cause Owen to let out a frustrated sigh. He’s pushing himself up to sit, he’s now turned away from you. You can see how tense Owen is, and now you’re confused.

You sit up and sit criss cross just like Owen and place your hand on his back trying to help calm him down.

Owen moves making your hand fall off his back, his actions really confusing now.

“What’s wrong?”

Owen sighs at your words again, he knew sometimes you could be clueless to obvious things but he just hoped this time it wouldn’t be the case.

“You know you drive me crazy like half the time?” He asks turning to look at you, he catches you scrunch up your face at his words, which causes him to laugh softly. “I’m here trying to tell you how I feel and you just think I’m talking about us being best friends.”

Again he lets out a laugh, it’s almost comedic how hard he was trying to tell you about his feelings and how clueless you were about them.

“Your feelings?” Owen turns to look at you again, rolling his eyes at you.

The two of you just sit and stare at each other, the only sound coming from the speaker. It seems like the world around you froze in time with the two of you as you just look at one another.

Owen starts to lean in closer to you, your knees now knocking into each other. You take a breath in and he is so close now that you can smell his cologne. You feel your eyes close for a second enjoying the moment.

Your eyes open though when you feel two warm hands move up and cup your cheeks. Your eyes make contact with his blue ones, you watch as he continues to lean in closer slowly. Your breath catches in your throat as he stops just centimeters from your lips.

Your eyes drop from his to his lips and then back up to his eyes. That’s all it took.

His lips are then on top of yours, moving softly against them. Sparks flying everywhere.

You pull apart softly, your eyes opening slowly as his hands drop from your cheeks and land on your thighs.

“Those feelings.” He whispers out.

You just stare at your best friend shocked. You didn’t expect this or even except him to reciprocate your feelings back. You feel your hand move up to your face and your finger softly trace your bottom lip, basking in the feeling of remembering his lips on yours.

Owen smiles at your actions.

“So?” He says, “Anything?”

Your brain is moving a 100 miles a minute, not knowing how to formulate a sentence. All

your feelings are running through your mind and you can’t seem to get a word out.

Your next move shocked you as much as it did Owen, you lean forehead a little harder than you intended and knock Owen down. Owen on his back and the two of you chest to chest.

Owen let’s out a huff and a laugh at your actions, confused but also entertained.

Then your lips are on his this time. You taking lead this time around, letting your lips move in sync with one another.

You pull apart smiling.

“I’m only me when I’m with you O.”

His smile grows at your words.

“And I’m only me when I’m with you Y/N.”

Then yours lips are pressed together again, the two of you enjoying the moment, enjoying your time together, and enjoying the fact that you both were able to confess your feelings for one another.

You two were meant for each other, like two puzzle pieces that fit together. You were your truest forms when together and you could not be happier being with one another.

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Darkstache Week: Day Five - Costumes

Other Days: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven Ao3 Link

Wilford gets the top prize for nearly forgetting to organise the couples’ costume with Dark!

Word Count: 987

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Two days until the party.

Wilford was standing in his dressing room-office with a hand on his hip and a marker perched on the back of his ear. The stolen whiteboard took pride of place in the middle of the room. Notes were sprawled all over with all the relevant facts and topics about Hallowe'en. He had been crossing them off as they were covered, but there was something missing.

"You're looking a little perplexed there, sir," Bim remarked as he entered the room with New Jim right on his heels. "Still getting your party ready?"

"Yeah… I've covered everythin' I’ve written. Forgot somethin’, I think." The pen was swiftly pulled from its resting place so Wilford could tap it against his chin thoughtfully. "An' anywho, it's been nice ta have an excuse ta spend time with Dark -"

"Aside from the fact you two live together?"

"... Shaddap, Bim. Hey, yer still able ta come on Sunday, right?"

While the pair talked about the party plans, New Jim slowly approached the whiteboard. Wilford's writing was messy, and it was a challenge deciphering the categories when they had a line through them. He tilted his head left, then right.

"Costumes?"

"Hm? Ya say somethin', kid?" Wilford turned his attention to the youth, who nodded.

"You don't have 'costumes' on the board." New Jim tried to step aside, but a firm grip from the head reporter kept him in place. Wilford used the pen as a guide to point him through each of the topics, muttering under his breath. Sure enough, 'costumes' was missing. He slapped his forehead.

"How did I forget - Kid, yer a genius. Y've got that good observational-whatchamacallit that this team really needs. Now if ya both excuse me, I gotta get this matter addressed!"

-

The door to Dark's office was closed, complete with a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on it. To anyone else, that would have been enough to deter them from entering - even Wilford hesitated when he saw the sign. He pressed an ear to the door. Silence. It wasn't a meeting. That meant it ought to be safe to enter.

"Darkling?" He knocked on the door. No answer. That wasn't right. He tried again. Nothing. "Sweetie Pie? Night Blossom? Shadowkins?"

"Yes?"

"GAH!" Wilford jumped and spun around. Dark stood in the corridor with a bottle of water in his hand.

"You look as though you've seen a ghost. Is something the matter?" Dark chuckled. Wilford's choice of movie had worked a treat in helping lighten Dark's mood after yesterday.

"I, uh, yeah! We got a problem - we don't, y'know - we've no costumes for the party!" Words briefly failed him, but Wilford got the point out. "We can't be Hallowe'en Party hosts without bein’ all dressed up!" Dark hummed, giving a feigned thoughtful expression to Wilford’s plight.

"That is a serious matter. Step into the office. We must find a solution before we lose the chance." Dark unlocked the door and gestured for Wilford to enter first.

-

"- so I'm thinkin' we go fer a couple's costume. It'll be cute, fer one; an' stylish, fer two." Wilford had pulled his office whiteboard out of the closet in Dark's office to use for brainstorming. The side that had been blank was now dedicated to costume ideas. The reporter stood in the middle of the room like he was pitching a show idea, while Dark sat on his desk. "It also means that whatever ya do, I'll do too. One half of a pair, y'know? So it'd be things like… Doctor an' nurse, or cop an' robber."

"The costumes don't have to follow the tradition of being scary?" Dark inquired. "That does broaden horizons."

"Mhmm! So we can have fun! We can go as a famous tag-team. Like Salt an’ Pepper. Or Bert an’ Ernie!" Dark threw Wilford a bemused look. "No? Then maybe somethin’ a little more stylish. What 'bout Dracula an' his bride?"

"What?"

"What? I'd look cute as fuck in a short skirt! Or… oh! Movie characters! Y'd make a cute Mary Poppins! We could give ya pants instead if ya don't wanna wear a skirt."

"I already spend my days minding immature people. Might be best to not give them a reminder." But it was a good idea. "What about Mickey and Minnie Mouse?"

Wilford gasped. "That'd be so cute!! We could put a spin on it an' dress 'em up from another time. Imagine them in th' fifties!!" 

On it went. The new ideas were scribbled on the board and discussed properly. As Wilford marked his favourites and crossed off rejected ideas, Dark’s heel tapped against the solid dark wood of the desk. This conversation had planted an idea in his mind.

"We can’t seem to come to a complete agreement on this. We want something that is easy to recognise, might be entertaining, but also has a sense of style to it. Not only that, it needs to still make sense by itself if the other isn’t nearby… I have a ridiculous idea."

"No such thing in my book, honeybunch. What are ya thinkin'?"

"What if we dress as ourselves? But - hear me out - you dress like me, and I dress like you. Then again, that would mean you have to shave-"

"Wait wait! It can still work! It’s like an inspiration kinda thing rather than a totally correct costume. An' we can help each other get th' right 'style!" Wilford crossed the office to lean back on the desk beside Dark. "Yer gonna look cute in pink."

"You'll look handsome in black. I'm sorry you'll have to dye your moustache for the day."

"Nonsense. Look at this!" He sharply tugged both ends of his facial hair. The moustache's colour rippled to black like someone running their hand over a sequin pillow. "When we get home, we can start looking through our clothes! I’ve got some shirts that’ll look adorable on ya."

[midnightmoonkiss]

The Lure Of Nightfall [2]

Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: After accidentally flying in on your best friend jerkin his meat to the thought of you, things get out of hand, and you’re thrown into a weekly routine.

WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation

Category: Smut, Smut, Pure Smut.

Word Count: 8.7k+

A/N: You all wanted this! >.< I hope I delivered~

Just To Clarify:

This is a continuation!

panties are a bitch.

Part One

Tag List:  @zylith-imagines-and-fics @birds-have-teeth @my-bnha-things.

The morning after carried on just as any Sunday would have.

Izuku woke up refreshed and ready to start his daily work out.

The strange bird encounter completely slipped his mind as he ran laps, pushing his legs to run faster and faster with each completed circle.

He was always one to push his limits, always one to ignore the burning in his calves and thighs as his legs became a blur of motion beneath him.

All he could think about was how many laps he had run, and how many more he had to go.

You could only ever push yourself so far. He learned that lesson the hard way not too long ago when he didnt stop running until his legs gave out and a student had to come and get him.

His legs were practically dead weight for the following few hours.

Sighing at the memory, he went on, arm coming up to wipe the sweat from his brow.

It was 9:00AM when he finally finished his workout routine, a little later than he was used to. But who could blame him? He did go to bed later than his schedule recommended, after all.

But..

That wasn’t..

His fault..

He frantically shook his head, scarred palms slapping his redding cheeks as what got him so riled up in the first place flickered through his mind.

 He did not need to have such thoughts at this moment.

Heading back to his dorm, he grabbed his shampoo and body wash, as well as a fresh change of clothes before skipping down the steps. He felt gross and sticky with sweat, and he couldn’t wait to feel the rush of water against his skin.

Oh!No one’s here! 

He thought happily as he practically skipped into the bathroom, putting his clothes in the locker beside the shower stall he chose.

He hopped into the shower, not bothering to turn the heat on as cold showers always seemed to snap him out of any dirty thoughts. Plus, not only did they help make someone more alert after an intense workout, the cool water always left a heated body feeling much better.

Once done, he quickly dried off and changed, making his way to the sinks to brush and fully dry his thick, damp hair.

Such fluffy hair regrettably required a stay-in conditioner, or else it would look simply dreadful - frizzy hair galore. No one, especially him, wants that. Though it took away that masculine scent of body wash guys apparently are supposed to thrive in, it did make him smell pretty sweet. It all fit together perfectly in a way. Sugar n’ spice made everything nice, right?

As he was spraying the stay-in conditioner, running a wooden comb through the damp, curly green locks, he let his mind wander.

He forgot something, didn’t he?

It felt like he did.

He chewed his pouty bottom lip, eyes narrowing as he let his arms run on autopilot so his thoughts could drift.

He wasn’t usually so forgetful, so what on Earth was he forgetting?

Something the other day, surely.

He didn’t have anything planned today.

Just relax and enjoy life for a second. They didn’t get breaks often, and last Sunday he was at the mall all day with you and his friend group.

You..

What about you?

He felt like you were the key to his confusion and forgetfulness, but why?

He hadn’t had an interaction with you yesterday that would require his immediate attention, so-

Wait.

His movements stopped as he stared wide-eyed at his reflection in the mirror.

Most birds sleep at night, that was common knowledge.

So why the hell was there one on his balcony so late last night.

He dropped his comb, wood clanging loudly onto the floor, the noise echoing around his suddenly deaf ears.

Birds don’t nuzzle fingers.

Birds fly away when a human approaches.

That wasn’t any ordinary bird.

That wasn’t a bird at all, was it?

No.

There was only one person who could turn into a bird..

And that person was..

You.

Oh god.. Oh god, no!

Izuku collapses to his knees, arms wrapping securely around his head as he blushes and whines like a mad man.

You saw him! You had to have seen him!

He was! 

He was naked-!

You didn’t… you didn’t see and hear him in the act, right!?

He shakily inhaled, shameful tears blurring his vision.

You heard him moan out your name, didnt you!

You must hate him now! Think he’s disgusting..

What type of person masturbates to their best friend!

But he couldn’t help it!

He’s been in love with you for so long..

He knew his dreams would never come to fruition, that you would never like him as much as he liked you, so he took to his mind to live out a life he’s always wanted.

One his body so desperately craves.

It was so humiliating!

How could he face you..?

Fat tears streamed down his face, heart breaking at the thought of you never speaking to him again. His mind fled to a dark place, completely ignoring the fact that the bird had been so gentle with him and seemingly uncaring.

So, imagine his surprise when you happily greeted him at one of the tables as he walked out of the bathroom for water.

Upon seeing his tear stained face, worry quickly consumed you, face contorting as you jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong, ‘Zuku? You were crying?”

You bombarded him with questions, hands coming up to delicately cradle his burning face between them.

His head felt fuzzy as he stared into your (E/C) eyes glimmering with concern.

A whimper built up in the back of his throat, fearful that you’d still leave him.

But why were you acting like last night never happened? That you didnt watch him defile your name?

Well, to be honest, you currently clung onto the hope that he never realized it was you. He wasn’t acting angry or upset like you’d expect him to if he did find out, so it was obvious you were in the clear. 

Except, you weren’t. And he did know.

He just didn’t know why, why you were there or why you watched him. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel as creeped out about as he probably should have, it was like there was a small bell of honor ringing in his chest.

All in all, he figured you wanted to hang out, that’s why you were there in the first place.

But he wanted to know why you watched him - why you didn’t leave the moment you no-doubt saw him pleasuring himself.

God, he felt stupid.

He should have paid more attention to the time he chose, you always came to his dorm around that time during the weekend!

He wanted to facepalm, hide his ashamed face beneath his palms.

But for now, he’d soak in the feeling of your soft hands holding his face, thumbs brushing away stray tears.

You were trying to hide it. Hide the fact that you saw him. He’d indulge you, pretend he didn’t know anything

“Y-Yeah! I’m alright..!”

He smiled.

And so the show began.

He never stopped hanging out with you, and the shame soon melted away into desire as the days trudged on.

He didnt know why, but the thought of you watching him do something so intimate.. It thrilled him to his very core, sent tingles down his spine and left him breathless for a moment or two.

It actually gave him quite a few boners in class, much to his embarrassment. Lord, did his mind wander too much. He was just a hormonal teenage boy, after all.

Funnily enough, he could feel that the majority of the time you spent around each other, your stare was directed towards him. It was as if he was your center of attention throughout most classes these days, the apple of your mesmerizing eyes, and it felt amazing.

Like.. like he was the only thing you cared about. Only thing you needed.

He loved that feeling.

He wanted more.

He wanted you to, in a way, need him as much as he needed you.

He wanted it to happen again, wanted to know what it would feel like if he was actually aware of it occurring rather than only finding out about it the next day when his senses came back.

So, he decided he’d try touching himself every Saturday at the same time, since that is when you last showed up, leaving his window and curtains open just so you could, theoretically, get a good view.

He knew how wrong it was, wanting his best friend to watch him do something so sinful at nightfall whilst holding innocent conversations during the daylight.

He was too horny for his own good. Could you blame him?

The first attempt was unsuccessful, and he never did feel your piercing gaze on his trembling body as he worked himself to completion.

It was disappointing, but he had hope, and an unexpected outlet for his sexual frustrations.

Meanwhile, you were going crazy.

It felt like you were holding onto a dirty little secret, one Izuku had absolutely no idea about.

Everyday you had to force yourself to not let the image of him writhing sinfully around on his sheets float to the surface of your overactive mind.

You definitely did not need any soaked panties, especially considering you’d have to walk around all day like that.

It was truly a blessing in disguise.

Was it strange to say that in a way you got off on talking innocently to Izuku now?

Staring into his beautiful green eyes, talking about the math homework you forgot to do, all you could think about was how those eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils blown ridiculously wide as he came all over himself.

Such a messy boy.

Gah!

You aggressively shook your head in class, hands rubbing aggressively at your closed eyes to try and erase the image..

“(Y-Y/N)? Are y-you okay?” Izuku stuttered nervously, hands outstretched, ready to place them on your shoulders if you needed to be steadied.

You were simply talking, but suddenly you had such a violent reaction when he asked what answer you got for question three on the homework!

Had you not done it? Maybe you had had quite the trouble with it and didn’t want to remember the minutes wasted on chewing on your mechanical pencil as tears of frustration streamed down your face? He’d seen it occur before, It was a very weird and.. sad.. sight.

“Ah!” You yelped, ripping your hands from your face as you suddenly remembered where you were - you couldn’t just pull that sort of stunt in class, it’d make people think you were weirder than you already clearly are!

But that was just the start of it all.

You so desperately wanted to see him in that state again, wanted to hear your name slip from his spit-slicked raw lips in a wanton moan.

The fact that he was your best friend slowly started to fade from your mind, replaced by lustful desires. What’s shame? Never heard of that.

Who could hear anything over your moans anyway?

Night fell into a routine of your hands stuffed down your panties, fingers covered in your own slick rubbing roughly at your puffy clit as two of your fingers thrust in and out of yourself.

You constantly wondered just what that pretty boy imagined in that oh-so-obviously dirty mind of his as he pumped his cock.

Was he imagining you riding him, face smothered by your tits, mouth latched onto one of your perky buds, sucking the red flesh into his mouth as you bounced up and down on his long, painfully hard and throbbing cock?

Your breath caught in your throat at the image, fingers speeding up.

Or perhaps was he imagining pounding into your tight little pussy, your legs wrapped around his slim hips, fingers clawing red marks into his back so that he could show them off whilst changing into his gym clothes the next day in the locker room?

You squealed as you suddenly clenched down on your two digits, the coil wound tight in your stomach from all the dirty images whizzing past your head snapping unexpectedly, cumming all over your fingers. 

You laid there panting, eyes staring deliriously up at the star-covered ceiling.

You had to see him in the act again, no question about it.

It was unfortunate how you passed out from exhaustion Saturday before the time Izuku would ultimately begin going mad in his bed.

It was hard not to beat yourself up over it, especially since you now had to suffer through another week of not seeing his pretty face drenched in sweat, mouth wide open and tongue flopping out.

Grr!

More suffering for the both of you.

It was still so very funny how despite all of these lewd thoughts the both of you possessed for one another, you still got along just as well as before.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Honestly, it was a great relief to the both of you.

Originally, you had thought that since you saw him in that new light, you’d be unable to have a decent conversation with him, and he thought that you’d be too disgusted with him to ever even think about speaking to him.

Of course, that was bullshit.

He knew you purposely stayed there to watch him. 

That was part of the reason he wanted it to happen again.

He was clinging onto the hope that you liked him back, and that’s why it seemed as if you ignored the whole thing.

No, wait. He didnt want it to happen again… he needed it to happen again. Not just to satisfy him, but to just see if it wasn’t a mistake. A clarification. Something he could cling to in his mind. Something that told him there was an even bigger chance that you might miraculously like some gross nerd like him back.

He was still insecure, even after all the body changes he has gone through.

The scars didnt help much, either.

He could look at his body and feel proud of how much stronger he was, but those rough scars that would permanently taint his skin always left him feeling a bit shy.

He openly showed them, of course, not afraid considering they were marks of his growth and a reminder that he was able to save someone, but they didnt exactly feel nice.

His skin was once silky smooth all over, but now it wasnt, and it would never be the same again.

You knew him without the scars for the longest, but that also meant you knew the whimpy Deku, and not the Hero Deku he was becoming.

So many thoughts were constantly racing around in his mind, it was hard to keep track of them at times.

He blocked out the thoughts with a heavy heart, going back to his previous activity.

And of course, for you, well, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t visit him in your bird form during the night on weekdays, curious to see if, by chance, he was up - which he often wasn’t, and if he was sinning.

To no avail, of course.

It was hard to place if you were missing it by some misfortune, or if he just wasn’t doing it. So Saturday was your best guess. You saw him do it that day, so you figured from the beginning you’d see him to it again on all Saturdays. That’s what you hoped, anyway.

The next Saturday, though, you were proven correct.

The scene was similar to the one from last time, you, perched on the railing, sliding glass door open, curtains pushed to the side, and Izuku moaning like a slut on his bed covers.

Your feathers ruffled up in excitement, it looked as if he just came from the shower, towel discarded on the floor.

Things were going to be much different this time, unknown to you, of course.

Because this time, Izuku knew you were there.

He knew you were watching him.

And he knew it was on purpose because earlier that evening you stopped by to play video games before ‘retiring’ for the night.

Naughty girl, did you expect him to believe that when he’s been able to see through your lies ever since childhood?

He could feel your piercing gaze, and it thrilled him, making his cock slathered in lube he recently purchased twitch against his toned stomach.

Currently, he was rubbing up and down his twitching thighs, trying to calm himself down since, in his excitement at hearing you drop by, he almost came. 

You eagerly watched as he did so, black eyes following his beautiful hand movements.

His thighs were so, so glorious.

Was it a bad thing to want to be trapped between them whilst you sucked his pretty dick?

To have them suffocate you was a dream. You’d give just about anything for them to squeeze your head as he came closer and closer to unraveling.

His legs were always nice, but ever since he began using them to smash incredibly large and sturdy objects, your fixation with them grew.

Hell, who were you kidding? You loved every aspect of that boy.

You wanted to lather his perfect body in searing kisses, whispering praises under every breath you took.

Your toes curled, clinging onto the raining as you leaned forward eagerly, watching as his hands traced down his inner thighs, just to drag across the underside of his dick.

He gasped once his fingers ran over his slit, head shoving itself into his pillow.

He wanted to put on a good show for you, gauge your reaction from the corner of his half-lidded eyes.

Surely you’d be too transfixed by his lower half to notice dark green eyes gazing over at you.

And he was right.

Because you couldn’t tear your attention away from his crotch, his hips lifting off the bed as he slowly thrusted into the tunnel he made with his hand.

It was as if he was teasing himself by going slow, his whines for more being a clear give away, that and the twitch of his hips as he sought a faster pace but held himself back.

“A-ahh~ (Y/N).. S-so good.. To me..”

How could he not imagine his hands as your own?

Yours were so small, too.. Could they even fully wrap around his thick length? He was all too eager to find out, but that’d have to be for a later date. Hopefully.

As time flew by, his impatience grew.

He wanted to put a good show on for you, truly, he did! But he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to cum oh-so badly.

To have that knot that was already building up in his system before you flew in to finally burst.

Sobs tore from his throat as he finally gave in, aching cock slamming into his fist with a wet squelch as his hand squeezed and twisted down on his length.

He didn’t last long, soon releasing his seed all over himself once again with a shrill cry, body arching up beautifully off the bed.

Whilst regaining his breath, he shakily looked over at you, joy sparking in his system to see you leaning forward as if you were enraptured by him.

It felt so good.

This occured more often than either of you would like to admit, but yet, there was no complaints.

Like before, life carried on normally in the light of day, but Saturday night? Showtime.

It was always something new, much to your enjoyment. 

One night, which just so happened to be one where a new moon hung high in the inky black sky freckled with stars, you had the pleasure of witnessing him fuck a pillow. 

So sweet. A true jackpot. 

Since the tranquil, silvery beams of moonlight were absent on this particular evening, an Allmight night light of sorts illuminated the room in a yellow glow. It was brighter than the times before, ultimately giving you a better look at just what he was doing. 

That wasn’t all, though.

Before, with the pale light of the moon, he was always submerged in a sinful atmosphere.

But now, you see, he looked so very soft in this light. It showered his perfectly toned, freckled and sweaty body in such a warm glow. It radiated innocence, despite his downright dirty acts of self-care.

His face was pressed to the side of the mattress, drool dripping past his parted lips as he gasped and moaned, cheeks burning red, eyes closed and brows arched upward as he chased that sweet, sweet release he so anticipated. His hips rutted into the soft pillow like a bunny in heat. Scarred hands had a death grip on it, forcing it down on his cock to provide an addicting combination of pressure and pleasure. Though you couldn’t quite see his flushed dick in action, his adorable face and moans made up for it. 

Was it too bold of you to say he was imagining the pillow was you? 

The way your name rolled off his tongue certainly would lead to that blissful assumption.

Another night you had gotten there early.

It was a particularly breezy night, the wind making his curtains dance and hair sway slightly. It was still hard to believe he liked having his sliding-glass door open. Did he like the fresh air when he was left gasping from his ministrations? Or did he thrive on the possibility that someone could hear him cry out? 

How alluring that thought was.

But, how foolish of you to assume you were being sneaky.

To your luck, getting there early meant you got to see him set up the act, anticipate just what he was about to do. Predictions flooded your mind as you watched him with a tilted head as he poured lube onto his shaky fingers.

Whatever he was about to do, he seemed nervous. A first time thing, perhaps? Or was he shaking with desire?

You’d later come to realize you never wanted to be in front of this man more than that night.

Because, to your utmost delight, that was the night you witnessed him finger himself for no-doubt the first time.

He was cautious and tense, you could easily tell from so far away. You couldn’t see what he was doing exactly, but it wasn’t too hard to put pieces of a puzzle together. 

In the beginning, he was trying to ease himself into it, one hand languidly stroking his erection, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat, whilst the other seemed to tease at his opening.

He bit his bottom lip the moment he decided it was time to quit shitting around, thighs splaying wide open once again for better access - and to you, a better view. His eyes slipped closed as he tried to focus on what he was doing, momentarily stopping the strokes on his cock so his attention would be on the feeling of a single digit slipping in and out of his virgin hole. He stayed tensed for a while, obviously trying to adjust. It wasnt until a few minutes later that he started to get really into it, slipping in another finger as his hips started to rock to the slow beat set.

His weeping dick was given attention again not long after that, hips wiggling and high-pitched cries of ecstasy tears from his throat at the two hands working in unison.

You couldn’t help but hop from one foot to the other that night as you eagerly drank in the sight.

“A-ahh! O-h oh god! (Y-Y/N)! F-faster- oh! Ple-ase f-fahh! Uhn! Ha-ah- ah- ah!”

Were you fucking him in this fantasy? A strap on, maybe? You wouldnt oppose doing so, he’s so cute begging like this. Begging for a plastic cock to pound into his tight ass with each whine, whimper, and moan.

He finished quite quickly, fingers probably finally finding that sweet spot deep inside of him. His eyes shot open, going cross as he practically screamed into the night.

And most recently, you witnessed him cum so hard he passed out for a few moments.

And you knew exactly why.

Because earlier that day, your boredom once again got the best of you, and you couldnt help but notice Izuku was lost in his thoughts during a break period. So, being the cheeky shit you were, you waltzed on over to him, leaning down to whisper in his ear “Hey.” 

It was funny how he had to slap a hand over his mouth, obviously hiding a whine. You knew your voice had an effect on him, especially when it was lowered an octave. Pair that with your hot breath fanning over his overly sensitive ear? The man was pudding. 

“(Y-Y/N)! I-I told you to stop doing that..!” He blushed, eyes squeezing shut to avoid your smirking face.

But that wasn’t all, no. You sat in his lap after that. He almost died, face a cherry red as his hands were held up, not sure where to put them.

It was honestly a rare occasion, for Iida was out with Momo for class president and vice president duties. You had to take advantage of that.

“What? I don’t want to stand this whole time!” Came your pouty response, and he most definitely couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes you used on him.

To his horror, you wiggled in your fleshy seat, trying to get ‘comfortable’ whilst pretending you had no idea what you were doing to him. You knew damn well what it was you were doing, you were grinding your ass on his crotch - just for an agonizing moment.

It was hard to get him to form a sentence that wasn’t broken with stutters the whole time you sat atop his lap. He was so cute, all blushy like that. A little strawberry.

The second Iida and Momo came back from their duties, you jumped off his lap, startling him once again. To your ‘misfortune,’ you dropped the pencil which was tucked into your shirt pocket. So, you promptly bent down to get it, giving the perverted Izuku behind you a glorious view of your round ass covered by a pair of lacy white panties.

It was a wonder how he didn’t pass out as you expected him to, honestly.

You never heard him cry out your name as much as you did that very night.

Who knew such a shy and bashful boy could be so.. Lewd?

It was a major turn on, you could only imagine what it would be like to be there with him.

Oh, how glorious that would be.

To stare into his eyes blown wide with lust and glazed over with desire, knowing full well you were the true reason behind it - and not just his hands.

You wanted to..

You wanted to do so many things to and with him.

But you couldn’t.

Because at the end of the day, you were still only best friends.

He may call your name in the dead of night, he may beg for you in his dreams, but that doesn’t make you more than what you were when the sun rises yet again over the grassy hill coated in morning dew.

Just friends.

Friends until actions occur that change the definition of the word.

‘Friends’ brought a bitter taste to your tongue when it came to describing Izuku. You wanted to be more than just…. ‘Friends.’

But that was selfish of you.

You couldnt always get what you wanted, even if both parties want the exact same thing.

You could never live with yourself if you forced yourself onto him when he wasn’t ready to accept it. You knew very well how easily overwhelmed he could get. You worried that if.. your Saturday night activities got around to him, that he’d never want anything to do with you again. You were playing a dangerous game.

It was a hard concept to grasp, really.

But little did you know, he would be perfectly okay with it. More than okay, actually.

In fact, he craved it so, so much. With each Saturday that came, with every show he put on for you, he so desperately wished you’d revert back to your human form and come join him on his messy bed. He wanted to feel your soft skin brush against his overheated body. He wanted that intimacy.

He knew you wanted it too, he’s seen you almost fly right on into his room with particular moments.

He loved being watched by you, gaining validation every week by your intense, infatuated gaze, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. It was driving him absolutely insane. He noticed himself becoming more brash and reckless during training, his frustration taking over his senses and causing absolute mayhem. 

In the beginning, speaking to you outside of these downright shameful acts was exhilarating, but now it was simply infuriating. How could you act like nothing was happening? How could you stay so innocent whilst he was out here losing his marbles?

The rubber band holding his sanity together was stretched too thin, he had no doubt that it would snap any day now and his carnal desires will be let loose.

Such a risky thing he had willingly got himself into.

But that band snapped much sooner than he predicted, and there was no going back after that.

It’s been nearly two months since this whole act started.

It’s gotten progressively hotter outside, it was almost as if the sun itself had something personal against anyone and everyone who walked in it’s brilliant light.

The training has gotten harder thanks to the sweltering heat. Primetime to exercise until you feel like throwing up, yeah?

They were supposed to progress on their workouts throughout the year, but damn did this heat wave come at an unconventional time. Poor Tokoyami almost had a heat stroke.

The intensity of the workouts was making everyone antsy. The weekdays were hell on Earth, so the weekends became an even bigger godsend to the poor hero students working to achieve their dreams.

That being said, what better way to distress than too..?

This week was particularly stressful, and after the hell Izuku and his fellow classmates were put through, he craved that certain destresser he’s been hooked on for far too long.

It was unfortunate that he cracked a bit earlier than his scheduled 11 PM rub out, making it only to 10:41 PM before his dirty thoughts overtook his being and made his dick twitch to life in his shorts. He wanted to wait, but he became increasingly uncomfortable, hips shimmying, trying to find a comfortable position to wait around in.

After promptly giving up, he leaned back on his bed, tugging his shorts off and letting his eyes slip shut as he palmed himself through his boxers.

Things always felt better for the green-eyed boy if he took it slow, working himself up to the point of desperation.

And that’s what he did.

He knew you wouldnt be there for a while, he knew his heart wouldnt be pumping like it always did when you showed up, so he fell back onto Plan B, fully emerging himself in a fantasy.

He hadn’t done that since you first showed up. A trip on memory lane.

But now he had a chance.

Though he had to admit, he’d much prefer it if you were there..

In his mind, he wasn’t in some silly dorm.

He was a pro-hero living in a large apartment with pristine windows that reflected the night lights of the mesmerizing city below like lanterns in the sky. The interior lights were off, the room cast in a soft orange glow by a gentle flame flickering in the sandstone fireplace situated in front of the satin burgundy couch he sat upon. Soft moans filled the atmosphere, paired with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the complex.

You were in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you hung on for dear life. Your nails gave him an addicting sting as they dug into freckled skin, his name escaping your parted lips like a prayer, moans much louder than his own accompanying the pleas. He was in heaven, surely, for how else could there be such a beautiful angel in his lap?

You were glowing, cheeks blazing a deep maroon color, the light of the fire behind you encasing you in a soft, golden gleam.

A heavy breath blew out Izuku’s nose, closed eyes scrunching as he finally decided to rip his boxers off. His rough hand immediately wrapped itself around his cock, hissing in pleasure and thanking the heavens just this once for being such a heavy pre producer - he was far too enraptured by this fantasy to even think about trying to get his trusty bottle of lube.

Avoiding the flushed head, his hand squeezed and twisted it’s way up and down his slicked up shaft, hiding the wet noises with his pathetic whines.

He dived back into his mind.

You were kissing him fervently, tongues dancing in hot caverns as your noises of pure pleasure molded together. Though you were on top, you were far from having control. Izuku’s hands squeezed your hips in a death grip, bouncing you on his throbbing member, green sparks illuminating his body as to ensure a delicious yet inhuman pace. 

He could feel you. He swore he could, even from on this bed, he could feel you. You were so warm, and so, so very tight. 

He couldn’t handle it.

No.

No.

He needed more.

He whined desperately on his bed, back arching as he chased his fantasy but soon lost it as the familiar fluttering of small wings blocked out all other sounds.

He gasped, trying to catch the breath that seemed to constantly slip past him. He was too worked up.

He was too needy. He was aching, body shaking with anticipation and eagerness.

He craved you like a man craved water after stumbling through a burning hot desert all day.

You were so close to him, he could reach out and swear he could feel your feathers beneath his fingertips.

He was past the point of no return, his fantasy just couldn’t do it for him.

He needed you, god he needed you so so bad it hurt.

Sobs tore from his throat, hands stuttering as his eyes finally flew open, 

“(Y-Y/N)! Please!” He cried out with a strangled moan, vision wavering from the pain of not having you with him despite being right there.

Swallowing all of his pride, he looked towards your perched form, tears slipping from his sparkling viridescent eyes glazed over with lust.

His chest was heaving, thighs quivering and body trembling as he called out to you with a salacious plea, “I can’t..! I can’t do this anymore, please! Please, I-I need you!”

He was begging, begging for you whilst simultaneously thrusting into his hand.

Such an erotic display.

At the moment, you couldn’t even care about the fact he clearly knew it was you there. In fact, it didn’t even come to mind as a jolt of electricity coursed through your body, returning you to your human form as you eagerly jumped off the railing to him, all too willing to join his lascivious activities.

He moaned with delight the second your knee hit his bed, dipping his body towards you. His filthy hand shot off his dick, joining the other with gripping at your baggy sleepwear, pulling you towards his burning body. 

You fell onto him, not given a chance to collect your thoughts before a hand buried itself in your messy hair, yanking your hair so that he could easily smash his lips against your own.

The kiss was nothing like how you pictured your first with him to be. Instead of sweet and gentle, it was downright dirty and sloppy, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You were both clearly inexperienced, but that didn’t matter. You just wanted to feel him, same as he wanted to feel you.

Your hands, shaking with the sudden extreme boost of adrenaline, cupped his chubby cheeks as your lips met again, and again, and again, drool mingling with his own as you tried to get the hang of this.

Eventually, your lips stayed connected, tongues fighting for dominance.

You couldn’t even tell, due to the heat of the moment overtaking your senses, but the entire time you made out, Izuku’s curious hands dragged ever-so-slowly down the sides of your body, feeling those curves that drove him absolutely insane. Just as it seemed as if you’d win the short battle, his large hands came over your plump ass, squeezing the soft flesh and causing you to gasp. With your mind distracted, he quickly smooshed his lips against your own once again, tongue defeating your own and giving him complete access to your mouth.

He explored it, the tip of the wet muscle seemingly grazing over and massaging in just all the right places, drawing a little moan from you that shot straight down to his neglected cock. It twitched against his stomach, and suddenly he wasn’t interested in just making out anymore. He needed more, and he’d fucking get it.

He’s waited so long for this moment, dreamt of it so often it became normal for him to wake up covered in sweat and with a raging erection straining against his shorts.

His grip on your ass moved to your hips, dragging them down onto his member and grinding you down against him.

You both moaned, hips involuntarily jerking against one another, starting up a grinding fest.

Moans melted together as you both continued to kiss before a particularly rough thrust sent your head flinging back and a mewl spewing from you.

“A-ah.. Izuku..!” You shivered, eyes closing as you gripped at his hair. He stared up at you, eyes full of love but darkened by immense desire as you shamelessly moaned above him. His hips ground his rock-hard erection against your soaked panties, brushing roughly against your clothed clit. Your body seemed to jolt with every brush against it, your senses completely overloaded as you were driven mad with lust.

You shrieked with surprise as you were suddenly flipped over, body slamming onto the mattress as Izuku crawled over on top of you.

He continues to grind himself against you, hands moving your legs up so they could wrap around his hips. Whilst kissing at the side of your neck, his nose brushed along the skin, searching for that special spot.

Amidst your onslaught of noises, you made a sound clearly indicating he had found what he had been searching for. His hot tongue licked at the sensitive skin before he bit down on it.

You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, jumping in his arms as an intense shiver rolled down your back, hands coming up to clutch at his broad shoulders smothered in freckles and burning with a blush.

You felt so, so tingly, so good, so.. So everything. 

Perhaps that’s simply because of how worked up you currently were, every single touch lit your body aflame again and again. Besides, how could you keep quiet when he was rubbing against you in just the right place?

He sucked harshly at the tender flesh before kissing it lovingly as if to apologize for the brutal treatment, licking the pain away and continuing to nibble along the area, leaving a bruise that was sure to remain in the morning. 

In fact, he decided, he was going to leave many. Just..not today.

He couldn’t deny, though, it did feel pretty good that his mark was on your soft skin where all could potentially see.

But for now, you had too many layers on for his current liking.

Izuku drew back, stopping the grind sesh - much to your apparent dismay, tugging at the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission, and you willingly lifted your arms.

Had you not been so consumed with sheer desire, you would have covered your bare chest. Instead, you nodded your head, giving the man panting as if he had just run a mile permission to kiss his way down to the soft mounds he previously couldn’t help but bashfully stare at.

His lips lavished them both in kisses, praises unknowingly slipping out between his teeth until he finally decided to take one bud into his mouth. 

He was sloppy, messy, and all-around inexperienced, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it still felt good.

He spent surely less than a minute giving attention to each perky nipple, but it was made up for by a sweet kiss. You eagerly returned it, body arching as if trying to bring him closer.

It was so strange how he took control so easily, he had been begging only a few minutes ago.

Not that you minded, of course.

After all, who doesnt like being pampered by their long time crush?

“May I?” He whispered breathlessly, trembling fingers hooked around your panties, ready to pull them off.

You nodded immediately, oh-so desperate to have him actually touch you. You needed to feel him. All this grinding did was leave you with a throbbing clit, pussy so wet your juices were close to flowing down your ass, and the want for more.

He smashed his lips back against your own, practically ripping the fabric off of you and flinging it to only god knows where in this dark room.

His lips didn’t leave yours as his hands traveled down your sides again, squeezing your ass just to hear you gasp. 

You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you, or hit with a sudden wave of embarrassment as his fingers seemed to stutter on your thighs.

“It’s okay.. It’s okay..” You cooed against his lips, eyes opening to stare into his.

He gulped, swallowing his insecurities as he ran an index finger along your sit.

You bit your lip, eyes slipping closed once more and hips twitching forward at the foreign touch against heated flesh.

Izuku took this as a sign to go further, so he did.

Staring at your face, he pushed the finger past your lower lips, ignoring the intense throbbing of his dick as he felt how wet you were. The digit trailed down, searching for your clenching hole. When he found it, he couldnt help but teasingly trace around it, adoring the scrunch of your flushed face and the whine that followed suit.

“Please, Izuku..” You whimpered, and how could he say no to that?

He slowly pushed his finger in, nearly cumming on the spot from just how tight and warm you were. He openly moaned, watching as he sunk the finger all the way down to his knuckle.

Clouded eyes flickered back up to your face, noting how you didn’t seem to be in pain.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he pulled the finger out, then pushed it back in, over and over and over again as your thighs twitched around him, mouth falling open as you breathed heavily, moaning ever so softly.

His heart pounded in his chest as he added another finger, continuing the motions for before.

Your hips shimmied at the stretch, his fingers much larger than your own slim once, but so much nicer, because it was him, and not you. Your hips involuntarily chased the rhythm he set.

“Ahh.. haa..h.. Oh! Ah! Ahhhghh!” your eyes shot open as his fingers curled inside you, brushing against that spongey spot in your clenching walls. “Oh! T-There Iz-Izuku~!” You moaned out his name, and it was as if his body got put on autopilot, fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping heat, curly against that spot that had you moaning.

A particularly loud squeal left your parted lips, and he snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you so bad it hurt. Watching your body react violently around only his fingers? The cherry on the cake!

He needed his dick in you, to feel those soft walls clenching around him, to hear you cry out his name more as he brought you to the peak of madness.

But he was worried about how long he’d last.

He was so close before, what if he came nearly immediately?

Pulling his fingers out fully, which drew your attention back to him, he lifted them to his mouth, shoving them in and putting on a sinful display of licking them clean for you

He smiled at you with half-lidded eyes as you stared at him with astonishment. Lurching forward, you took him by surprise by gripping his sweaty hair and pulling him down for another passionate kiss, moaning around his tongue as you tasted your essence on him.

Keeping his focus on the kiss, Izuku’s hand blindly felt around his bedside table, opening the drawer and somehow managing to find the single condom he kept in there.

You noticed it from the corner of your eye, the moonlight reflecting on the silver wrapper.

“When did you get that?” You pulled away from the kiss, indulging in your curiosity as you stared at the condom between his fingers. 

He chuckled nervously, looking to the side in embarrassment, “I- I got a pack from the corner store.. Not long ago..”

He left out the motivation behind it, not ready to reveal he knew you were watching him the entire time - thus bringing forth his precautious side as he fumbled with measuring himself and getting the right size.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait any longer, princess..” He whispered under a heavy breath, ripping open the packaging, grabbing the latex and rolling it on himself, ignoring your eyes practically burning holes into his heated skin as they watched with eagerness.

Now that it was on, he looked back up to you, hand coming to gently caress your face, thumb smoothing over your blushing cheek as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Yes, he wanted to pound you into next tomorrow right this instant, be he couldnt ignore the fact that this was your first time together. He wanted it to be.. Sweet.

As sweet as he could make it, anyway.

He jumped in his own skin when he felt your cold fingers wrap around his cock, bringing his oozing head towards your entrance. He was quick to replace them, though, just so he could rub himself between your folds and teasingly against your clit.

“..ready?” He asked nearly impatiently as he guided his tip to your entrance once more.

He slowly pushed in the moment you nodded your head.

Oh god! He thought to himself as he moaned loudly. He was only in by an inch and already it felt like his world was spinning! You were so damn tight! 

He nearly collapsed on top of you, bringing his hands up just to hold your own against the bedsheets.

He was being much too slow for your liking. You were so aroused on, so ready for him that, though you appreciated him going slow for you, you couldn’t handle another second with this agonizing pace.. So, without warning, your legs, which were still wrapped around his hips, tightened, and you forcefully drove his hips forward, fully sheathing him inside you.

He screamed in pleasure, head involuntarily being thrown back as his eyes rolled back. You moaned along with him, the feeling of being full outweighing the slight stinging pain that it brought with it.

His fingernails dug into your hips as he tried to control himself, his body vibrating from how much he was shaking. You held him flushed against you, eyes squeezing shut as you fought to relax around him and get used to his length. Which was pretty damn big! Perhaps you bit off more than you could chew..

But it didn’t take long for the pain to slowly subside, and you were back in business. Meanwhile, Izuku was staring cross-eyed up at the ceiling, holding himself back from exploding.

“Izu-”

“I-I Don-t think I c-can last long, (Y/N)...” he whimpered out, chest heaving and heart hammering. 

You nodded in understanding, he was quite busy with himself before you showed up anyway.

And now all this? It certainly must be sudden.

Plus, Izuku has always been a sensitive boy, so no doubt his nerves were on fire.

Nonetheless, he was quick to catch on to your ‘okay’ for him to move.

So, he pulled himself out halfway, nearly sobbing as he thrusts back in.

You felt so good.. So good.. sogood- “So good.. Ahh! A-ahh nnghjnn S-so go-goo- gahn! Hahhh!” The sheer velocity of his moans overpowered your own as he soon found himself uncontrollably drilling his cock into your pussy, absorbed by the feeling of you sucking him back in like a black hole just to squeeze the life out of him.

That hot coil that had been winding up in his stomach all this time was soon to burst, he could feel himself getting closer and closer with every slap of skin against skin, edged on by your beautiful moans.

“(Y-Y/N)!! I-I’m gonna! I-!” He could barely form any sentences, all that spilled out of that drooling mouth were moans and mindless babbles and praises.

You were just as close, but you wanted more.. So, you ripped one hand free from his grip, licking a digit before thrusting it down just to furiously rub at your puffy clit aching for attention.

You both moaned simultaneously, him at the sight, and you at the combined stimulation.

He was about to break, about to hit the point of no return when he found your G spot. You cried out in ecstasy, body practically arching of the mattress as he focused deep, powerful thrusts on that area.

And by some miracle, you reached your high before he did.

A wave of electrifying pleasure washed over you as your body tensed beneath him, back arching impossibly high off the mattress as your walls seemed to clamp down on his cock like a vice just as that burning hot coil wound tight in your belly burst. Stars bloomed in your eyes as your vision went black, Izuku’s name tearing from your throat.

Your hot, wet walls clamping down on him threw him into his own long-awaited and intense orgasm. His thighs tensed as he cried out in ecstasy into the night air, hips slamming into your fluttering cunt once more before thick, hot cum shot from his dick, filling up the condom deep inside of you.

You both stayed like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of something you both waited weeks for.

He inhaled shakily before pulling his softening member out, rolling the condom off in a sleepy haze before tying it off and throwing it into the trash bin.

He flopped down beside you, far too sleepy to even think about getting up.

You were already fast asleep, and he couldn’t wait to join you. Wrapping his scarred arm around your waist, he pulled your warm body to his chest, tangling his legs with yours and falling asleep within moments to your soft breaths and the crickets singing outside his glass door.

There was a lot to talk about tomorrow morning.

You’d both have to explain yourselves, talk about what happened, what was next, and confirm feelings for each other. That this wasn’t just a ‘one night stand’ between friends.

And, of course, you’d be hit with a truck of pain between your legs, rendering you unable to walk properly. At least Izuku is there to take care of you, and that it was a Sunday.

Until you both come to the horrifying realization that Izuku, in the heat of the moment, accidentally flung your panties out the open window, which was then miraculously carried by a stray gust of wind just for Kaminari to find in a bush by the side of the building the following morning when taking the trash out.

Thank god nobody recognized them, but you could only hope you’d get the chance to get that back before he, along with Mineta, no doubt do something with them.

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║Venti║Tag! You're It

Requested from Wattpad.

Gender-neutral.

Fluff.

Word count: 1.7k

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You sat on the cool, green grass, watching blankly at the birds that flocks by every now and then before sighing, leaning back against the big ol' tree that was about Mondstadt's symbol at this point. It was an awfully slow day with not much excitement going since the traveller from who knows where fixed the whole Stormterror chaos. But honestly, you were quite enjoying the peace that has been restored in the City of Freedom that allowed you to slack off, closing your eyes and heaving a soft sigh.

Unknowingly, a cheeky bard crept up to your person, silent as a mouse. You wouldn't know how he would do it when the squirrels' feet are pitter-pattering the grass beside you and up to the tree.

With a hand reaching to your shoulders, too cold for a day such as this and too pale for a normal human being, your insides leapt out of you and made you stupefied for a brief moment. "Ehe, I didn't know you get scares so easily, (Y/N)~" You turned your head, eyes wide from the fright and a mix of disbelief at the number one bard of Mondstadt. "I was going to spook you with a 'boo' but it seems that you are quite sensitive." He giggles and you look down to his feet and see that he was using his Anemo to move closer to you undetected.

"Don't do that ever again! I thought you were a hilichurl," you breathed, calming your racing heart. He sits beside you, crossing his legs. "Sorry, sorry, I promise I will not do it.. For a while," he adds and you glared at the male. His hands shot up in defence, giving you a close-eyed, mischievous smile. "Anyway, what are you up to?" he asks, moving onto another topic.

"What does it look like?" you ask with a bored expression. His eyes look to the side at the vast green around. "Uh, playing hide and seek?" he purposely plays the dumb card. You were not the least bit amused. "Do you see anyone else around?" you questioned. "I was just resting. There's really not much to do other than looking at the animals at play." You closed your eyes and leaned unguardedly against the tree. You were sure that no one else will pop on by and if there was, you were sure that Venti would be the first to spot. He had a faster reaction time than yours after all.

Venti starts to hum a tune that was most likely made up on the spot since he didn't bring his lyre. It was good just like the rest of his songs and always had that drowsy effect on you. It helped since you just wanted to sleep if there was nothing else to do.

When Venti notices you were about to drift off, he completely stops and turns to you with a cheeky grin and tapping your shoulders repeatedly. "Hey, hey, (Y/N), you want to play hide and seek tag?" he asks. You were shaken up from what could have been your sleep and stare at him with a raised brow while looking annoyed. "Seriously, Venti? Can't we play once I've slept?" "Nope! You will just sleep until the sun has set, leaving me bored."

"You can always sleep during the night so get up and let's play!" He tugs on your sleeves. You groaned. "Venti, take a look around you-- there is literally no place to hide except those hilichurl camps." "So we'll use them as hiding locations too!" He grins.

You stared at him in disbelief, but upon seeing his bright smile, you could do nothing except sigh and accept. "Alright." "Yay! Okay, okay, I want to hide first!" he exclaims, getting up. "You better not peak~" You roll your eyes but did as told, covering your eyes and hearing him flee. You counted up to thirty-- enough time for an Anemo vision wielder such as himself to find a decent hiding spot.

"Alright, ready or not, here I come," you say loud enough and hope it reaches the male. You started looking around the tree but later started looking elsewhere when he wasn't hiding there. It was a good thing that the hilichurls from the camps were dealt with so you and Venti could play without getting into harm's way.

When you went to one of them, your eyes and ears quickly moved their attention to a green hat that rested behind a rock, making sounds of laughter. Well, it wasn't the hat that was laughing but rather, the person wearing the hat. You tried desperately hard not to break into a peal of laughter as you watch him crouch behind the rock.

Slowly, you crept up to his hiding spot, the soft rustling of grass under your feet barely audible, the sound of animals helping it fade from the male's ears. "Boo!" You put a hand on his shoulders, looking down at the bard. "Gah!" He turns his head to look over his shoulder. He felt his own heart race, not knowing you were approaching. "You scared me!" "You deserve it for scaring me earlier." You crossed your arms, grinning at your victorious approach.

"You're a terrible hider, Venti. You forgot to take your hat off," you said, pointing to your own head to point his own. "Ah, I totally forgot." He laughs, taking his hat off and looking at it with a smile. "It also didn't help that you were giggling." He sticks his tongue out and scratches the back of his head. "Ehe."

"Anyway, I guess it's my turn now?" you say, your words sounding more like a question than a statement. He nods his head. "Mm. You better not give away your location~" he says, turning around and putting his hands on his eyes; counting down. You quickly made a dash away from him, heading towards the big tree. You looked around for a good hiding spot, not wanting it to be obvious such as a hilichurl camp; that would be the first place he would definitely look into.

A sudden idea had struck you and you stared at the tree, eyeing its sturdy branches. "This place would be a good spot." With that, you climb the tree, aiming to go for the highest branch. Upon the highest branch, you could peek through the leaves at the sun and at your surroundings below. Surely, this was the best spot to look out for Venti.

You spot him leave the camp that he hid, now on a mission to find and touch you. You concealed a laugh, putting your hand on your mouth although it shouldn't matter since you doubt he could hear you from where you were.

Full of confidence, you propped yourself to lean against the tree, legs dangling off on each side of the branch. This would take a while, you thought to yourself and close your eyes, full of confidence. Closing your eyes was the biggest mistake because the next time you opened them, the sky was a mix of red and orange. "Hah? Did I fall asleep?" you half-asked yourself, moving your legs so that they were both dangling off on the same side as you rub the heavy feeling from your eyes.

You were still at the same spot but Venti was nowhere to be seen. You looked around at the nearby camps but to only see that there wasn't even the slightest movement to be seen. Were you left alone? Did he get bored and leave you there? No, that does not sound like Venti at all.. Well, maybe-- if he was playing a prank.

Suddenly, sounds of rustling leaves from above you were heard and then, "Yes, you did." Venti pops his head close to yours, upsidedown as he grins at you. "Ah!" Startled at the sudden closeness and scare, you fell backwards-- falling off of the branch.

"(Y/N)!" Venti extends a hand and in doing so, you stopped falling midway to the ground. He used his Anemo and slowly guided you back up to where you originally sat. You stare off with widened eyes, too slow to comprehend what just had happened. "H, hey, are you okay?" Venti asks, putting a hand on your shoulder.

Apparently, that was all it took to shake you to function as before. You lightly hit his chest. "Do you plan on killing me with a heart attack?" you questioned, eyes not reflecting amusement. He awkwardly chuckles. "Sorry, I didn't think I'd scare you."

You sighed. Seeing his face, you couldn't stay mad at him for too long. "I thought you left," you confessed, changing topics. "Eh? And never get the chance to see your adorable face sleeping? No way!" He flies to sit beside you on the branch, completely forgetting what he just did. "You watched me sleep for how long?" you questioned, raising a brow. "The moment I found you! It didn't take long since you fell off the branch when you were sleeping," he says. "It was a good thing that I saw and caught you in time."

"I fell off?" you repeat to which he nods. "That's when I found out that you were sleeping." You sigh. "Thank you," you said, making the male all smiles at the words of gratitude. "Hehe, anything to see you sleep!" He smiles, closing his eyes as he does so.

"Anyway, I'm getting hungry so I'll go home," you said. "What do you want to eat?" "I can join you?" he asks, eyes reflecting the sky when it turns dark-- full of stars. "Well, it's the least I could do for being saved twice from my death," you point out in a light tone. "Yay!" he cheers and guided you and himself down the tree. "I could really go for some dandelion--" "No." That one word made him pout, staring at you with puppy-like eyes. "You will have homecooked food. Not wine," you said. He sighs defeatedly. "Alright.."

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Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

8d. Caught in the rain + fake dating au

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Of all the days to forget your umbrella.

Underneath the roof of Nekoma’s entrance, you pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed, an image of your umbrella lying on the floor of your room flashing into your mind from earlier that morning. You had literally looked at it seconds before you left for school, choosing to shrug the small possibility of it raining away. The sound of the rain pummeling the ground resonated in your ears and you internally groaned, steeling yourself for what the long, chilly, wet walk your travels back home would be. Your bag could only serve as a makeshift umbrella for so long.

You couldn’t put it off any longer. Taking a deep breath, you hoisted your bag over your head and took a step forward. 

“Hey!” 

Startled by the sudden voice, you immediately turned around back towards the entrance, your heart plummeting to the pavement as soon as you spotted that familiar head of messy black hair and mischievous smile.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Kuroo repeated, closing the school door behind him and walking up to you. He had an umbrella in one hand, which he occasionally tapped against the ground as he moved. “Wow, it’s really pouring out there, huh...” He trailed off as his gaze drifted down to where you had frozen, still holding your bag over your head. You scoffed at how he raised an eyebrow amusedly, face burning as you yanked your bag back onto your shoulder. 

You forced yourself to look back at the pouring rain splashing against the road ahead of you. “Hello, Kuroo-san.”

“Kuroo-san? That’s just harsh,” he complained. “What happened to Tetsu’?”

“I’m pretty sure our agreement doesn’t extend to after school hours,” you said, choosing to ignore how Tetsurou’s smile faltered slightly at your statement. “What are you doing here after school, anyway?”

“Had some...uh...catch up stuff to do,” Kuroo answered, tugging lightly on the strap of his bag. “What about you?”

“Same.” 

Awkward silence. 

“...it’s really raining hard, isn’t it?”

“You already said that minutes ago.”

"Gah--I--you know what, screw this,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Listen, I’d feel terribly guilty if you ended up getting sick after walking in the rain for so long. We’re headed in the same direction anyway, so...”

“So?”

“So? What do you mean s--I’m trying to offer to share my umbrella with you!”

You burst out laughing at his indignant face, the blush coating his cheeks only growing deeper at your teasing. “I’m kidding, I swear. I...really appreciate this.” He nodded, opening his umbrella with a flourish, and the two of you set out under the gray sky. 

“To be clear, I’m not doing this as your fake boyfriend,” Kuroo said suddenly after a few seconds had passed. You were walking side by side to achieve the greatest amount of dryness possible, so close that occasionally your shoulders or arms would brush together. You hated how your heart seemed to skip a beat whenever that happened. 

Raising a skeptical eyebrow in response, you joked, “Then are you doing this as my chemistry tutor?” You were only half-teasing. 

“Nah,” he said quietly, staring off into the distance. “It’s just me.”

Before you could open your mouth to ask whatever that meant, a car quickly passed where the two of you were on the sidewalk, sending a large splash of water up towards Kuroo, who was closest to the road. He jerked to the side as you also instinctively tried to pull him away, resulting in your feet almost tangling up in each other and you stumbling into him, grabbing his arm for support. 

“You--you okay?” he asked, staring with wide eyes down at you. “I didn’t mean to crash into you.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. You still dry?”

He shrugged with a small chuckle. “Could be worse. I could have dropped the umbrella.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t.” You blinked rapidly as you realized you were still holding onto him, blood rushing to your cheeks and dousing you in prickly warmth despite the penetrating chill of the terrible weather. 

Kuroo glanced down at where his arm was interlocked with yours. “Ah...”

“Sorry about that,” you said, making to pull away. You didn’t expect to be met with a small amount of resistance from Tetsurou’s end, just enough to make you pause. 

“You don’t have to let go,” he mumbled. “I don’t mind.”

You looked down at your linked arms and back up at his flushed face, his amber eyes flitting from you to the road ahead as he waited for your response. It’s not real, you reminded yourself. “Okay.”

The corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile as the two of you continued down the sidewalk, idle chatter about his latest volleyball match and your newest project filling up the space between the raindrops splashing against the umbrella above you. 

“This isn’t so bad, isn’t it, Y/n-chan?” Kuroo teased, giving your arm a gentle squeeze as he adjusted his hold on the umbrella. 

“Not really,” you admitted, your gaze focusing on his free hand between the two of you. How easy would it be to slide your hand down his arm and take it, despite the fact that you had held hands with him multiple times before? You couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to lace your fingers through his without having to fake a smile for the rest of the school, knowing he couldn’t possibly feel the same towards you. 

You held his arm a little closer to yourself despite the bitter feeling in your chest you couldn’t quite squash down. Even though none of this was real in the end, part of you couldn’t stop wishing it was. 

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Clumsy Coffee

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Clumsy Barista Yoohyeon x fem!reader

word count 2,146

A/N: My goal is to have at least one scenario for each member of Deukae since Gah has one and Sua has 3. If you have any ideas or requests let me know. My requests are still open so it doesn’t have to be Dreamcatcher. Enjoy <3

GIF from 7nsomnia

The bell above the entrance chimes as you cross the threshold for your daily visit. The tantalizing aroma of coffee beans mixed with the sweetness of cakes and pastries in the air feels like home as you make your way to the small line to the cash register. As you look around everything is as it has been on the daily. The many seating options around the small shop that are surprisingly well spaced considering the room provided. 

Then you look to the front to see your favorite barista Choi Yerim at the front making drinks while your classmate Gahyeon takes orders. The person up front moves out of line to wait for their order, now there are only 2 people ahead of you. 

“Coming through!” 

You hear it loud and clear and then your best friend Kim Jiwoo comes bursting through the kitchen doors with a tray of hot cookies in one hand, and a bundt cake in the other. It was funny how you and Jiwoo met at this very café. She had baked the best strawberry strudel you’d ever tasted in your life. When you asked who made it she came out of the kitchen, with maybe the cutest smile you’ve ever seen to this day, and told you to call her Chuu. After that day you became a regular and have been coming here for a year and a half everyday like clockwork. You always ordered something whether you were there to study or just to keep the staff company. 

Honestly, you knew everyone that worked there and they all knew you and your usual order. You would come in and order your favorite coffee, unless you were in the mood for something different, and then cycled through one of Jiwoo’s many delicious desserts.

It was now your turn and Gahyeon visibly lights up like the human lightbulb she is. She’s typing in half of your order before your even situated in front of the register.

“Hey Y/N! What’s the pastry of the day?” Her energy puts you in an amazing mood and you glance over at the case and make your decision.

“I’ll go with a cinnamon roll today. They look extra good for some reason.”

You both startle as you hear a dramatic gasp come from the right of Gahyeon. Of course, it was Chuu being extra about your statement. 

“For some reason?! Did you forget where you are? Did you forget who made it? How dare you Y/N I thought we were friends!” She clutches her imaginary pearls and looks on at you with mock offense. 

Neither you nor Gahyeon can quite tear your eyes away from the dramatic display that just went on before your eyes. She blindly hands you your receipt, unable to get rid of the slightly confused expression brought on by Chuu.

“Sorry?” You just shrug at your friend and shoot Gahyeon a smile before you move to the side to greet Yerim and wait for your order.

“Aye sunshine, how’s it going today?” Yerim glances up at you and smiles before refocusing her gaze on the coffee she’s making.

“Hey Y/N. You know, just another day. We’re pretty slow actually which is good and bad. I hope that means we’ll be slow tomorrow so the poor thing isn’t overwhelmed.” She says the last part in a mumble, like she was talking to herself.

“Who? What’s going on tomorrow?” She seems alarmed at your inquiry before she understands that you heard her.

“Oh! I guess you should know in advance as a regular. We have a new hire and she starts training tomorrow. I’ll be off so Minji will be training her in my place.”

“Ah, well at least it’s Minji. She has a lot of patience and a lot of skill, I’m sure she’ll be fine. Plus you know me I’ll be nice to her.”

Yerim smiles up at you as she’s putting the finishing touches on your coffee and puts your heated cinnamon roll on plate to hand to you.

“It’s not you I’m worried about. It’s the other customers, and Bora’s helping Chuu in the kitchen tomorrow so she’ll likely be hazed.”

The two of you laugh together at the thought of how Bora will see the new girl as fresh meat. You make your way to your favorite window seat and eat quietly while you people watch. --------

You wake up the next morning with a weird feeling that something interesting is going to happen today. You get to the coffee shop at 10:00am sharp as usual. You smell the same smells as always but the sight is a little different. Gahyeon is still at her cashier position from yesterday, but over by the coffee machine Yerim is nowhere to be found. In her place is another one of the best baristas that work here, Minji. It’s the girl right next to her that draws your attention. She’s cute. She’s a little taller than Minji but not by much and she looks nervous, like she could bolt any second. This must be the new girl, you look to her name tag out of curiosity. Yoohyeon, it states bolded in black letters on the silver plated name tag. Her hair is long and brown with blonde streaks in it and you can’t help but think about how well it suits her.

Really, you can’t tell how long you were spaced before Gahyeon squeals your name like she doesn’t see you at this same time every day. You play off your staring at Yoohyeon by moving your eyes to the pastry case as you approach. 

“Hey Gah, hit me with a blueberry danish today.” You look up from the case and smile at her.

“Good choice! They just came out of the oven and Chuu won’t stop bragging about how they taste.” The sound of the kitchen doors makes you laugh since you know it’s your best friend.

“You ordered the blueberry, right? It’s so good Y/N if you don’t love it I’m breaking up with you as my best friend.” When she hears your laughter she puts on a fake pout.

“Kim Jiwoo, you couldn’t survive one day without me.”

She opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water before she huffs and stalks back into the kitchen. All you can really do is just shake your head at her antics. You hand Gahyeon a twenty you tell her to keep the change with a smile and she shows her appreciation with a mega watt smile of her own. This time, when you stand in front of the barista station, Minji is the one to greet you brightly.

“Hey Y/N! I’m having our newbie make your coffee today if that’s alright. Kim Yoohyeon, meet our favorite regular Y/N. Y/N meet Yoohyeon.” Yoohyeon looks startled at the introduction as her eyes alight with recognition like she knows you.

“Ah, hello. It’s nice to meet you Jiwoo and Gahyeon told me a lot about you.” She bows a full ninety degrees as she greets you.

“Oh yeah, Yerim did say someone new was starting today. How’s it going so far?”

You watch as Minji and Yoohyeon glance at one another before Yoohyeon lets out a nervous giggle. 

“Well... it is her first day so it could really be worse.” Minji says while lightly scratching her cheek.

“But don’t worry I’ll make your order perfect!” 

Your laugh is light as you nod, then make your way to your usual window seat to wait. You trust that it may take her a while. 

While your walking away Yoohyeon looks to Minji with wide eyes.

“You guys didn’t tell me that she’s so cute.” It comes out in a whisper for fear that you might hear her.

“Well she is? Sorry, we didn’t really think about it. Here, this is how she likes it. Then when we finish how about you go take it to her.”

Yoohyeon’s eyes almost pop out of her head but she tries to focus in on the task at hand. When the coffee is finished Gahyeon approaches her with a blueberry danish. 

“Here, this is with Y/N’s order. Just a heads up she likes all of her desserts heated except for cakes.”

“O-Oh okay.”

Gahyeon notices the nervous glances Yoohyeon shoots your way and can’t help the smirk tugging at her lips.

“She’s cute, right?” Gahyeon bursts with laughter at the horrified look on Yoohyeon’s face.

“Calm down Yooh, she’s really sweet. I promise she doesn’t bite.”

Yoohyeon calms slightly at the pat that Gahyeon, then Minji land on her back. She takes a deep breath and grabs your coffee and your danish; before she knows it her legs are walking in your direction. Everything goes well until someones’ discarded receipt on the floor suddenly becomes the bane of her existence. 

It happens so fast no one can really register it. No one but you apparently; since you jump from your seat and catch her awkwardly under the arms before your own quickly move to lock around her waist. Your coffee and danish lay on the floor, while Yoohyeon’s whole body leans forward against you. That’s when you both realize that she’s only really standing because of the tight hold you have on her. You’re a bit caught off guard because you didn’t even see how she fell, you just acted but now your closeness is starting to sink in.

“Are you alright?” Your voice is soft against her ear and sends a shiver through her body that you can feel.

You pull away and hold her at arms length checking her over to see if she’s hurt, mistaking the shiver for pain. You’re so focused on checking her for wounds, that you miss the deep red her ears turn. When you meet her eyes you see that she’s chewing on her lip nervously and she’s gone a bit red.

“Hey, it’s okay. Things like this happen on the first day. Don’t stress about it, okay?”

Your smile is just as warm as your words, maybe warmer. When you let her go completely, she bows to you again and apologizes like there is no tomorrow. Then she scurries away back to the barista counter and slams her head on the clean space next to Minji. Gahyeon makes her way over to the mess to clean it up for her and Minji just pats her on the back. Chuu and Bora have their heads peaked through the kitchen door, having seen everything but the fall itself.

“I bet she thinks I’m a loser now.”

“Maybe not, she looks worried over there.” 

Yoohyeon lifts her head up and locks eyes with you. She watches you sigh in relief and smile at her before you return to helping Gahyeon clean up her mess.

“Wait, she’s a customer I should be doing that.” Minji just chuckles at her.

“Told you she was sweet. Maybe you should ask her out.”

“No way, after that display she’d probably laugh in my face.”   

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Every day after that day you return as usual to find Yoohyeon scrambling around. Every day she either drops something, trips, or almost fumbles somebody’s order, but it only worsens when you arrive. Without knowing it or meaning to you make her so nervous she could pass out. She thinks that you might look down on her for being so clumsy; but every day you see her, you like her a little more. 

You have been working up the nerve to confess, until one day you just stay until she clocks out.

“Hey, Yoohyeon. Come sit. I want to talk to you about something.”

Yoohyeon looks at you like a deer caught in headlights but shuffles over and takes a seat anyway. The two of you look at each other for a while before you open your mouth to speak. However, before you even utter a word the most relieving sentence spills from her mouth.

“I like you!” She says it so quick that you almost miss it, and it surprises her so much that she covers her mouth with both hands. Her eyes are wide like they always are when she surprises herself. 

Yoohyeon looks on at you and relaxes a little when a genuine smile spreads across your face.

“Me too. I like you too, Yoohyeon. Do you want to grab dinner with me tonight?”

Another mortified expression. 

“Oh! Well I look like a mess right now I’d need time to go home to shower and change and I-” She stops speaking abruptly when you grab her hand off the table and hold it gently.

“Yoohyeon. It’s 2pm. I was thinking of having dinner more around 6:30. Is that enough time?” Your thumb strokes warm soothing patterns into her soft skin as you speak.

She looks down at your hands with a blush and a smile, then looks back up to meet your eyes and nods. You take note of the cute dimple that appears when she directs her smile at you; and you think that maybe you’ve finally found a prettier smile than your best friend’s.

“It’s a date then.” You tilt your head a little and grin.

“A date.”

[takuyakistall]

i want you | leona kingscholar

summary: you forgot lions had good ears.

tags: fluff..?, slight angst, maybe.

author's notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY U SEXY LION I LOVE UUU

He knew that you wanted someone that wasn't him- someone more kind, gentle, and patient than him. Someone who was the opposite of him, he knew that. He would never change so drastically just for one person in this lifetime so he tried pursuing you as his true self- lazy, arrogant, and selfish. He would never admit it but, he knew that his chances were low and yet he still found himself courting you in a subtle manner. He became somewhat a friend to you and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that he despised it. Oh, how he hated it so much! It was never the impression he wanted to give you- perhaps he's been too nice? He knew how you looked at other men, admiration seeping from your expression. It made his heart feel like it's being squeezed by your gentle hands. He hated how he became such a fool- foolish enough to fall for someone whom he knew he didn't have a chance with. Yes, he was an arrogant lion. It was unusual for him to think about these trails of thoughts about not having a chance, it can't be helped. His whole body and mind was a mess because of you. He hated it.

It was his birthday. It wasn't unusual for him to stay inside the school grounds during this time of the month, he didn't want to go back to his country to celebrate his birthday, it felt too uncomfortable for him. So the Savanaclaw dorm members decided to bring it to their own hands to give their dearest dorm leader a birthday celebration. Lying down on his bed, he stared at his ceiling. Night already fell but the party outside his room didn't seem like it was going to stop any soon. You told Leona that you were meeting someone today, and you would be late to the party. Leona's face scrunched up when he recalled your happy expression, were you having fun with someone else right now? He expected you to be late but it was a bit too late for his liking- and we know that he isn't exactly the most patient person out there. His mood took a sour turn as he turned to lie down on his side, he wasn't really feeling it today. The loud music and shouting outside were irritating, yet he made no effort to spoil their fun. It was somewhat a special day after all, he'll let them be for now. He heard his door swing open, his ears perked up.

"Leona…? Sorry for being so late, I hope you're not too angry with me." It was you. Even if he didn't turn around to see your form, he could always recognize your scent and the sound of your voice. He was glad that you actually came and didn't forget about him, but when he turned around to meet your eyes- he was greeted by your trembling form and teary eyes. Shit, you were crying. His first instinct was to stand up immediately and approach you- he really didn't know how to react but he asked you the important question. "Who did this to you?" The calmness of his voice scared you when you got a good glimpse of his face. He was furious, he looked ready to murder someone and that wasn't very reassuring of him but it showed that he at least cared- and that was all you need. Your legs gave in and you fell to the ground, had it not been for Leona standing close to you, you would've gotten your head hit by the bedframe and things would get ugly. "Oi! Are you okay!?" Leona's voice was panicky as he held you in his arms.

You were paired up with someone from your class for a project about a certain plant you couldn't quite remember the name of- perhaps it was a black lotus or…? Gah, nevermind. What matters is that apparently, the only way to bloom one of those plants are emotions- they feed on emotions. The stronger they are, the faster they grow. And so you and your partner decided to go out on a little date- he had an ulterior motive when he asked you out and yet you had no idea so without hesitation, you agreed. "Hey, what if we tell stories about ourselves to each other? Maybe that'll bring out some strong emotions and this project will be a breeze!" It seemed so harmless- the idea was harmless. Your partner knew that you had a little crush on Leona- and oh wow, He was in Savanaclaw too! You could probably guess where this is going now. The both of you asked the other with some small questions until-

"Hey, do you have some kind of crush on our dorm leader or something?" The sudden question took you aback, you thought you'd been discreet about that! How could someone possibly know of your silly little crush on the lion? You didn't respond to his question but your face said all the answers he needed to hear. His mouth curled up into a smirk, "You should give up."

"Eh…?" You didn't expect to hear these words from your partner- in such a cold tone no less. Your heart fell. Give.. up…? Were you hearing him correctly? How could he possibly say those words to you- your hands felt hot and sweaty as your vision blurred. Your partner glanced at the flower the both of you were raising and smirked when he saw it rising in a rapid speed. 'Good, Let's keep this up.'

"That's right. There's no way I could see Leona-senpai dating someone- a commoner no less. I think his love life is already set in stone because he's a prince, who knows? He might be marrying a foreign princess soo-" You slapped him before he could finish that sentence. Tears were falling uncontrollably and your face was flushed with embarrassment and shame. You noticed that something was off the moment he smiled- it was the plant. You glanced at it and your hunch was right, it was blooming at a rapid pace because of your turbulent emotions. "I can't believe you!" You ran off, with a tear stained face.

"No, I'm not okay." You didn't feel that well, you were mentally drained and your emotions were a mess. Leona could hear the crack in your voice. Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you wholly. "I know I'm not the person you want, but I'm here for you." Those words sent shivers down your spine, what made him think that way? You wanted him. You wanted him with your whole being- you longed to be with him. The subtle hints you dropped for him- did he not notice it? You tried to make Leona loosen his grip on you for a moment to look him in the eye, the fireworks outside was booming as the dorm members shouted in awe. You don't know if he could hear you with all the noises outside, but you needed to tell him- "I love you. You're the one I want." There was one thing you forgot though- lions had a good sense of hearing.

Leona's eyes widened before smirking- he was ecstatic. He leaned down to whisper into your ear in his low voice- "How do you think this ends?" And he trapped your lips with his in a passionate kiss.

[deadlyglacier]

20 Questions tag~

I was tagged by @mythicamagic thank you senpai~<3

How many works do you have on AO3?

40 right now, plus 1 that is still hidden because of the SOFA Exchange event.  (I’m still a lil fish.)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

486,920!  That’s so amazing to me!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

InuYasha - A Feudal Fairytale (18)

FullMetal Alchemist (18)

Mass Effect Trilogy (3)

Let’s Play (Webtoon) (1)

Kingdom Hearts (1) But I hope to write for many more fandoms in the future!  I have ideas for fics for Castlevania, Skyrim, Fallout 4, Last of Us Part II, and more!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1.  Stardust FemShep/Garrus, Mass Effect Trilogy, Rated Explicit. A retelling of the Shepard/Vakarian love story, with lots (and LOTS) of sexiness, from Garrus' point of view. Starts from before the Omega-4 and will end sometime after the end of ME3. Trying to stay as true to the game as possible, while adding some things happening off camera and a new ending.

#2.  Flamingo Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit Kagome's method of beating the summer heat attracts a certain demon lord...

#3.  Hawk Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit Kagome and Sesshomaru discover they have a mutual attraction for each other after a battle and a slight comedic incident brings them together. At first their relationship seems entirely sexual, but eventually evolves into something real. What will this romance mean for Naraku? Or even the future?  *TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHAPTER 6! MAJOR VIOLENCE AND TRAGEDY* Very, very loosely based on "A Mere Digression" by elle6778

#4.  Daisy Sam/Charles, Let’s Play, Rated Mature Sam wakes up somewhere unfamiliar with a splitting headache with no memory of the night before. Takes place right after the S2 finale.  First chapter was my prediction for what would happen next, and then three other “wishful thinking” chapters happened, lol.

#5.  Chemistry Ed/Winry, FullMetal Alchemist, Rated Mature A look at how the relationship between Ed and Winry developed after Brotherhood ended.  Cute, sweet, funny, and hot (eventually—y'all that know me know I gotta have some NSFW in there).

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to respond to everyone, especially when a fic of mine has just been posted, but sometimes I just forget.  If I haven’t responded to your comment, please know it’s just because I’m a big dumb and forgot!  I love getting comments, and I reread them all the time!  I just feel like there’s a time limit to when I can respond to them--if I let too much go by, it’s awkward if I reply.  Gah, but that’s just me getting in my own head, I guess.  I’ll do better!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oof, definitely Psychology, a fic I wrote for RoyEdOTPoly this year.  The prompt I got was dark, and I didn’t see any way around an angsty ending.  Read at your own risk!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Well, aside from the last fic, I try to write happy endings for all my fics!  But, if I have to name names, I’m torn between Zoology (another FullMetal Alchemist fic, RoyEd, for RoyEdOTPoly this year) and Stardust (my Mass Effect fic, which is long, but so worth it, in my opinion).  Both are very fluffy in the end!

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Argh...  I don’t really like crossovers, to be honest.  I actively avoid them when looking for fics to read.  But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of writing them myself.  (I’m a total hypocrite, I know.)  I had an idea for an Inuyasha x The Sims fic, years ago, that I never did anything with.  The premise was basically Inuyasha and Kagome would get trapped in the game somehow (via the jewel or magic or something), and they’d be controlled by Souta, Kagome’s friends, Hojo--all sorts of different people who think the fact that Kagome and Inuyasha are in the game is just some kind of silly mod.  I probably won’t write it, so if anyone is interested in that crazy idea, have at it!  You have my blessing. <3 I also have a crazy crossover idea for what I call an “Ultimate OT3″ of mine that I’ve mentioned to my friends, but I haven’t actually written down yet:  Sesshomaru/Alucard/Sebastian Michaelis.  So be on the lookout for that!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I wouldn’t call it “hate” so much as “mansplaining,” but I have gotten a couple of comments that made my eyebrow twitch on Stardust--both on AO3 and FFN.  Just dudes (and I’m fairly certain they were dudes, just from their tone) trying to explain why a certain plot twist wouldn’t work, or tell me how to save Sidonis in the actual game (which I already knew, that person just didn’t read what I wrote). I’ve also gotten a comment on one of my more controversial fics, Hippology, on FFN, where the person asked me if I thought my summary was K-Rated (which, admittedly, it does need to be for the site, and mine wasn’t--because of a single word).  I changed it and messaged them saying it was fixed.  Going to that commenter’s profile, however, proved to be fairly enlightening...  They’re nuts.  They have another profile, too.  Read at your own risk.  Yikes. There’s also a team of people on FFN who make it their life’s mission to report stories with rule violations.  I’ve gotten a comment from one of them as well.  These people are not mods, they just like to pretend they are--one of them even made their name look official!  “CU Administration,” gtfo dude. I also recently got one of my fics removed from FFN.  It wasn’t even one of my sexiest ones!  They put me in timeout for 48 hours, and when I was finally able to publish something new on the site again, I posted Hippology (my centaur smut), and it’s still up as I type this.  (Wonder how long it’ll take them to notice?)  And since the fic that got taken down was a SessKag fic, I’m thinking it might have been a petty SessRinner who reported it to the “authorities” of FFN, because another friend of mine got hers taken down not long after mine, and it was also SessKag.  Just my tinfoil theory, anyway!

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, yes, yes.  It’s practically all I write.  I do all sorts of smut, from romantic, sensual stuff, to specific kinks, to monsterfucking--all that good stuff.  Can’t change me~<3

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so.  No one has asked me if they can translate one, anyway.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet!  I’m open to the idea, and I’ve had little discussions with my fic-writing buddies about it, but nothing’s come out of it just yet.  Keep your eyes peeled!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh, now come on!  I can’t pick just one!  But I’ll give you a top 3 (in no particular order, because they change places a lot, depending on how obsessed I am with them at the moment). Inuyasha:  Sess/Kag FullMetal Alchemist:  Roy/Ed Mass Effect:  Garrus/FemShep

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a couple of stories that I deleted from my original FFN account that I’d like to re-write and re-post on AO3, but I don’t think I’ll ever get around to it.  There were a couple of Inu/Kag fics I had in-progress, and then a Koug/Kag fic.  I recently rewrote and reposted my SessKag fic from years ago, Hawk, on FFN, AO3, and Dokuga!  So maybe all hope isn’t lost.  I’m even writing a sequel for Hawk! All the stories I have in-progress right now I plan on finishing.  At some point, lol.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, without a doubt.  It’s my favorite thing to write, aside from smut, of course--which is another strength of mine.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions, ugh.  I try to do them well, but I always feel like they get stale.  So I keep them somewhat vague, because in my mind, I think readers will fill in the gaps themselves whether you describe something immaculately or not--they’ll see what they want to see, and that is totally fine in my book!  Or maybe I’m just making excuses, lol.  I’ll only describe something in a lot of detail if I want the reader to focus on that--usually an outfit, accessory, or weapon--otherwise, I leave it up to their imagination (I don’t want manipulate it too much, I suppose).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Wildly unnecessary unless that author speaks the language as well, or if certain words already exist in the fandom’s translations (ex. “youkai,” “alkahestry,” etc).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha, and the fic(s) I wrote in the beginning were terrible.  I want to burn all traces of them off the face of the earth.  I was in middle school.  I was young and stupid.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I gotta go with Stardust.  It’s the longest fic I’ve ever completed at more than 160k words.  I was so immensely proud when I typed “The End,” and I was able to say to myself “I did it.”

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