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thebenjiblackwoodexpress · 6 months ago

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Jump then fall prt.2

Playlist;

Strong- One Direction

Fearless- Taylor Swift

If I Could Tell Her- Ben Platt, Laura Dreyfuss

Disclaimer: Victoria here with some more content for the handsome Bracken because Elizabeth loves him and there aren't enough oneshots.

Description: Aeron resolves to woo his lady with a newfound confidence, but his plans are thrown into disarray by an unwanted betrothal.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: female reader. Insecurities over stereotypical gender norms. Mention of events that happen in Fire and Blood (writing in italics is a direct passage and belongs to George R.R. Martin). Misguided Rhaenyra slander. I don't think there's anything else.

Several weeks had passed since Aeron and Y/N had rekindled their friendship, resuming the old pastimes of their childhood. A chill in the air, gently rusting the golden leaves of the Brackentree, signalled the end of the summer months and the oncoming of Autumn. The days grew shorter, but as the sun began to wane into the soft glow of a sunset a young knight and lady could still be found enclosed within the roots of the tree, the lady leaning over the shoulder of the young knight to get a closer look at the tome he was reading from.

'The accomplishments of king Jahaerys I Targaryen are almost too many to enumerate. Chief among them, in the view of most students of history, are the long period of peace and prosperity that marked his time upon the Iron Throne.'

'It is a poor king who wages battle against his own Lords and leaves his own kingdom burned, bloody, and strewn with corpses.'

'Why did you stop reading?

Aeron had tried to persevere through the passage on the reign of King Jahaerys and Queen Alysanne, aware that it was a favourite of Y/N's as a young girl. He knew that she loved the romance of their union, of their undying devotion to one another, to choosing one another as partner and consort despite the opposition from their parents and advisors. But theirs was also a reign of unprecedented peace and prosperity, one which set an example to future rulers that had never been more pertinent than now as fractious tensions had turned to full out warfare between The Black's and The Greens. News of the young Prince Jacaerys's murder had spread like wildfire throughout the Riverlands, serving to ignite the long held tensions between the Blackwoods and Brackens as sides were chosen and battle lines were drawn.

Aeron had been appalled at the infanticide, and could not understand how anyone could side with a queen so depraved that she would resort to such an act of violence against an innocent, against her own blood. The act had stirred in him a fury he had never before felt and he was gladdened to hear of his Lord uncle's decision to swear fealty to the true king Aegon Targaryen. And yet he feared the consequences of this declaration, felt the palpable repercussions of the violence that would surely follow, not just in the Riverlands but with a reach that would surely see the whole realm thrown into a war between competing factions and dragons as the House of The Dragon determined to tear itself apart.

Despite all of these thoughts swirling in his mind as he read from the Maestors' histories, it was the gentle graze of Y/Ns hair tickling his face and neck as she leant over his shoulder, a hand lightly placed atop his back to steady herself, that had caused him to stop abruptly with a sharp intake of breath. For Y/N it appeared to have been easy to fall back into their old past times and resume their friendship, for him it had not been so simple, not when he desired not just her friendship but her love. Y/N seemed to have no problem at all with their close proximity, but it set Aeron's skin on fire.

"The sky grows dark. We have tarried too long and the night shall soon be upon us. I would not have you so close to the border with those Blackwood broads about when darkness falls. Let us set aside Jahaerys and Alysanne for today" he reasoned, though did at once realise the truth of his observation, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a shadow over the page he had been reading.

With a small huff, which Aeron found adorable, Y/N removed herself from Aeron's shoulder and rose from the root on which she perched, fixing her skirts as she did so before offering her hand to Aeron to help him up. Not entirely trusting her balance to support his weight, he nevertheless accepted her proferred hand as he pushed himself up. Content at the way in which her smaller hand seemed to fit perfectly in his, he held her gaze and hand longer than was strictly necessary, though Y/N either did not seem to notice or mind.

"May I walk you home?"

"My father should still be with Lord Bracken, they have had much to discuss of late with war looming." Y/N's brows furrowed into an uncharacteristic frown that Aeron immediately wanted to smooth.

"Then we should return to Bracken Hall together" Aeron replied, offering his arm out to her. No sooner had Y/N entwined her arm with his than they both felt heavy rain drops splatter atop their heads through the gaps in the branches of the Brackentree.

"We must make haste" Y/N shouted to Aeron over the cacophony of the now pouring rain, dropping his arm to grab his hand and forcibly drag him away from the tree and towards his ancestral seat. They both broke into a run as the rain grew heavier and the wind rose up in gales, Y/N breaking into laughter and playfully grinning at Aeron. Bracken Hall was half a mile's journey and by the time they burst through the front doors they were both soaked to the bone. Aeron found that he hardly cared, blessed with the sound of Y/N's laughter and the comforting weight of her hand still in his as they both tried to catch their breath.

"You cannot face your Lord Uncle in such a manner good knight, you shall be Lord Bracken one day too" Y/N joked, reaching up on tiptoe to brush locks of Aeron's hair that had stuck to his face in the downpour out of his eyes, tenderly tucking a rueful piece behind his ear. Aeron's heart seemed to stop for a moment before continuing to beat with resounding thuds he feared she could hear beating out of his chest due to her closeness, feeling her breath fan across his face. Aeron's mother had loved to brush his long hair in his childhood, always stroking his head tenderly before bed and calling him her sweet boy, a moment of affection he sorely missed after her untimely death, followed shortly by that of his father's when he was but 10 years of age. He had kept it long ever since, knowing it had been her preference and Y/N had similarly expressed her love of his hair even as a girl, always threatening to thrash him if he should ever cut it and begging him to let her braid it. He sometimes even acquiesced to her request. He gazed down at her in awe, unknowingly lowering his head slightly for her to reach as she continued to brush it into place.

A cough echoed throughout the entrance hall as a Bracken bannerman called to them "Ser Aeron, Lord Bracken requests your presence immediately in the great Hall." Y/N quickly dropped her hands, stepping away from him then as if embarassed. Aeron bemoaned the loss of contact but shifted to address the knight "Thank you, I will be there forthwith." Turning back towards Y/N to give her a small bow, he took her hand to bestow a gentle kiss atop before meeting her eyes. Noticing a light dusting of pink upon her cheeks, the corner of Aeron's mouth tipped up in a smile of renewed confidence. "I must attend to my duties tomorrow and expect to spend the day in the training yard. May I request your presence? I am certain your support would bring me good luck."

Smiling up at him through her lashes she upturned his hand, dropping a thin strip of lavender ribbon embellished with lace and closing his palm over their entwined hands. "I will gladly come to cheer you on my good knight and will also offer you my favour in anticipation of your victories." Y/N's eyes shone with mirth but Aeron could not but feel his heart soar at her actions. He had never had to prove himself to her, in her eyes he had always been her good knight. "I shall wear it with pride then" he replied, briefly squeezing both of her hands and pocketing her favour before striding down, wont to keep his uncle waiting for long.

Aeron hacked at a training dummy, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, strands of hair falling into his eyes from where he had tied it earlier that morning. With every blow he imagined the face of his uncle, fully aware of how petulant his thoughts would seem to others but entirely unable to suppress his anger. He should have sensed something was amiss when he was summoned immediately upon his return to Bracken Hall, should have guessed at it when, upon entering the Great Hall where his uncle took council meetings, all heads turned sharply in his direction, his uncle fixing him with a stare so resolute and focused it alarmed him. Aside from appointing Aeron a knight, his uncle had always seemed to look straight through him.

Aeron did not stay long, storming out of the room shortly afterwards, but what his uncle had said rang in his mind even now, that he was to marry one of Lord Tully's daughters, sleep having granted him no relief from his inner turmoil. He could understand the political soundness of the match. Both House Blackwood and House Bracken wore sworn vassals to Lord Tully but their Lord paid no heed to their constant skirmishes, lending support to neither side in their frequent land disputes. With war looming across the realm as the Blacks and Greens summoned their bannermen to arms, it was critical now more than ever that their liege Lord Tully grant the Brackens his support. A marriage pact would ensure this, binding their houses together in blood.

This did not mean that Aeron accepted the match. At one time he would have been pleased to do his duty and, gods willing, wipe the perpetually smug smirk off Benjicot Blackwood's face, loyal as he was to his house. But he was also sure that he could not marry the Tully girl when his heart belonged to another. It was not a fate either of them deserved. He immediately resolved to perform his duty another way, pleading with his uncle to reconsider. He would gladly fight for his house and swear his sword to Aegon's cause, but he would not pledge his heart to any other but Y/N, the lady he loved.

"What did that dummy ever do to you?"

Aeron was jolted out of his thoughts and incessant attacks on the now unrecognisable straw dummy in front of him by the voice of his friend Samwell. Bristling at Aeron's lack of response, Samwell scoffed "I'm surprised you can even get that thing up."

Aeron grinned "Well enough for killing Blackwoods."

"Good, then turn your focus to a more worthy opponent" Samwell shot back, sword quickly withdrawn as the two knights began to circle one another. As the two crossed blades Aeron spotted the unmistakable figure of Y/N entering the training yard, watching her progress as she pushed herself up to perch on a fence overlooking the yard. Dazed by her sweetness in keeping her promise to come and support him, Samwell took advantage of his moment of distraction. He levelled a blow to Aeron's abdomen that had him doubling over and gasping for breath. Embarassed that Y/N had most assuredly borne witness to his fumble, Aeron swung his sword with renewed vigour, choosing to stay on the offensive rather than defensive this time.

Pushing Samwell further back with each parry of his sword until he was stumbling over his own feet in his haste to block his blows, Aeron brought his sword in a downwards motion over his opponent's before swiftly bringing it back up in a circular motion to wrench it from Samwell's grip. With a harsh clang as his sword hit the ground, Samwell was disarmed to the cheers of their fellow knights who had gathered to watch the two spar. Aeron quickly sheathed his sword, stalking over to Y/N whilst ignoring his friends' teasing jeers at his lovesick proclivities and hoping beyond all hope that Y/N would ignore the fiends too.

Stopping directly in front of Y/N's perch, her knees almost brushing his tunic as he looked up at her, Aeron attempted to fix her with a charming grin.

"What did you think?"

Y/N smiled down at him and Aeron felt sure she must hang the stars in the sky each night.

"You don't have to prove yourself to me Aeron, you never have. But for what it's worth, I think you every bit the knight I know you aspire to be. Your skills with the sword are admirable indeed."

Aeron did not say anything immediately but stared at Y/N in wonder, rejoicing to hear that she thought him a worthy knight when he himself had often doubted it. Y/N broke the silence first, clearing her throat and pointing at the lilac ribbon tied to his sword belt...her lilac ribbon.

"Although, perhaps it is my favour which granted you victory today and I am owed some credit."

Aeron laughed heartily at her teasing, though she could not guess at the veracity of her claim. He had no doubt that it was the image and thought of her, the strength of his desire to impress her, that had spurred him forward to best Samwell.

"I am sure your favour was instrumental to my success on the field my lady. I needn't confess to you that the sword has never been my strong suit and my aversion to the life of a warrior has long vexed my uncle. The Riverlands are no place for the soft of heart he has always assured me."

Aeron could not help the tinge of insecurity that laced his voice as Y/N's eyebrows furrowed.

"Reluctance to spill blood is not a fault" she protested.

"That may be so, but alas it is yet perceived as a sign of great cowardice among my order.'

Y/N's expression turned suddenly very serious, her hair falling gracefully around her shoulders to form a curtain around the both of them as she bent her face closer to his and he tilted his upwards to meet hers, their noses close to touching.

"You cannot be brave if you have not first felt fear. What is courage but the willingness to tackle your fears face on? You have double the bravery of any knight driven by unadulterated bloodlust with no regard for human life. I do not wish you to think of yourself so harshly." Y/N lightly swatted Aeron's shoulder as if scolding him for daring to think less of himself than she did, but her tone was earnest. Catching her hand in his before she could retract it entirely, Aeron placed a chaste kiss upon it, devotedly grazing his lips over her knuckles.

"Thank you Y/N." He spoke softly, gazing into her eyes, trying to express with his eyes what he had always found difficult with words, to show her how much her words had meant to him.

Y/N briefly brushed her fingers over his cheekbone in an affectionate gesture that pierced his soul before shifting to lower herself from her perch. Aeron quickly wrapped his hands around her waist and lowered her to the ground, maintaining a light hold on her to request that they meet again on the morrow.

As he came to meet her at their habitual spot the next day, he was momentarily dumbstruck as he spotted Y/N, bedecked in an ochre gown the shade of his house colours. Mind racing, it was with concerted effort that he managed to stay rooted to the ground rather than rush to offer himself to her in marriage. How could he tell her that he loved her now? When he was still tied to the Tully girl. No, he resolved to wait until he had resolved the matter of his betrothal for he was determined, now more than ever, that he would win Y/N's love and that she should become his lady wife to bear the sigil of his house along with his house colours as Lady Bracken.

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thuganomxcs · 2 months ago

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𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | @sleetsong | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

This was a point of contention now between them. & while her mother wasn't home most of the time & it was usually ok for Yusuke to be over---dropping in without the warning days ago is what started all of this. Her mother had….opinions; opinions stemming from a person who had not met Yusuke & only had the impression of what she saw. Ami did not care for those opinions & while she tried to keep from arguing, it got to the point where she couldn't stand hearing anymore. They fought. They never fought. Passive as she was, Ami couldn't stand the slander. She didn't take it from anyone regarding him & she wouldn't take it from her own parent regarding him. The ugliness that left her caused Ami to quake. Everything was a blur but before she knew it, the dust settled & adrenaline began to wear off. She took a seat in the swing, the same swing that he was in when she first met him. It was almost poetic. Slender finger struggled to type the cry for help. But, what was she to do? [ Yusuke ✉️ ]: Yusuke. Apologies for bothering you so late. But…I didn't know what else to do. [ Yusuke ✉️ ]: Can we meet somewhere please? Please don't pull yourself from any other engagements. It's ok if you can't.

“I’m tellin’ you. Those stories of this Urameshi kid are just that: STORIES.” Said one of the first-year high schoolers living in a large park within one of the public parks, a place where the middle schoolers often hung out doing homework, play a game of basketball and whatnot. However, because of Yusuke’s public absences due to his duty as a spirit detective most of these ‘territories’ were taken by the older teenagers, even Kuwabara’s gang were lacking because their boss was practically an unofficial deputy of Yusuke’s on his supernatural job. BUT, today was different for the middle schoolers.

━━ ❝ 𝐎𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? ❞ The sound of one cocky middle schooler rang out. Head to toe in his Green gakuran, hair in a slicked pompadour, and last but not least a lit cigarette between his lips.

“B-boss I think that’s him..” One of the highschooler’s lackeys spoke out with certain fear in his voice.

The taller first-year spat the toothpick towards the side and stood up, towering Yusuke 6’0 to his measly 5’5. “All I see is a punk with booth to big for his fucking feet.” The first-year spoke up towards Yusuke.

“That’s the kinda smack I like t’ hea-” There was a tone coming from his pocket accompanied by a vibration. Judging by the tone it wasn’t the group chat..judging by the time of day Keiko would have been FAR too busy with her parents, Kuwabara catching up with homework or at the arcade, Botan just showed up which meant it was probably Ami. “Hold that thought.” He picked out his phone and unlocks the screen and discovered Ami is the source of the alert.

“Can you believe this kid?!” The first-year spoke out and forcefully grabbed Yusuke by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to intimate him..little GOOD that did for him.

“Ptuh.” The sound of Yusuke spitting his cigarette out of his mouth in such a way that the lit portion swiftly crashed into the taller boy’s eye causing him to step back, letting Yusuke go to comfort his eye as screams left his lips.

“Son of a-” Said Yusuke as he used his own cellphone as a weapon, bashing it in the other’s face repeatedly until the shattered glass from the screen caused enough damage to cut the other’s cheek a few times over until the screen itself was just black. The other highschoolers of course lunges after Yusuke to avenge their leader but of course Yusuke had made quick work out of them as well, punches and kicks were shared until every student was laid out on the floor unconscious. From there Yusuke began confiscating cell phones and took one model that CLOSELY resembled his own…at the very least Ami wouldn’t question where he got it. He inserted his own sim card and restarted the device as he texted her in return.

TEXT: My bad Ami,ws dealin’ with rats.

“Wait..late?” He looked up at the sky to see the sunset that he IMAGINED in the sky was star-filled instead. “Shit..she’s gonna kill me when she sees I’m still in my uniform..” OH WELL, it looks like she’s troubled.

TEXT: Let’s meet up at our ramen place. I’m close by so I’ll meet you there. “Oh yeah, if I see ANY ONE of you bastards in here t’morrow then this ass kickin’s gonna seem like a trip t’ the amusement park.” Yusuke spoke as he sprints away towards their meeting place.

#❛ mail ━━ when i rush make your butt pucker the fuck up.#sleetsong

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yuri-is-online · 2 years ago

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Cat Got Your Tongue? (MMO AU: Leona Kingscholar x Reader)

Master Post for AU: (x) please read for overview and links to other parts.

a/n: Sure Leona says he doesn't like video games but this is my blog and I choose the au. I ended up having to re-write this because the original premise wasn't working but this fits Leona's vibe a bit better. Side note, but I am thinking I'll probably write a sort of part 2 for each of these once I am finished with each of the main "routes" since there was some stuff I wanted to include in this fic but cut because it didn't flow.

notes: They/Them pronouns used for Yuu, loosely inspired by Love is Hard for Otaku and crappy otome games, Leona is a junior and Yuu is a freshman in American college years, some mild Ruggie slander? (he's hustlin and bustlin) Not a lot of gaming in this one sorry.

Sometimes Leona really hates having a functioning brain. Maybe if he had been born comatose his family would have taken time to understand him. Hell maybe he would have understood them. And maybe, maybe if he’d been a bit more stupid, a bit more happy, a bit more inspiring and a bit less morose, someone would have looked his way.

Someone. His bright green eyes settle on a desk strategically chosen in the furthest shadows of the classroom where someone sits. They’re tired, fighting against the eight am death sentence of a class to stay awake and take notes. Nose always at the grindstone with so little in the way of reward, just like always. Sometimes he wonders if they’ve ever noticed his gaze, it’s been on them for a long time creating a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he’d gladly brush off as disgust to Ruggie when pushed. Not that Ruggie ever pushed hard over something he wasn’t getting paid for and he had enough sense not to laugh at Leona to his face. They both knew it was worry. It was written all over his face and twitching through his tail, they look up to meet his heavy gaze and twitch. A smile works its way to his face involuntarily as he closes his eyes.

He is getting tired of waiting.

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[FC] <Tempura Kun> I STG IM GONNA KERMIT A FELONY

[FC] <Granny Smith> fr?

[FC] <Granny Smith> where we pullin up?

[FC] <Tempura Kun> whatever hole my Algebra TA crawled out of this morning

[FC] <Granny Smith> we pullin out (´×ω×`)

[FC] <Tempura Kun> （πーπ）

[FC] <Tempura Kun> real brave

[FC] <Tempura Kun> ur such a big man

[FC] <Granny Smith> HEY

[FC] <Granny Smith> I thirst for the glory of combat not suicide

[FC] <Gloomy Samurai> whisper or get in a linkshell if you’re just going to bitch and braid each other’s hair

You smother your screams with a pillow as your discord lights up with a call from Epel, which you answer quickly enough it barely gets a chance to ring.

“Just not yer day, huh?” Epel sighs sympathetically, but you know he’s making that stupid smug face of his. “Whatcha do this time?”

“I accidentally gave Dr. Crewel some paperwork dad had me working on and when I tried to explain that to Leona, he laughed at me before I got it all out.” Epel whistles.

“Did you get the papers back?”

“Yeah.” You glare at your monitor as you settle into your desk chair. “Would have been nice to keep my dignity though.” Epel has enough sense to not to tease you more, just inviting you to a party and shooting a message to the guild to see if anyone is up for running a few dungeons while you stew in your frustrations, squishing your pillow and try to avoid reflecting on your day. Realistically speaking it wasn’t that bad. You’ve been pretty lucky in life compared to some people, as your adoptive father is so keen to remind you, he is very generous. He’s paying for you to go to a good school (that he works for so he’s actually just paying for books), he let you keep Grim when pretty much every other foster family you were placed with tried to get rid of him, and you have a pretty solid group of friends left over from highschool. But still, you like to think you have a right to complain about things, what sort of father makes his kid go through zoning laws under the guise of “father child bonding time”? And what sort of teacher’s assistant says that’s not his problem and snarks about taking off points of your actual homework?

Leona Kingscholar apparently, it’s his idea of a joke. By the day after tomorrow he’ll be back to his lazy self, slapping a half assed grade on your homework with a bunch of snarky commentary that’s surprisingly helpful when you go to amend your notes. Assuming he doesn’t hijack your table in the library to take a nap first. He’s a pain in your ass, and the worst part is you really don’t know why. Leona’s a junior, you think anyway, and outside of his job as a teacher’s assistant you don’t have any shared classes. Epel plays on the Spelldrive team, talks him up pretty much every chance he gets, so you guess he’s pretty good at that if nothing else. Maybe he’s mad at you on Epel’s behalf? He invites you to their games sometimes, but you never go because you’re too afraid of the crowds. The thought makes you huff in frustration as Rex and Snake join your party and begin bickering about what to que for; that’s between you and Epel, what’s his captain got to say about any of that? What does he want to do, show off?

[FC] <Snake Whisper> Tempura you still good to heal? Gran said you were stressed.

[FC] <Tempura Kun> I’ll stress more if I make you heal lol

[FC] <Tempura Kun> Thanks for asking <3

[FC] <Snake Whisper> σ(^○^)

[FC] <Snake Whisper> You’re good

You stretch and do your best to pop your neck.

Vivat Rex >> You shouldn’t stress about making him heal if you’re tired. It’s ok to take a break.

Tempura Kun >> lol I like heals I’ll be good promise

Tempura Kun >> ty for worrying tho <3 <3

Vivat Rex >> <3 ofc can’t have our only competent heals falling over dead

Tempura Kun >> HA i’m telling Nautilus u said that

Vivat Rex >> (^_~) punk ass bitch deserves it

The instance cuts off your reply and you settle into your chair determined to enjoy the hour and a half you set aside for yourself today before you have to go back to being an overworked unpaid student. Before you have to go back to trying to convince your friend Ruggie that you have a friend named Rex who is real and not a figment of your imagination that lives in your computer caused by dehydra- wait. Your eye twitches settling on the date and time mocking you from the lower right of your second monitor.

“Epel.”

“Hm?”

“I need you to go wall to wall or I’m gonna be late for work.”

~~~

“Finally.” Ruggie gives an exaggerated stretch as he yawns. You sigh to yourself in relief that he isn’t too upset that you’re a few minutes late, you know Ruggie’s a busy guy from the few closing shifts you’ve worked together. He’s one of the few people you feel actually respects your situation, if the side hustles he kicks your way are anything to go by anyway. You’d hate for him to think you’re ungrateful for his help. “I’m practically dead on my feet here, took you long enou-” You pause in tying your apron, unsure of why he’s staring into you so disapprovingly you almost swear he’s been replaced by Leona. Almost. His signature laugh is too unique.

“Stuff it.” You scowl and his laughter gets louder and it’s a wonder his tail doesn’t knock any of the cigarettes off the back counter shelves.

“Oh you look disgusting.” He fishes his phone out of his back pocket as he clocks out, checking it just out of your view as you try to salvage your pride and settle into your seat.

“You don’t look so hot yourself either.”

“Yeah at least I don’t look like a truck hit me and backed up to make sure it finished the job.” He looks somewhat serious for a brief second. “When was the last time you actually ate food?”

“Before I came here?”

“Instant noodles don't count.” Your silence is speaking volumes you don’t have the strength to combat and Ruggie sighs.

“I know I’m one to talk, but you should really get some rest.” His lips quirk into a grin for half a second, quick enough to have missed if you had blinked as if he remembered something amusing. “Unless you’re angling for someone to force you.”

“Like a health professional? You know the old crow will just look for a second opinion.” Ruggie lightly flicks your shoulder while he continues to focus on his phone on the way out the door.

“You mean thirty-second.” He doesn’t even look up to say goodbye. “Well I’m out! Try not to scare off the customers.” If you had to regularly interact with customers you would not have taken this shift. Epel had given you a hard time about that, something about personal safety being more important than sanity.

[FC] <Granny Smith> not what I said

[FC] <Granny Smith> u should at least have someone visit when ur alone on shift

And you did sometimes. Ace likes to drop by after practice, and Epel hadn’t said that with the intention of not showing up himself. Jack and Deuce probably would have visited even if you were on a daylight shift, not that Jack would ever admit to checking up on you outloud. But it was still very much only a sometimes thing, not that they didn’t care or worry they just had lives. Most of your time at the convenience store was spent alone scrolling through magicam on your phone, only looking up to ring up a hoard of energy drinks for whoever was just as tired as you were. Though maybe not today, Rex had tried to convince you to just call out. He always does, complaining about how he’d have to run things with Nautilus now, but he might have had a point today. The chair you and Ruggie snuck behind the counter is not remotely comfortable but you swear it feels like a cloud. You tried to focus on your magicam feed, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about the fan art Gloomurai posted of the First Fantasia Knight Commander. If anything it just made you sleepier, like he was personally inviting you to take a nap on his lap or something. Your eyes shut and your phone drops out of your hand. When you finally wake up you swear it has only been a minute at most but the smug look of your customer suggests otherwise.

“Morning sunshine.” Leona looks painfully out of place in this shitty college convenience store. The dingey, twitching light barely bounces off his hair and you swear his clothes have to cost more than all the electronic equipment in the place combined, maybe even more than your computer back home. An odd thought to have, he’s literally just wearing the same kind of athleisure wear you had been wearing almost twenty minutes ago while gaming, but you recognize the branding on that shirt from a rant Ruggie went on a month ago. Something about wondering why anyone would pay that much money to leave the house looking stupid in cheetah print. “Are you even listening to me?” Leona drawls, lazy and the slightest bit disappointed, he has been talking to you since you woke up you belatedly realize and completely fail to hide the fact. Leona sighs, tail thrashing in annoyance as he moves to join you behind the counter. “Whatever, just move over.” You almost fall off your chair.

“What? No no no this is an employee only zone you cannot take a nap back here.” You have no idea how Leona is expecting to fall asleep, even if you’ve tripped over him on the campus lawn before you’re sure the green has to be more comfortable than this questionably sourced tile. And yet he seems happy enough, bracing his back against the concrete wall as you turn your confusion back to the counter and notice a thermos that you don’t recognize next to you.

“That’s yours.” Your head whips back around but the fucker’s eyes are closed and he looks so incredibly unbothered your loud retort dies in your throat. He doesn’t bother to meet your piercing gaze no matter how long you stare at him, you get more of a response from the thermos when you accidentally elbow it trying to get more comfortable at the counter. It’s a nice thermos, one of those expensive insulated things that cost a ridiculous amount of money, in a bright yellow that nicely compliments the royal looking lion sticker stuck to it. There are a few other stickers, the NRC logo, a Spelldrive team logo, and a reaper job icon. The last sticker makes you smile, you’re pretty sure you linked a similar looking sticker to Rex in the guild discord a month ago, the design included a silhouette of the cowboy hat from the class armor set behind the icon just like this sticker. Exactly like this sticker, you realize as your tired eyes settle on the artist’s signature. The shop bell rings you to attention, a significantly less interesting customer enters the store and you try to shove your rising panic to the back of your mind and try to focus on doing your job.

Leona’s annoyed sigh goes completely unnoticed.

~~~

“You aren’t going to tell Crowley I slept through most of my shift right?” You have to be pushing things, Leona hates repeating himself and this is the third time you’ve asked him. Leona had insisted on staying with you until the end of your shift, you had insisted he had better ways to spend his night but admitted, when he had explicitly asked, that no you weren’t uncomfortable with his presence just didn’t want to be an inconvenience. That made him laugh, not unlike the little exchange you’d had this morning, but this time he had actually entertained your attempts at talking to him. Until the time came to leave and he offered to walk you home. Leona seeing you asleep at your shitty job was bad enough, the thought of that ramshackle house made your stomach tie up in all sorts of knots. “I know you probably don’t see it as a big deal-”

“Because it’s not.” He snorts. “Really who do you think you’re trying to impress?” You wince, Leona swings the thermos with that taunting sticker just out of view, as you huddle into yourself and he sighs stopping under a street light and turns you to face him. “No seriously, just who are you trying to impress? You’re always working to the point you’ve practically stopped being yourself. It’s annoying.”

“Well what’s it to you?” You huff and Leona doesn’t bother to immediately answer. Your eyes drift back to the sticker on his thermos.

“Maybe I like playing games with you.” His voice and face are uncharacteristically soft, but still unnervingly intense. He doesn’t bother specifying what he means, almost like he’s daring you to ask first so he can make fun of you for thinking Rex was anyone other than him this whole time. “Maybe I like Yuu enough that I want to spend just a little more time with them and not this weird zombie who doesn’t know the way back to their own house.”

“Oh please-” you roll your eyes and turn back to the road only for your retort to die in your throat. You are not, in fact, headed towards the haunted mansion. This road, this stupid street light, is next to a diner you know the college sports teams like to go to after games. Leona, gently, tugs you by the sleeve of your jacket towards the door. “Hey, I can’t afford-”

“Oh don’t misunderstand we ain’t here for you, I was just feeling a bit hungry.” The smug bastard doesn’t even pretend to hear your protests as he pushes his way into the diner and doesn’t wait to be seated. He just drags you towards the back of the diner shooting you a truly catlike smirk over his shoulder. “Of course if I have something left over, we can share. Maybe if you play nice you can get your own straw.” He spins you into the booth across from him, and despite what he literally just said shoves the plastic menu back into your hands when you try to hand it back to the clearly amused waitress.

“How long have you known I was...” You feel stupid even trying to broach the topic, there’s a pretty clear line you don’t cross when making online friends. It’s even in the guild rules, you’re pretty sure “don’t ask for anyone’s IRL info” is probably Gloomurai’s life motto. But Leona doesn’t seem to care, which you suppose is in line with what you know about Rex. His laid back attitude was what had made him the most approachable out of all your guildmates, not that you would ever have thought to apply such a description to Leona. If anything he seems confused why you’re so shy about talking, like he’s known who you are the whole time and that’s why he spent so much time pinging you in game or why he decided to spend his night keeping you company.

“Maybe I like playing games with you.” Something starts curling up in your stomach at the thought that he just might have, if Leona notices you loosening your jacket to release some steam he pretends not to notice.

“Epel mentioned he was gonna try to get you into the guild.” Well that’s news to you, looks like someone is going to get yelled at later tonight. “I didn’t expect you to be so excited about healing, but I ain’t complaining, it was cute and now I don’t have to take Naut’s shit outside of raids.” Cute. You intake a sharp breath and Leona definitely notices your nerves, clearly planning to press the point unless you can cut him off from the chase.

“W-what exactly do you have against Nautilus anyway?” With the way Leona’s face wrinkles you idly wonder if he knows who Nautilus actually is too, or if he’s just displeased that the focus is no longer on him. “He’s not bad at his role.”

“Naut pays too much attention to pointless shit. Sure he’s good but it’s not like he does world firsts or anything.” Neither does Rex but that does seem to be besides the point when he’s paying for your dinner, especially now that it’s in front of you. Diner food might not be the healthiest but Ruggie really was right about instant noodle not counting as a meal. “You know he and Snake used to bitch at each other while they were supposed to be doing callouts? Had whole ass arguments over cooking instead of calling out shackle timing. Gloom and Musclered never stopped ‘em either since it was ‘funny.’” They still do, just in discord and not while you run things. It’s hard to picture someone as professional as Nautilus doing something like that, but then again you know that Rex has known him longer. “So just in case you thought I was just being nice earlier, you are the better heals. If I could get the cards I want with just you, Epel, and Ruggie I would.” It’s disturbing how clear the picture is in your mind: your lala, Epel’s roe, and Leona’s cowboy coded catman being joined by some hyper pink catgirl in the mini game bunny suit that you can easily see Ruggie using to scam some tech worker out of his monthly salary in Pirate’s Port wiping to an EX rank trial because Leona decided his logs weren’t orange enough. It sounds like a good time, and you can’t keep yourself from blurting out:

“We should try to run something sometime anyway, it’d be fun.” And before you can retreat back into your shell, Leona smiles, smiles and burns away any sort of shyness you wanted to have over talking video games with someone as “normal” as him.

“If you can think of something just text me.” You fish out your phone and can’t even bring yourself to cringe at the time with just how happy that suggestion makes you feel.

And Ace said playing MMOs would get you zero bitches.

~~~

This was a mistake. It was hard to keep that thought from drumming away at your nerves the longer you stood in the station square; Leona had been the one to invite you out, not the other way around, so if he really ended up not liking this then that was his fault not yours. You even took into account that Leona was a lazy bitch and suggested you meet up later in the day instead, but then again… You try to resist drowning in a wave of self flagellation over the clothes you picked out as you somehow manage to sink further into the park bench you have decided to camp out on. For someone who had been so insistent they were not going out on a date when their generous adoptive father asked where they were going during such prime father child bonding hours, you felt insanely self conscious. That was normal right, people who actually went out with their friends to do stuff other than pal around the local big box store put thought into their appearance. Not that there was anything wrong with that. If this goes south you know you already confirmed you can have Jack over here in two shakes of his tail and that’s probably exactly what you would end up doing. But when Mannon posted in the guild discord about a First Fantasia themed pop up cafe that was going to be A) running for a limited time within walking distance from your house and B) giving out a code for an in game pet-

Well admittedly your first thought had been to invite Epel, but Leona had texted you almost immediately after Mannon dropped the link.

[irl catboy] ruggie said you aren’t working this saturday

[irl catboy] come with me to the stupid cafe i never know what to order at those places

With such a gentlemanly request how could you possibly refuse? And now here you were fifteen minutes early trying to keep yourself from going stir crazy, or from jumping out of your skin when an increasingly familiar deep voice whispers a sleepy “hey” into your ear.

“Seven’s Leona!” You’re half ready to hit him with your backpack but your indignation and fright are almost entirely wiped away by the sheer figure Leona cuts against the setting autumn sun. Someone, Ruggie you decide, because there’s no way Leona decided to dress up to come see you himself, forced your upperclassman into a knit black turtleneck with golden claw-like trim on the neck and rolled up cuffs. He’s kept his usual tan slacks, but the ugly woven sandals have been swapped out for a more weather appropriate pair of ugly slip ons with similar gold claws to the turtleneck. His hair’s still tied up like he’s been at spelldrive practice, not that you fully know what he looks like outside of Epel’s descriptions and your own imagination.

“What, did I scare you?” you drawls, clearly eating up the attention you’re lavishing on his appearance. Before you can collect yourself enough to stand up he leans down to cow you back into the bench. “Maybe I should scare you some more? The mousey look really suits you.”

“Oh shut up!” You huff and stand, trying your best to avoid cracking your head off of Leona’s stupidly broad frame as you both go to head towards the cafe. “Did you look up the menu online or are you just planning on winging it?”

“You really like to put effort into things don’t you?” Leona doesn’t look or sound too upset but there’s a strange wistfulness to his look you do not really like, but it’s gone before you can pick at it too much. “Nah I figured I’d just let you pick.”

“Are you sure?” You try your best not to sound excited, you swear the only thing you admire about Ruggie is his work ethic, not his grift. “I could just take advantage of you and force you to get a bunch of stuff only I’d like.” As if he’s reading your mind, Leona's green eyes twinkle with mischief you know will bite you in the ass later.

“Oh no you would never do that. I know for a fact that you are just too nice for that.” The “unlike someone else" goes unsaid as Leona decides to really double down on the gentleman act when you reach the cafe, holding the door and not even pretending to look at the menu until you prompt him.

“Do you want to get the reaper soda?” Leona shrugs.

“Does it sound like it will taste good to you?” It does but that’s sort of besides the point, you’re much more interested in the white mage one.

“I just thought you might want the coaster.” You murmur and he smiles.

“I’d lose something like that real fast, you can just keep it.” Your eyes have to pop halfway out of your head with how hard he laughs, other patrons shoot a confused look at your table as you try to resist the urge to self combust. “Let me guess, they’re worth somethin right? In that case all the more reason for you to keep em.” The look in his eyes is practically daring you to ask if he’s really sure, but knowing Leona he wants an excuse to tease so for now you swallow your insecurities and point your awkward smile up at the server who comes to take your order.

“Um can we get one reaper soda, one white mage soda…” your voice trails off and Leona pipes up with the name of a burger you don’t remember reading out to him but they apparently serve anyway with how quickly she notes it down.

“And is the check separate or together?” She sweetly asks and before you can so much as breathe Leona cuts you off.

“Bill goes to me.” You glare at him, well try to really Leona’s a hard person to stare down. “Didn’t I say you could get whatever?” Not literally, it was more implied along with the trouble that you weren’t expecting to catch up to you this quickly. His smile widens, not quite wolfishly, more like a lion staring down a particularly foolish gazelle that’s stumbled weak kneed into his territory. “Go on, tell the nice lady what else you want, she won’t bite you, that's my job.” Flames aren’t enough anymore. You need to turn into a particularly fine paste or particle dust to relive how fast your heart is beating. Luckily for you the server seems amused, letting out a good natured laugh as she shoots you a wink.

“You heard your man, what can we get for you?” You take back every judgment you have ever passed Ruggie’s way. With just how proud Leona seems like now he really is asking for it.

~~~

“You don’t really do things like this much do ya?” Leona kept his teasing to a minimum after the bite comment thank god and kept his word about letting you keep the coasters. Pretty much everything at the cafe seemed to have some sort of First Fantasia themed knick knack you were allowed if not encouraged to take back with you. Leona had offered to walk you home once you both saw how dark it was, promising that would be your only stop this time much to your relief. You weren’t sure how much more of his teasing you could take.

“I mean I’ve got Epel, but Ace, Deuce, and Jack don’t really like mmos.” You aren’t sure if it has ever actually been established if you are friends with Sebek, but unless someone teaches Malleus how to use a mouse you doubt he’s going to be logging into anything other than a literal tree anytime soon. “Sometimes Epel will send me links to merch he thinks I’d like, but he’s more into the…” You pause to try and find the words for what it is you want to say, knowing your friend will kill you if you make him look lame. “Sense of pride and accomplishment you get from beating high end content.”

“That sounds like him.” Leona says proudly. “He’s like that with anything mildly competitive. One of his better qualities, just don’t go telling him I said that. Wouldn’t want it goin to his head.” There’s no way you’ll be able to keep his mild praise a secret from Epel forever, but what Leona doesn’t know won’t hurt him too much. “But that’s not really what I was asking.” Your pace slows as Leona lapses back into silence and you wrack your brain for what he actually could have meant. “Do you like going out to cafe’s?”

“I… don’t really know.” You liked tonight. Talking to Leona, when he was awake enough to participate, was always fun. Even when you were trading jabs back and forth in class. “I used to dream about finally finding someone who I could do stuff like this with, but I kind of gave up after my last date said-” you freeze in your train of thought and walk. This had not been a date in any way shape or form. Sure, Leona played a video game with you, and sure he’s been going out of his way to talk to you in real life more regularly since he came to visit your work. But it’s not like he did that for any reason other than- “said it was just too weird. Said I was just too weird and I guess I just sort of got tired of not being able to talk about things that interested me so I gave up trying.”

“Then why not just date me?” Leona’s eyes are a really strange shade of green now that you’re staring straight into them. It’s like he’s got two neon lights shining a spotlight directly on you every time he speaks, judging and picking apart whoever he is looking at. And right now he is looking pointedly at you, making it clear this isn’t a conversation he is going to let you run from. “I told you before, didn't I? I like playing games with you. I want to spend time with you; I want to hear about your day every day, from what annoyed you to funny things you and your friends did. I want to see you happy and know I made that happen, because you make my life a happier one just by being in it. The only thing I have ever not liked about you is that you work too hard, and that’s not unfixable. You just need to let me be a bad influence on you.” It’s a confession you never really expected to receive, but somehow so very much him. It’s insulting, honest, and just a touch demanding but it reaches into that small shrunken part of your heart that you’ve been burying most of your feelings in for who knows how long now and fills it with warmth.

“Would you-” It feels like a silly question but with how intently Leona is hanging on your every word you feel a rush of power going straight to your head. “If we were going out would you stop wiping things on purpose?” He blinks, if he’s surprised by the request or shocked he got this far you don’t quite know, but he quickly recovers, moving into your space to offer his hand.

“If you ask nicely.” You gladly take the offered arm and influence, squeezing his much larger hand with a soft smile.

“Then it’s a dea-” Leona cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing your mouselike squeak along with most of your air with a speed you didn’t know he possessed.

“Don’t use that punks line.” He practically growls and you can’t hold in your happy laughter any longer. It could just be the streetlights, but you don’t think Leona looks all that mad. Quite the opposite really, not that you expect him to voice it out loud. Instead he leans in for another kiss in a gruff effort to show just how much he means what he has been trying to say all along.

I’m happiest when I am doing things with you.

*if you are curious about Leona's outfit, I based it off of Lion King clothing items in Disney Dreamlight Valley (black and gold claw shoes, tan sunny slacks, and the gray claw top for those looking for specifics)

#twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x yuu #leona kingscholar #twst x reader #twst au

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Grave Sins | The Rise Before the Fall

Warnings: 18+, Smut (With plot), Oral (Fem Receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Size Kink, Praise kink, Graves is probably ooc (My first time always is, I'll adjust), Amber slander (I love her but for story reasons)

Disclaimer: This is my Pacific Rim x Repo!tgo Crossover!

Word count: 5.1k

Song: Drift by Blake Perlman and RZA

Dividers and banner by @cafekitsune

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"Well, well, well."

Sin rolls her eyes at the sound of that voice.

"If it isn't little Lucinda Chau," His arm lands heavily on her shoulder, "What'cha doin roughin' it down here in the back alleys with the peasantry and rabble?"

"That a quip about my height?"

"Nooo."

She glares up at him and he laughs.

"Well, you are pretty short."

She holds her glare for a moment before scoffing and shaking her head, "I don't have time for this."

His eyes follow her as she walks away, then he takes a few long strides to catch up, "In a hurry, are we?"

"Yes, I am."

He pouts at her dramatically, "Won't you tell me what we're looking for?"

She sighs, realizing he won't leave her be.

"My delinquent brat of a brother," She says, "You haven't seen Hubie, have you?"

He contemplates his recent memories, "That's the one about ye tall, green eyes, blond hair?"

"Yeah."

"No."

"Great-"

"But I did hear there were a couple of high rollers at the Wasteland Club and one of them matches his description."

"Ugh, of course he's there," She scowls.

"I seem to remember you doing your time at Wasteland," He reminds her, arm around her shoulders again.

"They'd never let me in dressed like this," She shoves her hands in the pockets of her baggy sweatshirt.

"Well, why don't you run along and get changed, then you can meet me at the club?" He suggests jokingly, knowing she'd never take him up on the offer, "I'll be your escort for the night."

She hums, nodding, "You just want me to get you in so you can deal to people you can charge double and they'd still go for it."

"You wound me, Sinner."

"Just keep your hands to yourself when I get there."

He freezes for a second before breaking into the biggest grin.

Forty minutes later she pauses when she sees her reflection in a window as she passes.

She tugs the hem of her dress down a little, looking herself over. She catches herself wondering why she cares so much while fixing her hair. The media has seen her in much worse states and it's not like she's trying to impress anyone, right?

I hope he thinks the dress is cute. The thought takes her by surprise. She can't be thinking about what Graves will think about her outfit. She tries to push any thoughts like that from her mind.

The club is in one of the nicer parts of the slums, and has a strict dress code. Getting Graverobber in might require some sweet-talking, but she'd rather have him with her than not, it'll lessen the chance of her getting hassled inside.

She finds him leaning back against the wall near the door, the bouncer glaring at him.

His face lights up when he sees her, eyes wandering across her body.

He pushes off the wall chin tilting down to look at her as he approaches.

"Did you get all dolled up for me?" He smirks, fingers gliding along the bottom of her chin to make her look up at him. Her cheeks flush under his gaze and his grin widens.

They're suddenly reminded they're in public when some girl in line to get in squeals, "Is that Lucinda Chau? Isn't she a Jaeger pilot?"

The whole line works themselves up to a small commotion and Sin pulls away from him.

"Come on," She mutters, forcing a smile to her lips.

She plays it cool, waving at the excited people in line as they walk up to the bouncer.

He doesn't say anything, just lets her pass.

"He's with me," She says when he tries to stop Graves.

"I'm sorry Miss Chau, but the dress co-"

"I said," She frowns, "He's. With. Me."

The large man shrinks at the dangerous glint in her eye and nods, letting them both go in.

The music, lights, and crowd inside are almost immediately too much.

She glances around but doesn't see her brother anywhere.

"So, where do you think we should start?" She asks.

His eyebrows furrow and he leans closer, hand to his ear, "What?"

"I said," She shouts to be heard over the bellowing bass, "Where do you think we should start?"

"Uh," His eyes flicker around the room, "Bar?"

She nods, social battery not prepared to navigate the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor, so she lets him hold her upper arm and lead her around it to the bar in the middle of the room.

"Hey," He calls to the bartender when they get there, hand leaving her arm to hold the counter, "We're looking for Hubie Chau."

The bartender looks at him suspiciously before seeing Sin beside him and nods, "They're in the VIP section."

He turns back to Sin and freezes, the blacklights above the bar show off her kaiju blood tattoos. A pale glowing skeleton paints her skin from the neck down, and an anatomical heart wrapped in thorns and roses rests above her own, glowing vibrant red against the blue.

"What?" She looks up at him with big eyes, glowing purple in their sockets.

Lean fingers trace her jawline, lightly cupping her chin as he leans in, ducking down to surprise her by pressing his lips to hers. He's soft about it, not all rough like you would expect.

"Are you sure I can't tempt you with a drink before we take care of business?" He asks as he pulls away.

"I..." She swallows, "Dad's gonna blow a gasket if I don't get him home soon. He's not supposed to be out."

He wants to push, wants to get her to loosen up, and maybe they'll both get lucky tonight.

"Let me buy you a drink, gorgeous," One hand runs down her back to grab her ass and pull her close, the other cradling the back of her head. She squeaks at the sudden pull, eyes widening.

"I don't think that's the best idea..." She breathes. He's just close enough to hear her. His thumb wraps around her throat, pushing her chin up.

"Alright."

She stumbles forward when he lets go and steps back, her hands catching his jacket to steady herself.

She takes a moment to compose herself, cheeks still burning when she looks back up at him.

If she's flustered by his antics she doesn't show it as she strides past him. He towers over her, sending glares at anyone staring at her with what he deems 'lustful intent', following her closely like a possessive dog.

Hubie sees him first as they approach the VIP section and wonders how a glow dealer got in. He's only distracted for a moment before the girl on his arm demands his attention be back on her.

He jerks back when he hears his sister shout his name.

"Fuck."

"Yeah," She unhooks one of the velvet ropes and storms over, "'Fuck'. I've been running all over Hong Kong looking for you. Where's your fucking phone, and why is it turned off?"

"Can you leave, please?" Hubie asks, standing in front of her, "I'm a little busy."

She leans over to look behind him and sees a girl with black hair and what can only be called a dress if you're feeling really generous.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me," She groans, "What are you doing here? What? They run out of glow in L.A.?"

"None of you're fucking business," The heiress of the Largo kaiju harvesting empire in L.A., Amber Sweet spits at her. She gets to her feet and drapes herself on Hubie's frame, "C'mon baby, let's get out of here."

"Uh-uh," Sin presses her hand to her brother's chest, keeping him there, "Dad's looking for you, and if he finds out you've been palling around with a Largo, you're Kaiju food."

"Yeah? And what happens when he finds out you're still hanging out with your glow-dealing fuckpuppet?"

She looks at him with wide eyes and Graves laughs.

"You listen here you little punk," She grabs the color of his nice dress shirt and yanks him down to her eye level, "First off, I'm the oldest, I can do whatever the fuck I want. Secondly, I'm dad's favorite, so I can do whatever the fuck I want. And thirdly, I put my life on the line in a giant metal death trap every time a kaiju crawls its ass out of the ocean. i.e.: I can do whatever the fuck I want."

"You're still a kid, so you probably don't understand this yet, but she's using you," She explains, "I don't know why, if it's for trade secrets or what, but she is."

"I heard daddy cut her off," Graves interjects, pushing his way into their conversation, "No more glow for little miss addict."

"There you go."

She lets him go and he huffs.

"Don't listen to her baby," Amber purrs, hands running across his chest, "She just doesn't want you to be happy."

She smirks over at Sin, face falling when her eyes catch something behind her.

Graves steps into view, vial of glow held aloft in his fingers.

"What are you-"

"This is what you're looking for, right?" The cool demeanor of a glow street dealer taking over, "Just one more hit."

She pulls herself from lavishing over Hubie, walking up to Graves, fingers playing with the fur on his jacket.

"How much?" She asks, batting her eyes up at him, "I'm a little low on cash but I could pay in other ways."

Sin clenches her fists and bites the inside of her cheek when Amber presses her body against his, hand dipping under the collar of his shirt.

"It's yours if you get lost," He scowls, pushing her off him.

"Deal," She says immediately.

He rolls his eyes as he loads the vial into the needle gun on his hip and presses it against her neck. She shudders when he pulls the trigger, stumbling back and falling against the leather seat they were on before, her hands feeling up her body.

Hubie looks absolutely crestfallen being thrown aside for the drug.

"You're sixteen," Sin says, grabbing his arm, and starting for the exit, "How did you even get in here?"

"I bribed the bouncer," He pouts, letting her drag him around, "What does Dad want?"

"No clue, he just told me to find you."

Graves follows them all the way back to the shop, looking to bolt when she shoves her brother through the door.

"Hey! Wait," She calls to him and he stops, looking back at her confused, if not a little pleased, "I... How... What do I owe you?"

His confusion grows as he steps up to her.

"For the Glow."

"No, you don't have to," He stops her when she reaches for her purse, taking her hands in his, "This one's on the house since you didn't actually take it."

"And what if I insist?"

"Then I would count our lovely evening out as payment," He lifts one of her hands, brushing his lips against her knuckles.

"Graves," She giggles and he knows he has her. Not only does he get to hear her say his name like that but if she's being this stubborn about trying to keep him around it means he was right and they'll end up rolling around in bed, "C'mon, seriously, how much?"

"Thirteen hundred," He grins, nearly doubling his normal price and she chokes on air.

"A Hundred and eighty bucks?!" She balks, "That's- Graves!"

"I doubled the price, remember?" He pokes her forehead, "I didn't get to deal at Wasteland."

"I thought we were friends," She pouts, but he just shrugs.

"Hey, you insisted!"

She huffs and digs in her bag, "You got change for $200?"

"Nope," He says, plucking the bills from her hands.

"Hey!"

He holds them above his head when she tries to take them back.

"Read the fine print next time, no money back," He laughs, free hand holding her waist when she raises to her tiptoes, leaning against him for support.

"You're never gonna reach it, shorty," He teases, head shaking, "Hey."

She goes stiff when he leans down to kiss her again, but this time she surprises him by kissing back. She grabs the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

"Why don't you come inside and I can give you proper change," She murmurs, barely pulling away, "We can have that drink too."

"Tempting..."

She steps away, taking his hand in hers and leading him through the door.

He's apprehensive at first, but the lure of a good time is strong enough for him to push through.

He's once again confused when they walk into an actual shop filled with herbs, teas, and other apothecary-esque items. There are no other doors, but Hubie's no longer inside.

He watches Sin step up to one of the shelves and press a button and suddenly the whole wall shifts and splits open, revealing shelves and shelves of jarred... parts and then a large room, buzzing with activity.

"You're not supposed to bring guests in here," One of the guys says as he walks by.

"Don't worry, I'll make him sign the guest book," She quips back. He doesn't know where to look, there are things everywhere and he wants to see it all.

His hand slips from hers as his eyes wander the room.

"Graves?" She calls from the opposite end, "You're welcome to stay out here if you want but I thought maybe..."

He's tripping over himself to follow her through the doorway and up a metal spiral staircase. He trails behind her into one of the rooms.

"Make yourself at home," She sounds almost sheepish when his eyes widen. Her room here is almost twice as big as the places they usually fuck.

He'd invite her to his place if he had one. He could afford one, but with the looming threat of it getting crushed by a giant monster, he'd decided going from dumpster to dumpster works best.

The walls are a warm shade of dark purple, with knick-knacks, plushies, and Jaeger figures scattered around.

It's a lot cleaner than he expected and he gets a little self-conscious of the tracks his boots made coming in, not that she seems to mind.

Her shirt and vest from earlier are thrown on the bed. He sits next to them on the deep green bedspread, watching her get comfortable. She hangs her bag on one of the posts of her white vanity and starts taking off her shoes.

She looks so small with them off and it makes the size kink he definitely doesn't have go brrr.

She lets down her hair, pink waves cascading down past her shoulders to her lower back. She sees him staring through the mirror as she takes her earrings out, and her cheeks start burning.

"Uh, y-you can put on some music if you want," She offers, motioning towards the bookcase full of CDs and vinyl.

He considers it for a minute before coming up behind her. He moves her hair, ducking down to press kisses to her neck and shoulder.

Her eyes flutter shut and she starts to melt into his touches, but then she suddenly pulls away.

"I've been doing heavy repairs all day, I smell like sweat and oil."

He's never seen her embarrassed like this before.

"Since when have I ever cared about that?" He asks, tugging her in again. He's still in his platforms so she is tiny next to him, "C'mere."

He cups her face, pulling her to her tiptoes as he bends down, kissing her needily, running his tongue along her lips, grinning when she whimpers and parts them.

He leans down just a little more, arms looping under her ass to pick her up.

Her hips roll against him as her legs wrap around his waist.

"Graves," She groans when he lays her down on the bed, "Baby wait."

"What's wrong?" His voice is muffled against her lips.

"Lemme get undressed," She gasps, his hand snuck under her dress to rub at her clit through her tights and underwear.

"I can manage."

"I know you can, but," She pushes his shoulder and he sits up, flicking his hair out of his face, "I really like this dress."

He's reluctant but lets her get up. He takes off his jacket, tosses it on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, and starts working on his belt.

When he looks up to see her laying the dress on the vanity stool, his hands freeze. She's in a cyan strapless bra, and pastel pink silk panties still covered by her fishnets.

"You're staring," She blushes.

He gets up, pants partially unzipped, and she swears he's going to hurt his neck craning it to look down at her like that.

There's a sudden shift as he falls to his knees in front of her, hands warm as they feel down her body.

She's too distracted by the burning kisses on her stomach to notice his hands trailing down her thighs until it's too late and she hears her fishnets ripping.

"Graverobber!" Her voice is scolding, but he doesn't listen, too busy pulling down her underwear and shredded tights.

He buries his nose in the patch of messy curls and pushes his tongue between her legs. Her heartbeat catches when he adjusts, sitting her back against the vanity, and starts lapping at her clit.

"F-fuck, Graves..." He takes her breathless voice and the way she pulls at his hair as encouragement, and sucks the bundle of nerves between his lips. She lurches forward, legs shaking, "Slow! S-slow down!"

He pulls back, hands on her hips to steady her, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just," She tries to steady her breathing, "Wasn't ready for... There's no need to rush is all."

She stumbles away, pulling an unlabeled bottle and two glasses from the minifridge beside the bed.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks, and she misreads the concern in his voice as annoyance.

"No," She keeps her back to him as she pours the drinks. He can tell something's up, but he doesn't know what.

She does though. She was afraid of it happening, but it started months ago.

She tries to hide it, to not let it show on her face that she's caught feelings for him. She doesn't want to ruin whatever this is they have.

She offers him one of the glasses filled with neon blue liquid, he takes it and swirls it around in his hand. The other still sitting on the bedside table.

"We can stop if you're not feeling it."

I'm feeling too much.

"No, it's fine," She says quietly, "Just need to slow down a little."

He sets his glass on the vanity and reaches out to hold her arms, "I can go slow."

He reaches behind her and pops the clasp to her bra, letting it fall to the floor before picking her up and gently laying her on the bed again.

His lips are soft, tongue lazily wrestling with hers as his hands caress her body.

She feels like she's on fire, trembling beneath him.

He watches her carefully, eyes intense as he licks and bites his way down her body.

Every little sound from her throat eggs him on. His mouth becomes frantic and one particularly hard bite to her hip bone makes her yelp and he grins before lavishing the mark with his tongue.

"Soft." He murmurs, nuzzling against her skin.

"Graves," She whines. It's the slowest they've ever gone, most of their nights together being the result of desperation and spent as such.

But this night is different. Like a switch had been flipped. Now she's burning alive with every tender touch and caring squeeze.

He's noticed it too, the way she's clinging to him. Not that he minds, in fact, he relishes her grabbing hands, it's something he's craved these last few months.

She lightly tugs his hair and he looks up to meet her pleading eyes.

"What? You need more?" His hands hook beneath her thighs when she takes hold of his face and pulls him back to her lips.

She kisses him hungrily and he starts pushing down his pants, cursing when they get caught on his boots.

He doesn't have the patience for this right now, already desperate to feel her cum around him.

She pouts when he pulls away, following him into a sittting position.

She make quick work of the his shirt buttons and he lets her slide it off him as he fumbles with the leather straps.

She kneels behind him and traces her fingers down his spine, making his shoulder blades pinch, before mimicking his earlier actions. She moves his hair aside, one hand holding onto the right side of his neck and kissing the left.

He growls when she sinks her teeth into his skin.

The moment he kicks his boots and pants off he turns on her, pushing her back down on the mattress by the hand around her throat.

He only squeezes a little, too excited about having her under him again then loosens his grip so she's comfortable.

He rolls his hip and his hard dick presses against her hip.

His free hand reaches down between them, his fingers gently rubbing her clit until she whines for more and he presses harder.

Her back arches, her chest pressing up against him.

He's wanted to take his time with her for ages, make her writhe and beg beneath him, but things were always so rushed between them, so he takes what he can get.

He slides his fingers inside her, scissors them, and she gasps at the stretch.

"Yeah? Like that?" He leans down, kissing at her ear.

He could spend hours like this, fingers buried in her pussy, drawing the prettiest noises from her. He adds another and curls them just right for her to throw her head back and curse.

"That's it," He purrs, "Lay there and feel good for me, beautiful."

Her hands are fully tangled in his hair, not letting him get far from her lips. He can tell she's finally letting go when she doesn't get embarrassed by the obscene squelching coming from where he's finger fucking her.

"O-oh fuck!" She cries, hand gripping his shoulder, "'M gonna cum! Stop- gonna make me cum."

"That's kind of the point," He says, moving his fingers faster.

"N-no, wanna cum on your cock- Graves! Fuck, please!"

She's fluttering around his fingers, trying to stave off her orgasm when he finally pulls out. She yelps when he slaps her clit.

He pushes himself up, hovering over her and pumping himself, his fingers wet from her slick.

"You want me?"

"Please," She reaches down, hand meeting his on his cock and lining him up with her entrance, "Please."

"Sound so p-pretty when you beg fr'me," He grunts, slowly thrusting into her.

"Graverobber," She moans, rolling her hips up to meet his, seating him deep inside her cunt.

She's so fucking tight around him and he knows he's gonna lose his mind when she cums. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down and pulls out before snapping his hips back against hers.

He sets a slow but brutal pace, hitting all those sensitive spots, over and over, making her see stars.

"Graves... Fuck! Graves!" Her voice gets higher and whinier the closer she gets to cumming, "F-faster!"

He does as he's told, groans rumbling from his chest. He pushes one of her thighs up against her stomach, putting his weight against her, rutting into her like an animal.

"Cum," He growls against her ear, fingers pressing hard to her clit and rubbing furiously, "Fucking cum- Fuck!"

She screams his name, nails digging into his shoulder. The sting only urges him on to fuck her ruthlessly through her orgasm until his release hits him out of nowhere, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Lu," He chokes out, vision going white and he collapses on top of her, "Fuck..."

They both lay there in a daze for a few minutes, skin sticking together with sweat.

He eventually comes to enough to move, but she whines when he tries to, her arms wrapping around his head and shoulder.

They stay like that a couple minutes longer.

"Sweetheart," He looks at her and there's a playful glint in her eye that almost scares him, "What are you-!"

She suddenly flips them over and he stares up at her, hair spread around him in a messy halo.

She can feel him starting to get hard again and she rolls her hips, breath catching in her throat at his sensitive she is. He hisses at the feeling, eyes screwing shut as he grips her thighs.

Neither of them has really come down from their last orgasm and a new one builds quickly when she starts riding him.

Her legs start trembling and give out beneath her, leaving them both on the edge and he snaps. He adjusts just right to start fucking up into her hard and she screams.

He'd be worried if she hadn't fallen onto his chest, mindlessly muttering about how good she feels.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck 'm gonna cum again!"

And she does, nails clawing at his chest, leaving angry red marks he wants tattooed there. But he's not done with her.

He flips her onto her back, manhandling her until her legs are around his waist and he has her pressed against the wall.

He gives her a pleased hum when he slides back in, her body giving him exactly what he wants. Her willingness to let him use her will be the death of him someday.

"Don't stop," She gasps just before he begins bouncing her on his cock, "Fuck yes!"

She clings to him for dear life, afraid that if she lets go she'll fall. But he'd never let that happen, she feels too good for him to drop her.

"So good for me," He grins. He's forcing moan after moan from her, each bounce is a little louder, "Taking me so good, princess."

"Fuck- Fuck I can't!" She whines, "Graves it's- Ah! It's too much I can't!"

"You can," He growls, "And you will."

He laughs when he starts to lose her, unintelligible words spill from her lip, and her eyes become unfocused.

"Hey!" He grabs her chin, "Eyes on me, gorgeous. No passing out, 'm not done with you yet."

"Gonna... gonna..."

"Gonna what, Luci?"

"Gonna cum," She whimpers, tears pooling in her eyes and dripping down her face.

"That's my good girl," He coos, sadistic smile on his face as he licks up her tears, "My pretty girl gonna cum for me again? Fuuuck!"

She chokes on whatever noise is trying to come out of her. A sob maybe, he thinks, she's definitely crying from the overstimulation.

He can't stop his eyes from rolling back when she clenches around him again.

"Oh Jesus fuck!" He howls against her chest as he spills into her, "Fuck, Lu."

She's dead weight in his arms, completely spent. He kisses the side of her head and brings her back to the bed.

He slumps her against the pillows, sweeping her sweat soaked hair from her forehead.

"Don't go," She mutters.

"I'm not," He promises, kissing her damp temple, "But I gotta get you cleaned up."

That's the last thing she remembers before waking up naked between her silk sheets, warm arms wrapped around her.

It's late morning and the room still reeks of sex. She goes to sit up but he groans and holds her securely against his chest.

She manages to roll over and face him, heart fluttering when his eyebrows furrow at the disturbance.

She reaches up and strokes his cheek with her knuckles and his face relaxes.

She never wants to move again, but she also can't stop herself from leainjnb up and softly kissing him.

He swears he's dead.

He feels like he's on a cloud and there's a naked angel kissing him awake.

This is too good to be one of his dreams.

"I think there was a mix up," He mutters, kissing her again, "I'm pretty sure I was supposed to go the other place."

"What do you mean, baby?"

He blinks at her, fingers running through her hair, sleep still clouding his perception.

"This's gotta be heaven," Another, slower kiss and his hands start to wander, "And what a way to go, fucked to death by an angel."

She starts cracking up, throwing her head back in laughter.

"'M not an angel, Graves," She says.

She pushes him onto his back and straddles his hips, sheets pooling around their waists.

Her hands trail down his chest and stomach and back up, leaning down to kiss him.

He feels himself getting hard, dick pressing up against her ass.

"My angel."

If only he knew what shit like that does to her. She has to stop the words 'I love you' from falling from her lips.

"What's wro- shit!"

She tries to cover her falter by grinding back against him.

Morning sex has never been their thing, one of them has usually left by the time the other wakes up. But he can't say the prospect doesn't sound appealing.

"Roll over for me."

She does as he says, rolling off him and onto her stomach.

He takes her hip and turns her on her side, hand sliding between her legs.

She hums as he lazily plays with her clit, and sucks at her neck, her body still sensitive from the night before.

She sighs, head lolling back against his shoulder when he pushes into her.

He rolls his hips, both of them shuddering at the feeling.

He spends the next hour fucking her slowly. It's the most intimate thing they've ever done and she's completely addicted.

It's not just pleasure chasing, it's soft and sensual.

"I should go," He whispers. They've been laying with her wrapped in his arms for almost anothoer hour, his dick still buried in her pussy.

She doesn't want him to, she wants to stay like this. She cranes her neck back to kiss him.

The whine that escapes her when he moves to pull away breaks his heart.

"You know how to find me when you need me," He murmurs against her neck before getting up.

Need you now.

She watches him get dressed unable to stop a pout from forming.

He plops back down in the mattress next to her to pull on his boots and she pulls herself up to hang off his shoulders.

"You're never this clingy," He teases, "You catchin' feelings for me, Sinner?"

"You wish," She scoffs. Yes.

He chuckles and kisses her cheek. I have.

He groans as he stands, grabbing his jacket.

"I'll see ya around, Chau," He waves over his shoulder and walks out, leaving her there, yearning for him.

#graverobber #graverobber smut #prisma writes #prisma self ships #grave sins #self ship story #self ship smut #graverobber x oc #f/o x s/i

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m1ckeyb3rry · 6 months ago

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FR!! I love the whole universe that’s been established through all the characters and dynamics like >>>> and it’s also not just ships palooza which is honestly refreshing

No because sometimes I find some Naoya memes funny where people are shitting on him and even his character is sometimes SO ridiculously misogynistic it’s funny like how do you even exist?? I love naoya slander jokes fr though (I forgot but it’s literally so ironic apparently the way Naoya speaks is a bit lost in translation and he kinda talks like a little girl according to some jp users who’ve pointed it out?? Like BRO) but yeah the only thing he has going for him is his face card maybe (also I originally thought his hair was gonna be green but)

Oh I was not aware oh that foreshadowing!!! Haha!! Self sacrifice!! Lol!! It’s ok y/n’s alive now though so!! But yeah anyways I’m also like…in the scope of jjk0 there’s quite literally only (including y/n) 5 characters/classmates that fit into like the friend group positions? And excuse the collateral slander one of which is a bear, the other quite literally cannot talk, one who acts like a bully, one who was BULLIED like adding ocs helps broaden the dynamic possibilities a lot more?? Like there’s ofc no problem NOT adding ocs but I don’t see how you can blame someone for wanting to add them because that’s literally the tiniest class of students I’ve ever seen?? Let’s give our protag some more friends…also if you don’t like it just close the tab and go for a different fic?? I seriously don’t understand the need to vocalize complaints like this when they won’t benefit the anyone in any way like also wait THAT WAS THE COMMENT?? Wow really came full circle with BLLK Karasu and PI but BRUH yeah maybe it’s just a wattpad thing….although this is kinda unrelated I’ve also seen some really rude anons here too? Like I’ll just scroll through a tag or a blog and I see like, someone asks anonymously and goes “you’re so fucking annoying and your work is shit” BRO WHO IS COMPELLING YOU TO SAY THIS??? The fact that they take the time of day to go find their ask box and submit something like what does this achieve?? The audacity of some people it was nice to see other blogs like quote reposting and calling anon out for doing such heinous shit but what even….

I’m laughing like theoretically when I put the puzzle pieces together…yes bf material..? But also my brain says um. LMAOAOA it’s so funny I mean I don’t doubt that he would be a good bf but I can’t wrap my head around bf material and todo being in the same sentence HAHAHA

The shitty familial clans always get me the fact that they kept refusing to heal sorcerers associated with y/n?? And then tullia was truly the final straw…but so real I know they aren’t l/ns but I mean dad’s side of the family smh the hiiragis too in hollyhock <<<<<<

“Quick and easy” LMAOOO sorry it makes me laugh sm because in the span that we’ve been talking there’s already been multiple incidents of “this turned out way longer than it was supposed to” HAHAHA yk…if you just make an approximation and multiply it by 2.5 i think you’ll be good LMAO bro really said lemme churn out the Walmart version for otoya so I can get cracking on masterclass version for Karasu (I say Walmart version lightly because I know it’ll still be top tier LOL) but honestly so real gotta do the best for our man karasu

Ok by association (?? Ik there’s a better word than this but I can’t think of it LMAO) if otoyas is at 10k rn does that mean Karasu’s is gonna but the 20’s /j

Imagine it was angsty and karasu drowns (im joking no one dies in soccer!!!!!!!!!) but OMFG. I AM. SO. READY!!! LETS GOOO I LIVE FOR MEDIOCRITY COMPLEX KARASU ANGST!!! EVERYBODY CHEERED WAHOO ok but im fr so hyped for the lineup of BLLK fics you have in the works it’s been awhile since I’ve seen sm quality content being posted its such a change from the disappointingly inactive tags LMAO

This would be the crossover of the century y/n and her mom going to watch the BLLK u20 match causing and even BIGGER commotion with the press too like imagine all the cameramen who are there for the match swerving to look at the models LMAOOO I can imagine Yuki being really close to her and looking up to her almost like a mentor or cool aunt(kinda giving Gojo’s role to the jjk students except, well mrs l/n does not act like a teenager LMAOO) I bet Yukimiya would have to reign everyone in like a THATS MY BESTIE/BASICALLY MY SECOND MOM???? It’d be funny to see yuki kinda lose him temper like “no you stay TF away from them I will not allow you to taint them with your weirdness”

I’m ngl I was fr just a reader/lurker until recently, I actually used to just use the web version without an account because I was too lazy to set one up and have another thing potentially entering my email inbox until the site started forcing you to get the app which requires an account so I was like ok well gotta do what you gotta do….and then I proceeded to do exactly what I did before (literally just lurking and silently enjoying LOL) and not try to explore any of the app features and uh. Well here I am!! I’m sure I’ll figure it out someday when something prompts me to do so LMAO the platform in general is so interesting though especially compared to most other social media platforms out there!! I don’t feel like conquering that learning curve today oops

-Karasu anon

there def are some side ships (togetullia, mrs l/n and toji, elakshi and noritoshi) but for the most part yes there’s not a ton of romance going on!! plus of those three relationships only one even works out so 😓 truly the strength of pi imo is the platonic relationships it has (tullia and y/n will always be famous to me like it’s not at all romantic but the way they loved one another is so integral to the story it makes me emotional 🥹)

NAOYA IS JUST CRAZY TO ME LMAOAOA like he truly feels like a govt experiment…he kinda looks like raichi from bllk (or raichi looks like him idrk which one came first) but raichi is so enraged 24/7 that no one acknowledges his face card 😭💔

NO THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING like sorry i want to have more than female character in my stories…sorry not every single character is in love w y/n…LMAO also yeah idk why people haven’t grasped the concept of just clicking another story HAHAHA like?? if you don’t like it then read something else!! why would i change how i like to write because some random on the internet is annoyed, esp considering how many people love my stories?? the entitlement is weird to me but i try not to complain abt it a lot because ik that in terms of hate i’m very lucky in that i’ve never gotten anything too bad…i have seen those types of anons it’s insane!! personally somehow i’ve avoided getting any myself HAHA idek what i’d do if i did 😩 i try to stay relatively unproblematic and in my lane on here so i haven’t ever gotten involved in tumblr drama like a lot of other accts have but i live in fear of the day that someone comes in my inbox and is a jerk 😰

when you think about it objectively todo is a good bf but when you see him you’re like “well…” HAHA i think having him as a weird rival bestie is the best in between because you get the benefits of him hanging out w you without it being romantic

THE DAD’S SIDE OF THE FAMILY IS ALWAYS THE ENEMY KFKFJDJD the hiiragis are so l/n coded too LMAO

please i need to just stop having expectations atp because i KNOW it’s going to be crazier than what i think…LMAO the otoya one is silly and unserious and more along the lines of the last part of fwtkac but i’m planning on having something a bit closer to the instrument for the karasu version where it’s more serious (we’ll see though because something abt tabieita brings out the crack fic writer in me so there’s a chance it’ll end up silly as well) HAHA as much as i love otoya i fear karasu deserves the best so my time love and energy will be going into his version

atm i’m hoping for something in like the 6-9k range for the karasu version?? so make of that what you will…the otoya version (which i should be posting in the next hour or so i hope) is almost 13k words so obviously i’m way off in my guesses as it’s over 3-4 times longer than i initially thought 😭 if the karasu version ends up being 20k words i might cry HKDJDJSK i think i’ll have written more for him than even nagi w peregrine at that point 😩

omg ykw just because you said that i’m going to make him drown LMAOAOAAO not permanently though but like 😏 mediocrity complex karasu my beloved…i’m so excited to get working on that HAHA i need to get the otoya version over with so i can focus on my main man 😢 HAHA i’m doing my best to contribute to the fandom i think i’ve written over 100k words of bllk fics since may so yk i’m putting in the work

LITERALLY omg y/n and her mother are the WAGs of all time 😭 everyone in the crowds in shock because it’s the most random soccer match ever and for some reason famous former model mrs l/n is there?? and her daughter is equally as pretty?? i feel like having endured the modeling industry mrs l/n would def take yuki under her wing and try to help him through it (maybe he was signed to the her old agency or smth) and she absolutely would NOT let y/n anywhere near that whole scene even though agents keep trying to scout her 😩 omg yuki would be sooo pressed it’s like that one tik tok sound that’s like “how old is your dad—” “TOO old for you!! and he’s married!! stay away from my dad guys he’s married!!” HAHAHA and if yuki and y/n are just friends and not dating at that point i bet otoya and aiku would try to rizz her up and she’d be so uninterested 😰 honestly besides yuki i could maybe see her going for hiori LMAOAOA so like imagine karasu’s face if he tries to flirt with her and she’s like “cool 👍 abt your friend though…😏🤩🥰” (the friend in question has zero clue what’s going on and is completely confused when she tries to talk to him)

it def is a learning curve but once you get it it feels intuitive ig?? until they throw another curveball at you 😰 even now i’m still discovering features that i didn’t realize existed 😳 i was def a silent reader/lurker for a while too!! i feel like i still am a lot of the time haha it doesn’t help that i rarely read other people’s fics because i’m usually working on my own 😓 if you ever need help w anything on here lmk though i will do my best to give advice 💪🏻

#answered asks #pomegranate ink

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xmoriartea · 2 months ago

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Not if I beat you to the punch—

Tomorrow, they will be counted among the legendary cultivators who came before them. They will officially become the Qing generation of lords overseeing the care and education of all on Cang Qiong Mountain and the protection of all those who look to them for aid, and even those who do not.

Tonight, they are a tired dozen of disciples with one foot in destiny and another in the trenches of their former lives. Head disciples about to ascend? A ceremony that needs weeks and weeks of planning? Well of course we can only trust those tasks to those same head disciples!

It's no wonder their last minute "meeting" on Qiong Ding devolved into nonsense. They've been running themselves ragged all this time to prepare their own ceremony. At least let them relax one final time before the weight of the mountain is strapped to their backs.

Zhang Qingyan's supply of wine flows freely between their cups and plans and preparations have been replaced with mahjong tiles and gossip. They're well into their cups by time someone calls over the clatter, "Fuck marry kill, our esteemed shishus and shibos."

(Shang Qinghua snickers into his fifth cup and does not regret introducing this hometown game to the mountain in the slightest as his martial siblings turn their attentions to this.)

There are some arguments. Who wants to marry Qi Qingqi's shizun, others want to marry Wu Qingfang's or Mu Qingfang's. Their hit lists are just as varied and animated once they confirm the silencing talisman is securely in place. Yue Qingyuan says nothing, but Mu Qingfang catches the huff of agreement when the current sect leader's name is tossed into the fire.

"Fuck Fa-shishu," Wu Qingfang finally calls out, swirling the wine in her cup and grinning as Mu Qingfang chokes on his.

Ignorant of their brother's struggle, the voices begin to rise.

Liu Qingge seems deep in thought when he says, more to his wine than to anyone else, "Fa-shishu has very gentle hands."

"Oh, yes. I change my answer," says Yue Qingyuan. "I rescind my marriage offer."

Mu Qingfang stares between them both, his wine a safe distance away from him now. "You cannot be serious."

Zhang Qingyan laughs. "Why not?"

He makes an undignified noise and gestures at nothing. "I would never slander my shizun. But I have watched him lose needles that were in his hand."

"But he's confidant."

"And handsome."

A sigh. "I could listen to him talk for a year, Mu-shidi, and not care what he was saying."

"Plus all that medical information should be good for something," Wu Qingfang pipes up again, because if she can bully her shidi she will.

Mu Qingfang turns to Shen Qingqiu because if he can trust anyone to be reasonable, it will be that man. But he finds a fan snapped open and green eyes cast anywhere but his own face.

He pulls his glasses off his face and rubs his brow.

He hears the phrase "silver fox" thrown around and positively shudders. He still has to face this man tomorrow. What a horrible idea this game was. He knows, he knows, Wei Qingwei is to blame for this and he's going to do horrible terrible things about it. What things? Ask him when the wine has stopped pounding on his head. But something certainly!

"Not to mention that tongue."

Suddenly the room is silent and eleven pairs of eyes are boring into one curly haired disciple who's still snickering into his wine until the silence penetrates even his attention.

Shang Qinghua's eyes shoot open wide at the realization those words came out of his mouth and weren't left trapped in the vault of his mind (what vault? he couldn't stop running his mouth!!).

Then the room went wild.

Um ok, 3AM thoughts, about SQH 12/12 Peak lords achievement; like even the previous ones?!

I mean, it just says 'Peak Lords' not, Qing generation or Current peak lords so.,

ehem just curious...

............ Anon why- now my mind is thinking all types of things FJSBSKDBAKDNMSND

I mean,,,,,,,, From what I remember the previous generation was a bunch of old dudes, so I don't think the System would consider them??

I won't say impossible bc at the end of the day this is THE teacher/student book fjsbakdbakdnskdk but in my AU SQH won't bag any older daddys, sorry 😔

#svsss #svsss 12/12 achievement au #mori writes #my turn to be possessed by airplane lmao #here you go friend

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mochinek0 · 3 years ago

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2021:9-Tears

Lila smiled to herself as she walked up the steps of the school. She had come up with the perfect plan after Adrien made it apparent he was on Marinette's side. She didn't need him; there was bigger fish out there. He was just the prettiest.

"How was your weekend, Lila?" questioned Mylene.

"It was amazing. My boyfriend took me out for dinner." she recalled.

"Boyfriend?" asked Kim.

"Yep." she sighed in fondness, "His name is Damian Wayne. He took me out to get a steak dinner and there was so much left over, I just had to take some home with me."

Marinette, Adiren and Chloe looked at each other, but remained silent. They wouldn't tip her off to anything. She would bury herself and it would be beautiful. Individually, they texted Damian and let him know how happy they were to hear about his date the night before.

Lila stood outside the school, center of attention, proud she of what she had accomplished. She regaled her court with stories that they could only dream of. Chloe smiled to herself as she watched Damian park his car. She couldn't wait to see Lila bury herself, but it couldn't hurt to nudge things along, right?

"What resturant did he take you to?" she questioned, "I don't think you mentioned it."

Lila smiled at the thought of gaining Chloe's attention, "He took me to the Eiffel Tower. He said the cost was nothing to him; he wanted me to know how special I was to him."

"What did you eat?" Adrien asked, catching Damian's eye.

"I had a medium rare filet mignon with a cauliflower risotto. My Damiboo had beef tartare with couscous." Lila smiled, faking a memory, "He paid extra for them to bring out glasses of red wine for each of us."

Some people in the back of the crowd looked confused and looked around, noticing the other confused expressions.

'Wasn't the Eiffel Tower known for it's seafood?'

"It sounds so romantic!" Rose squealed.

"It sounds like complete and utter bullshit." A voice spoke, from behind.

Lila's group turned to see a guy around their age with jet black hair, olive skin, and piercing green eyes and he didn't look happy. Immediately, Lila took a step back and her subjects were quick to guard her. She covered her face and smiled and she brought out the fake tears.

'This is just too easy.'

"Why are you being so mean to me?" she sobbed, making herself look like the victim.

The boy held out a sealed envelope for her to take and spoke, "I decided to deliver this is person. This is a lawsuit for defamation, slander, identity theft, thievery, and for the sum of $10,000."

"What?" she shouted, ripping the envelope from his grasp, not even hiding the fact she hadn't been crying a moment ago.

"I called around. It seems you have dropped my name quite often. Once, I stated that I had no idea who you were, they were quite eager to learn where they would be getting their money from." he continued, not letting anyone speak, "Bourgeois, Agreste; you have my thanks."

The class turned to see Chloe and Adrien fist bumping with a smile.

Chloe smiled at their confused faces, but most of all Lila's, "Don't you recognize your own 'boyfriend' when you see him, Rossi? Damian Wayne has been spending time at Daddy's hotel for the last two weeks."

Lila felt her mouth dry out, as she hugged the envelope closer to her chest. She had no idea what to say or how she would get out of this mess.

"I don't like my beliefs being called into question." Damian declared.

"What do you mean?" questioned Alix, being the brave one to ask questions.

Damian Wayne walked past them and brought Marinette into his arms, before kissing her. No one was sure how to respond to that. Marinette would have called out Lila for lying, right? She would have told them she had a boyfriend!

"I missed you, Angel." Damian spoke.

Marinette giggled and remained comfortably in his arms, "You saw me yesterday."

"Wait! What?" spoke up Nathaniel.

Mari smiled at them, resting peacefully against the youngest Wayne, "You see, Lila, Damian is a known animal activist and vegetarian. There is no way he would order beef tartare. Besides, My Demon is Arabic; it's against his religion to consume beef."

"The last time someone tried to order for me, I threw the meal in their face and thanked them for wasting my precious time." Damian declared.

Marinette smiled, "He even saved a cow from a slaughterhouse and kept it as his pet. There's no way anyone would ever catch him eating beef."

"Since, I am here early, how about a movie?" the Wayne heir asked.

"I'd love that." the deisgner smiled.

Chloe and Adrien side-eyed each other, as the newly announced couple drove off, before bursting into laughter.

"Oh, my god!" Chloe laughed, "Their faces!"

"I know!" Adrien laugh, clutching his stomach.

Chloe looked at their shocked faces and smiled, "It, what, only took them three years and a lawsuit to figure out that Rossi was full of shit? Let's go, Adrikins. We must celebrate this victory!"

Adrien wiped his tears away and smiled, "We really should. I'll call Mari and see if she want to celebrate today or tomorrow."

"Perfect. She can invite Wayne." the Bourgeois' heiress commented.

"Yeah, it'll be nice to catch up with him." the Agreste heir spoke.

"Nice?" She scoffed, "Seriously? You're calling the Ice Prince of Gotham, nice?"

"Mari will be there to thaw him out. They don't call her the Sunshine Princess for nothing." he answered, "Besides, he is great at fencing. I'm hoping he can give me some tips to one up Kagami."

"Be a man and fight your girlfriend without cheating." Chloe remarked.

"Her mother is an Olympic champion and so is she! Let me have my win!" he demanded, as they walked away from the school.

Their classmates turned to get an answer from Lila about what they just witnessed, but she was gone. None of them had noticed her sneaking away from behind the scenes. Lila lied to them about dating Damian Wayne; they finally questioned, what else had she lied about?

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saintlike78 · 4 years ago

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Ok so... I have a little request : Bill is not with Fleur, but he meets Harry's cousin (Dudley's sister, who is the complete opposite of her family and loves Harry as her own brother) and she arouses his interest, and from here you can continue as you wish, if you could do a little smut if you are comfortable.🤗🤗🤗

I know Dudley doesn't have a sister, but I like the idea. And sorry for the mistakes, but I don't speak English so well.

Never seen anyone like you [B.W.]

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I’m so sorry for the long wait, but I loved this idea so much, but I just didn’t know which direction to go with it, but I hope you like what I came up with. Reader is the same age as the twins and is also a muggle. This is also kinda paired with another request, where the person just wanted a Bill Weasley smut, which is also included.

Pairings: Bill Weasley x Fem! Muggle! Reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, fingering, unprotected sex, age gap (7 years), mention of death, mention of nightmares, mention of injury.

The wind hit your back and made a chill run up your spine, making you shiver. Standing in the driveway of nr. 4 Privet Drive, you and Harry were watching your mother, father and brother leave because of the wizarding war threatening their safety. Your mother had tried but failed to get you to leave as well, but you couldn’t imagine leaving Harry behind and not being able to be there for him and to protect him, even if you had no magic yourself.

You had always loved Harry and saw him as a closer family than your actual family. You never understood what the problem was with him or why your family seemed to despise him so much, that was until he got his letter and he left for Hogwarts. You were so happy for him, but not being able to see him and only during the summer was tough because without Harry there to take all the slander from the Dursleys you, unfortunately, became the family's punching bag. When you turned 18 and finally moved out, you let Harry stay with you in your flat instead of going home to your family.

The house seemed eerie with only you and Harry and no future. You sat on the kitchen counter, Harry was pacing around the kitchen whilst you were waiting for the order to come and transport you both.

“Are you sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to leave and go into hiding yourself,” Harry said looking at you with worry.

“I’m sure, Harry, I want to be here with you and make sure you’re alright.”

A knock sounded on the door and you jumped down from the counter, following Harry to the door. Harry opened the door and inside stepped many familiar faces and some you hadn’t seen before. Having had Harry stay with you, you had met all the Weasleys (except for Charlie and Bill), when you had gone to visit The Burrow.

They all stepped inside one at a time and greeted you. The twins had made a huge show about picking you up and spinning you around telling you how much they had missed their ‘favorite muggle’, you slapped both their arms lightly and let them pass you. The last two people to enter was Arthur Weasley who you greeted, and one person you hadn’t met before. He had red hair, letting you know he was a Weasley as well, he was tall and had scars running down his face like Remus Lupin. You were almost at a loss for words when he stepped inside, your mind completely blank after looking at how handsome he was. You could already feel a little crush starting to form and you got butterflies when he made his way to you and stuck out his hand for you to shake.

“I’m Bill Weasley, a pleasure to meet you, at last, my family has told me much about you.” He said as you shook his hand. “Y/N Dursley, lovely to meet you too,” you said knowing you should be letting his hand go, but letting it linger a little longer.

You both just stared at each other, completely forgetting where you were and that you had things to do. That was until Fred and George came up on either side of you, each placing a hand on each of your shoulders, prompting you to let go of Bill’s hand.

“Well, now you’re just missing Charlie and then you’ve met the whole Weasley-clan,” Fred said with a laugh.

You just laughed and nodded your head.

“I’m going to go find Harry,” you quickly smiled at Bill and got out of the twin’s grasp, leaving them alone with Bill in the hallway.

“Blimey, why did none of you tell me!” Bill exclaimed in a low voice.

“Tell you what?” the twins said in synch.

“Tell me about Y/N,” he said as if his statement was obvious.

“We did, we said she was really nice and that she came round the shop and by the house a couple of times,” George said, still not really understanding what their brother meant.

“Yes, you said she was nice, but you didn’t tell me she looked like that.”

Both Fred and George let out a laugh, “Well mate, we didn’t think it was important to say that she doesn’t look like the other Dursleys.”

Bill hmphed like a child, “you could have told me. She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Alright alright, calm down Bill,” Fred laughed.

“But if you must know… she’s the same age as us, so a bit young for you eh? But she’s also single, from what we’ve gathered,” George informed their brother.

Bill just nodded and was about to ask more about you, but Moody’s voice was heard from the lounge telling everyone to gather around.

Entering the lounge, Bill spotted you and came to stand beside you, but slightly behind you. You felt his presence and turned your head slightly to give him a smile, one that he returned.

Moody briefed you all on what was going to happen, not without an objection from Harry. When Moody told everyone that he wanted there to be seven Harrys’, you had volunteered, since you felt kind of useless, being a muggle and all. This also didn’t go over well with Harry, telling you that this was out of the question, but you being just as stubborn as he would not let him talk you out of it. You told him that you wanted to help and that this was the only way for you to help with this situation.

After much convincing from not only you but everyone, he finally agreed.

“Alright, all the Harrys’ have a companion to ride with except for you Y/N.. you can ride with Bill,” Moddy informed you.

You nodded and felt a hand fall on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. You looked back at Bill, whose hand it was, and smiled again. He kept his hand on your shoulder as a form of comfort and encouragement, squeezing once in a while. You could feel the butterflies swarming around in your stomach and you felt all warm and tingly all over, just because of his small touch.

Not long after, you were clinging on to Bill as you made your way to The Burrow. You didn’t know what you were thinking volunteering, since you couldn’t really protect yourself against the swarm of death eaters that followed you through the sky. Bill was trying his best to steer and fight back against them all. Moody was trying to shield you from the other side, but then suddenly a green spark hit him, and he tumbled towards the ground.

You let out a scream and buried your head into Bill’s back.

“Don’t worry, the worst part is over, we’ll be there soon,” Bill shouted against the wind so you would be able to hear him.

Arriving at The Burrow you were met by Molly attacking both you and Bill with a gigantic hug.

“Are you alright?” she asked looking between Bill and yourself.

“We’re alright mum, but Alastor… he didn’t make it,” Bill said looking down.

You put a hand on his back, slowly rubbing up and down trying to soothe him. You knew everyone was close with Moody and that his death would hurt the Order.

“How is everyone?” You asked Molly, hoping she would bring you some sort of good news.

“We’re still missing Fred and Arthur, but it would be best for you to come with me inside… George was hurt, he’ll be fine, but I need to keep an eye on him,” Molly informed you both.

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You were startled awake by the image of Alastor crashing towards the ground. You were trying to catch your breath, your hands shaky and sweat running down your back. You decided you needed a glass of water and perhaps some fresh air to calm down. You quietly got out of your makeshift bed on the floor and tried your best not to wake Ginny and Hermione, as you made your way out of the bedroom and down the creaky stairs towards the kitchen.

The cold water slid down your throat and you instantly felt better, but you still needed some air. You quietly opened the door to the garden and walked outside, the cool summer air instantly lowering your body temperature and relaxing you. Finding a nice spot, you sat upon the grass looking up at the stars, you hoped everything would turn out alright, but you weren’t so sure with how intense everything had been last night and that was just a tiny mission. Your head raced with millions of thoughts you didn’t notice the scar-faced ginger looking at you from the door and making his way over to you when he noticed the number of clothes (or rather lack thereof) you were wearing.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly as to not startle you with his presence.

You looked up at him and nodded. You patted the spot beside you, indicating for him to sit.

You couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked in the moonlight, even if he was just wearing some casual plaid pajama pants and a knitted jumper, which you could tell was a Molly original.

You sat in silence as you both stared at the moon, the cool air having finally cooled you down, your temperature was now a bit too low, and you could feel goosebumps rise on your bare arms and legs. Bill who had been watching you making sure you were comfortable quickly removed the knitted jumper and handed it to you.

“Here, you’ll get ill if you don’t warm-up,” he said and you didn’t argue, pulling the jumper over your head. It smelled good and was already warm from leftover body heat from Bill, which made your stomach do a flip and fill with butterflies.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, “please tell me if you get cold and want your jumper back.”

“No problem, and it’s fine, I don’t really get cold,” Bill said.

Putting his hands behind his head, he laid down looking up at the stars. Your eyes were instantly drawn to the way his muscles flexed in the grey t-shirt he had worn underneath the jumper. Your mouth watered a little, but you quickly pulled yourself together and laid down as well.

You laid in silence and looked at the stars, it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, it was like you had known him your whole life, it felt so right.

A couple of minutes passed before Bill broke the silence.

“Why’d you decide to go with Harry instead of your family?”

You were a little taken aback by the bluntness of the question, but nevertheless answered quickly, not needing time to think about your answer.

“Harry is my family, and I couldn’t just leave him, especially now… I want to be there for him, even though I’m just a muggle, I..I’m going to be there until this war is over.”

Bill nodded turning his head towards yours, your head already turned towards him meeting his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat when you realized how close your face was to his, the way his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips made your stomach do flips. Suddenly he started leaning in, “I know this is very sudden, but may I kiss you?” Bill said lowly, almost a whisper.

You nodded and leaned in the rest of the way connecting your lips with his. You knew it was so cliché, but you felt instant sparks of electricity shooting through your entire body.

The kiss was slow and gentle, but then you felt Bill’s tongue on your bottom lip asking for permission to enter your mouth, which you granted. He leaned upon one of his arms, so he was above you, his free arm cupping your cheek and keeping your face towards his.

This went on for a while, but begrudgingly you pulled apart for air.

You stared at each other, both taking deep breaths trying to regain a normal breathing pattern.

“wow,” Bill sighed out, “you are unbelievably beautiful.”

Your cheeks turned red with the heat of the blush settling on your face.

“Thank you,” you whispered and reached a hand up to caress his cheek.

You ended up talking until the sun rose on the horizon, the morning dew settling on the grass, making everything damp.

Your head was on Bill’s chest, hugging him to keep warm, but also just to be close to him.

“You don’t think I’m too old do you?” Bill asked, gently stroking your back.

Your headshot up from his chest to look into his eyes, “of course not,” you laughed and shook your head, laying it down again. Bill just chuckled and mumbled “alright.”

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You ran across the lawn as the black smoke figures landed around you. You tried to find Harry or Bill.

One of the figures shot a spell towards you and you ducked and covered your face, even though you knew that wouldn’t help. You waited for an impact, but it never came, instead, you were yanked by your arm into a broad chest. You looked up and saw Bill already looking at you, a concerned look on his face.

“Okay get ready, love,” he said quickly.

You didn’t get a chance to ask for what before the air was knocked out of you and the world spun around you.

You landed with a ‘thump’, eyes closed, still holding on tightly to Bill, afraid you were going to be sick.

“It’s alright now, you can open your eyes now,” Bill said quietly.

You opened your eyes, and you were met with the bright sun shining down on you. The light breeze caught in your hair and the smell of the ocean met your nose.

You looked around, the ocean was in front of you, and behind you was old, but cozy-looking, cottage.

“Where are we?” you asked, still not letting go of Bill.

“Shell cottage, it’s my family’s place… I took us here because we’ll be safe here,” Bill explained.

You nodded, but the relief was quickly replaced by worry and fear.

“But what about Harry and the others? They’re not here!” you rushed out, also leaving Bill’s arms to pace in front of him.

He pulled you back and pushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“The rest of the family is fine. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all went somewhere, where I’m not sure, but Ron promised he would let us know that they’re safe.”

You sighed out, still very concerned, but relieved that you were safe and hoped that Harry would be as well.

“Let’s go inside, love,” Bill whispered, taking your hand and leading you inside.

He first showed you around the house and then showed you to your room and let you freshen up or take a nap, just letting you calm down in your own space.

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You were startled awake by the images that played behind your closed eyes. You focused on the room, the moonlight bleeding in through the window, lighting up a part of the floor.

Your breathing was heavy, and your body was sweaty.

You tried to calm down for about 10 minutes, but you just couldn’t find a peaceful enough state to let yourself go back to sleep.

Your feet hit the cold floor and the wood creaked beneath your feet. You made your way out of your room and across the small hallway to where Bill had let you know his room was.

You opened the door slowly, peeking inside.

Inside you were met with a sleeping Bill, his shirtless figure on his back. You closed the door behind you and tip-toed your way over to his bed.

“Bill,” you whispered, already feeling guilty for disturbing him.

He stirred a little, not opening his eyes, but letting out a little “hmm?”, indicating that he was awake enough to hear you.

“I can’t sleep,” you mumbled shyly.

He didn’t say anything further, he only moved his blanket to the side and opened his arms for you to crawl into. You didn’t hesitate before crawling into the bed and curling up close to his body, already feeling calmed by his steady breathing.

“thank you,” you whispered, breathing in his calming scent.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, you could feel his breathing even out and you knew he had drifted off again.

You closed your eyes and listened to the steady beating of his heart, lulling you back to sleep.

You woke up, your entire body warm from being wrapped up in Bill’s arms. Your legs tangled with his, his arms still holding you tightly against him.

You looked at his calm sleeping face, you felt so at home with him, and you let out a content sigh.

“I can feel you staring, you know,” Bill said, startling you.

“I’m not staring,” you fired back too quickly to sound convincing, causing Bill to slightly smirk.

“Whatever you say, darling,” he said and hugged you closer.

He opened his eyes, looking over your face and smiling.

Bill leaned in and pecked your lips slightly, gauging your reaction. You just smiled and leaned in again kissing him longer.

Bill deepened the kiss, moving so he was above you. You spread your legs slightly allowing him to get between them on top of you. The kiss turned more passionate and heated as Bill slowly ground his hips into yours, causing you to softly moan into his mouth.

Bill broke the kiss and looked into your eyes, “Is this okay? Do you want this?”.

You whimpered slightly, “please Bill, I want it.”

Bill let out a groan at your words and reconnected your lips, hips grinding into your own.

The small whines and whimpers that left your lips egged him on and went straight to his cock.

Bill reached one hand between you feeling your wetness through your panties. “So wet for me and I haven’t properly touched you yet.”

You whined at his words, craving more of his touch.

“what is it you want, pretty girl?” he asked, teasing you.

“please touch me, Bill,” you whimpered out, eyes big and begging.

“Such a good girl,” he praised before moving your panties to the side and finding your clit drawing slow circles on the nub.

You moaned at the feeling and grabbed his arm that wasn’t working on you.

His fingers moved down, and he slowly pushed a finger into you causing you to let out a small gasp.

“I just need to get you ready for me,” Bill said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He then added a second finger, creating a delicious feeling because of the slight stretch. Bill used his thumb to rub your clit bringing you closer to your release.

He curled and scissored his fingers making you clench around his fingers, Bill’s lips curled up into a slight grin.

“Cum for me, my beautiful girl.”

His words made the coil in your belly snap and you came on his fingers as you shook and closed your eyes in pleasure. You were panting as Bill worked you through your orgasm. He removed his fingers and brought them up to his lips sucking them clean and releasing them with a ‘pop’.

“absolutely divine.”

He made haste work of removing your panties and the shirt you had slept in, as well as his own boxers.

When you were both completely naked, he stroked his cock a couple of times before running it through your folds to gather your arousal as a lubricant. Bill slowly started pushing into you and you both released simultaneous gasps at the feeling. He pushed all the way in and bottomed out in you but didn’t move as he waited for you to adjust.

“I’m okay, you can move,” you said and moaned when he pulled back his hips and snapped them back into yours, and set a steady and pleasurable pace.

Leaning down so your chests were pressed together, he sloppily kissed you drinking up all the moans that spilled from your mouth to his.

He broke the kiss and leaned up slightly to snake a hand between your bodies to rub your swollen clit. You didn’t have time to process before you came for the second time that morning. Your whole body shook, and your legs tightened around Bill’s hips.

“Such a pretty sight… think you can take one more?” Bill panted out.

You whimpered and nodded.

“Ah, use your words angel.”

“Yes, Bill, I can take another,” you moaned out as he kept pounding into your sensitive cunt.

“Good girl,” Bill said as he pulled out of you and laying himself down, guiding you by your hips to straddle him.

He positioned you above his cock and guided it into you again.

“There you go, my pretty baby, go own ride me,” Bill encouraged, and you wasted no time in obeying him.

You rocked your hips, circled them, and bounced on him until you felt yourself nearing another release and you moaned loudly.

Bill’s hand found your clit again and rubbed it until your knees quivered as you came again.

When you had finished, Bill grabbed your hips and angled you so he could fuck up into you, chasing his own release.

Not long after, his thrusts faltered, and he stilled as he emptied himself in you.

You collapsed onto his chest trying to catch your breath. Bill rubbed your back slowly, before pulling out of you causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“You did so well,” Bill praised, kissing your forehead.

“I’m never going to let you go, my pretty girl.”

#bill weasley #bill weasley fluff #bill weasley smut #bill weasley x y/n #bill weasley x you #bill weasley x reader

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kenmaskitten10 · 4 years ago

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Dilf Deku Headcanons

Midoriya Izuku x GN!Reader

warnings: swearing, NSFW themes (nothing graphic just briefly mentioned),brief mention of bullying/scars, idk this is pretty tame nothing is really described... if u don't like dilfs then don't read this :)

a/n: okay! this is my first time writing/publishing anything on Tumblr so please go easy on me haha... I've had ridiculous Deku brain rot lately and I decided I had to jot a few thoughts down. I'm playing with the idea of turning this into a writing blog, but I am undecided! If anyone wants to thirst for one Izuku Midoriya please come talk to me please anyway without further ado here are some Dilf!Deku hcs.... I'm playing around with doing a NSFW version after this so if you would like to see that let me know!

w/c: 1,498

Okay everyone today I want to talk about Dilf!Izuku

This may be controversial but I personally believe that he has the most Dilf potential out of any of the class 1A boys and no I will not be taking criticism at this time

Sorry but even when he’s younger he has Dilf energy - he’s caring, considerate, takes your feelings into account like a dad he just wants to take care of his baby

oh fuck this man no no no

And listen, here me out on this one….. he has more dilf potential than Bakugo and allow me to tell you why

We can all agree that Bakugo has been confident his entire life, so of course he’s going to be confident when he’s older?? duh

But IZUKU is a different story altogether, he’s never felt confident in his life

His whole childhood he was looked down on for being quirkless, and bullied by someone he thought was his friend kachaan

THEN he got a quirk but oh every time he uses it it breaks all his fucking bones and leaves him with all these scars, and he appreciates them because of what they represent but also he’s young when he gets them, he’s already prone to insecurity and when he’s younger ESPECIALLY i think they just remind him of previous failures

He only started to gain a little bit of confidence in his UA days, but it takes time to rebuild yourself after you’ve been torn down for so long, so I honestly imagine he doesn’t even feel an inkling of confidence until his third year or later and even then, it’s new, it’s unfamiliar, he doesn’t totally know how to act

Because yes, by his third year, he’s starting to realize, oh wow okay, I have an incredible quirk and all these new abilities that I can control better, and wow people are paying attention for good reasons , because he’s tall and attractive, probably cuts his hair undercut Izuku supremacy and he’s made some solid friends who help boost his confidence too

But despite all this, deep down he still feels like that quirkless little kid who has to work three times as hard as anyone else and still doesn’t get the recognition he deserves

But OH BOY

DILF IZUKU??? This man is dripping with confidence

he’s older now. he’s overcome a lot. he’s gone to therapy, and worked his way through the pro hero ranks until he earned his number one spot fair and square, that’s something no one can take away from him

He’s loaded now (see below because I go on a whole tangent), he has nice tasteful style that can only come with age and experience

He knows he’s hot now, because its simply no longer something that can be denied, anyone with eyes can see how attractive he is

If he catches you staring at him, he doesn’t shy away. His cheeks might tint slightly, but he stares right back with the biggest smirk on his face. “See something you like, angel?”

Probably finds reasons to show off slightly but he’s Dilf!Izuku so it’s subtle, it’s meant just for you and god does it drive you crazy

The way he’ll reach for and grab at things when he’s around you because he knows you like his hands (he wants to hold your bags and please let him he just wants to feel needed)

They way he stands behind you while you cook, or work, or read…. He sees you sitting or standing so peacefully and he’ll come up behind you to check out what it is you’re doing. He’ll lean down slowly, quietly, stopping when his breath is on your neck and your nose is filled with his scent, and take a quick peek at whatever it is you’re working on. It takes you a moment to turn around, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest due to his looming presence behind you (I DON’T KNOW WHY THIS IS HOT TO ME IT JUST IS OKAY). When you finally turn to face him, his face breaks into a small smile of victory as his strong hand catches your jaw in a gentle grip and he places an achingly soft kiss to your lips before saying “You look so cute when you’re concentrating,”. As you’re about to go in for another, he lets you go and stands up again, his eyes twinkling. “No no, you’re working so hard baby, don’t let me distract you,” WHEN ALL HE WANTED WAS TO DISTRACT YOU and he succeeded and now you’re all hot and bothered, with no hope of resuming what you were doing

Dilf Deku is a tease I know he is but it’s okay he’ll make it up to you later ;)

He’s got shorter, slightly more cropped hair with grey mixed in with the green, his face more lean and angular… not to mention years of pro hero work have toned his body into an absolute work of art I’m gonna pass out just thinking about it

Freckles splashed across his skin like hundreds of little constellations, accented by scars and marks from old wounds (which he’s come to appreciate - they show how hard he’s worked, how much he’s sacrificed to get to where he is now) he’s muscular but I don’t think he’s quite as big as All Might (his fighting style is a lot different so of course he would build muscle in different places) so this means LEGS LEGS LEGS

LEG MUSCLES FOR DAYS

THICK FUCKING THIGHS oh my god

And holy shit his back muscles too WHEW sometimes in the morning when he gets up before you, you watch him sit on the edge of the bed and flex his shoulders and arms to stretch out in the hazy morning light and Jesus Christ

Dilf Deku is older now, he’s spent his entire life working himself too hard and he missed out on a lot of the fun, impulsive, chaotic things young people do, so I think he wants to let loose a little in his older age, have some fun for once

And what’s more perfect than sweet, youthful, tantalizing little you to indulge in ?

He’s so doting, just wants to make you feel special and cared for

And on that note, if you will indulge me for a moment

he’s fucking RICH like

He’s the number one pro hero, he has brand deals on brand deals on brand deals

And I don’t mean to slander All Might and Endeavor, but in terms of a hot, fuckable number one pro hero, Deku has them beat by a landslide so I imagine he has a wider range of brand deals too, because he can sell the sex appeal angle

I mean can you imagine him in interviews? Interacting with fans? Confident yes, but still soft spoken and kind, almost gentle but anyone can tell he’s completely in control, of himself, of the interview, of the audience, this man has the entire country world wrapped around his little finger

All this to say he’s DRIPPING WITH MONEY

he’s like the guy that overtips an OBSCENE amount like if the waiter is really nice he’ll tip like $300 dollars and won’t even blink (I know they don’t tip at restaurants in Japan but this is more for vibes yk)

sugar daddy deku isn’t a stretch it’s a REALITY

Y��all can be officially together or not, either way Deku loves to spoil his precious little y/n

All you have to do is smile sweetly and ask, and he’s absolute putty in your hands

Complies with even the most egregious of your demands, because hey, he has the money to spare, and how could he say no when you look so cute asking so politely?

GOOD TASTE too like he has a lot of money but he knows how to spend it 😏

Additionally he’s, ya know, him, so he’s insanely charitable and donates to charities, go fund me, personal Venmo accounts of fans that need it

if a fan has like a go fund me for some reason that catches his eye, he’s going to donate and he’s going to donate a lot (A LOT)

he doesn’t even do it for the press, he does it bc he’s a good person but my GOD the press eats it up and so do the fans

These hc’s are so self indulgent but all this to say

Dilf!Deku gets what he wants when he wants it and no one is standing in his way

So when he decides it’s you he wants? Well then it’s you he’s going to get!

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha headcanons #bnha x y/n #mha hcs #mha x reader #dilf izuku #izuku midoriya headcanons #deku #dilf deku #deku x reader #deku x y/n #mha #mha x y/n #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x y/n #izuku

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songbirdsingingthings · 4 years ago

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Heartbeats - Levi Ackerman x Reader

WARNINGS: Season 4 Spoilers, Mentions of Blood, Stitching up Major Injuries, Somewhat Angst, Ending In Fluff, FLOCH SLANDER

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Hajime Isayama

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Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: I REPEAT - SEASON 4 SPOILERS!!! Okay, so basically in this, you replace Hange in the little ride that she, Floch, and the rest of his little group takes out into the wilderness when they end up finding the remnants of the cart explosion. This also means you find out what happens to Levi (poor bby). I hope you enjoy, I had a lovely time writing this!

To put it simply, you were pissed off. If anyone could do a deep dive into your brain, navigate your nervous systems, and land themselves straight into your amygdala, they would find out just how livid you are. Being betrayed by your comrades was one thing. You’ve seen corruption in the military before whether it be in the Military Police or in the Garrison, so you knew it was only a matter of time that a seed of deceit sprouted within the Scout Regiment. However, you didn’t think that there would be so many to purposely go against their oath and betray the core values and people who helped the Scouts become who they were. But the real kicker was that you and Hange, two of the highest ranking people in the regiment, were being led out by gunpoint by Floch. As one of the last remaining captains of the Scouts, you were almost humiliated at the thought of cadets technically holding your life in their hands as the group of you rode on horseback.

“Move along Y/N, we don’t have all day.” Floch said. You didn’t have to turn your head to see the power hungry grin donning the red head’s face. Instead, you scoffed and moved one of your hands up to tug the hood of your cape lower over your face. The rain was pelting your back relentlessly and you shuddered a little at the chill that ran down your back. Of course the rain had to come to make this experience even more miserable than it already was. You wished that Hange was by your side on this little outing, but of course, the little group headed by Floch would only take one of you out at a time. Pay no mind, just try to get through this, you tell yourself, gritting your teeth. You turn your focus onto happier thoughts to try and propel yourself through this little “mission”. Your mind flitted to random, somewhat material things; a freshly washed and dried long sleeve shirt, a cup of soothing tea, and using your ODM gear just for fun. But, like all thoughts of yours tend to do, they all turned onto the man that had been stationed out in the woods for weeks. Levi Ackerman. Four, maybe five years ago, you never would have thought that the gray-eyed man could become anything closer to you than a colleague, much less a boyfriend. But, things just fell weirdly into place, setting up your relationship. Oh, what he would say when he finds out what has been happening back at HQ, you muse, your mouth twitching into a small smile. However, your somewhat appeased expression morphed into one of confusion when a sudden cracking noise reverberated through the air and landed on the ears of you and the group of traitorous scouts.

“Uh… Floch?” You hear one of the scouts say, their voice laced with concern.

“What the hell was that?” Floch asks.

“Thunder maybe?” Another scout chimes in, not sounding confident in their answer. Your eyebrows knit in perplexity as your eyes narrow in the direction the sound came in. Then, it all comes together. A Thunder Spear. You conclude. A lump in your throat forms. But why? The only people out in the woods would be… Levi.

“Let’s head in that direction.” The redhead concludes. The group wordlessly kicks their horses into a canter as everyone heads toward a more northern direction. It’s only when you get closer to the forest’s tree line that you see where that sound came from. In the short distance, a somewhat mangled titan was laying down on its stomach, but closer to you was the wreckage of a wooden cart. Planks of wood were sticking out haphazardly, and to your sorrow, so were two horses. You heard the murmurs of confusion from Floch’s group, but your focus remained on one of the horses. Why was your attention captured by such a sad sight? This poor, jet black horse was on its side. It almost reminded you of Levi’s… no, it looks exactly like his horse. Hurriedly, but not so fast as to draw attention to yourself, your eyes and head dart around the surroundings of the wreckage. Over the drenched plains and tall grass, nothing was out of the norm. Until your eyes landed a green Scout Regiment cloak with its hood up, definitely covering a person’s body that you recognized immediately. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Without hesitation, you hopped off your horse - your feet almost getting tangled in the stirrups of the saddle - and sprinted towards the cloak-wrapped body.

“CAPTAIN Y/N, DO NOT RUN OFF!” Floch shouts over the downpour of rain. Paying no mind to the mud that caked your boots and the stinging of the tall grass as it cut and pricked your face. You reach him and flip him over immediately. As soon as you see his face, you audibly gasp. A long, slightly deep cut stretched from just on top of his right brow, over his right eye, over his mouth, and then finally stopped at his chin. Substantially sized wood chips were buried into his left cheek. What made your hands shake, though, was the fact that all over his pale face and stuck in his silky black hair was his blood. You jostle him once, then twice, and then finally a third time to yield no movement from him.

“ARE YOU ALIVE?” You shout into his ear, your voice trying to reach his eardrums. “ANSWER ME, PLEASE!” You feel your heart breaking as his lips don’t move and his eyes don’t flutter with movement. Never did you think that your time with him would run out. Humanity's strongest soldier, the captain of the special ops squad, and the love of your life taken out of the world just like that? No. He was too stubborn, too hellbent on avenging Erwin and making sure that you don’t get yourself into ‘dumb predicaments’ as he likes to say. You hug his limp body close to you and press your ear to his chest. You knew that Floch and his cronies would be surrounding you soon, but you just wanted one last moment with you and him alone. Your eyes closed as you nestled yourself into him in a last ditch effort in order to find some final comfort from him. All you could hear was the rain and the faint squelching of the “Scouts’” boots coming towards you. But then, as light as a feather, a heartbeat. Your eyes shoot open as you press your ear against his chest closer to his chest, trying to make sure what you heard wasn’t a hallucination. Another heartbeat, although faint, was there. You didn’t have time to react when you heard a voice from behind you.

“I don’t know what happened, but we got lucky. Our biggest threat, now covered in his own blood.” Floch’s words pierced your heart. How he could be so insensitive, so disrespectful of a human life.

“I’ll send a shot through his head.” Another one said.

“He’s dead.” You quickly say, earning silence from the rest of the group. If he’s going to stay alive, I have to act fast. I have to make up stuff on the fly. You say to yourself. “He must have been hit by a Thunder Spear explosion at close range,” you say, incorporating the cracking noise that everyone heard. “I saw something similar in a training accident when Hange was in the developing stage with prototypes. He might not look dead, but his vital organs are in shreds. He died immediately from the internal bleeding.” You say, trying your best to convince them that Levi was, in fact, ready to be buried six feet under. You look up to Floch, forcing tears to spring from your eyes in order to fully sell the effect.

“Well, I know how to take a pulse. Lemme see him and I’ll check to make sure that he is, as you say, dead.” Floch said, nonchalantly. Shit. But, like some higher power was looking down on you, the titan near the treeline produced a strange smoky-like substance, gaining the attention from the group.

“What’s going on?”

“I haven’t seen anything like this before.”

“What do we do?” Comments from everyone in the group were voiced, everyone’s eyes - including yours - trained on the origin of the smoke. And there, like he emerged from a phoenix’s ashes, was Zeke. Your eyes widen, and then narrow. They’re obsessed with Zeke and Eren. This is my chance. Gripping Levi as tightly as you can and putting all of your energy into this exact moment, you launched you and Levi into the river that ran right next to you. You could hear the warped voices of the traitorous scouts as you plunged into the freezing water, but you couldn’t and wouldn’t turn your head. They had the guns, they had the manpower, and they had the higher ground. The only way you and Levi would survive this is if you swam down the river. So, you swam, and swam, and swam.

You gasp and cough up water as you resurface, immediately putting your efforts into getting Levi out of the river water. You manage to push his body and roll it a foot away from the riverbank before you get swept under the water again. FIGHT, DAMMIT! You scream to yourself, clawing your way out and onto the land next to Levi. With another cough and hack, you grab hold of your unconscious boyfriend and somewhat drag, somewhat carrying him into the woods to find what little shelter you could get. You whip your head around quickly to survey your surroundings, finding solace in the fact that it’s just the two of you.

“O-okay,” you waver, your mind strained and your body exhausted, “there’s no one here or after us right now. We’re safe for right now.” You say, hopeful that Levi could hear you. You quickly make a camp out of the supplies that you had on your back as well as the things you could find in nature. Thankfully, every scout - captain or cadet - was required to carry a full tent and sleeping pack, so as quickly as you could, you set those both up. From when you were hammering in the little pegs of the tent and unfolding and rolling out the sleeping pack, you kept a watchful eye on Levi. Finally, everything was set up and a small campfire was roaring. Now, you could officially tend to him. You peel back the cloak from his body and set in near the fire to dry it off. Pulling Levi gently over and onto the sleeping pack, you brush back his hair from his face so that you could fully assess his injuries.

“Oh Levi…” You murmur, taking in that big scar again. There was no doubt that he had gone blind in his right eye. All you could hope was that there is no infection. So, quickly, you take out your first aid kit and get to work. First, you start to remove the wood chips from his face with tweezers. “You know, you would be furious if you saw how Floch treated Hange and the rest of the leading officials within the Regiment. Probably would’ve ended him right then and there.” You blab, trying to distract yourself and talk to Levi at the same time. Pulling wood out of your boyfriend’s face was not something you loved doing. Thankfully, there weren’t that many chips and they didn’t splinter, so that work was quick. Now came the monstrous task of stitching up those gashes stretching across his face. The one on his cheek didn’t worry you, but the one stretching across his eye and mouth most definitely did. So, to try and fuel your confidence, you start with the smaller and less dependent one. After a couple of shaky tries, you finally thread the needle and tie a knot at the end of it to prevent the stitch from coming undone.

“Okay, you can do this Y/N. It’s just like when your mom used to stitch up your clothes, right? Just nice and slow…” you say to yourself, bringing the needle to his mangled skin. “Levi, I can’t believe you’re making me do this you asshole!” You whine, a few tears falling from your eyes as you finally stick the needle through his skin and stitching it together. You got into a steady rhythm, messing up a bit here and there, but eventually getting the job done. You grab the little thread scissors and snip off the end of the thread, tying the little thread at the end of the gash tightly, but not as taut as to rip the stitching.

“Now onto the big one.” You breathe, prepping yourself. With a deep breath and a scrunch of your eyes, you begin at his chin and start making your way up. It was a short distance to stitch to his bottom lip, but you hated to sew that part up. Those lips were always so soft against your skin. From pressing butterfly kisses to your shoulders when you would wake up in bed, quick ones to your forehead before leaving for a mission, and passionate ones to your lips when you would finally get back, those lips comforted you and helped you through the tough reality of living. Now, you had to leave a permanent reminder on his lips that he wasn’t as invincible as he might’ve once thought. You tie that part off before starting at his top lip, making your way up to his eye. This was the part you were dreading. Those silver irises drew your attention in whichever situation you were in. Whether it be a meeting of the minds or just a quick glance his way, you would get absolutely lost in those gray pools. Now, he would have only one and his vision would be used through a single eye.

“Come on L/N, you’ve got this.” You whisper while starting to stitch his eye. It was a rough, uncomfortable experience, but finally you made it over his eye and to his forehead. And, with one last tie and a snip from the scissors, you were done. The last thing you had to do was wrap his right hand. You discovered, when dragging him through the river, just how far his injuries extended. Two of his fingers, his middle and index, were cut clean off. It pained you to know that he would have to relearn how to use ODM gear again. The tool he was a master and artist at using, making himself look graceful and deadly at the same time, he would have to relearn. You just covered his hand and wounds quickly, and let your mind veer from that. You cleaned his face again, swiping a clean strip of your shirt, a piece you ripped off, and went carefully over his stitches and took extra care in the more tender areas. Then, you threw it to the side and plopped down at his side, staring at the grass in front of you.

“What the hell do we do now…” You say, your voice dry and void of life, your eyes sullen. “We can’t stop Zeke between you, me, and the rest of the scouts we have on our side. Eren’s on this weird and insane rampage, ostracising Mikasa and Armin from himself, as well as the rest of us. The Yeagerists are becoming this crazed cult by seizing control over everything… I just do not know what to do.” You confess, laying all of your feelings out for him to, hopefully, hear. Glancing back at Levi, you see he’s still motionless. However, you see the shallow rise and fall of his chest, and that comforts you for now.

Levi is still unconscious when you begin formulating ideas on how to get him back or get help in general. Armin, Mikasa, and the rest of the 104th cadets were being kept somewhere, you knew that much. You had no way of knowing where they were keeping Hange or how she was doing, and the other top ranking officials of each of the different regiments were either colluding with the Yeagerists or being beaten to a pulp by them. Even Hitch, a member of the Garrison that everyone had taken a large liking to, was probably still guarding Annie who was stuck in her crystal for four five years and counting. Your thoughts were put to a hold, though, when a beam of light and a booming sound erupted from the walls. You spun around to face the light, absolutely dumbstruck at the sight. You had seen something like this before, for example whenever Armin or Eren changed into their respective titans, but this was something different.

“Oh my-” You begin to say, but then a strangled sounding groan was voiced. Levi. Whipping your head to face him, you find the black-haired man sitting up slowly and grumbling.

“The Beast… That piece of shit… where is he…?” You quickly make your way over to him, pressing a gentle hand to his stomach.

“Hey, easy, lay back down.” You order softly. To your surprise, he complies. “Zeke went back to Shiganshina with the Yeagerists.” You explain, trying to answer Levi’s question. You see the absolutely defeated look in his eye, but was not able to see his frown through the wrappings you had placed around his head to dress his wounds. “Levi,” you ask softly, bringing your hand to lightly hold his left hand, “what happened?” His gaze left yours to look beyond yourself, maybe towards the sky.

“I screwed up. I didn’t take into question whether Zeke was ready to die or not. I guess he was since he triggered that thunderspear I had aimed towards his neck. I let him get away. Again.” His eyes went back onto yours.

“I… I know you’re upset and you want your revenge, I really do. But, for right now, I think that we-”

“If we keep running and hiding, where the hell will that get us.” Levi interrupts. You press your mouth into a tight line and look away from him.

“I know, I agree.” You say, sighing. “We’ll get back there, back into the action. We’ll make things right.”

“My goal is to kill Zeke.” He says. You know that killing Zeke has been on his mind ever since Erwin, and you know it will never leave it. However, you can’t stop the worry that rises within you when you think about how that may be Levi’s only goal. How after he completes it, he won’t make new goals or find new dreams to carry out within life. Your body goes a bit rigid and now you turn away from him completely. However, if you could see Levi’s face, you would know that he realizes how his wording found a way to hurt you, and he hated that. He hated the thought that you had to risk your neck for his, take care and stitch him up, and now put up with him. “Y/N-”

“No, I understand.” You say, turning your face back to his and pressing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes onto your face.

“Y/N.” He says more forcibly now, causing your fake smile to drop. “Killing Zeke is my goal. It’s not my entire life's purpose.” Tears start to well in your eyes as you bite your cheek, willing them to stop.

“Okay.” You croak, grasping onto his hand tighter. You feel his grip on you tighten as well. “Levi Ackerman, we will get through this, do you understand me? You are not allowed to die on me until we are both old and gray and on rocking chairs outside on the little patio in front of our house, got it?” You say, letting the tears flow freely.

“Until we’re old and gray.” He repeats, nodding. You sigh out of pure exhaustion and lay down next to him.

“It fucking sucked stiching you up. I don’t understand how medics do that.” You say, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, well, I could tell the stitches are shoddy at most. You’ll probably leave me with an ugly ass scar across my face.” He bites back. This earns a smile from you as you turn your head, pressing a kiss to his left cheek.

“You could prove to be a whole lot nicer to me. I had to drag your ass through a river.”

“I would’ve paid money to see you swim.” He muses, earning a drop of the jaw from you.

“Hey, I can swim fine!” You reason. A few beats of silence pass.

“Thank you. For dragging me away from those little shits and cleaning me up.” You nod and let one of your hands fall on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It’s steady and consistent this time, causing a smile to spread across your face as you close your eyes.

“I love you.” You say, grasping onto his shirt.

“I love you too. And I promise, for the rest of your life, I’ll be there for you too.” Unfortunately, the last part of confession falls upon deaf ears on your part since you passed out into a much needed sleep. That’s okay to him, though. He would be there by your side to tell you that again, and again, and again.

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atlasdoe · 2 years ago

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The epic highs and lows of Hogwarts Quidditch snippet

All of my WIPS are taking me forever to finish because I recently got a new job so because of that heres a snippet of my Quidditch fic that’s apart of my cannon compliant series maybe we were born for this

[An extract from Quidditch moments that defined a sport, by Kennilworthy Whisp, Chapter 15: The next generations demand for attention]

Most young witches and wizards' first introduction to Quidditch is through school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry prides itself on producing some of the best professional Quidditch players the world has ever seen. Over the years the young Quidditch teams of Hogwarts have gained nearly as much attention, coverage, bets and extremely loyal fans as any of the professional teams have. Fans up and down the country still wave their house colours proudly as they watch the next generation take to the sky, but it hasn't always been like this.

Back in the day only a few people still kept up to date with what was happening on the Hogwarts pitch, they said it was boring and undeveloped. They said that watching children play for bragging rights was no match for the professionals who played for their lives. But that all changed in 1976 when Hogwarts had their best season of Quidditch yet.

There were many things that made the years 1976 - 1977 go down in Quidditch history. In fact, if you ask, many people can remember the exact moment they decided to give in and start giving these kids the attention they deserved. From the record-breaking teams to all of the conspiracies on what exactly was happening off the pitch, everyone had their own reason to listen in as Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff competed in the final; everyone was on the edge of their seats when disaster struck.

August 1976

Dorcas Meadows had deliberately kept quiet when the green and silver CAPTAIN badge fell out of her letter and into her hand.

It's not like anyone would’ve been able to hear her anyways over the loud celebration that was happening for James Potter.

“CAPTAIN!!! CAPTAIN!!!! OH, YOU KNOW WE’RE WINNING THE CUP THIS YEAR!” Sirius yelled as he jumped up and down with glee.

Dorcas rolled her eyes as she watched the boys from the sofa. She hated it when her brother's stupid friends came over.

Nevertheless, both of her mothers still came round the kitchen table where the boys were sat and congratulated James on making captain. They kissed his cheek and patted his hair as they told him how proud they were and he wasn't even their kid!

Dorcas bit her tongue, she wouldn't let her unnecessary jealousy decide her gameplay.

The boys didn’t settle down for the rest of the morning. James Potter was clever, but he was like a puppy in many ways. When he got excited it was extremely hard for him to come down from his high, especially when he had Sirius Black egging him on.

She would’ve loved to be the one to deflate James Potter's ego at that moment, to jump up loudly and proclaim that he wasn’t the only skilled Quidditch player in the room, but if she did that she would be giving herself away. Maybe if she kept quiet James would let some of his plans slip, maybe they could take advantage of his puppy-like behavior for once.

She had expected him to shove his own badge in her face and do a song and dance about how much better Gryffindor was than Slytherin, but he didn’t. He caught her staring and locked their eyes with a knowing smirk that said, Gryffindor is finally winning the cup this year.

He couldn’t say it out loud. Rule number one of James and Dorcas’ friendship: No house slander or Quidditch talk off the pitch.

“Proud of me Meadows?” James boasted as he passed them on his way up to Remus’ room with the others.

Dorcas’ reply came out a lot more genuine than they intended, “Y’know what Potter? I actually am,” they smiled and held out their hand. “Well done.”

James gave a smile that matched theirs and upon taking her hand pulled her up from the sofa and into a hug.

Dorcas rolled their eyes but hugged back either way. She couldn’t wait to destroy him on the pitch.

The room could only be described as electric when all of the Hogwarts letters came during the McKinnon's annual summer party.

Marlene was not surprised to find her blue and bronze badge in her envelope, nor was she surprised when she saw Edgar Bones already pinning his black and yellow one to his shirt.

“Bit over the top don’t you think?” Marlene teased across the table to where Edgar was sat, sandwiched between Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

Edgar gave her a flashy smile, “I don’t think it’s over the top at all. Have to let everyone know whos winning the cup this year.”

Marlene had to laugh, “Oh I almost forgot,” she smirked. “Not everyone can get a cup during their first year as captain, can they?” Her smile grew as Edgars dropped. She shrugged, “I wish you the best of luck, you will truly need it after coming fourth last year.”

Beside her, Emmeline Vance hid her laughter with the book she was pretending to ignore everyone with.

Edgar saw her laugh and pointed a finger at her exclaiming, “You’re not allowed to laugh,”

Emmeline, who had clearly not been expecting to be brought into the conversation, went bright red, “Why aren’t I allowed to laugh?”

“Because you’re the reason why we lost so badly last year,” he replied.

At this, Fabian and Gideon began laughing hysterically.

Edgar slapped both of his mates on the arm, “I’m serious!” he protested. “Here,” he placed a piece of paper on the table in front of them. On the paper was a handwritten table, One of the headers being games I caught the snitch, and another being games Emmeline was there.

Marlene looked at Edgar with a raised eyebrow, Fabian and Gideon were yet to stop laughing. “What am I looking at?” she asked.

Edgar rolled his eyes as if it was obvious, “Every game that Emmeline wasn’t there, I didn’t catch the snitch.” He turned to talk to Emmeline directly. “And you were always at the library last year for your OWLs. You’re my lucky charm and you abandoned me!”

Now it was Marlene’s turn to roll her eyes, “Don’t be stupid. Emme isn’t even a Hufflepuff.”

“Don’t go against the facts, McKinnon.”

“This isn’t facts this is bullshit.”

“It’s a coincidence,” Fabian supplied. “Which is what we’ve been trying to tell him since the beginning of summer.”

“I can’t believe you actually made a table,” Gideon added, still laughing into his hands.

Edgar slapped Fabian's hand away when he went to take it, “I told you I would and it’s important. Leave it alone.”

Fabian's attempts didn’t stop but Gideon joined in and soon the three boys were in what could only be described as a cat fight, the table completely forgotten.

Marlene and Emmeline shared a glance. Boys, Marlene mouthed as Emmeline raised an eyebrow, smiling.

This Quidditch season seemed to be off to an interesting start already.

It is very unlikely that we will ever see such a great choice for captains as we did that year. James Potter, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, and Edgar Bones were truly a one-of-a-kind lineup. Not only were they four of the most accomplished players but this was only the tenth time in Hogwarts history where each captain played a different position on the pitch.

Expectations for the season were high from them alone. Edgar Bones had been a force to be reckoned with since his first game in ‘71. His ability to catch a snitch was unlike any other and this was not only his third year as Hufflepuffs captain but his last year at Hogwarts altogether. However, he was still lacking a cup as captain.

Although this was Potter and Meadows’ first year wearing the badge they were already two of Hogwarts finest; their commitment to the sport and, most importantly, the competition is what made every game they played so memorable. This was both their sixth year at school and fifth year on the team.

Despite being in the same academic year, Marlene McKinnon was a different story. This was her fourth year on the Ravenclaw team and second year as captain. After years of being underestimated by her own house, McKinnon proved them all wrong when she lead her team to victory in ‘76; a victory that she was certain to repeat, only this time she had everyone and their mothers betting on her.

After all, Marlene McKinnon has a rare gift. One that we may never see again.

Marlene could ride a broom before she could even walk, that's what her Mum always used to say. She could hold a beater's bat before a fork, cheer before she could talk, throw before she could crawl.

Even before she was herself, Marlene McKinnon could always play Quidditch. And damn did she know it.

It was her father who taught her how to play. She and Edgar would spend hours upon hours outside in their neighborhood park practicing their flying and catching skills. By the ages of 7 and 8, they had mastered every position and decided which one they wanted to play going forward.

While Edgar had amazing sight and felt a rush whenever he dove down to catch a snitch Marlene loved the feeling of adrenaline that she felt when she hit the blundgers as hard as she could and watch them go, always in exactly the direction that she wanted them to.

By the age of 9, she had it all planned out. She was going to go to Hogwarts, join the team as a beater her second year, and by her sixth year, she would be captain and lead her team to victory year after year. After school, it was straight to Kenmare Kestrels' summer camp where she would improve her skills and get to know her future teammates better. Of course, this summer would mostly be for fun as she was certain that she would’ve already been drafted by this point and set to join their team the following September.

Marlene would never allow her imagination to go beyond that point, didn't want to jinx anything.

She had become the captain of the Kenmare Kestrels 9 - 11s team at the age of 10. When she first told her dad he had lifted her high upon his shoulders and told everyone within a five-mile radiance that his eldest was going to become the best Quidditch player there ever was and everyone around them truly believed it. Marlene McKinnon was going to be great.

#PLEASE tell me if you'd read this because it's going to be LONG #Harry Potter #the marauders #the marauders era #marlene mckinnon #James Potter #Remus Lupin #dorcas meadowes #Edgar Bones #emmeline vance #Lily Evans #wolfstar #jegulus #jily #dorlene

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kaaytea · 3 years ago

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Kuramochi Youichi x reader

Warnings: slight Sawamura slander

Summary: You are his muse, his love, his canvas.

A/n: once again pushing my art nerd Kuramochi agenda. You can't stop me, this hc will be apart of my characterization of him. Enjoy, fellow Kuramochi simps ♥️

He was being so very gentle with you.

Your hand laid in his, forearm exposed as he layered more and more color onto it's surface. His brush —old and caked with dried paint chipping off the ferrule and handle— languidly dragged over the delicate skin of your arm. The touch was feather-light, almost undetectable to your body as he continued spreading the cold paint onto you.

Art had always been Kuramochi's creative outlet; there was something so calming about sparking one’s imagination. It made him feel grounded, in control. Over time this hobby became a sort of escape; hiding in pages smudged with ink and graphite was much easier and quicker than anything else.

The acrylic smell embraced your senses in a familiar welcome as he swiped more green onto your skin, messily tapping the bright color into place. Kuramochi didn't usually work with paint much —he was far more familiar with pastels and markers than the liquidy, free form substance— but recently he'd started to branch out a bit to test his skills.

He started on scrap papers then quickly moved to more niche items like sneakers and baseballs. Painting on skin hadn't even crossed his mind until you picked up a dirty brush and drew a smiley face on the back of his hand. He was instantly intrigued with the idea and you, being your gracious self, offered to be his canvas.

You Had been watching him for about half an hour now. In that half-hour the shortstop hadn't spoken a word —apart from a few choice swears when he messed up. You watched his face scrunch up in concentration, his brows furrowed and tongue slightly poking out from the corner of his mouth.

He hated when you said it, but Kuramochi was absolutely adorable when this absorbed in something.

You unconsciously let out an amused huff while watching him, the noise prompted said boy to look up at you briefly before redirecting his attention to your arm.

"What's so funny?" He grumbled, a slight pout tugged at his lips.

"Oh nothing," you drawled. Your free hand reached up to run through his hair, which was still slightly damp from the shower he had taken after practice. You gently pushed his bangs back only to watch the strands flop down across his forehead again. "You just look really cute right now."

Kuramochi stiffened slightly at your words. He had his head down but you could tell he was blushing by how red his ears were turning. He looked up at you, but in his flustered state he stumbled over his words, "Y-you can't just say that to me while I'm trying to work!"

You laughed at him and leaned forward to press kisses onto his warm cheeks. The action made his face burn even more as he tried to wiggle away from your unprompted affections. Despite his resistance, he still pressed a firm kiss to your lips when you finished your assault on his face.

"Jokes on you because the cutest person in this room is sitting right in front of me," he huffed out as he returned to put the finishing highlights on your arm.

You hummed at his response. Should you mess with him? It would be so easy to poke fun at him right now. Maybe just a little, teasing never really hurt anyone anyways, right?

"I don't know, personally I think Sawamura has me beat in the cute category."

It felt like your body was imploding as you fought the urge to laugh, your lungs screamed for air and body shook as you held everything in. Youichi's face was absolutely priceless; a mixture of shock and mild disgust twisted his features.

"I'm sorry but did you just call Bakamura cute?" Kuramochi's brain was malfunctioning. You just called the boy that annoys half the team daily and who is currently passed out on his bunk snoring cute.

"C'mon Youichi," You laughed, finally letting everything bubble over with a hearty slap to his knee. "He's like a little puppy!"

"Yeah, a jumpy, un-house-trained puppy."

You blinked owlishly at his hunched form, no longer entranced by the graceful tracing of the brush against your arm.

"Mochi did you just imply that if Sawamura was a dog he wouldn't be house-trained?"

"Yes I fucking did," he said, looking up At you briefly, "are you opposed to that statement?"

"I mea-"

A loud snore cut off your response. The two of you looked up at the boy half falling out of his bunk with drool slipping from the corner of his mouth, before turning back to each other. It seemed as though Sawamura had answered Kuramochi's question for you.

"I take back what I previously said."

"Good," Mochi leaned back from your arm and placed his brushes into the dirty water cup on the floor next to him, the wood clinked sharply against the glass as the brushes swiveled into their resting place.

"Finished?" You asked.

The boy nodded before reaching his arms up into a full-body stretch, looking akin to a house cat after a long nap. A soft groan rumbled from him as he rid himself of his sore back and shoulders.

Your attention drifted from your boyfriend to his artwork splayed across your arm. Your eyes were met with an even blend of greens and brown as they trailed over the painting. It started at your palm, a bountiful and bright tree intricately traced over your skin, the plant’s trunk extended down and broke into roots at your wrist —roots that were following the same path you knew your veins happened to make.

"Trees are supposed to represent life and veins carry blood. Get it? Lifeblood?" Kuramochi watched you expectantly as he explained his inspiration. A short snort of amusement was what he got in return.

"Yes you're absolutely hilarious —and incredibly talented," you whispered the latter part as you pressed —what was supposed to be— a chaste kiss onto his lips. Kuramochi had other plans as he pulled you into his lap and deepened the kiss, but pulled away before it could get too heated.

"You know you'll always be prettier than anything I could ever paint," he whispered in between the small pecks he was placing across your cheeks. It wasn't a rare event for the shortstop to be so affectionate; you had him wrapped around your finger and he knew exactly that.

"If the team ever found out how sappy you actually are they would roast you alive," you quipped.

"It's a good thing they'll never find out then," he responded, bumping his nose against yours before sealing his response with a final kiss.

#kuramochi youichi #kuramochi youichi x reader #kuramochi x reader #kuramochi imagine #kuramochi youichi oneshot #daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace #ace of the diamond x reader #ace of the diamond #diamond no ace x reader #daiya no ace oneshot #daiya no ace imagines #ace of the diamond oneshot #kuramochi yōichi #Kuramochi yōichi x reader

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pagesoflauren · 5 years ago

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The Highest Bidder Ch. 3 (Ransom Drysdale x reader; sugar daddy!AU)

Summary: A graduate-level education is a costly pursuit. When you move out of state to study in Boston, expenses pile up, leading you to auction off what is apparently your most valuable asset: your virginity. It goes to the highest bidder…who happens to be Ransom Drysdale.

There are no major spoilers for Knives Out. Consider this as an alternate timeline. There will be references to the movie/its characters. This chapter contains some dynamics of the Thrombey family that are revealed in the movie, which--as someone who has seen the movies multiple times--I personally consider to be very minor spoilers. Please read at your own risk.

Warnings: loss of virginity, explicit sexual content/smut, angst, sugar daddy/baby arrangement, dark elements, dubcon, cliffhangers, minor spoilers for Knives Out, swearing, Ransom is an asshole (more to add and if you spot any that I’ve missed, please kindly let me know!)

A/N: Thanks for being super patient while I worked on this! This one’s mostly plot, so I promise the next one will be smutty 😏

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Ransom slams the door of his car as he sits in the driver’s seat.

His fucking family.

There was meant to be a “pleasant Sunday brunch-adjacent get-together” for the release party of Harlan’s newest book. His family is never pleasant no matter what day they gather, so Ransom should’ve known it would’ve turned into a shitshow.

Walt had been parading around boasting about how proud he was of “his and dad’s new book” to anyone outside of the family who would listen. Ransom’s father decided to pick a little fight with him, despite his mother’s urging not to.

“But they aren’t your books, are they Walt?” Richard taunted, “They’re Harlan’s books.”

Ransom had parked himself right at the refreshments table, nudging the platter of breakfast pastries closer to himself. He idly picked up a croissant and nibbled as he watched everything unfold. “Shit stirring prick,” Meg muttered as she grabbed a cup of coffee.

“This is all them, Meggy,” he said, his mouth full of soft, buttery croissant flakes. “I’m just getting a front row seat for the entertainment.”

Meg rolled her eyes and walked away. Walt had smiled simply before replying. “Of course, Richard. Just like how the real estate company is Linda’s, not yours.”

Linda then elbowed Richard, a hard signal to defend himself from her little brother’s jab like the “proud husband” he’s supposed to be.

“At least Linda was able to build something on her own.” Ransom rolled his eyes at that statement while his mother patted his father on the shoulder.

“Only because dad was generous enough to loan her a million dollars to build that company.”

Ransom dipped his croissant into his coffee and smirked as he chewed. When his father didn’t say anything, his mother blew her cap at both of them.

It started out relatively quiet before escalating into a full on spectacle. Across the room, Ransom saw Harlan exchange a look with Marta, his nurse, before completely ignoring the situation and returning to the conversation he was having with a guest.

“You can’t say shit, Richard, you’re getting nothing from his family!”

Ransom laughed loudly at the truth in that declaration. The three pairs of eyes turned and fingers pointed at him before insults were spewed his way.

Rolling his eyes, he let them at him, not caring what they were saying. It was all true. He was a little piece of shit, an entitled prick, he was all of it.

Because of them.

Leaving his half eaten croissant in his coffee cup, he placed it on the table and coolly sauntered across the room, slander following him all the way until it was directed back within the group.

Ransom had grabbed a copy of the book, given his granddad a nod of acknowledgement as a goodbye, then left. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the yelling all the way from the parking lot. Harlan looked a little disappointed as he left.

What did Harlan ever do for him anyway, besides give him a generous monthly allowance? What did his parents ever do for him? His mother spent her days running a real estate company while his father devoted his time to doing everything he could to get his hands on some of that money.

And where did Ransom fall in all of this?

Nobody actually cared about him. They shut him up with money and invited him to parties to make him feel like he was part of something. In reality, his family was nothing to be a part of. There wasn’t anything to them. Just a pile of mystery novels that turned words into money and fed it to hungry beasts. And Ransom was one of them.

That’s what he was, that’s what he was always meant to be. His mother never let him be a kid. When the grass was bright green after all the snow melted and Ransom rolled around, staining his crisp private school uniform with virescent splotches, she yelled at him. When she instructed her husband to continue the scolding, he gave a half-assed, “Don’t do it again.” The day was ruined after that.

And somehow, in the moment when he breathed in your perfume, he remembered one of the few moments where he was content: watching the world spin as the sky was down and the ground was up and the conifers looked like stalactites in a strange cave.

He loved remembering that. And it terrified him. The second he started remembering the brief golden moments of his childhood, he knew it was best to get himself off as soon as possible and take off. He’d hold on to memories of how you felt around his cock for when he couldn’t get between a girl’s legs.

He’ll never admit to anyone how often he thinks of you and the time he spent sharing a bed with you.

Shaking his head and starting the car, he pulled away from the party venue and drove through the city. At a stoplight, he picks up the hefty novel and flips it to the back cover.

He reads something about a statue and a dead art historian. Rolling his eyes, already disinterested, he throws the book back on the seat.

Passing through the university area, Ransom decides to grab a cup of coffee. He pulls into a parking spot, ignoring the blinking red light of the meter as he gets out to enter the cafe.

He does a double take when he sees you exiting with a man. You look completely different: your hair is in a messy ponytail and your makeup is more natural, focusing on accentuating your features instead of looking glamorous. You’re donning a sweater with the name of the university just across the street.

He’s rendered immobile at the sight of you. His thoughts come crashing down on him like an avalanche.

It’s been nearly two months since that night. He’s filled the days and weeks between now and then with various girls, all of whom were confident and sexy and unafraid to match his pace in bed. He could have any one of them at his doorstep with a snap of his fingers.

So why is he suddenly frozen, watching you and some guy walk down the street?

It was ridiculous, really, how much he had dreamt of your encounter, tried to recall your smell and the taste of your skin. He hates that he never got a sample from between your legs. He’d been so caught up in how you felt around his finger that it went straight to his cock and he just had to be inside you.

He’s never been so caught up on anyone before.

When he drinks whiskey, he sees you, turning in your dress and heels. He wonders if maybe he could see you again, maybe you’d be more confident, maybe more experienced…

Have you slept with anyone since July? Have you slept with the guy you’re with now?

His wonder causes him to mindlessly follow after you, sights set on the bright scrunchie that keeps your hair together as he imagines you underneath the guy you’re walking with, crying out as he thrusts into you…

Ransom doesn’t like the idea of that. He hates it, shakes his head to dispel it from his brain. Then he stops suddenly.

But what does it matter? You weren’t anyone to him, just some girl on a website who auctioned your virginity and he bought it. He didn’t buy you. You weren’t his to own.

He’d be lying if he said he felt he got his money’s worth though.

When he thinks about that night, besides all the erotic images of your face and how you felt wrapped so tightly around him, there was something underneath the heat and lust he felt. He saw curiosity come across your face multiple times that night and he felt the same.

He wanted to know what you’d look like on top. He wanted to know what you tasted like (he still hates himself for not taking the opportunity). He wanted to know what sounds you’d make when he went rough. He wanted to know how you sounded when you let yourself succumb to complete, unrestrained pleasure.

He knew you were holding back, he saw the terror that came across your face when you looked at his size. You barely even touched him. God, how would you touch him? How would your hands feel on him, running over his skin?

There were so many things he wanted to know about you, so many things he wanted to watch you do.

It terrified him to remember the brief blissful moments of his childhood while he was with you, and that’s why he left so quickly. But one night with you wasn’t enough.

The thought propels him forward, stepping after you again once he spies your scrunchie again.

You’re turning a corner; he needs to catch up. His pace quickens.

When has he ever chased a girl before?

As he rounds the corner, Ransom sees you stepping into a shop, appearing to playfully curtsey as the man holds the door open for you. He slows down a little, wanting it to appear as if he’s casually walking around. When he reaches the shop, he realizes it’s a used bookstore.

Maybe I can grab Harlan’s book and pretend I’m selling it.

He decides against it though. He doesn’t want to risk you getting away from him. He enters the shop and immediately goes for the taller shelves to conceal himself from plain view. Peeking between the tops of the books and the next shelf above it, he spots you. You’re near the back, looking at the large, brightly colored children’s books.

Shit, did he get you pregnant?!

Ransom shakes his head then smiles to himself; he remembers hearing you gasp when he rolled a condom onto himself. He feels his cock twitch at the memory.

“God, it’s so ridiculous that we have to buy our own books for clinicals,” he hears you gripe.

“Yeah, but it’s good practice for when we’re actually in the field,” the man nudges you with his elbow, “We’re gonna have to figure out which books will suit clients’ interest and all.”

“Yeah, I guess. I just wish I didn’t have to do this before work tonight.”

“Don’t you work at eight, though?”

Work? Why are you working when he gave you so much money?

“Yeah, but it’s less time preparing for seminar tomorrow. Not to mention the paper for fluency. Ugh, being a grad student is so hard, Toby,” you moan, leaning your forehead on his shoulder.

A hot puff of air shoots out from Ransom’s nose.

“Oh, stop it, you big baby. C’mon. It’s barely past one. We’re gonna get this done, then go back to my place and study a little. And remember why we’re doing this?” he asks, turning so his front is facing you. Your head sags for a moment, having leaned the weight of your skull on him before your neck straightens.

“To help kids become better communicators,” you say together, as if it’s a mantra.

“Exactly,” the man--Toby--smiles. “Besides, it’s Sunday. I’m pretty sure the diner won’t be super crowded like it was for me last night. If anything, it’s crowded with people trying to cure their hangovers right now. Then, when the diner’s empty, you can study. It’s just on the next block over, anyway. They know you’re a student, so I don’t think they’ll kick up a fuss if you crack open a notebook. It’s just you and the cook, too, right?”

You hum in affirmation as you pick up a book and tuck it under your arm.

“So, that just shows they know nobody’s gonna be there! You’re golden!”

You giggle as you swat his hand away when he makes to pinch you. Ransom leans forward into the bookcase in an attempt to get closer to you, enchanted by the sound.

What the hell has gotten into him?!

“Sir, can I help you find something?” a store associate startles him.

“What--no, no. Absolutely not,” Ransom spews, fumbling around with his hands trying to look inconspicuous. His leather jacket squeaks with his movements. The associate looks confused, tilting their head as they watch him.

“I’m just leaving,” he shakes his head, making his way to storm out the door.

He makes his way back to his car, taking note of the diner Toby was talking about. It really was on the next block over, hard to miss with a gaudy 50s-style neon green light-up sign and fluorescent pink lettering.

Ransom smiles to himself as he makes his way back to his car. He knows exactly what to do.

The lighting in the diner is harsh against Ransom’s eyes and he blinks a little as he gets out of his car. It’s just before midnight and the streets are empty, save for a few students who are walking into the coffeeshop and drugstores around the block. Stepping in, checkered black and light gray tiles lay on the floor, though he’s certain the gray tiles are supposed to be white. There’s a counter with a bunch of red cushioned stools and booths all around the wall.

“Evenin’ son,” the cook says as he peeks through the window on the wall beyond the counter. “You just take a seat right up here and our hostess will be right out.”

The man turns away and shouts your name.

Ransom smirks at the sound of your name, perching himself on a stool and immediately getting comfortable. The only thing that would make this better would be if the stools had backs so he could put his feet up. Instead, he rests his elbow on the counter and waits for you to come.

The kitchen door swings open.

“Sorry to keep you waiting--” your sentence stops short and he smiles deviously at you.

You’re in the same makeup and ponytail from earlier, though this time a pen is nestled where your hair is gathered, kept in place by the scrunchie you’ve been wearing. Instead of your university sweatshirt, you’re sporting a denim blue button up waitress dress, complete with a sewn on oval white patch with your name stitched into it. There’s a white apron tied around your waist.

His smirk deepens more. If anything, this is almost like the start to a bad porn film. One where he’d bend you over the counter and--

“Hi, Ransom,” you greet him, interrupting his almost fantasy.

“Hey,” he nods, so satisfied in your surprised expression.

You awkwardly place the menu in front of him and wring your hands a little.

“Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee?”

Ransom hums, pink lips puckering before he answers, “Hot chocolate, actually.”

Your nod is a little perplexed. “Okay, right. I’ll go get that for you.”

You turn to the espresso machine behind you and Ransom likes the view of your ass he’s treated to as he opens the menu. Once he’s decided, he looks up, seeing your back still turned to him as you watch hot chocolate trickle into a mug. He knows it can’t be that interesting.

“Hey,” he calls, disrupting your focus.

You whirl around, ponytail whipping about with the movement of your head. “Huh?”

“I’m ready,” he says, holding up the menu.

“Oh,” you reach into the pocket of your apron and pull out a notepad before plucking the pen from your hair. “What’ll it be?”

He multitasks, reciting his order and watching you at the same time. You seem to be avoiding looking at him, even when you ask him to clarify what bread he wants for his toast. Your eyes briefly dart up from your notepad to his face when you repeat his order.

When he hums in affirmation that you got his order correct, your movements seem to buffer.

Got her, he thinks.

You rip the sheet from the pad and hand it to the cook.

“Man, Monte Cristo crepes? At this time of night?” the man whines.

Ransom gives an apathetic shrug.

“Well, alright then. You better tip our little miss here well so that she can split it with me.”

Ransom watches as you press your palm into your forehead, probably cringing at the idea of him tipping you after he paid you $50,000.

You turn back to the espresso machine and grab the mug, carefully carrying it to him.

“Whipped cream?” you offer, taking out the silver canister from the fridge underneath the counter.

“No,” he shakes his head, “I’d prefer having that in the bedroom.”

You seem to huff a laugh at that and you put the canister back where it belongs.

He takes a sip, then his face scrunches.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Is this imported?”

It appears you can’t help the bewildered smile that comes across your face. “Um, I don’t know where it’s from, but I don’t think it’s imported.”

“Oh.” He gives an experimental sip, holding the liquid in his mouth before he swallows.

“Is it okay?” you ask.

So you’re a people pleaser… or you’re just a waitress trying to make sure your customer’s satisfied.

“Yeah, it’s acceptable.”

“Oh, good,” you smile, relieved.

He only nods and turns his attention to the rest of the diner. It really is only the three of you there. Again, the idea of this situation being like a bad porno crosses Ransom’s mind.

When he looks at you again, you’re cleaning the coffee machine.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Cleaning the coffee machine.”

“No, what are you doing here?”

You turn to look at him. “I’m working…?”

“Well, I can see that, but I gave you fifty grand.”

Your head whips to look over at the cook. Ransom’s eyes follow, seeing he’s occupied at the stove. He didn’t appear to hear anything. “Fifty grand’s not nothing. Did they not send you the payment?”

“You know, I could ask you what you’re doing here, too. I didn’t pin you as someone who lived in the university area,” you say, changing the subject.

“I don’t live around here.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Your eyes narrow. He can see you’re strategizing.

“If I answer your questions, will you answer mine?”

“Sure,” Ransom relaxes as much as he can, though he has to be honest, the stool doesn’t give him that much lounging real estate.

“They sent me the payment.”

“So, why are you working?”

“I go to school across the street. The money you gave me is enough to pay for the tuition costs not covered by financial aid. But I need to pay for books and rent and groceries. And it’ll be four more semesters until I finish my degree, so I’ll need a little more than what you gave me to keep my head above water.”

So that’s why you thanked him. He helped pay for your education.

He nods, sipping his chocolate. As a plot forms in his head, he has to admit, for some cheap, unimported trash, it’s growing on him. Said plot would involve him getting what he wants from you and you no longer needing to work in this dump. He goes to open his mouth and you turn with a smile of your own.

“You said if I answer your questions, then you’d answer mine.”

“And if I don’t answer your question?” he challenges.

You smile. “Then this conversation is over.”

You raise your eyebrows expectantly at him and he shakes his head, giving a half-shrug.

“Just here to grab some Monte Cristo crepes and kill a craving,” he lies. Maybe the craving part is true, though.

You hum in acknowledgement, though he’s not sure you fully accept his answer. Taking the towels you used to clean the coffee machine, you disappear into the back. When you return, you’re holding a notebook.

“How long have you been working here?”

“Why do you care?”

“Just trying to make conversation,” he feigns innocence.

“You don’t strike me as the kind of man who does that.”

Ah, so suddenly you have the ability to get a read on people? What other things does he not know about you? Your encounter at the hotel made him think you were some naive young woman who was sheltered all her life. In the fifteen minutes he’s been here, you’re showing him you’re anything but.

What else is there to discover about you? he wonders.

“I’m just asking because I might be able to help you. Financially.”

“Ransom, I have nothing else left to offer,” you say.

So you think.

“And your payment was more than generous.”

The cook calls to you and places a plate on the kitchen window sill. You grab it and set Ransom’s order in front of him.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“Nothing...for now,” he remarks suggestively.

You nod once and open your notebook. As Ransom revels in the cheesy goodness of the crepes in front of him, he watches you quickly jot down things onto the paper and listens to you mutter to yourself.

As he scarfs down all the greasy morsels and chases each bite with hot chocolate, he considers badgering you more. But seeing how stressed you look, he decides to back off.

If you were his mother, on the other hand…

When he’s done, he snaps his fingers at you. You look unamused at the gesture but clear his plate anyway. You bring it back to the kitchen. He hears some chatter and the sink running before you return and stand at the register. He’s again treated to a view of your ass as you shift from one foot to another while processing the transaction.

“I’m taking fifteen,” the cook calls to you.

“Alright,” you shout back, tearing away his receipt and Ransom’s ready with a couple bills.

“Just keep the change,” he winks at you. “Well, maybe give some of it to your grumpy cook.”

He likes the way you laugh at his comment.

“Thanks,” you smile at him again. “See you...whenever, I guess.”

“Actually,” he begins, “about that help I can give you…”

You sigh. “I already told you, there’s nothing else I can offer you. You,” he watches as you pause and laugh humorlessly,” You paid for my virginity and you got it. Unless you have a kid who needs help with reading or writing, I don’t think--”

“I’m not paying you to tutor anyone.” Ransom bites the inside of his cheek as he smiles at himself.

Maybe you can help Walt with some comprehension issues.

“I was thinking...you and I can come to some sort of arrangement.”

“‘Arrangement’?” You lean against the counter with the espresso machine, arms folded across your chest as you face him.

“Yeah. You live with me, I cover whatever other living costs you need. And you,” he says, one corner of his mouth curls up wickedly as he leans his arms on the counter in an attempt to get closer to you, “You keep me entertained.”

The way your eyes widen slightly at the word “entertained” tells him you know exactly what he means.

“I don’t think so,” you scoff, shaking your head and walking to retrieve your notebook.

Well, that wasn’t the answer he was expecting.

“Excuse me?” he asks, appalled. His eyes follow your figure walking to the other side of the counter.

“I don’t think so,” you repeat plainly.

What even is this? He’s never been rejected by a woman before. They fell at his feet all the time. There were some that played hard to get, but they always came crawling to him in the end.

He has to admit, though, he does like this side of you.

“Why not?” he presses.

You look around as if to check if anyone’s around to hear you. “I didn’t even orgasm, Ransom,” you laugh. “I’d rather rough it and have a job here instead of entering an arrangement where I’m not going to get something out of it.”

“You’re getting something out of it,” Ransom says, standing up to follow you across the counter. “I told you, I’ll cover your living costs.”

“I mean something pleasurable, you doofus.”

You turn to go into the kitchen.

Normally, Ransom isn’t a man who begs. But he always gets what he wants. And hell, he wants you and all the memories you bring back to him. He wants to uncover you layer by layer until he reaches your very core and knows you inside and out.

God, what is this mushy stuff he’s thinking right now?

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait,” he says. “You didn’t…? And because of that you don’t wanna do this?”

“No.”

“Listen, I can make you cum,” he states firmly, index finger pressing into the countertop as if to make his point.

“You don’t need to get so worked up over this, Ransom,” he scowls when you laugh at him, “You’re a handsome guy. I’m sure there’s plenty of other girls who will gladly take you up on your offer.”

Somehow, you calling him handsome doesn’t stroke his ego. Rather, it feels insulting. This is you letting him down easy.

Fuck no.

“I don’t want the other girls.”

“Is that to suggest you want me?” you inquire.

“The arrangement isn’t going to benefit just me in bed,” he changes the subject.

“Oh, it wouldn’t?” you say, unimpressed again.

His smirk mirrors yours.

If it’s a game you want to play, game on.

“How about a deal?”

Your eyes narrow. “What kind of deal?”

He rests his forearms on the counter this time. “I make you cum, you enter this arrangement with me. If not, you never have to see me again.”

He can see the gears turning in your head.

“Three,” you say.

“Sorry, what?” he shakes his head, confused.

“I wanna cum three times,” you tell him.

He chuckles to himself. He likes that you’re not afraid to say what you want. Besides, another night with you would mean he gets his $50,000 worth.

“Easy.”

“Well, then, Ransom, you got yourself a deal.” You offer your hand for him to shake.

Taking your hand, he yanks you towards him so you’re right up against the counter. He leans forward, your faces less than an inch apart. That glint of nervousness flashes in your eyes again and again, he chuckles.

“No. I got you.”

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Where Is My Friend || Platonic! Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: You and Izuku walk home together.

SFW // angst to light fluff

Word Count: 1915

WARNINGS: swearing, crying, all might slander, allusions to su*cide, otherwise none

A/N: i hate all might as a teacher. sometimes i just wanna reach through the screen and punch him for the things he tells izuku to do. this is why i made this.

Izuku was late again that day, and this time you were more disappointed than mad.

With each student that passed by you and through the gates, you grew more and more irritated. You were trying to hide your annoyed expression by burying it in your phone, scrolling mindlessly through the various apps you had downloaded. Every now and again, you would check through your messages again, double and triple checking that you hadn't somehow missed a text from Izuku.

Every time, there was nothing.

Your brow furrowed when you checked it for the fifth time, forcing you to let out a silent frustrated sigh.

Izu, are you ready to go?

I'm out front

Are you still coming?

Hellloooo??? Where are you???

You promised, Izuku.

All of these messages, and no reply.

This wasn't a new occurrence. Every single day it was like this, and you would oftentimes just go home alone in silence. Izuku would always call and text to apologize to you afterwards, though.

At first you would pick up the phone. But, it slowly became less and less, to eventually nothing at all.

You were angry for a long time, but it all eventually boiled down into a soft, quiet frustration. You wondered to yourself a lot why you even bothered trying anymore. Those thoughts eventually drifted off into memories of middle school, and that quiet, timid, nerdy boy that you made your best friend.

You wondered where that boy went.

You looked up from your phone and looked at the campus around you. The area was bathed in an orange light, giving everything a warm and cozy glow. It was a beautiful spring afternoon, one that you would unfortunately most likely spend alone. Looking back down at your phone, you checked the time. It was getting somewhat late, and you knew your parents would start to worry about you if you didn't head back soon.

Five more minutes. You would give him five more minutes.

Letting out another sigh through your nose, you continued to scroll through your apps, not paying too close attention to what you were seeing. Every other second, you would peer up at the top of the screen, hoping to see the familiar bar of a notification up there.

None ever came.

A handful of photos and news articles later, and you decided to call it a quits. It had been more than five minutes, and there was still no sign of Izuku. Not one single thing.

Fuck it. You were going home.

Clicking your phone to sleep and putting it in your jacket pocket, you squared your backpack on your shoulders and stepped down the stairs of the front entrance, staring ahead at the gate with a blank expression.

Going to U.A. was you and his dream as kids. You remembered how the two of you would draw pictures of your hero costumes together, how you would spend hours of the phone coming up with the ideal schedule the two of you would have and what classes you would take.

Where did all that go? All those late nights? All those days the two of you got bullied? All those times you would tell Bakugou to fuck off when he was mean to Izuku? All the times Izuku told you to be nicer to Kacchan?

Was it all for nothing?

Were you just a memory now?

Were you not good enough to be his friend anymore?

All because of his new quirk?

It's not fair.

Not fair.

Not fai-

"Y/N!" you heard a voice from behind you shout, along with the rapid tapping of shoes against concrete.

It was him.

You stopped in your tracks and turned around, looking at him with a somewhat surprised expression. His green hair was the usual mess, and he was somewhat sweatier than normal. He ran quickly to catch up with you, breathing heavily once he was by your side.

You looked down at him in silence, your face unchanging.

"I'm-I'm so sorry I'm late!" He exclaimed, getting better control over his breathing, "I-I was just taking off my costume after hero training today and one of the teachers wanted to talk to me after and I-"

"It's getting late." You said, cutting him off, "We should get going."

You started to walk towards the gate again, and Izuku stared at you with a somewhat confused expression.

"Right..." he responded quietly, following by your side.

The two of you walked in silence for a good, long while. Izuku would keep looking at you to try and grab your attention, but you ignored him every time. You kept your gaze trained on your feet on the sidewalk, his red shoes in your peripheral.

You didn't want to talk. You just wanted to go home.

Go home and never talk to anyone again.

Izuku tried giving you one of his bright, warm smiles, but you ignored that too. As much as you didn't want to admit it, Izuku didn't smile the same anymore. There was something always behind his smile, something that you couldn't quite figure out.

The two of you used to share everything together, and now he was doing nothing but keeping secrets from you. You were quick to notice this, and you began to do your own digging.

You were observant, you always had been.

What you saw, you knew no one would believe you, though.

You just kept it to yourself, leaving it to rot deep inside you and plant its seeds of bad.

It was eating you alive, and you were angry.

"It's uhh..." Izuku said next to you, "It's a pretty day outside, isn't it?"

You said nothing and just kept staring down at your feet.

"It was a fun day at school too, huh?"

Nothing.

"What class did you like most?" I really liked Mr. Aizawa's today. I like it when he tells stories about his time at U.A."

Nothing.

"I also really liked All Might's cla-"

"Don't."

Izuku was definitely taken aback by your sudden, harsh response, his smile instantly fading away and his brows arching downwards.

"What... (Y/N), wh-what do you mean-"

You stopped walking abruptly, giving Izuku a glare through your lashes.

"Do not mention that man."

Izuku stopped walking too, looking at you with confusion and a touch of shock.

"You mean All Might? (Y/N), why? I thought you loved him as much as I-"

"I don't fucking love him anymore, Izuku!" you snapped, "But how would you know, huh? HOW?"

"(Y/N), what are you saying?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Izuku!" you threw your backpack off your shoulders, the extra weight only adding to your fury, "Even before we got into this shitty fucking school, you've done nothing but fucking blow me off and ignore me! I try to call, you don't answer. I try to text, you don't answer. I go over to your fucking house looking for you, and you're not there either! Do you have any clue how fucking lonely that makes me feel?! Knowing my best friend, my ONLY friend, wants nothing to do with me?!"

Izuku slid off his backpack too, his expression now more worried than anything, "(Y/N), I wasn't trying to ignore you. I-I just-"

"Just what Izuku. Just where have you been, hm? Tell me."

The green haired boy's gaze fell to the ground.

"I... I can't."

You raised your hands up and let them drop to your sides, a laugh of disbelief bubbling out of your throat.

"Fine, I'll finish it for you. You've been hanging out with fucking All Might, haven't you?"

Izuku's gaze shot back up to you, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

"Ah- don't even goddamn try. I know you have been, Izuku. Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Do you think I'm fucking naieve? I fucking see how you two talk to each other. How you have lunch with him every goddamned fucking day. How he always focuses on you during training. How he keeps you after school."

Izuku just simply looked at you in silence, trying to process what to say.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, but you decided to continue anyway, "And I know, I know he's been putting shit in your head. Not letting you think for yourself, telling you that it's okay to hurt yourself. How it's noble and honorable to be bedridden for fucking weeks to save people. How you should never prioritize yourself. Well goddamn it it's WRONG Izuku! It's fucking wrong! It's wrong to tell a kid that. It's wrong to take him away from his friends. It's wrong to have fucking favorites!"

You were full on crying now, and probably looked completely out of your goddamned mind.

You didn't care.

"He was my hero too, Izuku!" you continued on, hot tears pouring down your face, "But more importantly you were my hero! You were the only person in that shitty fucking middle school that I could confide in. You were the only friend I had, and that fucking bitch took you from me! Every day I go home and beg for my friend to come back to me. I don't give a single fuck what that old man says, I need my friend back! I'm so tired of it! I'm tired of feeling like nothing, like no one wants to be around me anymore! I'm t-tired, I'm... I...."

Unable to keep yourself together anymore, you fell onto your knees and sat back on your ankles, wiping your face on the back of your hands and wrists as you sobbed.

"I just... I miss you, Izuku."

You broke down again after that, crying there on the ground for a good minute. This was probably embarrassing the hell out of you, but you didn't care anymore. You didn't care about anything anymore. You were certain that Izuku would want nothing to do with you anymore. You just both dissed him and his number one idol.

There was no hope for you and him now.

After sitting there for a good minute bawling your eyes out, Izuku gently knelt down in front of you. You could feel his big, green eyes on your face, but you didn't look up at him. From your blurred vision, you couldn't tell how he was looking at you, but you figured it couldn't be good.

You were wrong.

Suddenly and without warning, you felt two strong arms wrap around your fame, your head being pulled into a chest covered with a uniform shirt and tie. Your cries softening, you were quick to realize who they all belonged to.

Izuku.

"(Y/N)," he said, his voice soft but firm, "I didn't know you felt that way. You are my best friend, too. I didn't mean to forget about you. I was never trying to make you feel that way."

Izuku hugged you tighter, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"From now on, I promise I'll always make time for you. You're my hero too, (Y/N). Without you with me in middle school, I... I would have..."

You didn't need to hear him finish for you to connect the dots.

After along moment of fleeting, renowned silence, you wrapped your arms around the boy, holding him tight against you.

You vowed to yourself then and there, that you would never ever let him go again.

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