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Haikyuu fic Masterlist

I’ve been reading Haikyuu fanfics for YEARS, and I think it’s finally time to share my ultimate wisdom. This post is still super ongoing because I’m not nearly done reading fanfics, but this is what I have to recommend so far :) part two is here

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I’ll include the summary, rating, word count, and my own comments on the fic (as well as the pairing)! Obviously there are going to be “cult-classics” on here because even though I’ve been in the fandom for a long time, I recognize that there are always going to be new fans (as long as there is at least one more season left lol) and they deserve the “generically” good ones! I’ll label the ones I love the most with <3

Extra little disclaimer: this whole list so far is JUST IwaOi. I was planning on doing the whole master list all in one but then I considered how long I’ve been reading/bookmarking fanfics for and realized that if I put all of it in one this would take me about 6 weeks to fully complete. I’ll link the rest of the list as I complete it/them :) Anyway, enjoy!!

Iwaizumi Hajime x Oikawa Tooru

Long Overdue <3

Word count: 4,528

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi hits his rut.

I have to admit (in the least creepy way possible) I have a soft spot for A/B/O dynamics. Most of them are written weirdly well and they always get the relationship dynamics just right.

Sempiternal

Word count: 3,170

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: The journey of friendship and love over the years wherein Tooru rejects Hajime 5 times followed by the 1 time he doesn't.

This one’s short and sweet and I think it captures Iwa and Oikawa’s relationship quite well. It starts when they’re just little babies and tracks their development from childhood friends to lovers.

The Secret Omega

Word count: 17,387

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Now, staring down at the cheery label which promises no regrets, Iwaizumi ironically but sincerely regrets every decision which lead him here. In particular, his annoying as fuck best friend. Who absolutely, definitely, no matter what, cannot find out that Iwaizumi is an omega.

Yet another A/B/O fic (prepare yourself). God this one is good. Love alpha Oikawa and omega iwa dynamics, and I think this fic captures it perfectly. I’m always in it for angst and this one features a lot of inner turmoil from Iwa’s perspective.

In The Telling

Word count: 6,131

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Muggleborn Iwaizumi could not be less impressed with pureblood Oikawa Tooru.

I’m also a sucker for HP AUs (though there won’t be as many as I’d like in here). Again, this captures Iwa and Oiks in all their glory but with a Harry Potter twist. Please read it, you’ll regret nothing (little to no angst btw, other than the general “they’re getting to know each other and Iwa hates Oikawa at first” stuff).

Thirty Years and Change (The Games of the XXXIII Olympiad)

Word count: 19,309

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: It’s July 10th, 2024, and Oikawa Tooru is an Olympian. His smiling face airs on an NHK promo every 45 seconds. He’s captain of the national men’s volleyball team, reigning star of the professional leagues, and he hasn't spoken to Iwaizumi Hajime in two years. He has, however, sent Iwaizumi tickets for the 2024 Los Angeles Summer Games.

This is set in the future (but pls keep in mind this was written WAY before the recent reveal of what the characters end up doing career-wise) where Oikawa is a world rebound Olympian. Iwa and Oikawa are N/C at the beginning of this so please also keep in mind that this one will be an angsty slow burn, but with a happy ending.

Your Words & My words & Our Words

Word count: 3,613

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; Chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime has the most embarrassing soulmark known to man.

This one is SO funny. No angst, just feel-good fun.

I Was Born In Love With You

Word Count: 1,682

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa and Iwaizumi are finally reunited at the Olympics.

Short and sweet and full of cheese.

What you Came for <3

Word count: 108,825

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; Chapters 26/26

Summary: Iwaizumi finds himself torn between his career and Oikawa Tooru, straddling the line of professionalism and duty. Iwaizumi has the responsibility to do the right thing, but it it's becoming more and more unclear what the right thing actually is. He has to choose a side, and his decision could save or end more lives.

Cop Iwaizumi and bad guy mafia boss Oikawa. Honestly guys, almost anything ever written by Deathbelle is a cult classic in the Haikyuu fandom. At least to me, anyway. This one is angsty and smutty and well written and overall just incredible. I URGE you to read this one. I also only put a small portion of the original summary in here so if you want to read the full one click on the link and check it out ;)

Saw you at the Fish Market

Word Count: 14,218

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa befriends hot part-time worker Iwaizumi and tries to impress him both off and on the court, in hopes of more.

This one I will admit to only have read once, but it was really cute and really funny with some reallllly light angst sprinkled in there. I honestly read this back in 2020 so my memory’s a bit fuzzy on it but I think it still deserves recognition!

Places

Word count: 14,920

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed: chapters 9/9

Summary: They had been planning this reunion for sixteen weeks, four days and six hours. Or so. Not that Oikawa had been counting, or anything.

Part 1 of a really great series. This one is a bit longer but it’s really cute and I love it. Long distance Iwa and Oikawa make for slight angst and heavy mutual pining.

Kireiji: や

Word count: 11,427

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “You know, going undercover only works if we haven’t met.” Oikawa inwardly groaned. Where was his scotch when he needed it? “I’m here for someone else,” Oikawa said, turning around to meet Iwaizumi’s eye. “Don’t flatter yourself thinking I would dress up like this for someone like you.”

This one is the reverse of What you Came for with cop Oikawa and yakuza Iwaizumi. It’s in the POV of all the characters in the fic and is definitely interesting to read. This one IS a popular one so chances are you will like it!

And Suddenly, We Were Strangers

Word count: 17,926

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: "sorry, it's just... you’ve been amazingly kind to me these past few days. ...but i'm still not sure who you are.”oikawa tooru's handed a beige invitation, gold lettering decorating the edges and words that make his heart drop as his gaze lift. he's sitting in a hospital bed and with his mind hazy, he's only sure of three things: his name, his visitor is attractive, and this can't be happening. "i'm iwaizumi." the visitor looks away. " ...your fiancé."

This on is really sad and kind of heartbreaking. Amnesia AU where Oikawa doesn’t remember Iwaizumi. Another rather popular fic in the community, it has angst on angst on angst but with a happy ending. Pretty much a hurt/comfort fic.

Intersections

Word count: 2,741

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi walks out of the Shibuya train station and finds himself staring at a massive digital ad flashing REIGN’s pretty-boy grin. He’s all dressed up in Kouda Mikako’s signature bold style — dark, ripped drop pants under a hooded, pale-yellow tunic and turquoise jacket. Iwaizumi is a hundred-percent sure if he tried wearing that outfit, Hanamaki and Matsukawa would laugh him out of Tokyo. On REIGN, though, it just — it works.

They’re idols/music artists.That’s it. That’s my commentary.

A Drunken Confession and a Warm Embrace

Word Count: 3,431

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: There’s one night where Oikawa stays at home for once, and Iwaizumi is being driven home. Matsukawa brings up the topic of Oikawa, just as a joke, expecting Iwaizumi to complain a little...and Iwaizumi starts going on and on about Oikawa, what he loves about him, and how excited he is to get home to him.

Drunk Iwa confessing his love for Oikawa. This one is so funny I swear!

Are you Listening?

Word count: 4,224

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: 30 times oikawa said i love you and 1 time he didn't have to

This one is SO cute. Literally zero angst just cute and short and sweet and deserves a read.

Trial by Fire <3

Word Count: 76,811

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 14/14

Summary: (lawyer!AU - in which Iwaizumi loves his objections, Oikawa is beautiful, and they have more chemistry than two opposing attorneys probably should.)

Remember when I said that there were going to be cult classics in here? Yeah. This is one of them. So incredibly written but tbh the ending made me so MAD. Not because of sad stuff or anything actually bad happening, I just don’t like how a lot of authors always make Iwa out to be the bad guy when Oikawa is the one fucking up or being over dramatic. Other Than that though, go read this fic if you haven’t already. Right now. Do it.

Four Numbers

Word count: 1,388

Rating: General audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: When Oikawa leaves his phone over at Iwaizumi's, Iwaizumi is shocked at what he finds inside.

Iwa snooping in Oik’s phone. No angst here and no slow burn. Good for if you want something a little shorter and sweeter to get you through the day.

It’s Tradition

Word count: 3,916

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Every year, without fail, on Oikawa's birthday, Oikawa has somehow gotten a kiss out of Iwaizumi.

Another fan favourite! Definitely worth the read! Another fic that shows the progression of their relationship from childhood friends to lovers!

The Great Photo Race

Word count: 3,306

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa realizes that he doesn't have a single terrible photo of Iwaizumi on his phone, and challenges the volleyball team to get the worst photo possible in a week.

It’s giving Barney and Robin from that one episode of HIMYM. Super fun and funny fic!

Papillon <3

Word count: 6,867

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: "Father says I have to go meet new royals today.” “Who?” The boy said it so easily. With a little bit of a bite. But Tooru wasn’t sure if that was because he was angry, or because he was an alpha. “The…Iwaizumi family…”

Another A/B/O and popular enough (the A/B/O while present in this, can be pretty easily ignored though if you’re not into it. Still such a great read). I read this for the first time in the eight grade. Another childhood friends to lovers progression fic but this time make it royal. So so so so so good. Hands down one of my fav IwaOi fics of all time!

Call Me But Love <3

Word count: 4,507

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa's Soulmark says Hajime, but Iwaizumi's doesn't say Tooru.

Angst on top of angst but with a tooth rottingly happy ending. Do yourself a favour and read this because you will never ever regret it. The tags kind of spoil why their marks done match up but at the end of the day, it’s still an incredible fic.

Deck the Halls with Mistletoe (Leg all Your Burdens go)

Word count: 2,013

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “My boy,” she says, cupping her hand to his cheek, pride in her voice. “I’m so glad you’re home, Tooru.” “Me, too,” he lies easily, summoning a smile that she doesn’t care to look beyond, and lets her pull him into another hug. Pleasantries are exchanged and she tries to get him to stay downstairs for dinner, but he waves her off easily enough with the excuse of jet lag. With promises of getting some sleep he lugs his bag up the stairs and lets himself into the bedroom. Iwaizumi Hajime is sitting on his bed.

ANOTHER fic where Iwa and oiks become estranged. Angst with a happy ending tho so what can I say.

Do You See Yourself as a Daddy? <3

Word count: 4,266

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “Actually,” Oikawa straightened, brushing his fingers down Iwaizumi’s biceps, “One more question, Iwaizumi-san. Off the record, of course.” “And that would be?” Oikawa leaned in, so that their lips were nothing but a breath apart again, his lashes practically touching Iwaizumi’s, “How exactly do you fuck your men?”

I don’t know if the_madame is considered a traditional Haikyuu cult classic author, but holy fuck should they be. I’m serious. This persons fics saved my life. Their works are so good I literally will suck their penis as repayment. You will almost never find better iwaoi fics than from this person. I wish they were still as active in the fandom as they used to be but honestly, they could never write a fic again and I’d still be satisfied lmao

High Rise

Word count: 14,077

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 7/7

Summary: Oikawa followed his ambitions and found himself as a pro-player on the 28th floor of an apartment block, alone, soothing that solitude with occasional visits from old friends and their adorable dog. Then someone new descended into his life, right on the other side of the glass he spent so long staring out of.

Sooooo freaking cute. Cannot say that enough. This fic deserves way more recognition than I feel like it gets. Please love it as much as I do.

Stumble into the Sun <3

Word count: 3,680

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “So,” Hajime says, as he peels off his uniform shirt, letting it fall on top of his gym bag. “Have you guys ever heard of like, someone being turned on by people saying nice things to them?” Matsukawa slams his locker shut. “Oh my god,” he says.

THIS ONE IS SO FUNNY but also hot at the same time. I love it.

Everything With You

Word count: 14,591

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: For years, being Oikawa’s best friend has worked out fine. Hajime is hopelessly in love with him, but it’s enough. Then Oikawa—who, by all accounts, has never been anything but determinedly, assuredly straight—gets a boyfriend. Or a boy friend-with-benefits. Hajime doesn’t know, and he doesn’t give a shit about the definition.

This is such a great fanfic. So well written, so much angst, so many emotions and the perfect amount of comfort at the end.

Yellow White Red (Camellia/Gardenia)

Word count: 9,012

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: An impressively annoying young man starts frequenting Hajime's flower shop. It goes downhill from there.

This one is funny and sweet with basically zero angst. Highly recommend this read (especially since it has SO many bookmarks compared to ur average fic lol)

Dinner and a Movie <3

I’m being 100% honest here when I say that you don’t need a summary to know that you HAVE to read this fic. Remember when I said that the last fic has so many more bookmarks than the average fic? Yeah. Compare that to this one and it blows it WAY out of the water. Seriously. Just do yourself a favour and read it.

Just Hear Me Out <3

Word Count: 7,679

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: To stimulate Japan's low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people's wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility. Iwaizumi's beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they've been kids. Oikawa's has only ever been silent.

Whoever the chef is of this fic, I’m gonna kiss ‘em. Completely immaculate. AMAZING soulmate AU. It’s angsty but has such an amazing ending seriously do yourself another favour and read this fic too.

Darlin’ your head’s not on straight

Word count: 13,658

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa teases Iwaizumi about a childhood promise he made to marry him when they were older, except suddenly it's not really a joke at all.

Funny and cute and funny and cute and cute and cute and cute.

Have Mercy on Me

Word count: 10,592

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Hajime gets the Hanahaki disease.

Very angsty but it does have a happy ending and the friendship dynamics between everyone is really nice to read. Love fics like that.

Kiss me Cause you can

Word count: 3,362

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “I just dared you,” Yahaba said offhandedly, like he was commenting on the weather, “to kiss Oikawa-san, Iwaizumi-san.”

It’s really just precious and again, the dynamics between all the characters (while minimal) is really nice to read.

Take Shelter

Word count: 4,888

Rating: N/A (but really teen +)

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Hajime's always loved Tooru. He's just always been prepared to let him go.

Some domestic fluff + angst to get the heart strings going. I’ve seen this one recommended in other lists before but honestly, I feel like this one doesn’t get recognized as much as it should.

By the Time You’re Eighteen <3

Word count: 4,219

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: “Tell you what,” Oikawa continues. “If you still haven’t been kissed by the time you’re, say, eighteen, /I’ll/ kiss you.”

This one is sugary and sweet and I just love it

Terrorist Cat

Word count: 1,526

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa generally isn't very good with animals. Iwaizumi tells him it's because they can sense his true nature. But there is one animal that takes to him. And it's a nightmare

It doesn’t actually *say* that they’re together in the tags but like. They are lol

Sing For Me

Word count: 9,863

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: The last place Oikawa thought he would end up in would be a dingy bar covered in sweaty clothes and forced to stand around sweaty people; but here he is, standing under soft purple and red lights, body close to overheating and nothing to combat the exhaustion but a room temperature bottle of water.

If you’re looking to read for the plot, you’ve come to the wrong place

Press ‘1’ to get a call from your drunk best friend

Word count: 5,400

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Press '2' to hear him talk about you for thirty minutes, press '3' for him to compliment your ass, and press '4' for more options.

Another drunk fic for these two! Really funny but also wholesome I love their friendship in this one!

Of Pick Up Lines and Idiots in Love

Word count: 1,867

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: All these notes and pick-ups lines were seriously starting to piss Iwaizumi off.

For the lols

Not about to go looking

Word count: 2,523

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Hajime wants to tell him right then, to say: “I love you and if I ever do meet my match it’ll probably be the worst fucking thing that ever happens to me.” He gets as far as opening his mouth when Oikawa interrupts again.

Really cute and wholesome. I love “unrequited” soulmate AUs :)

Dyspnea/Arrhythmia

Word count: 10,812

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In which Iwaizumi Hajime is a junior doctor suffering through his medical rotation, and Dr. Oikawa Tooru is his insufferable mentor. Medical AU.

It’s funny and slow burn and I just think it’s neat.

In April

Word count: 28,782

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 2/2

Summary: Tooru dates people and it takes Hajime a while to figure out why he hates it. Like six years.

Where Iwa is an emotionally constipated moron. They both are.

4 Times Iwaizumi said I Love You and 1 Time Oikawa Beat Him to the Punchline

Word count: 10,686

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: It's absolute, complete fluff nothing else

Not so short, but sweet. I’ve always liked this fic, their relationship is just so fluffy and sweet in this

Call Security!

Word count: 18,658

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 5/5

Summary: In which Oikawa has a crush, Iwaizumi has no interest, and a chain of shoplifting incidents brings them together.

DeathBelle DeathBelle DeathBelle (mall workers AU)

Blind Allegiance <3

Word count: 3,419

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: When Oikawa had set out to make a name for himself in the gritty underworld of the yakuza, he had demanded respect with a smile on his face, a gun in his hand, and Iwaizumi by his side. Anyone on the outside looking in would have wondered why Iwaizumi had sacrificed so much – his family, his morals, his future – for Oikawa’s twisted ambitions. They wouldn’t have understood why Iwaizumi had made his decisions, and he wouldn’t have expected them to. Sometimes even he wondered how he’d ended up there, caught up in the violent affairs of the yakuza. He wondered, but when he looked at Oikawa, everything became clear.

OH MY GOD DeathBelle is literally Jesus

We’re Falling

Word count: 4,316

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In their third year of high school, Oikawa starts looking at her best friend a little differently. If only Iwaizumi was looking back.

I don’t usually read gender bends but this person did it quite well (I’m my opinion)

Rose-Tinted

Word count: 3,995

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: After a night out, Iwaizumi and Oikawa get a little closer

THIS IS ANOTHER GENDER BEND FIC!! It’s just that this one is smutty.

Rookie Mistakes

Word count: 5,277

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa is a menace, Iwaizumi is running out of patience, and the two of them struggle to find a way to work together.

Another cop AU but they’re BOTH cops and then they have sex

The Worst

Word count: 1,465

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: "Oh, fuck, you're not Mattsun," he chuckled, running his fingers through his head of sweaty hair. "Shit, sorry man, didn't mean to–" "Don't worry about it." Iwaizumi blinked to get the blurriness out of his eyes and found one attractive piece of man meat sitting next to him, cupping his chin in his hand. He stuttered, clutching onto his empty shot glass like it'd keep him from falling off the stool. "Tooru. You?" "Hot," he replied, his lips moving faster than his brain. "Uh, Hajime. You're hot. I'm Hajime."

Do I realllly remember reading this one? Not completely. Do I vaguely remember it being good? Yes absolutely! Read it and jog my memory lmao

Butterflies

Word count: 808

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa cries during sex sometimes

Short, cute, sweet.

la lune <3

Word count: 1,698

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Years after graduating high school, Iwaizumi Hajime suddenly finds himself on an unfamiliar couch with a terribly familiar ache in his lower back.

So angsty and yet so nice to read. Another vaguely estranged IwaOi fic that I like quite a bit.

The Art of Silence <3

Word count: 2,767

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In which Hanamaki and Oikawa make a bet where Oikawa won't talk for 24 hours and Iwaizumi learns that maybe he knows Oikawa a bit better than he thought he did.

Ugh so sappy and cute. Everyone is just happy. No angst to be seen here, folks. It’s also quite funny lol

The Time Oikawa was Late

Word count: 2,157

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa gets into an accident on his way to visit Iwaizumi, and puts Iwa-chan under unnecessary stress.

Royalty AU! It’s quite short but I like protective Iwa so :P

Blessing

Word count: 4,182

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Tooru gives birth and his friends Freak Out

IM SO SORRY this is an Mpreg fic. I’m not proud of myself either, guys. And also, this is less IwaOi centric, than it is just about the couple’s dynamics with Maki and Matsun. I don’t usually enjoy Mpreg centric fics but this one was good.

Balance

Word count: 1,013

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa just wants Iwaizumi to pick him up with those strong arms and fuck him against a wall. So Iwaizumi does.

Just straight up porn no plot. Or I guess, porn is the plot.

I’m the satellite you’re the sky

Word count: 3,227

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: That made it finally dawn on Iwaizumi how much Oikawa wanted this. How much Oikawa wanted him. The thought hit Iwaizumi hard and he pulled away with a quiet gasp, moving his arms to grab Oikawa before he could speak. He held onto the other tightly, his chest heaving slightly and his voice coming out hoarse. “Stupid Oikawa. I’m not going anywhere.”

Sickeningly sweet. Seriously.

#Betrayal

Word count: 2,476

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Hajime Iwaizumi commits the ultimate snapchat sin and somehow gets himself a boyfriend in the process.

Ugh so cute and funny

New phone who dis

Word count: 57,747

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 25/25

Summary: Oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about Ushijima, and then keeps texting Iwaizumi.

This fic is so fucking funny. Is it a cult classic? Technically no, but it really should be.

Kotov Syndrome <3

Word count: 50,023

Rating: Mature

Status: Completed; chapters 9/9

Summary: Corruption is brewing in Seijou's police force. Oikawa Tooru, the captain of Special Investigations, is put onto a case where he cannot afford to fail.

Cop/detective AU but Oh. My. God. This is such and exceptional fanfic. It doesn’t even feel like a fanfic it just feels like you’re watching criminal minds (almost). The plot doesn’t dig too deep into the romantic relationships of the characters but good god is this fanfic amazing!

If you wanna be

Word count: 15,108

Rating: Teen +

Status: completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa tries to play matchmaker for Iwaizumi and fails. Spectacularly.

Makes me kick my legs out and giggle like a small child

How to Catch an Ace by Oikawa Tooru <4

Word count: 8,201

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In which Oikawa writes a guide for Kageyama, Matsukawa and Hanamaki read it, and then proceed to tell him how rubbish it is.

Guys this is literally so damn funny. Oiks tryna give Kageyama romantic advice is one of the best things ever.

Read it and weep

Word count: 14,075

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi Hajime writes an abrasive critique of golden boy Oikawa Tooru's terrible self-help book. What happens afterwards is a testament to how horrible Iwaizumi's luck really is.

LOL enemies to lovers but in a funny way

Move your Body

Word count: 28,107

Rating: N/A (technically explicit)

Status: Completed; chapters 2/2

Summary: In which Iwaizumi comes out and Oikawa has a great idea and subsequently questions his own sexuality with surprising results...

This one is funny and smutty and has a bit of plot if you squint

Hot Mess

Word count: 2,245

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi discovers the beauty of rimming.

Hot mess is right

Rationed breaths

Word count: 3,740

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi knows the arch of Oikawa's back when he stretches, knows the smooth muscles of his thighs, knows how his shirt sticks to him after a long summer practice: he knows it all. He thinks about it a lot. More than he should, probably.

Well written porn. That’s all.

Reflection

Word count: 3,792

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi is insecure about his height. And Oikawa has to fix this.

Hot

Momma Needs His Dick

Word count: 1,998

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Having two kids doesn't leave much time for Mom and Dad. And Tooru really just can't take it anymore.

THIS IS A PART OF A SERIES!!! Technically I think you COULD read this as a stand alone, though. It’s A/B/O and takes place in a universe written by the_madame and it’s so so so damn good. I AM going to save that main fic to the series for last on this list though because I love it so much.

Hands-on assessment

Word count: 4,978

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi is Oikawa’s professor-with-benefits. And maybe something a little more.

I hate student teacher relationship fics, but I read this one and it was actually pretty good.

The Truth is Out There

Word count: 3,066

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: "I work at NASA," Hajime said, setting down his coffee. Oikawa immediately jumped up and slammed his palms against the table. "I'll suck your dick if you tell me about the aliens."

There is no smut in this, despite the summary. This fic is funny and light hearted and I see it on fic rec lists all the time. There is a good reason for that though. Definitely worth the read. Short and sweet :)

Say My Name <3

Word count: 2,685

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi is about to flip a pencil at the top of his head, but he notices a slight blooming of color on the portion of Oikawa's cheek—the portion he can see—and it dawns on him that Oikawa might actually be embarrassed to use his first name. Normally Iwaizumi would normally leave it be; Oikawa isn't ready, that's okay. But some part of Iwaizumi decides that he has a way to sate Oikawa's boredom, and earn himself a nice treat all in the same instance. Something devilish swirls in his abdomen, and he pushes back from his chair, motioning towards the brunet beside him. “Oikawa, I'm gonna take a break.”

Hot.

In defence of our overgrown garden <3

Word count: 2,595

Rating: General Audiences

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In which Ushijima tries very hard to be a good neighbour to the new tenants next door.

This fic made my cackle in public. And I’m not even exaggerating. It’s so goddamn funny I can’t begin to describe to you. I have never laughed so hard at a fanfiction in my life. Ushijima is just so oblivious and he just wants to be a good neighbour and Oikawa just HATES him for it. Again, not a fic that’s focused on the romantic relationships of the characters but it’s beyond worth the read.

I Choose You

Word count: 9,315

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: There's a tiny clock on his wrist, bright red numbers. It's supposed to tick, supposed to move, supposed to tell him when he'll meet his soulmate. The time will run to zero when they've met, moving numbers will become stationary—the ticking that signified uncertainty transforming to the silent stability of forever. Iwaizumi Hajime's clock hasn't ticked for as long as he can remember.

So so so good. This one is a bit of a classic to us og Haikyuu fans. I don’t see this one get mentioned very often but it needs to be read more for sure.

In This Safe Space (Stay for a Minute) <3

Word count: 23,744

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: In which Oikawa is a fairly well-known cosplayer, Iwaizumi is the irritatingly talented doujinka who regularly spots errors in his costumes, and their booths keep ending up located beside one another at conventions, much to Oikawa's dismay.

I love this one. The friendship dynamics, the couple dynamics. It’s also really funny and really cute! I see this on almost EVERY fic rec list and this is one fic that I genuinely think deserves its spot.

Tokyo Boy <3

Word count: 16,655

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 2/2

Summary: A story about longing, and how not even 5,487 miles, a sixteen-hour time difference, or a 'casual' label can stop a stubborn heart (or two?) from falling in love.

A long distance love story that has had my heart since I read it in 2017 :)

Mind Reader <3

Word count: 40,800

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 4/4

Summary: After Iwaizumi is knocked out by a volleyball to the face, he discovers he can now see what people are thinking.

Iwa is such a fucking idiot in this I love it so much. This is another classic (or at least I think so) and it’s a well deserved one. It’s funny and cute and smutty and perfect.

You’re looking like you fell in love tonight

Word count: 34,930

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: in which iwaizumi pretends to be oikawa's boyfriend.

ANOTHER classic… I like this one but it’s not a love. It’s really popular and it’s good, just not one that I think about often when I’m trying to rec fics

When You Wish Upon a Star

I’m not even putting anything else here other than it’s a body swap AU and you HAVE TO READ IT. It’s a cult classic. It’s funny. It’s witty. It’s sweet. Read it now.

The Courtship Ritual of the Hercules Beetle

Word count: 66,307

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 3/3

Summary: Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

Would this really be a master list if I didn’t put this fic on it?

We Shine Like Diamonds <3

Word count: 26,733

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.

This fic is probably the ultimate coming of age fanfiction (in this fandom at least). It really tugs at your heart strings and makes you want to give Oikawa a big hug and it will make you very happy in the end.

The Most Inconvenient Way to Find One’s Soulmate

Word count: 10,577

Rating: Teen +

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: After falling out of another relationship, famous actor Oikawa Tooru, decides to just skip the dating and find his soulmate. Posting a picture of your soul mark on Twitter may work for some people, but if you're an actor what really happens is an influx of people pretending to be your soulmate, as Oikawa quickly finds out. It's a good thing Suga is a fan, or else Iwaizumi may never have known that his soulmark matched the one of the actor he didn't really like.

This one’s kinda funny and I did enjoy it a lot. It’s not my favourite but it is memorable! Def a classic as well

Conquering the Great King <3

Word count: 105,691

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 17/17

Summary: Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction. Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

I bet you were wondering when you were going to see this fic on my list. I was contemplating not putting it on because at this point everyone has already read it (I mean, it is THE Haikyuu fanfiction) but on the off chance you come across this and haven’t read it, you haven’t lived, dude.

Anger Management <3

It’s literally just porn, guys (really good porn)

Lockdown

Word count: 72, 716

Rating: Explicit

Status, Completed; chapters 13/13

Summary: Within the first few months of his stay, Oikawa gets caught up in a war between cellblocks, becomes a prime target, and must decide just how far he's willing to go to protect Iwaizumi Hajime.

Oikawa is literally Iwaizumis bitch. Yet another DethBelle fic. Are we even surprised anymore?

Worthless Pride <3

Not bothering with the formalities here. It is explicit and long but for the love of GOD read this fic. Cult classic for a reason, I tell you. Brb gonna go reread it rn actually

Moral Ambiguity <3

Word count: 16,713

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Oikawa Tooru, a decorated forensic psychologist, has never met a criminal he couldn’t break. He knows how they think and he’s an expert of persuasion. Japan’s most famous serial killer, Iwaizumi Hajime, may be the exception.

FUCK does this fic make you think. I feel like this one doesn’t get mentioned enough so here you go. Not for everyone for sure, but if you’re looking for intense and thrilling, you’ve found it.

The Loyalty of a traitor <3

Again skipping the formalities. Again, it is explicit but holy crap is it ever good. It has 17 chapters (and is fully completed). Do you know how many cult classics DeathBelle has written? Because holy fuck I swear they are like half this list.

New Flame

Word count: 69,805

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 13/13

Summary: Working as a server at a high-end restaurant in Kabukicho means that life isn't always as uninteresting as Oikawa hopes it might be. But the job pays well, his manager is understanding of his university schedule, and Oikawa takes pride in being able to meet some of Japan's most prominent businessmen even if he doesn't really care for what they do. That is, until Iwaizumi Hajime takes an interest in him.

Essentially just 13 chapters of porn with very minimal plot. I have read it a couple times tho and every time you read it the more plot you find if you squint real hard.

When I Fall to My Feet <3

Word count: 23,284

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 3/3

Summary: Oikawa is tired of being rejected and wants to move on from his incredibly disappointing first time. Luckily, his best friend knows a thing or two about sex, and is willing to lend a hand (and a tongue, and maybe other things).

This is soooooo good. This is one of very few trans fics that I’ve read that involve smut that doesn’t come off incredibly gross and fetishy. I think it’s pretty close to perfect.

Long Over Due <3

Word count: 4,528

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 1/1

Summary: Iwaizumi hits his rut.

Okay okay, yes it’s A/B/O. But arguably, some of the best fics are A/B/O and I will die on that hill. This one is smutty and features aggressive Iwaizumi and that just makes me happy for some reason.

Cigarettes and Soda <3

Word count: 28,661

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 10/10

Summary: Obnoxiously wealthy and completely incapable of holding his liquor, Oikawa Tooru stumbles upon the type of guy he hates the most. Because who in their right mind would smoke and cover themselves in tattoos?Apparently, his name was Iwaizumi Hajime. And he had reasonable cause for blackmail.

I think this is the first Iwaoi fic I’ve ever read! This is once again by my all time favourite author the_madame and god is it good. I this is the fic that influenced me to read all the others! It’s like bad boy Iwa and preppy Oiks and it’s really sweet and kinda funny in some places. There is obviously angst since it’s a blackmailing AU so enjoy that part too!

Seijoh Inc <3

Word count: 40,591

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 17/17

Summary: In which Ushijima should keep his mouth shut, Hanamaki possesses extreme patience, and Iwaizumi decides that perhaps Oikawa isn't quite as irritating as he initially thought.

Ahhhh another classic, inevitably by DeathBelle. Seriously so good. If you liked their other works that I’ve recommended so far you for sure enjoy this (if you haven’t read it already).

Something Like Us <3

Word count: 28,916

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 10/10

Summary: Friends since childhood, Oikawa and Iwaizumi now live together, both playing for the National Team. It's no secret that athletes who are bonded perform better. So if the two of them happen to bond... It'd be for the good of the team, right?

Damn is this good. Mutual pining. Friends to mates to lovers is a great trope!

A Place to Call Home <3

Word count: 191,554

Rating: Explicit

Status: Completed; chapters 44/44

Summary: Oikawa Tooru doesn't need an alpha. He's doing fine all on his own. And the past four years of being a single mother have proven that this is exactly what he wanted from life. Of course, life has a way of not always going as planned.

This is it guys. The last of my IwaOi centric fic recs. A Place to Call Home is probably my favourite fic for this pairing. The angst is good, the characters and development are amazingly written. There’s some BokuAka on the side for good measure. And yes, it is A/B/O in a sense that is hard to ignore but if you’re going to read anything on this list it has to be this one. It is genuinely amazing. Oikawa is a single parent in this and Iwa is some random alpha dude that wants to be a part of their lives. Seriously just so fucking good I cannot stress that enough. Plus, as a bonus, the author wrote Oikawa’s son aged up with his own love interest in a fic as part of the series. Something to Call our Own is such a good companion piece and I just love it so much. It’s 11/11 chapters of pure tooth rotting fluff. I have never seen this fic recommended before but it seriously needs the recognition. Please please please read this!

Okay, this is it. I know that I labeled this as a master list (and let’s be honest, it is) for all of Haikyuu but this is just the first part. IwaOi is my weakness and therefore I HAD to give you this many recs. I’ll link the rest of the parts of the master list as I complete them :)

#haikyuu iwaoi #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tōru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu iwaizumi #fanfiction #fanfics #masterlist #haikyuu fic #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom

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thepaintedsable · 2 years ago

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Warrior OCs REDRAW

More warriors stuff >:)

Artwork and Explanation below!

This is something I had done between the years of 2017 to 2019. I honestly could not tell you where or when. I wasn’t really good at keeping track of or dating my artworks/sketchbooks, so I’m basing this off of the ages of the characters and the quality of art.

This is when I had been neck deep in the Warrior Cats fandom for the very first time, and had my main totally rad not-a-Mary-Sue totally original character: HiddenPelt. Big, muscled, lightning-striped mama who apparently liked to eat snakes in particular. I’d used her NON STOP back then (being kind of a really weird, really rude kid, not gonna lie. Couple of regrets from back then.), but she isn’t actually depicted in this piece! These are two of her kittens that had been conceived in an old roleplay I was in. I couldn’t be normal, so these were two of SIX babies she had that I tried to play as all at once lmfao. That’s actually one of the more fond memories I have, especially for everyone tolerating me.

CricketPaw and ???Paw are at a training clearing, and Cricket gets some revenge. This is one of the FIRST fully colored, “large” scenes I had done that was not forced upon me. This piece singlehandedly kickstarted the little colored warriors comics I’d continue to do (most were never posted).

In 2021, I got a wild hair and decided it was fine time to redraw that old mess to see how I’d improved. This time with my new medium of choice, alcohol markers, and equipped with far more drawing experience, I redrew the two!

I can definitely say I’d done something right it making them look like they’d been fighting. I was highly focused on the characters over the background: making them the right size, giving them funky fur colors and more natural patterns, more dynamic poses, showing full bodies, actually shading, showing the mouthes, giving actual expression! But, the background was very lacking. Foreground leaves come out of nowhere, strange shading, the tree leaves are in the wrong spot, gaping hole in the right tree instead of a knot, the bushes just hide endless liminal field space, and there’s even a cheeky little circle+rays sun haha.

Finally, TODAY! I chose to do it with watercolors on a square sheet of paper, because each time I’ve done this I’ve chosen my preferred/most comfortable finished-art medium at the time.

This time, I was going FULL background focus. Setting up the trees properly, making the grass form around things, putting leaves where they’re actually supposed to be, having at least a few more bushes in the background, adding interest to the sky, etc.

After that was done, I set the characters inside. No, i did not thumbnail or plan like I probably should have. I didn’t do it with the prior two, so it wasn’t happening for this one either. This is just for fun and planning makes me bored. I do miss the second one’s pose for ???Paw, but CricketPaw, my beloved son, is looking as sassy as ever and I’m living for it. He meant to claw his rat faced sister, and he will do it again. Additionally, I made the choice to place a third character watching over their training so it isn’t just two apprentices who wandered off. Probably their brother, so it’s actually three apprentices who wandered off, but I promise this one is responsible actually.

I’d like to say I’ve improved, yeah? :)

Weird to think I came from drawing jelly beans with noodle limbs to what I do now. And hopefully in the next two years I’ll be able to upgrade upon myself once again!

Also, I’m thinking about doing some Clan Gen stuff in my scene style! I’ve been playing around with it a bit on the browser version, and I ended up having JUST ONE couple produce, like, 11 kittens in total, and then each of those kittens producing kittens or just bringing home kittypets and loners so the clan was HILARIOUSLY LARGE.

#warriors oc #warriors #warrior cats #redraw #2021 art #2023 art #2017 art #watercolor #traditional art #fandom #2019 art #oc art #oc #warrior cats redraw #warrior cats oc #wc art #Did I improve?#Clan gen?

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itwoodbeprefect · 2 years ago

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hellooooo 🎢 🤩 🍦and. bc i saw your last answered one and i'm being mean. ✨

shaking my fist. devilish!

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

for me, or for my readers? for me, oof, probably one of the longer things. i’ve been sending you updates about the starsky watches westerns fic, which i’m in the throes of now, but Coming Up Aces was also a Whole Thing last year (or actually in 2021, mostly), because it just would! not! be finished!

also. i think Rare and never simple deserves a weird little shoutout for being a birthday fic that i finished three months late, largely because it’s one of the longest things i’ve ever posted to ao3 even though it’s for a fandom i’m not in and a ship i have no particular feelings about one way or the other, while it’s somehow also one of the only fics i’ve ever written that keeps getting “oh i cried” as a response.

for my readers... well, depends on your mileage, of course, but it’s probably the jesus christ superstar fic that never made it to ao3. a significant percentage of comments for that one included an understandable “what the hell i thought this would be crack” sentiment.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

overall, i think maybe john sheppard (of stargate atlantis fame)? he’s repressed in all kinds of ways, he’s queer in even more, people somehow think he’s cool but right under the surface he’s a huge dorky nerd, women keep throwing themselves at him and he keeps going “???” at it, he’s the hero of the story but he’s a giant slacker, he’s got a huge martyr streak but he does (probably) want to live, he loves his people so so much but he Cannot Show It, he chose the biggest asshole self-involved socially awkward supergenius as his best friend who he’s maybe pining for endlessly, and oh, the weird mix of pride and pressures that come with being responsible for the safety of others in an environment where you’re never going to be able to keep them safe - just so much interesting stuff. but most of all, joe flanigan’s face does many weird things at all times, and it’s never not fun trying to come up with ways to put that into words.

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

huh. genuinely a difficult question! i’ve definitely written some stuff that in hindsight i think might... verge on being too sweet? but for pure sugar that i think still works, it’s probably something like In my dreams I have a plan (If I got me a wealthy man) or Get A Room, or: Three times Magnus and Alec were gratuitously in love and obliviously domestic about it or Flowers for no reason but you missed me. (respectively h50, shadowhunters and starsky&hutch). or. any of at least a dozen other little fics.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

you know, after i answered this the first two times it occured to me that i could have just gone "i did this one, here's a link!" but by then i'd already set a precedent and now i have to keep going, so: i'm good at writing short fic! 1-3k is a particular sweet spot where i think i have enough room to say something (even if it's just something silly) but it's still very bite-sized, and over the years i've grown pretty good at both beginning and ending stuff that short while still leveraging it into having some sort of meaning in between.

send me emojis (if you want)! 🌈

#thank you for playing!! 🎉#ask #*

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letstrywritingmaybe · 1 year ago

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Tis the season I suppose, idk why but I’ve been so productive lately with writing. I can’t believe I’ve been finishing fics! I’m all set with the winter solstice event, just finished the first draft of the otp prompts, shared the next chapter of the sibling verse with vordark my beloved, and added another scene to devour even though I said it might be done. That’s honestly the only one I’m iffy about right now, I do think this is a good spot to end it but I almost feel like something’s missing? But that’s kinda the whole point. Cause this isn’t supposed to be a normal lots of love happily ever after. It’s a plethora of emotions, like yes they stay together but at what cost? And was there ever really a choice? But how could there even be another option when they’ve proven time and time again their love is true? Idk I’ll sit on it for a little bit.

Really my only ongoing WIPs at this point are midnights and the sibling verse. The former I should write more of since I’ve only written the first three chapters. The latter I’ve low key been updating weekly, but it’s been so easy to do. I just need time to sit and write it since all the planning for the major things are done.

This burst of energy is making me ambitious and wondering if I can maybe tackle some works that’s I’ve been dreaming of but never thought I could pull off… decisions decisions

I have a poll in my drafts that I plan to also post as a new work on ao3 for 24 hours. I just have so many ideas and I want to get to them but it’s just so impossible. Plus I kinda really want to work on being better at prompts, I’m so self indulgent that it makes me terrible at writing prompts. It’s why I don’t openly accept them, though I always gain inspiration from chats with fellow shippers.

I talk a lot about community and fandom, because that truly is why I love it so much. I love the interactions we have and how we build each other up, but a lot of the times it feels like I’m just screaming by myself over these two idiots who are so in love it kills me. *sigh it really doesn’t help that I have very strong opinions and reactions towards certain ships. Plus I’m in the minority of being a strict fluff lover, this ship is way too tragic for me I can’t bear it. I don’t want angst, I’m not interested in it nor do I want to be. Life is too depressing already, so please don’t add to it in fiction.

I’m just a fangirl who wants to read about her ship falling in love and making it work over and over again, is that too much to ask?

Update: I have like five things in my drafts ready to post, updates for midnights, sibling verse, devour, and the last entry for the year of the otp prompts! Also have a poll for what to work on next cause I apparently have a thing for starting multiple WIPs at once *sigh. I also need to make a draft for my winter solstice piece cause I’m done with that. Will also consider leaving flowers for my fav winter fics, but that will be on my main account most likely cause I do like to keep my fangirling separate when I can

#cynply rambling #this blog has become my diary I swear #which is weird cause on my main I was so against being personal #now I share a lot more but it’s still weird to me #but that’s what blogging is for so here I am

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dem-obscure-imagines · 3 years ago

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Growth Spurt

Jedediah Smith x Reader

Fandom: Night at the Museum

Summary: When a battle breaks out at the Smithsonian, you need all the help you can get. Your magic, however, has a mind of its own.

Note: Takes place during NATM 2. I’m a little out of my comfort zone on this one, so let me know what you think lol. I might be willing to write a part 2...?

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.3k

Reader is: Female

This was bad. Very, very bad. At the moment, you were in Washington D.C. Ahk’s brother was crazy, apparently, and he was recruiting all of the powerful villains he could possibly assemble, and he wanted to, basically, use the tablet to rule the world. Add to this the fact that he had captured Jed and stuck him in an hourglass.

Add to THAT the fact that he had snatched your family amulet from around your neck…you figured the man must have a death wish. If only he knew what he was messing with.

And yet, the forces he had assembled were too great for you to comfortably overpower without the rest of your friends present, so you figured it was best to keep your powers a secret, even if only to preserve the element of surprise.

“You got this, partner. I know you do.” Jed put his little hands against the glass, his eyes sad, but hopeful. “I’ll be fine. Go.”

“But—”

“Go!”

“Come on,” Larry gave your arm a tug, and though your eyes lingered on poor little Jed, trapped there in the glass, you followed after Larry.

It was an odd friendship you shared with Jed. He flirted with you, you laughed. It was impossible. He was about an inch and a half tall. And yet, the flirting never stopped and he never hesitated to remind you of your beauty, especially when you doubted yourself the most. You were powerful and he admired you for that, but he also loved your laugh, your smile…he knew it was silly and that there was no chance of something serious between the two of you, but that didn’t seem to prevent him from trying…

Amelia caught up with the two of you easily and you caught her up on the situation at hand.

You checked in with a Theodore Roosevelt without a body, but he didn’t have much to contribute to the situation. Neither did the Thinker. And so, the three of you headed out across the campus in search for answers. If not, Jed’s hour in that hourglass would be his last.

“So, this cowboy friend of yours, are the two of you…?” Amelia asked.

“Are we what? Dating?”

“Yes, that. You care about him, that much is clear.”

“I mean, yeah, but it just wouldn’t work out.”

“And why not?”

“He’s a miniature.” Larry explained. “He’s about two inches tall.”

“Oh!” She laughed. “Well, that would complicate things, now wouldn’t it?”

“You can say that again.” You thought for a moment. “Hey, weren’t there some Einsteins in the Air and Space Museum? I bet they’d be able to help.”

Larry snapped. “Good thinking.”

So, after a brief chat with the Einsteins, the three of you took the Wright Brothers’ plane and crashed it through the window of the building Kahmunrah had set up base in. Amelia ran to get help and you hopped off of the plane and took refuge behind a pillar, watching as Larry argued with Kahmunrah, wracking your brain for something, anything, some spell that would work to get Jed out of that hour glass.

And then it clicked.

It was a longshot, and you knew that, but if it worked…

As soon as Larry got the hourglass, you called out, “Over here!”

“Sparkle Fingers!” Jed lit up.

Larry threw the hourglass to you and you caught it, flipping it so the side Jed was trapped in was on top.

“Seize her!” Kahmunrah shouted.

You booked it as fast as you could down the hall and around a corner, listening as Kah’s guards passed, and once they were a safe distance away, you exhaled a long breath.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me in there.” Jed smiled softly up at you. “Alright, what’s the plan?”

“Well, there’s something my grandmother used to say. She said magic is really very simple; you just have to want something and then let yourself have it.”

“So…?”

“Hold still.” You told him, your power festering around your fingertips. You flicked it down and the purple rays shined through the glass, straight onto Jed.

“Hey, what is that?” Jed asked, somewhat fearful. “What did you do? I feel…weird.”

You bent down and set the hourglass on the floor, taking a few steps back and bracing.

Jed groaned, and then, all at once, the hourglass around him exploded as he grew to human size. He looked down at himself, holding his hands in front of his face as he moved his fingers. He kicked the pieces of the hourglass aside with his foot and looked up at you, his face awash in awe. “Holy smokes, Sparkle Fingers! I didn’t know you had it in you.”

You stared up at him, your eyes wide. You gulped. “Neither did I.”

“Well, I hope you’ve got some more in you. I have a feeling this night is far from over.”

You chuckled, “Me too.”

***

Once the battle was over and the dust had settled, Jed walked straight up to you, a nervous look on his face, his usual confidence dwindled now that he was standing face to face with you after all of this time.

“I…don’t know how much longer your spell is gonna last, so I’ve gotta do this now.” He said, taking off his hat and handing it to Larry, who was, understandably, shocked at the scene unfolding before him. Jed grabbed you by the hips and tugged you into a kiss, his lips exploring yours without hesitation. You kissed him back, your arms winding around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

The rest of the museum exhibits, who had seen your relationship with Jed grow over the years cheered alongside your new friends, and when the kiss ended, Jed leaned his forehead against yours, smiling softly. His warm breath fanned across your cheeks.

He chuckled, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”

“Oh!” He said, suddenly remembering something. He reached into his pocket and held up your amulet. “I believe this is yours.”

Your eyes widened and you stared at it. You were sure it had been lost when Kahmunrah had been pushed into the portal, but here it was, in perfect shape.

“You…how did you get it back?” You asked as Jed fastened the chain around your neck.

“Let’s just say Octavius and I have a few tricks up our sleeves.” He shrugged. “Speaking of…”

Octavius popped over the top of Jedidiah’s chest pocket. “Hello!”

“Hi, Oct.” You chuckled.

“At some point, I hope you feel so inclined to try that spell out on me.” Octavius said, causing you to smile. “If only to broaden my horizons.”

“When we get back to New York? Absolutely.” You promised.

Larry looked to Amelia. “Speaking of, Amelia, can you fly us home?”

“Certainly, Mr. Daley. It would be my honor.” Amelia nodded, grinning at the sight of you standing next to Jed.

He took your hand and pulled it to his lips, his fingers intertwining with yours. The whole flight back to New York, his arm wouldn’t leave your waist, and once you were finally back and inside the museum, Teddy had to do a double-take.

“Jedediah, my boy, is that you?”

“Had a growth spurt.” Jed shrugged, helping Octavius out of his pocket so he could get downstairs with the others. “And I feel like it’s gonna wear off soon…”

“Yeah…” You felt it, too. Your power slowly leaving him and you couldn’t do anything but watch as he shrank about an inch. And then another.

“Think I could get one more kiss for the road?” Jed asked.

You leaned forward and captured his lips with yours, kissing him one last time before the magic wore off, and when you pulled away, he shrank the rest of the way, back down to his normal size.

“Thanks for the adventure, Sparkle Fingers.” He saluted up at you from his spot on the floor.

“See you tomorrow?”

He winked. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Head Over Feet - Chapter 1

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Spencer Reid/Female Reader (Unrequited) Word Count: 5,233 Chapters: 4/4 Complete Tags: (Will be 18+, NSFW in future chapters) Unrequited Love, TW Suicide by cop Summary: Falling in love with one of your two closest friends was never something you planned; it only makes sense that falling in love with the other would also come as a complete surprise. *Inspired by/in collaboration with @ssamorganhotchner. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Link to AO3 or read chapter 1 below! It’s 3 AM—well, you are in a part of suburban Indiana where it’s 3 AM, but that makes it a Virginia 4 AM—and rain patters against the window behind your head as you slump over in your usual spot on the jet’s couch. You are exhausted, the whole team is exhausted, and you’ve just closed your eyes when a warm body presses against yours, thigh to shoulder, and there is a soft sigh in your ear.

“I shouldn’t make coffee. I shouldn’t make coffee, right?” Spencer murmurs, and you turn to look at him, can’t help the fondness that shapes your smile. His hair is untidy from running his hands through it, his eyes tired and rimmed red, and his headphones are dangling around his neck, just like always. He’s so close to you your noses are almost touching.

You return his sigh. So many things in life are unpredictable, but your partner, your closest friend, is always a constant.

“You absolutely should not make coffee,” you say, your voice quiet in the dim cabin. “We’ll be home in almost an hour, and then you’re going to go to bed.”

“At this point, wouldn’t it be better to just stay awake?” he asks with a groan, resting his head against the seat behind him, and you roll your eyes.

“I know the statistics, and if I do, then so do you. Being awake for 24 hours is equivalent to having a 0.10 percent BAC. There’s no way you’ll make it through the day without hurting yourself.” You hear a soft laugh from your right, and it’s Aaron; you hadn’t even realized he was paying attention. You raise your voice a little. “Plus, Hotch said we don’t have to come in until ten.”

He glances over his shoulder at you, eyebrows raised.

“Did I say that?” His lips curve up in a soft smile, and his expression is warm despite the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Don’t you remember? I said, ‘Hotch, you should let us come in at ten so we can get some extra sleep. I think it would really benefit the team.’ Then you said, ‘You know what, you’re right. Wow, you really are the smartest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.’” You smile brightly, fully aware you’re being silly; it surprises you when his smile falters a bit, nearly imperceptibly.

“Hmm. Now that you mention it, I do remember something like that. I’m a great boss for agreeing to it.”

“The absolute best,” you reply easily, and the two of you look at each other for just a moment before he turns back to his work and you turn back to Spencer. “So, like I said. Hotch said we don’t have to come in until ten. You need to sleep.”

“It will be after 5:00 by the time we get to the office, more like 5:30. Ten minute wait for the forty-five minute train home means I’ll get there at 6:25—” You are not normally one to cut Spencer off when he gets talking, but this is sleep-deprived rambling, not an informational address, so you place a hand gently on his arm and he falls silent.

“So come stay at my place. I’m closer and you won’t have to wait for the train. We can get a few hours in and then stop at the coffee shop before we head to the office, okay?” The way he looks at you, soft, appreciative, makes it feel like you’re the only two people on the jet for a moment, and he wets his lips, nods.

“Okay. Thank you.” You smile.

“Of course. Maybe rest your eyes; if you fall asleep, I’ll wake you when we get there.” He turns on his music, leans against your shoulder, and takes your suggestion; it’s only a few minutes later that his breathing evens out, softens, and you try and fail to ignore the way that makes your heart ache in your chest.

When the plane lands and you’re grabbing your things, you come up behind Aaron, curl a hand around his arm just above his elbow. He turns to look at you, and he’s more worse for wear than you thought, so pale and tired up close.

“You’re going to go home and get some sleep, right?” All that changes is the set of his eyes, but that’s enough for you to know he has no intention of going home; you sigh. “Am I going to have to force you to come stay at my place too?”

It would be the first time he’s stayed over, where Spencer has crashed with you a handful of times; you are close with the both of them, but Aaron you spend more time with at lunch, or late nights eating dinner in his office, where Spencer comes over for movies or board games regularly. The dynamics of your friendships with them are so different, but both so good, so unexpected. You wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“That’s not necessary,” he says, doesn’t look like it’s a thought he wants to entertain. Maybe he thinks it’s crossing a line? Spencer will be there, so you don’t understand why he’d feel that way, but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“I just want you to rest. It’s really no trouble, I have a guest room.” Spencer always opts for your long, overstuffed sectional sofa, so there’s more than enough room for Aaron to stay and get a few hours of sleep. He just shakes his head shortly.

“Thank you, but it’s fine. I’ll be alright. I appreciate your concern,” he says, and that’s clearly the end of the conversation. You just sigh, slide your hand off the back of his arm.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a few hours.” You walk away from him, over to where Spencer is waiting for you, and the two of you get into your car and head to your place.

By the time you get there, Spencer is basically a big, sleepy baby, and you have to carry both of your bags into your apartment and keep your arm around him so he doesn’t slump over. You lean him up against the wall while you unlock your door, then push him gently onto the couch while you grab pillows, blankets, and sheets.

He has clothes in his go bag to change into, but you don’t bother trying to wake him enough for that, just make up a bed for him and take off his shoes, maneuvering him into a somewhat comfortable position.

“Hmm. Thank you,” he mumbles when you cover him with a warm blanket, and he turns his head to kiss you softly on your cheek, then burrows his face into the pillow and falls asleep.

You walk into your bedroom, kick off your shoes, set an alarm, and flop down face first onto your bed. Later that morning, you and Spencer bring coffee and breakfast pastries for everyone; you take Aaron’s coffee and a cherry danish and walk up to his office, knock on the doorframe with your elbow.

You are happy to see he looks a little better than when you left him, and he even softly smiles when he sees you standing there.

“Good morning again. Brought you a little pick-me-up.” You step into the room, set down the coffee and the napkin with the danish on it in the middle of his desk, then lean against it with one hand on the desk and the other hand on your hip. “You look decent.” He chuckles lightly.

“Somehow that doesn’t feel like a compliment.”

“It’s not, it’s an, ‘I wish you would have gotten some rest instead of being stubborn, but I guess it turned out okay.’” He looks into your eyes for a moment, and you hold his gaze. “When someone wants to take care of you, Aaron, you should let them.”

He looks away first, down at the lid of his coffee cup, clears his throat.

“That’s not always possible, but I really do appreciate your concern.” He sounds crestfallen in a way you don’t quite understand, and you hate that he feels that he can’t accept help. You’d hoped he was over that kind of backward thinking.

“You can talk to me about anything. I thought we were close enough for you to know that.”

“We are,” he agrees, looking over at you. There is that same dejected set to his eyes, and it makes you hurt for him. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him like this, years, back when his divorce was still a fresh wound. “Sometimes that’s not always possible either, even if I might want to.”

“I won’t judge you, you know. I care about you.” You reach out to put your hand on his, a gentle, comforting touch. “There’s nothing you could say to me that would change that.”

You are interrupted by a knock at the door—it’s Spencer, with a mouth full of cinnamon roll. Aaron pulls his hand away abruptly like the two of you are doing something wrong, and you furrow your brow. Spencer doesn’t notice, or at least doesn’t say anything.

“Hey, JJ said there might be a case. We’re meeting.”

“Another case?” You take a few steps away from the desk, cross your arms, give Aaron some space. “We just got back five hours ago.”

“Sounds like we should have gone straight there instead. Spree killer, five dead.” He ducks back out of the room, takes off down the hall, and you turn back to Aaron. He’s standing, smooths a hand down the front of his shirt, and you sigh.

“What are the odds I can convince you to take a power nap on the jet? 50:1?” He cracks a smile despite his earlier demeanor, takes the coffee you brought and passes you on his way to the door.

“I’d guess more like 75.” You roll your eyes, grab his danish, take a big bite, and then catch up to him and hand him the rest to finish.

The case takes you to Connecticut, where you are paired with Derek to take witness statements at the precinct. The local police know the identity of the killer, a forty year old man named John Jackson, and your team has predicted that he won’t stop until you find him, and that he will likely attempt to go down via suicide by cop when you do, so everyone is on edge.

After almost three hours of taking statements, you and Derek break for water and coffee, stand at the watercooler shaking your heads.

“This guy is unpredictable. There could be another five, ten bodies before we finally catch up to him,” Derek says, taking a long chug of water, and you cross your arms, lean back against the counter of the kitchenette.

“Hopefully it doesn’t come to that. We’ve got roadblocks, right?” He nods.

“Every road in and out of town, with cops at all highway exits.” You vaguely remember the chief saying that, now that he mentions it; the hours are all starting to blend together, between the case and the lack of sleep, and your team is relying heavily on each other to fill in the gaps.

“Right. And helicopters.” You rub a hand slowly over your hair. “I hate these cases; it’s like the profile isn’t any good until you get to him, and by then it’s too late.” You check your watch, and it’s nearing rush hour, a good time to touch base with the team; you shoot Derek a glance, pull out your phone and gesture toward the hall, step out and dial Aaron.

When he answers, he sounds tense, so you don’t bother with pleasantries.

“Hey, just checking in. Derek and I are about done here; where do you need us?”

“There’s a checkpoint on I-95, mile marker 48; we have a few officers manning it, but we could use a car here, so if you two head there you can send one of them our way.”

“Got it: I-95, mile marker 48,” you repeat as Derek joins you in the hall. “Send a car your way.”

“Yes. Be careful,” he says almost like it’s an afterthought, and you shake your head lightly—as if you are careless any other time.

“We will, you too. Bye.” You end the call, lock your phone, raise an eyebrow in Derek’s direction. “Want me to drive?”

“Oh, and put my life in the hands of Speed Racer?” He takes the keys out of his pocket, holds them out like he’s handing them to you, then pulls them away.

“I've taken several defensive driving courses; I’m probably a better driver than you.” He holds them out again and you snatch them out of his hand. “And sometimes you have to be fast.”

That statement proves true when you are on your way to mile marker 48 and Derek spots the car the unsub was last seen driving. He confirms the plate number, confirms it again, just because your brains are kind of mush, and then you share a look and slam your foot on the gas.

Thank god for all those defensive driving courses.

“Hotch,” Morgan barks into his phone a few seconds later, “we’ve got eyes on the suspect. He’s headed northbound on I-95—we just passed marker 44. We’re in pursuit.” The unsub weaves in and out of traffic, a chorus of colorful language and horns blaring in his wake, and you do your best to keep up while maintaining a safe distance from other cars.

The chase goes on for several miles, and there seems to be no end in sight until you can eventually make out the red glow of the car’s brake lights from across the highway. It’s both a good and bad sign, one you were prepared for.

“He’s gonna bail, Derek.” You cut across several lanes of traffic to make your way to the side of the road, so you can pull off as close to him as possible. “We have to try to talk him down. Think he’ll listen to me?” The whole rampage was triggered by the anniversary of the man’s wife’s death, and you look similar enough that it’s a good possibility. Derek agrees.

“Worth a shot. Just keep your damn gun drawn,” he says, and you huff. You’re pretty sure every member of the team has used the ‘weapons down’ tactic on multiple occasions, but somehow only you and Spencer are always reminded of it.

“I will, but if he wants me to kill him, I’m not going to make it easy.” The unsub goes several hundred feet farther before pulling over, and you follow behind, turn on your four-ways, jump out of the car. Derek covers you, and you approach the vehicle slowly, gun drawn. “John Jackson. Leave your weapon on the seat and exit the vehicle with your hands up.”

The door opens, and you see one empty hand, but he still clutches a pistol in the other. Derek looks over at you, but you don’t dare take your eyes off of John.

“John. Put the gun down. I know you feel hopeless right now, like there’s no way out of this situation, but I promise you there is a way. I’m here to help you.” For the first time, he looks over at you, and you can see the pain in his gaze; it’s clear the man is broken, eyes sunken deeply in despair. He raises the gun—doesn’t point it at you, just raises it into the air.

“You can’t help me. No one can. She’s gone, and I’m left here—in pieces.” The last word is a sob, and you swallow hard, take a step closer.

“I know how much Kathleen meant to you, John, and I’m sorry for your loss. So sorry. But you know this isn’t how she would have wanted things to turn out for you; you know that, right? She loved you.”

“It wasn’t enough, in the end.” He wipes his forearm across his eyes, and Derek tenses, you can see it out of the corner of your eye, but that’s the only move John makes. “She took everything with her and left me empty.”

“It doesn’t have to feel like that forever. I promise you.” You take another step forward, hand outstretched. “If you just set the gun on the ground, I’ll come over and put you in some handcuffs. We’ll have to go to the police station first, but then we’re going to get you help. You’ll feel better.”

John says nothing for several seconds; you are so aware of yourself, your surroundings, that you feel each breath you take as if your body is moving in slow motion. You can see Derek tense again, just slightly; you can hear the sound of another car pulling up behind yours, of doors opening and closing, of shoes on pavement and guns drawn.

“John.” He sighs, presses his lips together, shakes his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to feel better. I want to feel nothing.” He points his gun at you, and you don’t have another choice. If it’s not you, it will be someone else on your team.

He made his choice; you make your non-choice and pull the trigger.

You run to his side when he falls, and so does Derek: no pulse. You’re a good shot. It doesn’t feel like something to be proud of right now. You stand, and so does Derek; he reaches out a hand, places it on your shoulder.

“You tried, you know?” His voice is low, a little rough, and you nod your head. “Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“Thanks.” You don’t say you won’t, can’t guarantee that. The two of you turn around, face the others, and you inhale deeply, exhale deeply, shake your head. Aaron and Spencer both come forward, and you’re a little torn, not sure whose eyes to seek for reassurance, whose words to seek for comfort.

Spencer makes the decision for you, jogs toward you and puts his hands on your shoulders, wraps his arms around you in a hug. You hold him close, rest your head against his arm, and look behind him, at Aaron, who seems more affected than you would have thought. You want to pull him in too, but he is not the public display of affection type, so you let Spencer be enough.

After a few minutes, local law enforcement arrives on the scene, as well as the coroner, and Spencer ushers you into an SUV so you can head back to the precinct.

That night, you are not just tired, but weary, when you make it home. You strip off your clothes and take a quick shower in hopes it will make you feel a little better, then pull on a short, fleece robe and pad to the kitchen to make a cup of herbal tea. You’re just throwing out the tea bag when there’s a knock at the door, and you take your mug with you to answer it.

You aren’t surprised that it’s Aaron on the other side.

“Hi.” Your voice sounds weak to your own ears, but he just nods, takes in your robe and mug of tea, offers his own greeting. “Do you want to come in?” You take a step back and he walks past you into the living room, sits down beside you when you curl up on the sofa. You face him, your shoulder against the back of the couch, your hands in your lap, holding your tea, and he mirrors your posture.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I know what happened today was difficult for you.” The expression on his face is careful, guarded, but concerned. “How are you doing?”

You reach forward to set your tea on a coaster on the table, scooting a little closer.

“I’m doing alright.” He looks skeptical, stares you down with serious eyes, and you sigh, give in to his silence. You’re not one to easily fold under pressure, but when Aaron is the one applying it, it’s difficult not to. “It’s never easy to kill someone, but… it’s just a little harder when it's someone who clearly needed help, something we could have given him. It’s harder when we’re just too late.”

“I can understand that. Things could have gone so differently if he’d gotten help when he needed it. Maybe no one would have gotten hurt.” He reaches out a hand to carefully cover yours in your lap, looks at you with tender eyes. “Try not to focus on the maybe, okay? Life is hard enough without beating yourself up for something out of your control.”

You nod your head, blink back tears, and lean forward, resting your cheek against his shoulder; he puts his arm around your back and holds you tightly, allows you your moment, and when you begin to pull away he reaches for your tea, takes a sip.

“Minty,” he says, then hands you the mug, and you smile softly, take a sip too.

“It’s Sleepytime tea. Helps me wind down before bed.” It’s not until you say it that it dawns on you—how late it is, that he’s here anyway after almost two days with no sleep. “Let me make you a cup and then put you up in the guest room. Please,” you murmur when he looks like he’s going to decline. “It would make me feel a lot better about today. Just knowing you’re nearby.”

“Are you trying to guilt trip me?” he asks, arching a brow, and you shake your head quickly, reach for his hand again.

“No, no. Of course not. I just know you’re tired, and it would be nice to have a friend close tonight.” You squeeze his fingers, your hand warm from the tea, take a deep breath. “Stay?”

“I’ll go get my bag out of the car,” he says eventually, and you can’t help smiling.

“Okay. I’ll make you some tea.” The next couple of months are fairly commonplace, with cases dotted here and there, but nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing like those few sleepless days.

You have dinner with Aaron in his office a couple times a week, and it’s always comforting and enjoyable, that easy companionship. You spend time with Spencer at one of your apartments a couple evenings a week, and that’s where things get complicated.

He’s one of your closest friends in the world, one of two people you would do anything for, drop everything for at a moment's notice. As it turns out, he may also be more than that.

You’ve noticed for a while that you tend to gravitate toward him, that you’re drawn to him when he’s speaking, like an invisible magnetic pull. That you can’t help staring at his lips when he talks, his hands when he adds gestures, the serious look of contemplation on his face when he debates his next move as you play chess.

It feels innocent, mostly, until one day he leans over your shoulder to speak into your ear while you’re getting snacks in the kitchen, and you feel your face heat, your heart pound in your chest. He lays a hand on your back, which is not unusual, but he may as well be putting it down your pants for the way it makes you feel in that moment.

You open your mouth to say something, but ultimately you stop yourself. What would you even say? I think I might be in love with you? I think I want you? I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship? Anything of those things would be the wrong thing, so you just push it to the back of your mind and do your best to let it go.

“Are you feeling okay?” Spencer asks one day while you’re pouring coffee in the breakroom, and rightfully so, because you’ve been avoiding him like he’s contagious for the better part of a week. He looks especially cute today, and he’s in a great mood, smiling and laughing at everything Derek and Emily say, and it’s too much for you to handle. You’re just proud of yourself for not saying something embarrassing.

“I’m okay,” you assure him with a light smile you don’t feel. “I’m just a little off today; I’m sure it will pass. Thanks, though.” You fill his mug, and he smiles back, nods.

“Of course. We can skip movie night tonight, if you’re not feeling up to it. I think we’ve both probably seen An American Werewolf in London enough times that we could recite it line for line anyway.” You have to laugh at that, because it’s true; it’s one of your favorites, always so easy to poke fun at that the two of you dissolve into giggles half an hour in.

“You’re definitely right about that. Yeah, let’s cancel for tonight. I’ll go to bed early, get some rest, be good as new tomorrow. Thanks for understanding,” you murmur, turning to look up at him, and he puts his hand on your shoulder.

“You’re welcome. I just hope you feel better soon.”

You hope you figure out what to do soon, too.

You’re getting ready to leave work later that night, shortly after everyone else has gone, when Aaron steps up beside you, clears his throat.

“Do you have plans for tonight? I was just about to order dinner.” You sigh, run a hand over your hair.

“Um. I was supposed to watch movies with Spencer, but I cancelled on him.” His gaze sweeps over you like he’s looking for signs of distress, eyes gentle but appraising.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes and no.” You immediately regret saying that, because it puts him on alert and you aren’t really in the mood to discuss it. “Yes—everything’s alright. I’d love dinner, if you don’t mind the company. And it’s my turn to pay.” You take out your wallet, shove the rest of your bag back under your desk, turn to look up at him. He’s still staring at you like he’s trying to assess your emotional state, and you exhale softly. “Can we just… eat and talk about Jack?”

It takes him a moment, but he nods, pulls out his phone. It’s nonchalant, just quiet acceptance of your terms; his eyes are kind when he looks back over at you.

“I have pictures of him from his last soccer game.” You feel almost overwhelmed with relief, lean against his arm to look at the photos of Jack and his friends in their uniforms, laughing and happy on the field. “Do you want tacos?” he asks, low, after a moment, and you nod your head and smile softly up at him.

“Yeah, but it’s Friday. Why don’t we just go eat? Work can wait until Monday.” It’s a suggestion you’ve made many times before, but this time, to your surprise, he agrees; you grab your bag, and he drives you to the restaurant where you have a margarita, and too many tacos, and so many laughs it’s like he’s almost a different person. He drops you off at your car afterward, and you lean across the seat for a hug, thank him again for taking you out—because, of course, he insisted on paying the bill even though it was your turn. It’s a better evening than you’ve had in the last few weeks.

You mess that up severely by going home and watching An American Werewolf in London anyway, and afterward you lay in bed, try to fall asleep, and think about what you’re going to do about Spencer. It’s almost midnight when you have the dumb idea to go see him—and it’s pouring, which makes it even dumber.

You text him to see if he’s still awake, and he doesn’t answer, but when you park you can see that his bedroom light is on, so you buzz anyway. He lets you up, clearly confused as to what you’re doing there so late; so are you, to be honest, but for some reason it finally felt like the right time to lay it all out on the line. When he opens the door, he looks even more taken aback than he sounded.

“Are you okay? It’s after midnight, and you’re soaked,” he says, pulling you inside and closing the door, and you shake your head.

“No, not really. I’m sorry for springing this on you, Spence, I really am.” You take a deep breath, try to calm yourself; your heart is racing. “I think I love you. You were the first person I clicked with when I started at the BAU, and it has become a genuine friendship that I treasure, but lately I’ve been feeling… more.” He wets his lips, frowns.

“I don’t think now is the right—” A slightly unhinged laugh escapes you, and it stops him mid-sentence.

“I know it’s not the right time, but I don’t think there will ever be a right time, so I’m just… just putting it out there, okay? I think I love you. I can see myself with you, I—I think we could be good together. And I know this is sudden…” you trail off when you see movement behind him; you lean to the side to peer around him, but he blocks you with his body. “Is someone here?”

“I tried to tell you it’s not a good time,” he says, and he sounds apologetic and maybe a little embarrassed on your behalf. You swallow hard.

“Who’s—who’s here? Is it someone I know?” He shakes his head, and you exhale a ragged breath. That’s a small miracle, at least, that you didn’t just spew a love confession in front of one of your friends—well, two of your friends. “I should go. I need to go—I’m sorry.” You back up, but you bump into the door noisily; you forgot he’d closed it behind you. Someone comes into the hall to check on the sound, and of course, it’s a beautiful woman wearing one of Spencer’s sweaters and not much else. She is your opposite in every way, and that makes it hurt so much worse.

You really never stood a chance.

“Spencer? Is everything okay?” she asks, arms crossed over her chest, and you fumble for the doorknob, wrench the door open, and take off down the hall.

You run for your car—the rain has only gotten heavier, and if you were soaked before, you’re downright sodden now, your clothes soaked through—and you tug on the door handle, but it doesn’t budge: locked, of course. You pat your pockets for your keys, but by the time you find them, the small surge of adrenaline you felt has left your body, and all you feel is heartbreak.

You rest your arms against the window, your head against your arms, and take several deep, gasping breaths; tears follow, burning hot, streaming down your face, and for a few moments you just let them, let yourself ache with embarrassment and bitterness until it physically hurts to continue.

You exhale softly, wipe your face with your wet sleeve as if that fixes the problem, and then unlock your car and head to the only place—the only person—you can think of with your head so messed up.

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years ago

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Slumbering Hearts (Alcina Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village

Rating: T for language, implied cannibalism (because Vampires)

Warnings: Aforementioned implied cannibalism

Summary: In a wicked twist of fate, you find out your soulmate is none other than your employer, Lady Dimitrescu. To your misery, she (at first) seems equally displeased, her heart already belonging to another. But in time, the two of you find yourselves wondering… could the universe be right, after all? Soulmate AU in which every person has a unique “soul mark”, which they share with their soulmate.

Notes: Features a cameo of sorts for my OC, Avaskian Caldwell. Not beta read.

Previous Chapters: 1: In The Shadow Of Giants, 2: Uncertain Destinations

3: Eat Your Heart

“Well,” Bela says, only moderately sounding hostile, “I do believe that marks the end of our tour. Unless you would like to see the dungeons? Perhaps get a proper look at where you might end up, hmm?” Resisting the urge to roll your eyes is more difficult than you would have preferred. Somehow you manage, though, and reply in a relatively relaxed tone.

“I think I’ll have to pass. After all, I wouldn’t want to be late for dinner, now would I?” You incline your head towards a nearby clock to emphasize your point. For a split second Bela seems surprised, as if she hadn’t been keeping track of time at all. But the look vanishes as quickly as it came about, soon replaced with a calculating gaze, and she gives a short nod. “Is it safe to assume that you eat together, as a family?” Another nod, this time accompanied by a small look of confusion. “Mmm, sounds wonderful. It’s been far too long since I’ve shared a nice family meal.”

That certainly wasn’t what Bela had expected you to say.

“Oh? I do hope that you can stomach the sight of blood, then. Otherwise it might not feel so nice,” she replies, after a slight pause. Her earlier confidence had returned, further bolstered by the resulting giggles from her sisters. They were a chaotic bunch. Regardless, Bela soon takes your wrist in her hand, pulling you towards the dining room, grip only tight enough to be slightly uncomfortable. Both of her siblings followed closely behind, occasionally whispering unintelligible jokes to one another. One in particular leaves Daniela pausing in the hallway, hunched over laughing, with an unnerving edge of something else you couldn’t quite place. A backwards glance in her direction leads you to make eye contact with Cassandra, who gives you a knowing smirk. Deciding that you didn’t want to know what she had said, you turned back towards Bela, and stayed facing that way until you reached the dining hall.

Inside, Alcina was already sitting at the head of the table, in a chair that would have seemed a throne to anyone else. On either side of her are two more seats, far less ornate than her own. For a moment the sisters and you hesitate in the entranceway. Evidently they weren’t accustomed to this particular arrangement, unsure where to sit. It’s not until Bela clears her throat that Alcina speaks up.

“On my left, dear,” she says, eying her eldest daughter, before turning to you. “You may sit to my right. I trust that you’ll find this agreeable?” Well, you weren’t exactly about to argue with her, so yes, you found it agreeable. Even if it meant sitting across from the more ‘direct’ member of your opposition. Though perhaps ‘judge’ and/or ‘jury’ was a better word for the Dimitrescu daughters. Regardless, you were going to have to sit with them, and in the end it hardly mattered who was where. As such, you semi-awkwardly made your way to your seat, hoping that you’d eventually feel less out of place. Soon enough Cassandra takes the spot next to you, giving you a concerning smirk as she does. What did she have planned? Before you can even contemplate her intentions, her mother is talking again, drawing both of your attention towards herself. “Splendid. I’m glad to see that you’re already finding your place here.”

It’s not hard, you think, when you’re directing my every step. Despite your biting internal commentary, you do not speak out loud, merely giving a polite smile and nod. Across from you, Bela gives her mother an affectionate expression before fixing you with a subtle disapproving look. Taking some small comfort in the fact that she wasn’t being openly hostile, you forced yourself to keep smiling, meeting her gaze with as much confidence as you can muster. Within moments both of you have your attention drawn elsewhere, thankfully, as servants begin carrying in various food platters. Most of the dishes appeared to be perfectly normal. But looks could be deceiving, and you knew that at least a handful had to contain less “traditional” ingredients. They remembered to cook something normal for me, right?

Soon enough your fears are somewhat alleviated, as one of the servants places an already filled plate in front of you. Admittedly you don’t recognize xer, despite xer oddly silver hair, or the red bandana xe wore. Something told you that xe wasn’t just another maiden, however, especially with the way xe brazenly made eye contact with each of the Dimitrescus. Before you could inquire about xer, you’re distracted by the arrival of Juniper, who instantly smiles when she sees you. In her arms she carries the last two side dishes and several empty plates, which the unknown servant gently takes from her. Together the two of them set the final items into place. Wordlessly, the grey-haired person removes a notebook from xer back pocket, handing it to Juniper with the barest sliver of a smile. Clearly having done this more than once, she accepts it readily, opening it to a bookmarked page.

“My Ladies, and our dearest, most esteemed guest, I present to you another fine selection of traditional Romanian dishes, for your sincere enjoyment. Today we will be drinking one of our more popular styles of wine, known as Febris Amatoria, meaning ‘fever of love’ in Latin,” she reads, only somewhat shakily. Next to her, the stranger inclines xer head to your employers, then does the same to you. At this point you have to assume that xe doesn’t speak, and that Juniper was serving as a translator of sorts. “Due to the unexpected nature of our guest, the dishes are not clearly marked in regards to their ingredients. You have my- as in Mx Caldwell- assurance that this will be handled by the next standard mealtime, where the shared dishes will be color coded. In the meantime, I- again, Mx Caldwell- will remain here, in order to prevent any… unintentional ingestion of human remains.” Gulping, Juniper returns the notebook to the stranger (Caldwell, apparently), then exits the room alongside the other servants.

“Isn’t Febris Amatoria also another name for a type of anemia?” Bela asks, slowly swirling the contents of her glass as she does. Caldwell, who had moved to stand several feet behind Alcina, gives a nod in response, and appears mildly amused.

“A clever allusion to our family’s nature, isn’t it? I know Daniela has certainly drained a number of ‘lovers’ over the years, perhaps causing a case or two,” Cassandra teases, much to her younger sister’s irritation. Personally you were surprised that she was willing to admit such a thing in front of her mother. Unless you were reading too much into the word ‘lovers’, due to the rumors you had heard regarding Lady Daniela. Nonetheless, the Lady in question is aggravated enough to sit up, looking ready to lunge across the table at Cassandra. As soon as Daniela moves (with frightening speed), her sister easily catches her wrist, using her other hand to wave a finger back and forth. “Ah, ah, ah, Dani, we have a guest. Do try to behave yourself.”

“Oh, because you’re the epitome of table manners? I’m amazed you haven’t already managed to spill wine all over your dress,” Daniela counters, before ripping her arm away from Cassandra. They both huff, but are quick to quiet down when their mother sends them a look. “Dinner looks delectable, as usual, Ava,” Daniela continues, after clearing her throat, accentuating the end of her sentence with a gesture of her wine glass. Then she takes a long drink from it, perhaps thinking that a little intoxication might make the evening easier to get through. Deciding that maybe she had the right idea, you take a sip from your own glass, relishing the subtle hint of lavender.

In the minutes that follow, things slide into easy comfort. Caldwell once more moves closer to the table, helping pass along side-dishes from person to person, quietly pointing out which ones you could safely consume, occasionally chuckling in response to the jokes that the daughters shared. A strange warmth built itself up within the center of your chest, heart yearning for age-old memories of your own family. Three months had passed since the last time you felt this way. Really, it felt so much like family that you didn’t catch the way Cassandra’s lips twitched into a smirk, or the way she met Bela’s gaze, or the way she pushed a dish just a tad further towards you than necessary. All it had taken was a single second of your gaze turned elsewhere… then you were reaching for the castle’s special variety of forbidden fruit.

“Ayye, nyet, nyet!” Caldwell snaps, voice oddly strained, hand wrapping around your wrist in an instant. All eyes are on you now, though Alcina’s soon flicker over to the servant. “Cass. Bad girl,” xe continues, going so far as to shake xer finger disapprovingly. Understandably, you’re rather shocked to see a butler be so bold with someone so dangerous. Even more shocking is the way that Cassandra backs down without a hint of a fight, refusing to meet her mother’s steely gaze, not even pretending that she hadn’t attempted to trick you. Satisfied with this outcome, Caldwell wordlessly fades back into the background.

Although you had almost committed an unwilling act of cannibalism, you managed to slowly relax again, content to listen in on (but not participate in) the conversations around you. ‘Twas somewhat awkward, admittedly, to be the odd one out in a family so close. Yet a part of you had gained a new sense of hope by meeting Caldwell. After all, if a human such as xerself could become so close as to chastise Cassandra of all people, why couldn’t you?

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“Once again, I would like to… apologize, on behalf of my daughters,” Alcina says, rather softly, still keeping a gentle hand on your back to guide you along. “I must admit, I do not wish to dwell on what might have happened if not for Avaskian.”

“Believe it or not, I think I actually understand where they’re coming from. Though, of course, I am also grateful for Caldwell’s intervention. But really… your family has been together for several decades now, right? Any addition is guaranteed to stir things up,” you respond with a shrug. “Besides, I’m more than aware that I don’t exactly stand at the same level as your other romantic interest.” Suddenly both of you are halting in the middle of the hallway, unable to meet each other’s gaze, regret rumbling like butterflies in your stomach. You hadn’t intended to bring up your soulmate’s somewhat obvious affections for Mother Miranda.

“Hmm. So you are… aware of that,” Alcina murmurs, finally turning her head to look down at you. There’s no small amount of pain in her eyes, though you can tell she’s holding as much of it in as possible. “I would prefer it if we did not speak of this. I do hope you have no qualms with that.” For once, there is no hint of force or commanding edge to her tone. For once, she is letting you act as an equal, the first step towards actually accepting your role as her soulmate. It’s enough to make the corners of your lips turn up, if only for a moment.

“Alcina… I understand. I merely want to say that it won’t affect how I feel, or how I act. Love is a blessing, even when it ends in pain. I… have loved before. People whom I will never see again, people who never felt the same way, and maybe people who I really only thought that I loved. I’m trying to think of those experiences as lessons. Situations that taught me something about myself, or about what love is, that I can keep in mind and use going forward. Just as I promised to your daughters, I will try to love you. I will give you an honest chance, regardless of our past circumstances. Because we’re soulmates. Because this is the world offering us a shot at something amazing, and I’m not about to give that up,” you explain, placing one of your hands in Alcina’s. For a moment there’s silence, but you see both surprise and happiness in her expression. Still, there’s a hint of tension remaining in the air, so you do your best to dispel it. “Also your daughters threatened to kill me if I didn’t, and I’d hate to perish before lasting a full year here. I heard a rumor that one of the senior staff members makes cards to celebrate.”

Next thing you know, you’re hearing a beautiful sound, a light, genuine laugh from Alcina, who all at once releases the tension in her shoulders.

“Yes, I do believe Ava, or Caldwell as you said, still makes those. Always with strange little drawings of felines…” She trails off, voice fading into another chuckle, before at last resuming her walk, never letting go of your hand. “As much as I have enjoyed our chat, I do believe it is about time that I retire for the night. We will see each other once more in the morning. For now, I bid you goodnight. Sleep well, my dear.” With that, the two of you arrive at the entrance to the servants’ quarters, and you find just enough courage to bring her hand to your lips, for a brief kiss.

“Goodnight, Lady Alcina. May your dreams be as sweet as your company.”

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #j has ocs #avaskian caldwell

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beardrabbles · 3 years ago

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invitation.

characters: GN!reader, claude, mentions of GN!byleth

warnings: none

word count: 2,814

notes: posted this on ao3 ages ago and totally forgot to post it here too :’) got into the fandom late, like alwaaaays! but i have an enormous claude / golden deer bias and wanted to write some fluff with him.

You forgot sometimes that this peaceful spot tucked between the trees wasn’t yours alone. You shared it with another from time to time, but it had been so long since the last time you both stepped foot in the clearing that it startled you to hear footfalls crunching at the grass behind you. Pushing yourself up halfway, eyes blinking blearily, you spotted the richly dressed prince with his hands planted on his hips.

“Napping without me?” Claude clicked his tongue, and you quickly replied with a roll of your eyes.

“I can’t nap here on my own?” You fell back again, letting the soft grass cushion you. A soft, content sigh escaped through your nose as the sweetest of breezes barely brushed your skin. It smelled of flowers and damp leaves, dense soil and a distant storm. There was no zing of hot iron or blood, and it was a relief.

“I thought it was our thing. . .”

You felt him sit beside you, taking up his usual position to your left. The tiniest flutter tickled the inside of your ribs, his nearness nearly making your head spin. “Before I came along, it was just your thing, remember?”

“Well, yeah, but I like it better this way.” Claude leaned back on his hands, eyes up towards the greying sky. It had taken fighting a war to bring back their usual glimmer, but it was there in full. Bright, hopeful, determined. Laying there, gazing up at the unsuspecting prince, it was almost as if you were looking at the man from five years ago — the cunning, clever and sometimes troublesome man that you had fallen head-over-heels for and had continued to painfully pine for.

“Me too.” You dared to smile, his gaze shifting to you. Adoring him hurt, but no amount of hurt would have you appreciating his presence any less.

Claude returned the smile, and the gesture sent your heart slamming against your chest. But just as quickly as it came, the smile faded. “I spoke to Byleth.”

You sat up in an instant, concern etched into your face. You were aware that he had gone to meet them, but he had failed to tell you why. You equally failed to push the subject, as it wasn’t your place to disrespect a man in his position. Curious as you might have been, you assumed it was best not to ask and only hope that he trusted you enough to confide in you later. Seemed you were right, though you acknowledged to yourself that it was a rare thing.

“How did it go?”

“They’re disappointed I won’t be here for the coronation. I can’t blame them. After everything we’ve been through together, I should be here for them. I want to hope they understands. They always have.” He exhaled sharply. “But, hey, I got to see them smile again! I think as long as they’re here, Fódlan will be in good hands. If they keeps smiling, if they keep breaking down the walls that were built up, I can go home and do my part there. I trust them.”

You shifted, feeling uncomfortable in your envy.

“So they’re not coming with you to Almyra?” You wondered. Claude shook his head.

“No, and I didn’t want to ask. Fódlan needs to be taken care of. It needs a parent that will hold its hand and lead it in the right direction. It’s gonna stumble around like an infant walking for the first time, but that’s why they’re the best person to lead. They’ll know what to say and do to help this little baby along.”

You screwed up your face and nudged him with your shoulder.

“You really like talking about babies.” You pointed out. Claude’s cheeks and the tips of his ears darkened a fraction, but he dismissed it with a hearty chuckle.

“I guess I do. I wonder why that is.” He trailed off, voice soft but nowhere near as confused as his words would have lead you to believe. You had long ago resigned yourself to never truly understanding him, so you shrugged. Trying to pick through his mind was like attempting a hedge maze without a map.

“Does that mean you’re going to be heading back soon?”

“I can’t stay for long. There’s so much I need to do if I’m going to see things through, but there’s something important I need to do here before I can go home.” There was sharpness to his eyes that you recognized and deeply adored. He was planning something, and you felt your curiosity rise again.

“What is it? Can I help?” You were always so quick to offer him aid. Usually, he gently denied it, stating time and time again that most of his schemes were for his mind alone. Things often worked out for the better that way. The fewer people that knew, the less chance they could commandeer the plan or ruin it. Yet you still asked just in case he needed you.

“Maybe. Before that, can I ask you something?”

You frowned. “Of course. You can ask me anything, you know that.”

“You’ve been saying that since we met. Is it really true?” Claude smirked and raised a single brow, only for you to shove him harmlessly.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” You eyed him for a moment, worry mounting. “Was that what you wanted to ask me?”

The prince shook his head, as if he were getting off track. “No. I wanted to know where you plan to go. What are your plans for the future?”

“Oh! Oh.” You frowned when the sudden realization that you had no plans slammed into you. “I don’t. . . know. I haven’t thought about it. I’ve been so busy supporting everyone else, doing what I can for them, that I don’t know what to do with myself. Everyone’s grown up. They’re all doing their own thing, starting their own lives. No one needs me anymore.”

“That’s not true.” Claude’s voice was firm in your ear, and his expression was set to match. You smiled meekly.

“I grew up with all of you, but it felt like my purpose was to help you all find yours. Not that I really think I’m capable of being that helpful, but I never took the time to think about myself. I was too worried about you all reaching your dreams that I didn’t have one. I don’t have one.” You amended the last part quickly because it was blatantly clear to you that you had no direction to go in.

“There has to be something you want.” Claude pushed. You laughed.

“At the risk of repeating myself, I want what you want. I want you to succeed.” You opened your mouth again, but were quick to clamp them shut when another thought arose. I want to be with you.

It was lovely to imagine, but you had lived with the fact that any future with him was left solely to your imagination. You met him as an heir, and you knew him now as a prince. The differences in your status was vast and hard to ignore. Claude had his mind set on making those differences unimportant, but you doubted that he could find room in his heart for you. He had a country to take care of and love, not to mention you two had been friends since the start of your time at the academy. Too much time had passed since then, and while your feelings had grown deeper and more troublesome, you were sure he had none to begin with. No, as students, he had been too preoccupied with tormenting you. Teasing, poking, taking up your time with nonsense and rarely giving you a moment to yourself.

Despite him being a brat at times, you loved him. And even if he didn’t reciprocate, you were grateful to have known him at all.

“So you’re not bound to Fódlan?” His voice shook you from your thoughts.

“What?”

“Do you have any obligations here in Fódlan?” His gaze was so intently set on you that it made you squirm, the feeling ten times worse since coming out of your own head.

“No, not that I can think of.” You couldn’t recall making any promises.

“Right, so you could leave.” Claude hummed thoughtfully and got to his feet. Once upright, he dusted the grass from his clothes and offered you a hand. Confused, you took it and let him pull you into standing.

“I guess I could, but where would I even go? I don’t know anyone outside of Fódlan.” You felt something subtle was being said, you couldn’t catch on. Some days, you could. You had learned him just as he had learned you, but he was always several steps ahead. You could read him, but only the pages he allowed you to see. In this case, the pages were written on, but only in bits and pieces.

Claude gave you a pointed stare and a gentle, encouraging squeeze to your hand. When you failed to understand, he raised both eyebrows and pointed to himself. No words were needed. His gestures and odd line of questioning were like a clarifying slap to the face. You reeled, giving him a wide-eyed stare while sputtering idiotically.

“Wh——”

“That took you while. I was starting to worry I’d have to spell it out for you.” Claude put on a convincing pout. “Unless this is your weird way of telling me you don’t want to come with me.”

“No!” You leaped too soon, your eagerness prompting a smirk on the prince’s face. You fell silent again, worried that saying anything more might reveal all of what you had been trying to hide for over five years. “I’m not saying that.”

“What are you saying?” He purred cunningly, hand still holding tightly to yours. You didn’t resist when he to eased you closer, your heart screaming in your chest. Cheeks red and breaths shallow, you could hardly think. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

I’m still napping, and this is just another stupid dream.

You swallowed hard and peered up at him. “I think I should be asking you that, Mr. Vague.”

“Ah-ah,” chided the cheeky man, “you’ll have to address me as Prince Vague now.”

You scoffed and gave him another shove. When your hand pressed to his shoulder, he trapped it there with his own. Even closer now, Claude lowered his head until your noses nearly touched. You sucked in a breath and found yourself unable to move away, attention trapped in his bright, beautiful eyes.

“You want to know what I’m asking you?” He lowered his voice, tone growing tender and warm. You nodded. “I’m asking if you’ll come home with me. I want you to meet my parents and my people, and I want them to meet you. I want them to love you as much as——”

He choked for a moment, a rare flicker of pure emotion startling him.

“As much as what?” You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but he was making it incredibly difficult not to.

Claude calmed himself with a shaky breath and tilted his chin down, lips barely ghosting the curve of your cheek. His eyes fluttered half closed, while a single lock of his dark hair tickled at your cheek. When you didn’t shy away, he spoke again in honeyed tones. “I want them to love you as much as I do.”

“You can’t mean that.” Your entire being felt numb with glee, but you couldn’t process his confession without a little doubt. He met your doubt with a chuckle, so you persisted. “Why me?”

“Why not you?” He nuzzled into your cheek, and you felt the compulsion to reach up and thread your fingers through his hair. You had done so many times before, letting the gentle touches calm him during his bad days, but there was new meaning behind it now. There was an honest love behind it as your dragged your fingers through the strands, pushing them back and away from his darling face.

“There were so many others. . .” So many people wanted his attention, his affection. You were but one in a thousand that longed for him.

“I didn’t care. I dreamed of many futures, and all of the best ones had you standing there beside me.” He muttered into you, the softest of kisses resting just under your eye.

“We argued so much.” You shuddered, warmth blooming in your cheeks.

“You kept me grounded. How can anyone expect to be a decent ruler if they’re always agreed with?” He countered. You huffed and tried to think of another argument.

“You used to tease me all the time.” You muttered.

“I’ll admit that was dumb of me, but it felt like the only way to get your attention.” His lips found the tip of your nose, and you couldn’t contain a snicker. “You looked so cute when you were embarrassed, especially when you wrinkled your nose. I couldn’t help it.”

“Why do I feel like you still can’t help it?” You tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear and let your fingers follow the path of his facial hair. He was putty in your hands, cheek pressing to your hand.

“It’s part of my charm.” Claude flashed his usual smile, then took a step back. The lack of closeness left you feeling a little colder, but the distance let you appreciate him fully. Tall, handsome, commanding. You were exceedingly proud of him, and you felt yourself falling for him all over again. But before you could think to speak, he started again. “You don’t have to answer me right away. I know this a lot to ask of you, so I want to give you the time you need. I’m leaving in two days. Meet me at the——”

You didn’t allow him to finish. Your heart was too full and on the verge of bursting, and it seemed silly to you that he didn’t know what your answer would be when he was so skilled at predicting you. Rather than let him wonder, you removed your hands from his and took his face between them. You gathered your courage, mustered with his help, and pulled him down for a soft but silencing kiss.

Claude wasn’t often rendered speechless, but he supposed he didn’t mind being put in his place if it meant your lips fitting against his as perfectly as they did. Unfortunately for him and the heat radiating throughout him, you didn’t let the kiss last long. He wanted to wrap you in his arms and crush you against his chest like he’d long to for years, but you parted from him too soon for his liking.

“Where are you going?” He took chase, but you placed your hand over his mouth. Claude stilled and arched a brow.

“I’ve had my answer for years, Claude. I’m with you in every possible way. But if I ask you a question, will you answer me honestly?” You uncovered his mouth, but his silence told you more than words would. “How long have you, uh. . .”

“Cared for you? Admired you? Wanted to kiss you the way you just kissed me?” Every question he posed in response to yours made your heart thud and your cheeks burn. “A long, long time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I was never given the chance.” He answered so surely that you wondered if he had those words prepared. You couldn’t pester him about it — too many things had gone horribly wrong during your time at the academy, and it didn’t make sense to plant seeds in dead soil. There would have been no guarantee that it would bloom and flourish, but with the land starting a slow recovery, you hoped that what you two started here would become lusher and more far-reaching than any forest in Fódlan.

“It’s alright.” You giggled giddily and granted him another kiss, this one to the corner of his lips. “We were given our chance, and you took it.”

“Does that mean you’re going home with me?” He asked.

“I told you——”

“I want to hear you say the words.” Claude softly pleaded. Weak for his doe eyes, you melted in his arms and relented.

“I’m going home with you, Claude. I want to meet your parents, and I want to get to know your people. And for as long as I’m there, for as long as you’ll have me, I want to get to know you better.”

A soft sigh tinged with relief escaped the man as his head came to rest on your shoulder. His grasp on you tightened, and you felt his heart beat against your chest.

“Thank you.”

You smiled and embraced him. “Don’t thank me. Just take me home. . .”

#claude von riegan x reader #fire emblem reader #fire emblem three houses #fe3h

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gingersnappish · 3 years ago

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KYLUX RECS 2020-2021

My Kylux Recs in the last year (Aug, 20 2020 - Aug 20 2021)

SO. MUCH. GOOD. FIC!!! We are really lucky in this fandom to have so much good stuff to read!

Fic is part of the lifeblood of fandom, in my opinion-it shares new ideas and AUs and fleshes out the characters and most of all it inspires and entertains us all and engenders all sorts of feels for the characters-it’s part of what keeps us shipping! So a big ‘thank you’ to all the fic authors out there who work so hard at their craft and are generous enough to share it with all of us!

The following list is by no means comprehensive-there are LOTS and lots more very good fics that have been published in the last year that I haven’t read. I just wanted to offer up a few recs from what I know I enjoyed so far! (I also have more than fits on one list to rec-I’ll try and do another list soon!) As always, I rec based on personal taste, and I highly encourage reading all the tags/warnings on any given work to make sure it’ll be to your taste! -

The Flirtation Of Flowers

DaisyChainz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29771553

Words: 5,917

Rating: Teen

Summary:Kylo runs his farm's stall at the Farmer's Market every weekend. He has a new customer, a gorgeous redhead that is curious about the meanings of his bouquets. Kylo doesn't know anything about that, so he makes stuff up to keep the man coming back every week.

My thoughts on the rec: This is the cutest slice of a modern AU kylux-it really nails Kylo’s personality as a (slightly awkward) flirt who is trying his best and just really likes the redhead who keeps coming to buy flowers. Just a sweet little fic all ‘round!

all i have to do is dream

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18709426/chapters/44373613

Words: 11,456

Rating: Teen

Summary:Armitage Hux has been going to the same bar every Thursday for the last year, nursing a crush on the gorgeous, unobtainable bartender, Kylo Ren. He finally gets up the courage to ask him out, only to find out he has some unusual competition: the memory of a red-haired boy from Kylo's past, who Kylo swears is the soulmate that got away from him.A fill for this SoftKyluxKinks prompt:Anonymous asked: Benarmie with young Ben (around 11 years old) having a huge crush on Armitage (16). Hux finds it adorable but mostly ignores him because he's a kid. Flash forward a few years when Ben is all grown up and Hux is the one with a huge crush.

My thoughts on the rec: This is another really cute young modern AU! I like the idea that Ren has liked Hux forever, but this deals nicely with the age gap and that Hux really wouldn’t notice Ren back until they are both appropriately older. And they make such a cute couple-it’s a great progression from just ‘he’s hot’-like, there is a lot more to them than that in the end!

Homecoming

sigo

(really, read anything by sigo, it’s all my favorite)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27150808

Words: 13,450

Rating: Explicit

Summary:“We’re off the next two weeks, you know.”“Yes, I know.” There was emergency construction scheduled to fix cracking asphalt too near a pipe in the center of campus. The buses couldn’t run, and that phenomenon was the only thing that ever cancelled classes. Halloween was dead center in the unplanned time off school, and every bar within a fifteen mile radius would be untenable as the students celebrated. Hux was planning on staying home, catching up on grading. He was rather looking forward to an opportunity to reread his favorite novels. They were already stacked by the couch in preparation.“My family always throws a Halloween party and they got word that I could come this year,” Kylo said, shuffling his feet. He looked almost bashful.“Ren, it’s midnight,” Hux sighed at his infuriating coworker. “Get to it.”“I may have informed my entire family previously that we were dating.”

My thoughts on the rec: One of my all-around fav fics from the last year’s worth of my reading material! It’s got the modern AU vibes down pat without losing their personalities or making them too OOC, it’s got the fake-dating trope done REALLY well, it’s got a wonderful creepy vibe strung delicately throughout for the Halloween haunted setting, it’s got plot and make-outs (and more). Can’t recommend highly enough!

Thaw

thesevioletdelights

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28557180/chapters/69982587

Words: 14,316

Rating: Explicit

Summary:They have managed cooperation - efficient cooperation, even - in these past months, which is more than enough. And already nothing short of a miracle for both of them.Still. Ren was a fool to think he could simply run off and keep Hux in the dark.-----When Ren goes missing on a mysterious planet, Hux sets out to find him. He doesn't yet know that he just might find himself.

My thoughts on the rec: This, like all of violet’s fic, is HOT! Like, scorching vibes between them! It’ll draw you in and not let you go ‘til after the boys are ‘done’! And, like all of violet’s fics, the character voices and personalities are also impeccable!

Rocks Break Gifts

elderbwrry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25840237/chapters/62777839

Words: 16,706

Rating: Mature

Summary:The Rebellion has been crushed, a coup affected, and Supreme Leader Ren and his Grand Marshall Hux have settled into a domestic routine as the joint rulers of the Galaxy. Kylo wants nothing more, now, than to make his relationship with Hux official, but he can't seem to rise to Hux's challenge of a satisfactory proposal.Or, the five times Kylo proposes, and the one time Hux says yes.

My thoughts on the rec: Ahhhhh, the premise in this one is great! Like, I don’t wanna spoil the plot reveal at the end, so I can’t say too much, but there is a really good reason throughout the thing that this is a Five Times type fic and it works! It works so well and while we spend the fic ‘with’ Kylo, when we find out what Hux’s deal is, it is so satisfying! I Paint My Dreams

Marlon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685907/chapters/65090566

Words: 26,122

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:Kylo Ren is struggling to make a name for himself in the art world but as the grandson of the great Anakin Skywalker, a legendary pop artist of the 1950s and 60s, the weight of his famous family and his own expectations is a lot to bear.After he’s rejected from a prestigious exhibition because his installations “don’t fit the theme”, Kylo heads to the pub to drink away his disappointment. Later that night as he stumbles home, he’s set upon by some would-be thieves but before they can take what’s left of his money, he’s saved by a strange man with unbelievable Medusa-like powers. The ethereally beautiful man, Armitage Hux, is a visitor from Oweynagat and he has a simple proposition for Kylo - room and board in exchange for making all Kylo’s artistic dreams come true.Sounds easy - what could possibly go wrong?

My thoughts on the rec: Oh goodness, where to start? The Irish Mythology and Fae aspect of this fic is superbly woven throughout the whole thing and the author makes it work really well! Like, this is such a unique and original take on the kylux pair, I love them, especially Fae!Hux in this! And the plot is solid and you get invested really heavily in how they are gonna wind up-at least I did! There’s some beautiful language in this-descriptions and dialogue! And I have a soft spot for Artist!Kylo!

Dating a Monster

mysticmilks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26703904/chapters/65139415

Words: 30,401

Rating: Explicit

Summary:Ben Solo was raised to be a demon hunter, as everyone in his family has been before him. He wanted nothing more than to prove that he was worthy to his family. He lied to them and went on an unauthorized mission to catch and kill an elusive incubus. His search led him to Arkanis University, one of the most prestigious schools in the country.He was sure the mission was going to be easy, before he met the cute freshman Armitage Hux. This meeting would change the fate of both of them.

My thoughts on the rec: Add another really good one to the slightly-creepy-kylux subgenre filled with demons and dark powers! This is a great depiction of Kylo as a very determined demon hunter and Hux as a very unique quarry! I love the tension in parts of this too-well crafted! The Green Ribbon

xzombiexkittenx, Lilander (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630845/chapters/70176921

Words: 39,679

Rating: Explicit

Summary:When Ben was fifteen he left the Jedi temple and took extreme measures to prevent the shadowy creature that infiltrated his thoughts from dragging him to the dark side. What he did left him with a great deal of chronic pain and removed his most valuable weapon, but Ben got his stubbornness from every side of the family, even the adopted ones, and he was determined to find and kill the creature.Now Senator Amidala of Naboo, Ben uses his position to make the galaxy a less awful place when he can, but being senator also gave him very useful contacts in his search for the creature. When he met Major Hux of the First Order, Ben thought he could get game-changing information out of him, one way or another, but things rarely go Ben's way and it got complicated much faster than Ben had prepared for. It's never a good idea to mix sex and politics, but Ben takes his fun where he can get it.

My thoughts on the rec: I feel like this is a very original take on ‘Senator Amidala’ Ben, at least from the stuff I’ve read-many props to the author for such a fleshed out universe, filled with likeable, believable OCs, a wonderful plot, great character motivations and voices, and a take on our main man Ben that pulled me in from the get-go! He’s sorta magnetic (in universe and to the reader)! And the sexual tension and sexy bits are very well done! I’m rooting for Ben and Hux in this, on opposites sides though they may be! Comfort Zone

LydiaBSlade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26783797/chapters/65338117

Words: 66,766

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux is running away. He meets a tall, dark, and somewhat annoying stranger at the airport.

My thoughts on the rec: Travel writing at its best; also kylux fic at it’s best! Young, modern them trying to find their places in the world and finding each other in the process is so cute and almost tenderly done in this! This is a gentle, friendly version of modern Kylo that I fell in love with, right along with Hux! And by the way, I’m not kidding when I say travel writing-the southeast asian setting is vivid and enchanting in it’s rich detail! Outnumbered, Outgunned, Outmanuevered, and Winning

Coriesocks, Ellalba (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28217253/chapters/69144672

Words: 80,372

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux’s plans for ridding the First Order of Kylo Ren are ruined when Ren discovers his deception. With no choice but to flee, Hux ends up in the hands of the Resistance. It’s not ideal, but at least he gets a break from Ren. Until he doesn’t.When Ren starts appearing in Hux’s dreams, Hux wonders if the stress of being a spy has taken more of a toll on his sanity than he’d previously thought. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he has to deal with constant pestering from Poe and a mildly inconvenient kidnapping. Of course, it’s Ren who saves him in the end. There’s clearly no getting away from him.

My thoughts on the rec: A really interesting take on something that is both a alternate rewrite of what could have happened instead of TROS and a TROS-fix-it of sorts! Hux is stellar in this, we really get a good look in his head and Coriesocks handles it masterfully! I really liked how their relationship develops gradually in this, it’s Enemies To Lovers at its best! Bloodlines and Brandy

EmperorsVornskr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22989934/chapters/54963601

Words: 130,785

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sebastian Hux is a native of the Deep South who loathes his origins, and seeks to pull himself from the stifling quagmire, but his bloodlines call him back to the property that has blessed- and plagued- his family for centuries.Unspoken secrets fill his inheritance, skeletons fill every closet, and a monster lurks in the shadows, tied to two bloodlines joined by fate, greed and hatred that has spanned across generations.As Hux learns about his family’s tainted legacy that has now become his burden, he discovers there is more involved than just having to be the curator of property that the locals shun with hushed whispers, that he has inherited more than an estate- he also has a terrible and loathsome horror tied to his very blood.When curious young locals come calling, and Hux’s past tormentors come out of the woodwork to simper and scrabble for a piece of the newly rich, the body count begins to rise, the smell of blood in the old slaughterhouse is getting harder to hide, and Hux realises that he will need to find a better way to pacify the hulking shadow that perches on his roof every night before his hometown’s tiny population is completely decimated.

My thoughts on the rec: This one is EPIC! Like, in length (which it needs every word of for the story that is going on here) and in the great portrayal of Kylo and Hux and their relationship! It’s super original too-not just the plot but the depiction of Kylo as something ‘other’ and the Southern Gothic vibes, and Hux-this is a wonderful take on Hux! He loses none of his edge, in my opinion and yet the reader is ‘with’ him all the way through, rooting for him! The descriptions are killer too-EmperorsVornskr has a felicity of expression that kept me reading (albeit in more than one sitting). Also worth noting that this is a wonderful and carefully handled depiction of trans!Hux, in my admittedly cis opinion. The theme of finding your tribe/your people/and your special someone in this, albeit in sometimes unexpected places is warming! I enjoyed every moment of this fic! Gravity Well

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062495/chapters/29879001

Words: 176,421

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Snoke is gone, but his death has solved nothing between Hux and Kylo Ren. The First Order's trust in their leaders wanes as they vie for power over one another, and if they cannot learn to work together, they may both lose everything they've worked for.Forging that alliance after years at each other's throats will not be as easy as letting the past die, however—they will face subterfuge, enemies in the shadows, treachery, and being stranded on a hostile planet with creatures out of nightmare, barely escaping constant danger with their lives while having only one another to rely on.And that is just the beginning.

My thoughts on the rec: I realize this one is very well known by now, but I’ll rec it again for good reason! It’s quality long-fic! I love how competent Hux is in this surival-style fic, even without the Force to save him! And Kylo is a badass! kyluxtrashcompactor is a master of the slow burn here and we’re even lucky enough to be getting a sequel (although Gravity Well will also stand perfectly on its own). The writing in this will draw you in and not let you go!

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That’s all for now! I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did!

#kylux recs #kylux #fic recs #kylux recs 2021 #i enjoyed these fics

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mystic-shadows42 · 3 years ago

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Lover's Quarrel

A/N: It’s been awhile since I wrote a piece for the Vikings fandom. Hope I haven’t lost my touch. Hope you all enjoy! Also, this one is a little more focused on Hvitserk rather than Ivar.

Pairing: Hvitserk x reader x Ivar

Warnings: Violence and mention of impregnation

Summary: A betrayal starts it all off making Hvitserk hurt and angry beyond anything else. He wants to shed blood, yours more specifically but Ivar won’t have it. He has other plans for you.

“How can she do this to us?!” Hvitserk stood up making his chair fall behind him in his sudden anger. “We’ve broken bread with her family! She grew up with us!” He paced around the room then stopped. “I love her.”

Hvitserk was trying to make sense of his love’s betrayal. He thought you’d always choose him and his brother Ivar than ever go against them. He was wrong. You chose your family over them.

“We must stick to the plan.”

Ivar brought up his hands and placed them just under his chin. He was deeply saddened by your betrayal but he didn’t want to show his men or Hvitserk just how much it was affecting him.

He needed some time alone to think of a plan to bring you back to him. One that’ll bound you to him forever without making you hate him entirely.

Once the battle ensued, Hvitserk was the first to break free and display the land red. He was fuelled with anger which showed.

When he spotted you out on the battlefield fighting too he was dead-set on what he was to do. Ivar followed his line of sight and knew that Hvitserk wasn’t in the right state of mind to face you just yet.

Hvitserk was about to rush forward but was pushed back by Ivar. They were both high on adrenaline but Hvitserk more so than everyone else. He’d been cutting down men and women left and right.

“I’ll kill her! I’ll do it!” Hvitserk yelled out, making his voice break at the end.

“No! No you won’t! I can’t let you!”

“She’s betrayed us!”

Ivar brought his head close to Hvitserk’s so he had his full attention.

“If you kill her then you’d never forgive yourself. I’d never forgive you if you do.” Hvitserk huffed at his brother but understood beyond his anger coursing through him. “Brother, look at me. I need you to listen. If you grab her we can take her as our hostage. She’s the key to all of this. Are you with me?”

“Yeah,” Hvitserk huffed.

“Do anything to get to her but don’t kill her. Got it?”

Hvitserk had a newfound intent on pursuing you. He was a man crazed with ambition.

He found your right-hand man and went toe-to-toe with him. He was a skilled warrior but Hvitserk had already configured his flaws.

He had a weak knee so that’s what he struck for. When he was brought down to the ground he wasted no time in finishing him off.

“Y/N!” Hvitserk yelled your name through the endless cries of battles. “Y/N!” He drawled out.

When you heard your name being shouted you turned to see Hvitserk standing on a hilltop by Ivar’s chariot. He held up your longtime friend’s head. He smiled displaying his blood stained mouth looking ever more menacing.

So many emotions racked through you at once. Though the sadness quickly turned to anger. You had spent many years training with the man Hvitserk killed. He was like family to you after having been placed by your side as a bodyguard.

Hvitserk watched on as he saw you striking everyone down that got in your way. He felt empowered to see how much of a fierce warrior you’ve become. He should know since he was the one who’d basically trained you.

Hvitserk jumped down from the hill he was on as you began to approach.

You faced each other down. He was breathing heavily with a bloody smile on his face. He kept gripping his sword in his hand. He was ready.

“You really want to do this?” It was never your intention to hurt him but for the sake of your people and family, what other choice did you have?

You could have always told him, that thought had never left your mind but Hvitserk was none too good at confrontation. He wouldn’t want to hear it. He would avoid it until it got too much to handle.

Then there was Ivar. He was always someone you could confide in but as of late you didn’t know if he was on the verge of being power hungry or just mad altogether.

“You’ve left me no choice.”

“I did what I had to do for my family. You of all should understand that.”

He turned his head looking at all the blood and death that was surrounding him. He looked back at you and lifted his head in the direction of the chaos.

“All of this is happening because of that decision. If you’d been with us. Things could have been different.”

“It’s just the way things have to be.”

“Oh yeah,” he sniffled and started to circle around you. “Let’s see what you can do then.”

You raised your sword just as he did the same. Hvitserk tapped the tip of your sword smiling then he swung at you.

You blocked it and tried pushing him back with as much energy as you could muster up but he was forcing all his strength down on your sword. He brought you down to one knee as you continued to block his sword with yours.

When you knew you couldn’t hold out much longer, you kicked his leg out making him drop to the floor. You quickly scrambled on top of him with your sword to his neck making him laugh.

His small fit of laughter had soon died down when you made no other attempt to hurt him. He looked into your eyes and clenched his jaw.

“Did you ever love me?”

“Of course I did.”

“More than Ivar?” Hvitserk had never bothered to hide the fact that he was always jealous of his little brother.

“The same.”

Hvitserk took your downcast look as an opportunity to flip you both over. He placed his hands over your neck shaking you.

“Tell me the truth?! After everything I’ve done for you! All that I shared! It was all for you! Now tell me who you loved more?”

He added more pressure onto your neck making you gasp. Tears were rushing from your eyes as you looked up at Hvitserk.

It was unbelievable to think that just a few weeks ago he was staring down at you in this same position, only with kinder eyes and a gentler touch ready to leave his ways all behind and go away with you.

Ivar and Hvitserk shared you but as of late Hvitserk was starting to get more possessive. He was falling harder each time. He had always been with you.

Meanwhile, Ivar did break away to be with Freydis because he believed her when she spoke lies to him.

In that time, Hvitserk claimed you as his. He had never fallen so hard for one woman and the betrayal had hit him tenfold. He took it harder than anything else in his life.

When the time came that Ivar realized how rotten Freydis was, all he wanted was you back. He became obsessed with taking you away from Hvitserk.

“You,” your answer was quiet and strangled but Hvitserk heard. He pulled his hands away and looked at your face. “It was always you Hvitserk.”

Even in the midst of battle, Hvitserk leaned down and placed a small chaste kiss to your lips. You hadn’t reciprocated which didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke. Before you even had the chance to speak he hit your head against the ground rendering you unconscious. He picked you up over his shoulder and carried you to Ivar’s chariot.

Once he placed you inside, Ivar was quick to inspect your injury behind your head. He placed his hand on the spot where Hvitserk struck you. He brought his fingers up showing Hvitserk the blood on them.

“She’s bleeding.”

“How else did you expect her to come willingly?”

Hvitserk was beyond irritated and confused. He didn’t know what to think or feel about the whole situation. He loved you but the betrayal is what stopped him. He wanted to harden his heart.

“You’ve damaged her Hvitserk. I didn’t want her hurt or have any more reason for her to distrust us.”

“More than she already does?! Look where we are at. We are in battle. She’s already lost to us.”

“She isn’t lost on me. She could love me again.” Ivar brushed your cheek with his fingers gently. When he smiled down at your unconscious form Hvitserk couldn’t help but become even more annoyed.

“Whatever. When we get back we’ll have her chained.”

“Chained?” Ivar was appalled by his brother’s nonchalant response. “She will not be chained like some animal Hvitserk.”

“Where do you expect her to be held at?”

“My room. We’ll keep the doors locked at all times but she will be treated as a guest no doubt.”

“A prisoner treated like a guest?” Hvitserk scoffed at the idea.

“Brother you are so hostile.” Hvitserk was unamused. “I thought you loved her?”

“She betrayed us. Lied to me!” Hvitserk couldn’t help but kick up the dirt and throw one of his daggers at a tree.

“Funny, that’s what you did to me, yet, here we are. Truth is brother, despite all you’ve done against me, there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be the one to kill you but Y/N convinced me otherwise. She saved your life.” Hvitserk paused and turned to look at Ivar. This was all news to him. His features softened and his shoulders relaxed as he thought of how you would actually do that to save him. “Once you put a baby in her, she’ll forgive us.”

“What do you speak of Ivar?” Hvitserk narrowed his brows and approached the chariot slowly.

“You’ll be the one to put a baby in her. As you know, I cannot have children nor provide any for her, but you can. If she has a baby with you then she cannot be against us.”

“You’re sick, Ivar.”

“Is it not your wish to fill her with babies and be the father of her children?”

Hvitserk rested his hand on top of the chariot as he leaned forward. “Not like that.”

“Only time will tell,” Hvitserk backed away when he saw his brother’s condescending smirk on his face. He never knew just how far he'd go until now.

Tagged: @belovedcherry @lordsexmachine @lol-haha-joke @mariaenchanted @ethereallysimple @bababasti @ir-abelas-telanadas @soleil-dor @youbloodymadgenius

#Hvitserk x reader x Ivar #Hvitserk x reader #Ivar x reader #Hvitserk lothbrok #Ivar Lothbrok #Hvitserk #Ivar #Hvitserk ragnarsson #Ivar ragnarsson #Hvitserk imagine #Ivar imagine #Vikings

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lovelyrots · 3 years ago

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Runaway

Warnings - fluff, and it’s not too long

Papa Hawks makes a comeback in this short and sweet sequel to Safety while I’m beginning to work on some new work (mostly smutty) for mha and other fandoms

“Please can we go do something?” You plead with the teen left in charge of you, your hands clenched together and literally on your knees. “No.” Tokoyami simply says and you deflate.

“Why not?! All I’ve done today is sit in this house and wait. Can’t we just go to the pa-“ “No.” “Grrr fine! You’re my least favorite babysitter anyway!” You shout as you run to the room your papa and you have been using in your aunt’s apartment and slam the door shut.

“Stupid papa, and his stupid intern and stupid realtors….whatever those are.” You pout and plop onto the bed, your young wings twitching and ready for some excitement. You glance out the window, the swaying trees and swirling clouds taunting you with the freedom they possess.

You sit up as an idea takes root in your young mind, your wings ruffling in excitement. Quiet as a mouse, you sneak over to the window and with a few grunts manage to open it just enough for you to crawl out onto the fire escape just below. You look back inside, waiting to see if your warden heard anything, and carefully climb down the stairs until you reach the damp pavement down below.

“If Tokoyami won’t take me out then I’ll just have to do it myself. Besides, I’ll be back before anyone notices.” You tell yourself as you practically skip away from the building, a smile on your face and only thoughts of running or flying around the park on your under-stimulated mind.

You follow every rule your papa ever told you to do when you went out; keep your head down, tuck your wings in, and don’t talk to strangers or follow them anywhere. Luckily though, there aren’t many people out right now since it’s still quite early in the afternoon so you don’t have to worry too much about your wings getting ruffled by other people.

You hurry as the entrance to the park comes into view, your little legs propelling you towards the playground sanctuary. Your trip however gets put on pause when you’re yanked off the ground by the back of your shirt. You gasp and look up to meet the disappointmented gaze of your papa.

He sighs before hoisting you into his arms and heading back towards the apartment. “At least wait until you’re a teenager to sneak out, chickadee.” You shiver while the wind whips around you and attempt to cuddle into your father for warmth. “How’d you know?” You mumble into his shirt, your small fists clenching the fabric. “I was on my way back from looking at our new house, when I spotted a little runaway sneaking out through her window.” If you weren’t already shaking from the cold wind then you’d be shaking from the cold tone of his voice.

“I just-“ “Save it. You know better than to go anywhere by yourself, or without telling anyone.” You fall silent, any protests or complaints dying in your throat.

Keigo sighs as he walks into Rumi’s apartment, hopefully for the last time if everything goes according to plan. “Go ahead and head home, kid, I’ve got the prisoner now.” He jokes and pats Tokoyami’s shoulder as he passes by, intent on placing you back in your current room. “I’m sor-“ “Don’t worry about it, it’s partially my fault for thinking she’d do as she’s told and stay put. Thanks for watching her today, now go enjoy the rest of your weekend.” Keigo ends the conversation and heads into the bedroom, a group of feathers moving to the window and shutting it.

He sets you down on the bed and sits beside you, one of his wings cocooning you into his side, then tosses his visor onto the nearby nightstand.

“I know it’s been hard for you while I’ve been out working and looking for a new house but that doesn’t mean you can just sneak out and do whatever you want. There’s a lot of bad people out in the world, some of them are really angry at me and other heroes.”

You keep quiet, not looking to sink into any more trouble as he turns to look into your eyes. “Some may even try to use you to hurt me. That’s why you can’t just do whatever you want right now; if you want to go out then you need me or another hero with you so you’re safe. Tokoyami may be a hero in training but he’s still a kid, just like you, which is why I told him not to take you out anywhere. Do you understand?”

Your lower lip wobbles as you nod up at him and stifle a sniffle, the shame and guilt eating away at you. “Yes sir, I’m sorry.” He sighs, quiet and briefly, before taking you into his arms and rubbing your back in slow soothing circles. “As long as you understand then it’s okay. Once we get moved into our new house, I promise I’ll take some time off and do whatever you want until I have to go back, how’s that sound?”

You look up and he wipes your tears away from your tiny face. “You promise?” He nods and holds out a pinky, his face serious as he waits for you to raise yours. “I pinky promise.” You lock your pinkies together and he places a light peck on the top of your head before laying down, his arms keeping you safe and warm until you’re calm again.

‘I promise I’ll keep you safe, little bird, just don’t try to leave the nest too soon again.’ He strokes your hair and small wings as he makes a promise to himself, one that he intends to keep.

#mha #bnha #x reader #bnha fluff #father hawks x child reader #keigo takami #bnha hawks

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malereader-inserts · 4 years ago

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The Cat’s Manager

Fandom: Haikyu Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Male!Reader Summary: Kuroo has a range of friends. Word Count: 1,086 Request: Could you possibly do a Kuroo x Boyfriend!reader, where he's one of Nekoma's managers and he goes to check in on him but finds Tetsuro with the gym 3 squad hanging out and it's his first time meeting Tetsu's friends? If not that's totally fine! Just stoked that you're writing for Haikyuu now!! - ❤️❤️ A/n: I realised my timeline in this is fucked, but I didn’t want to rewrite it so I tried bending it about

You hadn’t been in training camp for the first day, you had been running errands to get the barbeque on the way, one that has been planned a few days in advance. So, when you actually returned to help out, watermelons were being served and whilst you were the only Nekoma’s manager, you managed to find the rest of the managers who welcomed you with open arms. You had met Karasuno’s manager before, the pretty third year, but you said hi to the new manager.

“Kenma!” You called out, the short boy perked up to hear your voice, “Watermelon?”

“Yeah, thanks,” His voice was soft, a smile appeared, “The team has been chaotic without you, especially Tora.”

“It’s Kiyoko, isn’t it?”

Kenma nodded, “Kuro is over there, by the way, he’s getting on my nerves.”

“When is he not annoying?” You sighed, “I’ll check up on him later, how have you been, Kenma?”

You like keeping Kenma company, he’s quiet but smart - he takes a liking to you and approves of you dating his best friend. You were a nice balance to his personality. And you have a good sense of the sport, after all, you used to play with the team. In fact, you were going to be ace of the team, until there was an accident where your knee was no longer at top shape and forced to quit volleyball. Luckily, Nekoma team allowed you to be a manager because you were able to help with training and exercise.

Sometimes, Tora gets guilty to take your spot on the team, but you always reassure him that he did nothing wrong. It wasn’t his fault that floor was slippery, and when you were going for a receive you fell wrong - shattering your kneecap.

You were so busy during the day that the only time you could see your boyfriend was after training was done and it was personal training. You hummed, a little limp to your walk as you look for Kuroo. You stumbled to hear Kuroo’s laughter ringing from gym three.

You poked your head through and was spotted by the Russian.

“(Y/N)!”

Kuroo snapped his head, mid-block, getting a spike to the side of his face from Akaashi.

“LEV!” Kuroo shouted, rubbing his face.

“Are you okay, Kuroo?” Akaashi asked softly as the middle blocked nodded, waving him off.

Kuroo turned to look at you, waving his hand, a glint of excitement and happiness in his eyes, “Hey!”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

You knew some faces, you’ve heard names thrown about in team chat. You were able to meet Kiyoko before the practice game between yours and her school before dipping out before you could meet Karasuno’s team because you were visiting your grandma, who lived in Miyagi. You often get lost in the crowd by Fukurōdani Academy’s setter and ace.

Bokuto not paying attention much and Akaashi’s attention always being on his ace. So, they would never glance your way unless there was something happening with you.

You entered the gym with a welcoming smile, “Hey guys.”

“Baby!” Kuroo ran to you, giving you a massive hug, “I’ve missed you.”

“I was gone for a day and a half.”

“Too long-” Kuroo whined as you chuckled, rubbing his hair, attempting to flatten it down.

“Erm, Kuroo, who’s this?” Bokuto asked as you tilt yourself to the side to look at him.

“Oh, I’m (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m Kuroo’s boyfriend and Nekoma’s manager.” You say, waving lightly with a cat Captain latching onto you, as he pouts, “Nice to meet you.”

“I know you, (L/n),” Akaashi says, looking at you, “I heard you had an accident, you were playing for Nekoma.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Can’t do much about it now.”

“Wait you can’t play?” Bokuto pouts at you, “That must suck!”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t mind helping out with techniques, I’ve got good game sense.” Akaashi nods, smiling a little, “I’ve heard the two of you. Bokuto Kotaro and his setter - Akaashi Keiji of Fukurōdani Academy.”

“Hell yeah! You’re pretty cool to be Tetsuro’s boyfriends.”

“Bo-!” Kuroo shouted at his companion, the owl smirked in his enjoyment to pick fun at the cat.

“Anyway, you two?” You look at the two other people.

“I’m Hinata Shoyo!” The small ginger-haired boy, jumped up, “What position did you play?”

“You can’t ask that,” The tall blond boy sneered, looking down at you with his glasses, “I’m Tsukishima.”

“It’s okay, Tsukishima, I don’t mind,” You say, at least the blond boy had some manners to him, “I played wing spiker.”

“And almost the ace for the team,” Kuroo boasted, “Unfortunately-”

“I shattered my kneecaps.”

Everyone in the gym except you and Kuroo had cringed at the accident. You lifted your sweatpants to see the scar from surgery. Bokuto wanted to get to you closer so he could give it a good admirable stare, but Akaashi had tugged the back of his shirt to pull him back.

“Hey, if you ever get annoyed with this piece of work,” You motion to your boyfriend, “I can always try to offer you some advice. After all, I would love to see a good game at nationals.”

You smile as you turned to your boyfriend, who was glaring at Bokuto and then sharply looking at Lev. You rolled your eyes at the captain of your team.

“I’ll see you later, you’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course,” Kuroo’s voice was drawled out, a slight tease to his tone, “Go keep Kenma company.”

“Don’t give Lev a hard time.”

“Yeah, listen to (L/n)!” Lev shouted as Kuroo growled at him, making the half-Russian flinch back.

“Play nice, kitty,” You give him a peck on the lips, “I like your friends, they’re nice.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes as you turn around to wave goodbye to the rest of them. Kuroo turns to watch his boyfriend walk out of the gym and head towards bedding arrangements. He looks back at the group of boys at the net.

“I like your boyfriend, Kuroo!” Hinata says, a smile never leaving his face, “He seems so cool!”

Kuroo was surprised to see Tsukishima nod in agreement. Bokuto looks even more hyped up, after your statement of wanting to witness a good game at nationals - it seems like it set off something in Bokuto, Hinata and Lev.

“Well, once you get to know him more, he’s even cooler,” Kuroo speaks highly of you.

And, well, he never wrong on a person’s personality.

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Imagine Pedro being teased and questioned about how close he is with you, Gal’s adopted sister, and trying his best to hide the fact that you are actually dating.

“So, Gal, I am going to direct this question mostly at you but of course anyone can get to answer. I actually wanted to know your opinion about it.” Conan said, as Gal herself nodded her head with a smile.

“Oh, please, with pleasure.”

“There have been several photos, and I do not mean just from paps or professionals. Even you on your personal instagram posted a few. Which, to say the least, broke the internet as we all saw.”

“Yeah uh truth is my instagram wasn't working for several hours afterwards and I thought it was just me but then I kept asking others and got the same reply from everyone! Turns out, we caused a blackout of sorts.” Gal laughed, admitting to it before looking away in embarrassment while the rest of the cast nodded their heads as if almost giving her a a playful glare, even through the screen of the computer.

“And the reason behind that, who would have thought, a couple photos!” Jimmy nodded his head “Your sister, your adopted sister (Y/n), came to visit you on the set of Wonder Woman 1984. It was, for lack of better words, a historic moment not just for instagram who crashed because of the popularity of the photos but also for comic book fans worldwide. It was the closest we could get to a Marvel and DC crossover.”

“You say that because she was in her costume in some of them yeah?” Gal asked with a bright smile, always loving to talk about her little sister as Conan nodded his head “Yes, it was (Y/n)'s idea and everyone knows it, I can never say no to my little sister. Plus, she was right; we had so much fun fooling around in our costumes! I had more fun than I've ever had on a set of a movie before. And, yes, I almost always enjoy the movies I'm in, but this one- this one was truly something else! We- almost everyone, I think, played along as we acted as our characters and filmed some scenes just for laughs. I really really hope they make it into the bloopers somehow.”

“So you're planning on taking down youtube next, I see. I see.” the host nodded his head with playfully narrowed eyes, seeming all suspicious and making everyone laugh.

“No, no I swear! I don't want to!” she said in between laughter “We all had so much fun and an amazing time on set and in front of the cameras, playing superheroes that it would be incredible for the fans to see! It's- Really, it is kind of an unofficial crossover that should make it to the internet at least!”

“I'll have to-” Patty spoke up “I'll have to give it to Gal, she is right. (Y/n) had this amazing idea and creative at the same time because she had a small plot in her mind and lines and everything concerning the set. We all did a small setup and filmed it and, honestly, it came out to be real good!”

“Patty is no even exaggerating and Gal is certainly right. We had so much fun filming that small crossover, and (Y/n)'s ideas were brilliant! Fans will definitely love it!” Kristen said in addition.

“She truly is an incredibly talented, smart and creative person, besides an absolute darling. So kind to everyone and sweet, we all couldn't get enough of her. And-” Patty raised a finger “I will say it here once more because Gal has heard it before: the fastest we've filmed a scene in this movie. And it was all thanks to how professional she was, it was truly incredible!”

“Well, I can't ever deny it, my little sister is the biggest star there is! Oscars or other awards aside, she proves how great she is on every set on her own!”

“And you are definitely her biggest fan, as we all can clearly tell.” Conan pointed out with a small laugh “Speaking of, I think we do have someone who could only be described as your main rival on that sweet stop of being your sister's number one fan. Someone who hasn't been shy about expressing his admiration about (Y/n) but who has yet to utter a word.” Conan looked back up from his papers and said someone almost felt his heart jump in fear and nervousness, hoping that at least nobody noticed that he was indeed being silent for a reason “Pedro, you're being uncharacteristically quiet about this one, especially for something that caused Instagram to crash within thirty minutes of the photos being uploaded. I'm not- I'm not used to this from you. Come on, talk to me. Say what's on your mind.”

“This is oddly- I'm getting strange deja vu vibes here. Must be cause of that one time I visited a therapist. Long story short, it was only one session for me and about hm at least 25 for him. I heard he's still going to a therapist now.” he shrugged casually, earning laughter from everyone. He chuckled slightly himself, glancing over the screen of his computer while trying his best to keep anything from showing on his face even more so his smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean-” he cleared his throat “Ah man, what else can I say? The ladies have spoken, and they've said exactly what- I believe anyone that gets the opportunity to work with (Y/n) or watch her movies would agree she is one of a kind.” he shrugged softly with an adorable smile “Besides, it feels like anything I say is just going to be used against me, so I- I better keep on silently observing. That does seem like it's the safest option here.”

Pedro's laugh was more of a nervous if not awkward one, but he was pretty confident it was just no different to how he would usually laugh away questions he didn't want to answer in interviews. Most celebrities did the same, he wouldn't be the first nor the last, so he didn't expect Conan to insist any further. He didn't want to push his luck, he had been really successful (if not blessed after all these close calls) with all these online interviews to not have everything revealed by accident, so now especially with the current topic, he didn't feel like messing things up. He loved this privacy, he didn't want to lose it not yet, he wanted you and this all to himself for now. And he wanted the story of how you met, of how over that one month and a half on set he felt himself fall in love with you.

And yet... Yet, he was probably a weak man, a man who couldn't help but indulge even if he knew it could probably get him in trouble. You were worth it, though, you were worth all of it and as you were his weakest spot and so indulge he did. He slowly chewed on his lower lip and he so subtly looked over the screen of his computer.

His eyes fell on you, still splayed on his bed, book in one hand and steaming mug on the nightstand – your nightstand on your side of the bed, the thought of which made his heart flutter inside his chest – hair slightly messy, that oversized Mandalorian shirt on, which you'd gotten all excited amongst many many more fandom related toys a couple months ago and couldn't wait for him to see. A shirt which had, inevitably, ended up being taken off you barely ten minutes later starting from him stealing kisses and leading to the two of you making love till the very morning in between endless giggles. The pup you'd gotten – the both of you – not so long ago made a small noise drawing your attention for a short moment as you kept petting him, the both of you too tired to do anything else after an exhausting day of playing. Pedro couldn't complain, although he'd been a part of it he had mostly spent time filming everything even if you hadn't been the one to ask him to, he couldn't help it.

It was something that the both of you decided on and although you hadn't said it out loud, you both knew and at least Pedro hoped, that it was the next step, a very important one, in your relationship besides you moving in with him. To be responsible for another living being together was, if not a test, at least a way to see how well you could cooperate. And, if he could say so himself, you had been doing great so far.

“Good morning, darling. Here for morning kisses? Yes? Come up here.” your giggles were able to warm him more than the sunlight coming through the window “Ooooh someone really loves mommy, don't you?”

And then your words set his entire being alight. Or more specifically that one particular word.

“Well-” he stretched a bit, his arms finding your waist again to bring you closer and cuddle with you “Who doesn't love mommy in this house?” he couldn't help it as his smile turned into a lovestruck grin “Morning, mi amor.”

“Good morning, darling.” you pecked his lips “And don't worry, mommy loves daddy back, enough to make up for the rest of the world.”

As if reading his mind, you chose to look up from your book at him, smiling as you held his gaze for a good few seconds. So much love was evident, even in those few seconds, he could almost feel his own heart burst. Yet another reason for him to control his reactions from showing just how much on high on happiness and love he was. You shook your head, eyes wide as you heard Conan speak again, you playfully mouthed to him “Focus!”

As subtly as possible he tried to clear his throat and taking the mug of coffee that was beside his computer, he took a sip and decided to focus on it as much as he could. Until the subject changed, at least.

“...Wise man. I feel you, so don't worry I'll leave you to it.” if only he knew the big sigh of relief Pedro tried to hold back as Conan continued “It's the tactic I follow 99% of the time when I'm out with my wife, just smile and wave kind of thing. Alright-” he nodded his head in thought “Alright, well, let me ask you all something else. You keep saying in front of the cameras and talking about this small crossover, but I assume she must have been around for longer than that, yes?”

“Yes, yes she was there for at least a month, a month and a half I think. She was on vacation, after being done with filming, and she decided that before heading home that she'd come by and visit us. It was meant to be for a short period of time. She loved the place... the people, perhaps, how could I know for sure?” she shrugged not looking innocent in the least bit, earning a few laughs.

“Anyway-” she cleared her throat “And you see before she knew it, before we all did, one week turned into two turned into three and so on. It-” she chuckled “She was around on set and with us on all those beautiful locations we were in. And while we were all working and walking around with purpose and the need to finish this scene with so much pressure on- on our shoulders and she was just sitting around with a iced coffee or tea on her hand, sunglasses on and phone on the other hand looking she didn't have a single care in the world. It kind of made everyone a little bit jealous to be honest.”

“A little? Cause I sense that there's more than you're letting on, Gal. Come on, spill the tea.”

“Alright more than a little.” she laugh “I mean, it wasn't all the time, of course. Just the first couple days mostly but you can imagine how it was. It seemed like she did it on purpose sometimes.”

“Twistin' the knife even deeper, that's what she's best at. Oh I know!” Conan nodded his head “I'm actually afraid to invite her on the show because I fear how bad she'll roast me. Andy-” he laughed “Andy is the only one who has the most fun during those interviews.”

“I know right? Boy you tell me!” Gal exclaimed “That little shit. I adore her to no end but I really had the hardest of time when she was around. She just had to make comments on everything she could, especially when I was acting. I couldn't stop laughing sometimes, but nobody got mad at her. It was always my fault somehow!”

“I mean she's just so sweet, how could we be mad at her?” Patty added.

“She messed up so many of my scenes!” Gal pretended to be angry but her smile gave it away “But it's true, I couldn't even be mad at her. I don't get to see her that often, because of the work we both do, so I would give anything to have my sister with me like that every other chance I got. Even if I got all the blame for it, there's nothing I wouldn't do for her, you understand.”

“Aw that's- that's incredibly sweet, actually. It's- that's the exact opposite of me and my brother so no I can't really understand to be honest, but alright.” Conan laughed “Well, then, you really got your chance this time, right? You had the opportunity to spend all this time with her. When you were not working of course.”

“I...” Gal trailed off, her smile turning into a mischievous one but the rest of her expression trying to remain innocent, and failing at it because she truly wasn't even trying “Well, I would say yes. And I would agree with you. And I would even ramble about the wonderful two months I spent with my sister... If that had been the case. If I had really seen her for more than a week total, then yeah I would say that.”

“Wha- P-Pardon me?” Conan blinked in surprise “Didn't you j-just say your sister was with you on set for about two months? Or have I been in a parallel universe all this time and I just now came back to our reality?”

“Oh no it's very much our reality but I also did mean what I said. My sister was on set, and I did see her quiet often. But did I spend almost all of my free time with her? Did she spend hers with me? Nope. And that-” again with a far-from-innocent shrug “That is probably the only question I can answer. What she did? Did she have fun?... Who she was with? I wish I knew. What I know is I wasn't the one closest to her on set.”

“So you're telling me, (Y/n) was on set full of people she didn't really know, and you, her sister, barely spent any time with her? I'm gonna assume the rest of you didn't spend more time with her compared to Gal, right?” he asked and got nods from everyone, well, everyone who had their eyes on their screen and therefore looking at Conan, because there was still one that would avoid eye-contact even through the screen “Well, then, who was closest to her on set, if not you?”

“She, well-” Gal paused, smile all too sweet as she added “There could be someone...”

Said someone who couldn't even look up from his mug of coffee, as if it was the most interesting thing in the entire world, and didn't dare say a word for fearing of messing things up; even if his silence spoke volumes as it was. A silence which was... even more intense than before. Even more... real. Probably because it wasn't just in his head, probably because it wasn't just from his part.

Blinking several times, he slowly raised his head to look up from his mug and at the screen of his computer. Only to be met with the eyes of the rest of the group staring at... well, they were staring at the screen of their own computers but for some reason – a reason which he knew all too well – he felt like all eyes were suddenly on him. And they probably were. Because Gal was being nice about it but almost everyone had noticed how much time you had spent with Pedro during those almost two months. You had just met back then so they didn't imply anything back then but now... now they could just as well do so.

“I-” he laughed and he hated how nervous he sounded “Is it time to talk about my character?” he asked almost shyly, nearly praying on the inside that they would say yes and let him change the subject “Well, Max Lord is a guy who-”

“Are you trying to change the subject there, Pedro? One can wonder why.” Conan narrowed his eyes “Come on, don't be shy. Share your opinion here, or maybe your personal experience. Since I am assuming you do have one?”

“Yes, Pedro, why don't you share your opinion with us?” Gal raised an eyebrow, small smirk on her lips “You've been particularly interested in that drink the past couple minutes apparently.”

“I-” Pedro paused, before shaking his head with a laugh “This is going to be a long interview. I can tell.”

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