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misguidedswagger · 3 years ago

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Don't Even Think About It [Dodge Mason x Reader]

a/n: "could you do something where reader finds our riff/dodge is ticklish? thanks!"

requested by anon, enjoy!

p.s... got a little creative with this lmao. sorry if dodge seems a little out of character! i've never written for him before, but i established he and y/n's relationship pretty early on so there's more of an explanation as to why he is the way he is in this.

warnings: a certain hall being absolutely disgusting

w.c.: 1.5k

Hearing the familiar jingle of the door's bell caused Dodge to look up. He was initially wiping down the tables, but at the bell, he walked over behind the bar and grabbed a menu, still not making eye contact, "What can I get ya?"

"A kiss?" You smiled, causing him to finally look up at you. "Hey you.." The boy smiled, leaning down and catching your lips in a quick kiss. "Thought you were gonna be with Heather and Nat today? What happened there?" He questioned before placing the menu back under the bar, turning around and grabbing you your favorite drink.

"Ah, well, I didn't really wanna be with them if I'm being honest." Dodge chuckled softly and leaned forward on the bar as he looked at you with a small smile resting on his face. Your eyes raked over his body, falling down his arms and how the shirt hugged his torso. You had to turn away, the activities from last night rushing into your brain. Your face lit up in a blush and you hid your hand behind your palm, glancing toward the door.

Your boyfriend leaned forward and turned your face back to him, his hand guiding your chin gently. "That's as good a reason as any." He agreed, "But, hey, Y/n, I wanted to-"

Another tall man walked into the cafe and stole your boyfriend's attention. Dodge shot you an apologetic look before letting his face switch to a blank, unreadable, disinterested slate. He placed the menu in front of the customer, turning to walk back over to you when the customer spoke, "Oh that's alright, I don't need the menu, son. I know what I want."

One glance at you was all it took for you to realize that Dodge was already annoyed with this customer. You turned away and stifled your laughter, hiding your mouth in your palm once again. The taller of the two pulled out a notepad and jotted down everything the man ordered and with an almost completely silent sigh, Dodge nodded at the customer, " 'll be right out." He walked over to set the order up for preparation, his hand 'accidentally' grazing yours as he walked by, a smile on his face as his back turned to the customer.

You smiled back and grabbed his pinky before he was fully out of reach, "Baby?" You asked softly, causing him to look at you sweetly, "Hm?" You pursed your lips and spoke again, "Can I order a (your favorite food)? Pleaseee?" You asked, doing your best puppy eyes at him. The brunette rolled his eyes and smiled, nodding as he typed your order into the system. "I'll be right back with that, princess."

You sipped your drink and distracted yourself with something on your phone before you felt a suspicious and dark presence tower over you. You turned around and were met with a certain Luke Hall looming over you. You swallowed your anxiety and cleared your throat before speaking, "Something I can help you with?"

The elder Hall said nothing except stare directly at your chest. You felt extremely uncomfortable at this and silently prayed that your Dodge would come back and help you. "Hell..o?" You asked again, your word separating when you noticed he was getting much closer to you.

"You know what happens when you wear a shirt like that?" He asked, completely ignoring your questions. You swallowed hard and prepared yourself, having no idea where this conversation could go. "No?" You questioned. Before you could even process what was happening, your drink was thrown over you and your shirt instantly became see through.

A loud gasp left your mouth and you flew out of your seat, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Luke!" You practically yelled, looking down at your shirt, doing your best to remain modest. Your arms were crossed over your chest and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment as you watched Luke try to look at you through your arms.

In an instant, a hand was on your waist and pulled you back. "The fuck you think you're doing, man? You've gotta helluva a lotta nerve showing yourself around here." Dodge said steadily. You swallowed and hid your face in his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt as your peered around him, watching Luke.

You weren't scared, but you wanted comfort and to hide your top from anyone who could see. Although, you could feel how angry your boyfriend was, his back muscles were flexing and the rest of his body was very stiff and very tense. You tuned out most of the conversation, except for the end of it.

"You have about five seconds before I call the Cortez and tell him you're assaulting our customers." The ever present smirk that had been tugging on Luke's face had finally dropped at that statement and he backed off, "You're lucky that-" Luke began, before Dodge's jaw tightened,

"Four." With that, Luke backed out of the cafe and stormed away. As soon as he left the store, Dodge turned to you and escorted you to the back. Passing by his mom, he nodded towards the customer and she took his order to him. The two of you were left alone in the kitchen as he looked you over, "He hurt you?" He asked, his voice laced with concern. "I should've been there, I'm sorry darling, I-"

You shook your head and kissed him to silence him, his favorite way of you telling him to shut up. You broke the kiss before sighing quietly, "I'm okay, baby. But, can I ask you for a favor?" With a nod, Dodge's hand made its way to your cheek as he searched your eyes for any hint of what you needed, "Yeah, of course, baby. Tell me what you need. Anything for you." He said, a surge of protectiveness surging through him.

"Could I have your shirt? This one is starting to get sticky, and uh..." You gestured at yourself and he looked down, smirking at you. He opened his mouth to make a joke but you immediately shut him down, "Not the time, moron." You couldn't fight the smile that'd begun to spread on your face and he held his hands up defensively. "C'mon, can I just make one jo-"

You answered physically rather than verbally by tugging on the side of his shirt, causing Dodge to laugh pretty hard. You raised a brow, looking up at your boyfriend's face, "Why'd you laugh so hard? You usually don't-"

A thought hit you like a train as your hands darted to the same spot again, wiggling a bit. Dodge laughed again and backed up, pursing his lips. He looked at you and couldn't help smiling, your eyes were wide in delight and you had a shit eating grin on your face, "Is my Dodge Mason ticklish?" You asked deviously, giggling.

Dodge scoffed and shook his head, "What do you take me for? Of course I'm not ticklish!" He argued and crossed his arms, shooting you a look. You walked forward and wiggled your fingers again in the same spot ever so lightly, causing him to burst into laughter once more.

You laughed gleefully at his annoyed expression, "No fucking way!" He groaned and rubbed his temples with his right hand, "Shut the fuck up, babe." He tried really hard to stay annoyed at you but he just couldn't, being too happy at the fact that his ticklishness had made you so happy.

More laughter tumbled from your lips as he made a big show of being annoyed at you, "Tell me, Y/n, do you want my shirt or not?" You pulled at the bottom of the shirt before leaning up and pecking his lips, "Of course I do! Give it!" Dodge laughed softly and pulled it over his head, handing it to you.

As you slid your boyfriend's shirt over your head, Dodge walked to his bag and slid his spare shirt over his head before holding his hand out to you. You took his hand and he spun you once before dipping you and kissing you. "Ya look good in my shirt, baby." He smirked before setting you upright and walking out of the kitchen with his hands in his pocket.

He walked back to his spot behind the counter and stood across from you as you began to eat. He leaned against the back of the bar with his arms folded across his chest. When you finished your food, you wagged him over with your finger and he complied, giving you a peck on the forehead. You were grateful it was only you two in the cafe now, as it gave you the free will to basically do anything. And you did just that, your hands shot down to Dodge's sides once again in an attempt to tickle him, causing him to jump out of your reach.

"Oh, don't even think about it, Y/n."

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fireflykaizoku · 3 years ago

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Hey!! I'm obsessed with your soulmates swap aus, really i love them they're so good i can't even explain 😭

Could i ask you one with kid but no one can really see they exchanged bodies 'cause they are literally the same? Like y/n has the same character as kid so they seems literally the same as always and it's quite a problem.

Thank you if you do, have a nice day 💕

helloo anon my love! ❤ i'm so so glad you like them! i'm sorry i took long, by the way! but here it is, and i hope you like it! have a nice day ❤

— What are you looking at? — you snapped at someone at the bar. That person was looking at you for you don’t even know how long.

— (Y/N), calm down. It’s your birthday, don’t stress trying to fight again. — one of your friends asked, holding your arm. — Just leave it.

You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. It was easy for you to get irritated and start a fight, you had quite a temper, and honestly, you don’t know how your friends put up with you. The only reason why you didn’t get into more fights, it was because of them.

— I swear, your soulmate better be someone calm. — another friend giggled. — Imagine if they have that temper.

— It’d be a chaos. — you laughed, forgetting about the fight you almost started before. — But I guess the world couldn’t handle a couple like that. I hope they’re level headed.

It was late when you went back home, and you fell asleep right after, hoping you wouldn’t have a hangover the next morning.

Your peaceful slumber got interrupted with a loud bang on the door. Since when your roommate got so aggressive? You barely had time to open your eyes, and realize you were sitting on a chair, in front of a desk, in a room that wasn’t yours. It smelled like oil and metal. What an awful time to switch bodies with your soulmate.

You knew it’d happen eventually, but it wasn’t something you looked forward to, unlike your friends who acted as if it was such an event.

— Kid, the ship just docked. — someone said. — We’ll go get some supplies and head to a bar.

— Go away! — you screamed, still in shock while looking at that body which obviously wasn’t yours.

The man had scars on his chest and right arm, while apparently he didn’t have his left arm, replaced with a heavy mechanical one. You looked at the long coat over your shoulder, the vest and his pants and couldn’t help laughing at his fashion taste. How tacky.

— What a clown. — you whispered to yourself, still laughing. — Out of all people, this is my soulmate? How lucky…

You got up and headed to a bathroom, maybe when you washed your face and actually felt awake, you could find a solution to switch back and go home. Looking at the broken and dirty mirror, your soulmate was very attractive. He had red hair, no eyebrows, a scar on the left side of his face, and goggles. He’s someone you’d look at if you saw him at a bar.

— Now, how do I find him? — you asked yourself. — Well, if he’s in my body, I’ll call my house. I’m sure there’s a den den mushi here somewhere.

When you left the bathroom, you tried to find the transponder snail. It took a while, walking from room to room, but you finally spotted one in what seemed to be the captain’s bedroom. You started calling your house, hoping that your soulmate would answer.

— What?! — the man answered. — If you’re the person who is in my body, you better find a way to switch back.

— Look, I’m not happy with this situation either. I want to go back to my body, so what do we do now?

He sighed, obviously as annoyed as you were.

— I’m the captain of this ship, so you tell my crew to come here to your island so we can switch back. Don’t let people know what’s going on, I don’t want anyone to know about that. I have a damn reputation.

— Are you even that relevant? — you laughed.

— Watch it, just because you’re my soulmate it doesn’t mean you can talk to me like that.

You rolled your eyes, hanging up before replying. First, you went to the kitchen, feeling thirsty. Luckily they had some beer. You took one, and soon enough, you found one of the crew members that stayed on the ship. You demanded to go to your island quick.

— We need to go there. It’s important, and don’t ask any questions, I’ll be working on something or whatever.

You went back to Kid’s workshop, slamming the door behind you. Being in another body was annoying. You didn't know who this person was, you were far from home, and his mechanical arm was so heavy it was bothering you.

When a tall blonde man wearing a mask knocked on the door, opening it right after, you just told him to go away, threatening to throw something at him if he didn’t leave. After that, everyone left you alone.

The only time when anyone knocked on the door after that, was the next morning, when someone said they arrived at the destination.

Finally!

— I’ll be back soon. I don’t want neither of you following me around, got it? — you asked and the crew nodded.

You left the ship, going towards your house. And when the door opened you saw your figure, which was very weird.

— Took you long enough! — he said with a frown. — How do we switch back now?

— I should’ve know you don’t understand about soulmates. — you sighed. — We need to kiss.

— Is that all? — he seemed surprised, thinking it was too easy to be true. — Then let’s kiss now!

— It’s not a simple kiss, you fool. It’s a kiss when we’re in love, which it’s probably not going to happen, so we need to figure something out.

Kid yelled, complained, cussed, and finally accepted how things really were. You two tried to talk without bickering on each other, trying to think of another solution. And after a long discussion, with you yelling at him, both decided that you needed to stay with him on the Victoria Punk until you could switch back.

The crew kept whispering, curious about who was that small person that their Captain just brought to the ship. Maybe an affair? A new member or an ally? No one dared to ask him directly, though, especially since he was in a bad mood.

Kid still didn’t want the crew to know, even though Killer was smart enough and could probably help. You spent many times together at his workshop, seeing him work while you complained you were bored. At night, you two agreed that sleeping in his room would be the best. The red haired man let you keep the bed, saying he didn’t want his body to be sick or in pain, apparently. Whenever his mechanical arm got too heavy, he tried to ease the weight or help you take it off.

Eventually, you had longer conversations with him, seeing you two had a lot in common, surprisingly.

The showers were a little weird, especially during the first few times, when he kept saying your body was very hot, making you feel flustered for the first time in your life. But after a while, it just felt normal.

It has been almost a month since you two met. The ship had docked and everyone was at a bar. A man was flirting with you, or well, with Kid, while thinking it was you. Indeed, you used to draw attention from people when you went out, and you forgot about that until a man was approaching Eustass, complimenting his beautiful looks.

Feeling annoyed, and perhaps even a little jealous thinking that other men wanted you, he got up from his sit and pulled you into a kiss. Of course, the crew had their eyes open. Who knew the mysterious person Kid brought was that straightforward, and who knew their captain would let someone steal a kiss from him.

The kiss wasn’t romantic or cute. It was full of passion and desire, it was unexpected and possessive, as if he was saying “you’re mine”. He bit your lip, and it felt like he was claiming you. Honestly, it was a good feeling, as if you’ve been waiting, without even knowing, for him to make this first move.

You felt butterflies, something you’ve never felt before.

When you opened your eyes, you saw his figure towering over you, and a grin that wouldn’t leave his face so soon. He pulled you closer, making it clear that you were his. He didn’t even ask, but your answer would be “yes” anyway.

— I can’t believe we finally switched back. — he laughed, flexing his arm. — I missed my body.

The crew gasped.

— Switch back? — Heat asked. — Wait, you were in (Y/N)’s body this whole time? And (Y/N) was in your body?

— I must say, I’m surprised. I couldn’t notice any difference. — Killer said. — You two are very alike.

At first, you two seemed offended until realizing the masked man was actually right. You two has the same personality, and it wasn’t what you expected your soulmate to be. Someone peaceful and quiet would be fun, but someone who could raise a little hell with you could be even better.

— You’re annoying sometimes, but I want you to sail with me anyway. — he said gently lifting your chin with his index finger, still with his signature smirk on his face.

#eustass kid #kid x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #eustass kid x reader #one piece scenario

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mywonuderful · 4 years ago

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redamancy

Summary: You were preparing for an upcoming literacy exam but as much as your boyfriend tried to refrain himself, he had the sudden urge for your lips, but you weren’t much help being too clueless by his actions

Pairing: optional male bias (H/N) X female!reader

Genre: wholesome fluff

Warnings: cringing from my poorly written fluff due to my lack of experience LOL no srs tho

A/N: hello everyone! I’m back after a long period of inactivity. Academics has been keeping busy which explains my extended absence but with my semester coming to an end, I can hopefully get back into writing again! Here’s a request for the anon! This is inspired by the 2 assignments, 3 tests and 3 labs that I have upcoming hehe good luck to everyone who are preparing for exams!

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“You literally have a week to study for it.”

“That isn’t an excuse for me to slack off. You know how important this course is to me.” You opened your laptop and sat down on the couch, placing your feet on top of the coffee table. You saw your boyfriend in the corner of your eyes, taking a seat beside you. He was awfully quiet which made you glance up from your screen and was meet with his pouting face. “At least let me study for 1 hour .” You giggled as you pinched his soft cheeks.

“Ha ha, very funny. Your definition of 1 hour is more like a day. I’ve fallen for it too many times already. Don’t think you could fool me this time.” He groaned, rolling his eyes before an idea popped up in his head like a light blub lit up. You were focused on the screen, eyes narrowed as your hands endlessly pressed onto the keys of the keyboard. He quietly shifted over, his face leaning close to yours.

“You know that I’ve fallen for you way too many times to be counted too, right?” He whispered, a smile slowly appearing when you looked at him, head tilting back from his close approach.

“Mhmm. Isn’t that so. Could your head a bit, you’re blocking my screen.” You replied half-heartily, making your soulmate sit back on the couch, arms across over each other. He finally left you alone as he went on to do his own things, as you were able to focus in peace and quiet. Just then, he jumped on the couch, making your laptop falling out of you hands before you got a grip of it.

“Y/N! I think there’s something stuck on my lips! Could you get it off for me? I can’t see it but I can feel it.” You let out a sigh, and turned your attention to the you boyfriend who was sitting on the couch on his knees, pointing at his pouting lips. You narrowed your eyes, trying to spot the thing that was bothering your lover but he inched closer and close to your face, particularly your lips.

“Stop moving! How do you expect me to help you check when my eyes are crossed?” You held his face steady, and seriously took a look. “I don’t see-”

“No no! It’s there! I can feel it” He exaggerated. You grumbled and took at look again, but he kept moving his lips, wiggling it back and forth. “Well, I don’t see it. Now let me get back to studying.” You lightly pushed his forehead before placing the laptop back on your lap. He sat there, giving you the stare because of how oblivious you were at he fact that he wanted nothing but kisses from you. But then again, that only brought up more ideas for your playful boyfriend.

“Let’s play a quick game. It’ll only take like 5 minutes max. It’ll be like a short break for you.” He was glued to your side once again, as your tried to shake off his arm that was wrapped around yours while you where trying to type. In defeat, you place your laptop on the coffee table like earlier, waiting for the game he suggested. “Okay you have to guess the sentence while I act it out.” He have a childish yet devilish smile. You chuckled at his lovable actions before he started acting out the sentence. He pointed at you, then himself, then him hugging himself very aggressively and then pressed his lips together. You furrowed your brows, trying to hold in your laughter.

“Me... You.... Hugging?” You answered in a confused tone, not really catching on his actions. He tilted his head in thought be then nodded.

“Aw, you wanted me to hug you?” He was about to explain but was cut off when you pulled him into your embrace as you heard him muffle into your shoulder. “You could’ve just said so, love. I’m almost done right?” He opened his mouth before he saw you focused on your laptop screen, typing away as he sat there in defeat once again, feeling more annoyed by the fact that you couldn’t take a hint. He stared at your working figure for a solid couple of minutes before your laptop fell off your lap, onto the couch as H/N has his hands on either side of your cheeks, his eyes staring into your enlarged pupils from his sudden movements.

“Yeesh?” You manage to say from having your cheeks squished. H/N was looked directly into your eyes before they slowly trailed down to your lips, as he bit his own. “H/N...?”

“After all this time...” He spoke in a soft yet serious tone. “You just can’t seem to figure it out, can’t you?” You blinked a couple of times. You felt his face inching closer to yours, but you couldn’t tell if he actually was or was your blinking making you hallucinate when your ringtone broke the silence between the two of you as you pushed hands away and leaned towards the coffee table to answer your call.

“Hello?” one of your friends called in need of your help on the upcoming exam. In the corner of your eyes, you saw your boyfriend stand up from the couch before storming into the bedroom as you watched in confusion, not giving much thought as you started explaining to your friend one of the lectures. After the call, you got to finish up with your study session and closed your laptop, letting out a long heavy sigh. You stretched your arms over your head, glancing over at the couch where your boyfriend would normally be found, scrolling through his phone or playing video games. You found the seat beside empty, as you sudden sensed loneliness. Standing up, you make your way to your shared bedroom. As you opened the door, H/N lifted his head at your appearance before he turned his body to face the window, covering his body with the blanket, letting out a rather loud sigh. You stood at the entrance of your bedroom, confused before softly chuckling at yourself and made your way to the opposite of the bed, crawling on it. You tried lifting the blanket that was covering your boyfriend’s handsome face when he tugged on it. You sat on your knees, confused on his behavior.

“You alright there?” You questioned as you heard a mumbled “hmmph” from under the blankets. “Hey, I didn’t go over the time I promised you, I don’t understand why you’re ma-”

“YOU’RE SO CLUELESS” he yelled from under the covers, making you stop at your words. “You can’t even take a hint.” He spoke at a lower tone.

“Hey, hey, whatever it is that I did, let’s talk it out okay?” You nudged his shoulder and attempted to lift the blanket to see your pouted boyfriend with crossed arms, lying under the covers as you covered your mouth from bursting into laughter on how adorable he looked. “Okay love, what did I do wrong?” Scooting closer to him, he glanced at you before letting out a whine throwing his arms in the arm in frustration.

“Seriously Y/N? You can’t even notice?” He sat up, eyes narrowed at yours as you shook your head, not understanding his words. “Was it not clear?”

“What isn’t clear?” You slowly asked as he rolled his, turning his back against you as he sat facing the window. “I don’t get-”

“I just want you to kiss my lips!” He confessed in a groaned manner as you tried to make sense of the whole situation. A smile creeped on your face from his cute attitude. You got off the bed and walked over to the side were he was sitting with his eyes closed and pouted lips. Smiling, you hugged him, making the two of you fall onto the bed as his back hits the mattress with you hovering over him.

“I’m sorry baby. I didn’t notice.” He brushed out the hairs that was covering his eyes as you smiled softly at him. You could see his lips curving up into a smile before he frowned.

“Of course you didn’t notice. You’re always busy studying you don’t even pay attention to me. Not even all the signs I’ve sent.” You let out a silent ‘aw’ as your boyfriend rambled on how you were too focused on your studies.

“How about I teach you a new word? I think you’ll like the meaning of this. I promise.” His eyebrow raised in anticipation. “It’s called redamancy.” you spoke, eyes glancing down at his lips.

“What does that mean?” you eyes travelled back up, locking eyes with his

“The act of loving in return.” smiles were formed on both of your faces as you leaned down to kiss his nose, a cheeky smile plastered on your lover’s face.

“How about I show you?” You chuckled before getting kisses on his lips and ticklish kisses all over him, as the room with filled with laughter, shrieks and love.

#optional bias #optional bias fluff #optional bias scenarios #optional bias fanfic #optional bias kpop #optional bias au #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic

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chloe-skywalker · 4 years ago

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Not Again - Emma Swan’s Daughter

Emma x daughter reader

Regina x Adopted daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,290

Requested: Hi, Could you write an imagine where the reader is the daughter of Emma (henrys older sister) and she comes home after a date with Ryan (her boyfriend) and her grandparents, Moms, Killian and Robin tease her ~ Anon

Authors Note: Thank You for requesting also I completely agree when they talk about the “Word of endearment”.

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“I had so much fun tonight.” Y/n spoke with a big smile on her face as she turned to face her boyfriend.

“Me too, Love.” he smiled back as they came to a stop in front of the Swan Family loft.

“I love that.” she smirked up at him, biting her lip.

“Love what?” Ryan asked reaching out his hands to hold her waist.

Y/n smiled up at him as she walked into his reach. When you use the petnames: Love, Darling or Darlin.”

“That’s what you’re supposed to use where I come from. For endearment.” he winked playfully, even though every word he spoke was completely true.

Y/n nodded, acknowledging that she does know and understands. But to her, it’s still nice to hear the terms of endearment. “I know, but people don’t anymore.”

“Which is just not right.” Ryan shook his head with a scoff. It’s not right how most men treat women in this world.

“I agree” she grinned, agreeing full-heartedly. Men think women should do all the work now or once they get the girl they can just stop being sweet. Cause they figure the hard works done and it’s not, cause now they should try harder to keep her.

Ryan let out a sigh, it was time for them to part ways for the night. “Well, this is your stop.”

“Ah, yes. Where the embarrassment will in sue.” Y/n scoffed looking to her building that holds home.

“They still give you a hard time?” he asked smiling in amusement.

“Yes! It never stops! We’ve been dating for almost 2 years now.” Y/n exclaimed, clearly annoyed with the long treatment of teasing from her loved ones.

“They just want to tease you, Love.” Ryan tryed to reassure her and calm her annoyance.

She let out a sigh of frustration. “It’s annoying and frustrating.”

“Once Harry starts dating they’ll tease him and not you.”

Y/n let out a laugh. “Hopefully… Well, it seems everyone’s here tonight.”

Y/n hoped he was right. That soon Henery would find a nice girl to date and he would be the one getting teased.

“I love you, Darling.” Ryan spoke softly as he brushed her hair back.

“I love you too. See you tomorrow.” Y/n smiled at him as she gave him a goodbye kiss.

“See you tomorrow. Be brave, Love.” he winked at her, pulling away from the kiss before they took even more time. Ryan didn’t want her to be late and miss curfew. Again.

With that Y/n headed on up the stairs towards the loft. Once she got to the door, getting her key out she could hear that everyone was in there. Letting out a sigh and taking a deep breath before entering. “Well, look who’s back Lass.” Killian greeted with an amused smug look. BUt between the two of them, Y/n knows it’s all in a joking manner, the teasing she gets from him. So when Y/n rolled her eyes looking directly at him as she did, Killian let out a laugh at the girl’s actions. It’s all fun and games between the pirate and his surgery daughter.

“Soooooo, how was it?” Snow asked once Y/n had closed the door.

Regina rolled her eyes at how fast the question left Snow’s mouth. “Why not let her get through the door first. Before you start with all the questions.”

Emma sighed at the argument that could break out. “Regina.”

“What? I’m right.” Regina shrugged her shoulders. She wanted to know as well, considering she was Y/n’s mother for so much of her life. Before Henery found Emma, his and Y/n’s bio mom.

“Yeah, but-” Emma started, leaning back against the counter with her arms crossed loosely.

“She just means you could have said it in a nicer tone.” Robin cut in. Trying his best to defuse the situation at hand.

Regina snapped her towards the archer in the room.”Who’s side are you on?”

Robin tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. “Well-”

“Not again….OK, GUYS! Really?” she exclaimed loudly. All Y/n could think was ‘when will this stop.” but with who her family is made up of that’s a question not worth asking. “Mom?”

“Sorry.” Regina apologized with a tight voice to her daughter, well adopted but you know.

“So Lass, how was the date?” Killian asked trying to ease the conversation back to the topic at hand. Or well hook.

“Yes, details.” Snow snapped her head towards her granddaughter again.

“Oh boy” David sighed leaning back in the dinner tables chair, with his arm around Snow’s shoulders.

Y/n let out a sigh and gave them a nod with a little smile. “It was good.”

Snow scoffed in shook her head that - that seemed to be all she was willing to give them “Come on Sweetheart.”

Y/n shook her head ‘no’. “No. When I give you all more you get crazy about it. You all tease. Well besides Killian and Robin. Thank you by the way. So it was a good date and I enjoyed myself is all you people get.”

“Aw come on Y/n/n.” Snow whined wanting to be able to gossip about this kind of thing with her granddaughter. Since she never got to do it with her own daughter.

“No” she continued to shake her head walking over to where her younger brother sat at the breakfast bar.

“Did you guys kiss? I bet they kissed.” David teased looking between everyone teasingly.

“Oh, many times.” Henry nodded in agreement, trying not to laugh. He always took the chance to tease his sister.

“Hey!” Y/n smacked Henery upside the head.

“Was he sweet? I bet he was sweet.” Snow asked in a dreamy tone. She really likes Ryan and the way he treats Y/n.

“Is he still treating you right?” Emma asked adding into the conversation.

“You mean is he not trying to force her into anything.” Regina pinched the bridge of her nose at Emma’s question. Even though she did wonder the same.

“If he does I’ll hunt him down.” Robin stated in a protective manner.

“I’ll join.” David nodded agreeing with the archer.

“Aye, me too. Though I vote to kill the young lad if he tries anything.” Killian joined in as well, raising his hook in the air.

“I’d be able to get behind that.” Everyone looked to the 3 men in shock. Well besides Y/n. She’s always noticed how protective the 3 of them are towards her.

“I’d be in as well for that plan.” Robin added

“Guys!” Y/n yelled, getting everyone’s attention. She took a deep breath before continuing. “Look, he was a perfect gentleman. Like always. Yes, we kissed, we are in a relationship. Have been for close to 2 years now. There’s never ever- been any pressure going on. He’s not like that, you all should know that by now.” Y/n smiled, looking at all of her family. “Thank you all for worrying and caring so much about me. Thank you for asking and wondering how it went and if things are ok between me and Ryan. Thank you Grandpa, Killian, and Robin for being protective and occasionally overprotective. But now if you excuse me I want to go shower and go to bed.” With that, she gave them all a nod and started to head up the stairs to bed.

“Night, Lass.” Killian moved a hand with a smile.

“Yeah, night.” Emma spoke with a smile as well.

“Night sweetheart.” Regina added also. Everyone gave a slight nod and a ‘night’, as Y/n made it all the way up the stairs.

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feliix · 4 years ago

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Icing ✦ JJK (18+)

✦ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ✦ Word count: 2.5k ✦ Rating: M

✦ Genre: smut, fluff, crack (if you think I’m funny)

✦ Summary: Baking with your boyfriend sounds like a good idea until he makes a mess and then gets a boner. You know where it goes from there.

✦ Warnings: explicit smut, fingering, pussy slapping, spanking, cum play, unprotected sex, established relationship

✦ Requested by @luxekook: “TAKE TWO: KOOK + COCKTAIL W/ SOME HOT CHOCOLATE BC HE FLUFFY AF” & This Anon: “I had an idea! Jk and reader are attempting to bake. Including a flour fight, playful arguing, and batter tasting and it’s really cutesy 🥺 but could turn 👀”

✦ A/N: I got a little carried away and this may no longer be a drabble anymore oopsies! I am still accepting drabble requests based on these guidelines!! Thank you to @jintobean and @bangtiddies for giving me the hype to post this because I needed it, ily both ♥︎ (also this is not fully edited so sorry)

✦ Written for the Drinks and Drabbles game hosted by @bangtan-dreamland and BHQ

“Jungkook stop you’re making a mess!”

A cloud of flour coats the air as Jungkook attempts to send a cup through the sifter. His sifting motion is a little too intense, the powder ending up all over your kitchen counter instead of in the bowl like the recipe called for.

“This is why I don’t bake,” he laughs, placing his hand down on the counter top to coat it with the white powder. By the devilish look in his eye you knew exactly what was coming next.

“Jungkook please don’t,” you say calmly as your arms raise in surrender, trying all methods to call a truce. Taking a few steps backward, you do your best to get away from the flour-handed boy, but to your demise your back meets the cold metal of the refrigerator. Jungkook approaches closer, hands stretched outwards as you turn your head, attempting to shield yourself. Before he gets too close you take a deep breath, holding your inhale as your eyes slam shut – like that would even prevent you from the disaster that was on the verge of occurring.

All the muscles in your body tighten as you felt his presence directly in front of you, his breath beating down the side of your neck. When nothing happens you slowly release your pent up breath, cracking your eyes open to see what Jungkook was actually up to.

Finally relaxing your thoughts, you see him standing straight in front of you, hands by his sides and eyes staring down at your smaller figure. A furrowed brow forms on your face as you begin opening your mouth, ready to question his intentions. Much to your dismay, Jungkook had other plans.

With the excessive amount of flour coating his hands, Jungkook brings them up level with your face. Time slows as you watch his hands move closer and closer to each other. Preparing yourself for the worst, you suck in as much precious air as you can. And then it hits you.

A while cloud of flour floats through the air, coating your face, clothing, and the insides of your mouth. The devilish smirk on his face returned before he was turning around, sprinting in the opposite direction of the house knowing he was about to get it.

“You’re such a dick!” You yell, chasing after him through the living room and to the bedroom where he had run into. Legs no match for Jungkook’s quick movements, he scoots past you and darts into the connected bathroom, slamming the door behind him and hiding from you like a little kid. “Open the door!” Your warning holds no value, not exactly sure what you’re going to do once you actually face him; but you sure are amped up enough to try and beat his ass. Although, you knew damn well how that would end.

“I don’t think so,” he taunts back, out of breath and wheezing from how many obstacles he encountered on his way to the bathroom to escape your wrath. A grin was spread wide across his face as he listened to you huff and puff on the other side of the door. There was nothing better than pissing you off – you were really cute when you were mad.

“Jungkook! I swear to god open this door right now!” You nearly yell, pounding your fist on the door in hopes it would finally make him open up. Shuffling ensues behind the door and you can hear him getting ready to face you, slightly worried at the extent of your wrath.

As the door swings open he meets his flour faced girlfriend, covered from head to toe in white powder. He can’t help but burst out laughing at your appearance, standing cross armed in the doorway as you look at him with a solemn expression. It was adorable.

“It's not funny! I’m a mess and the kitchen’s a disaster,” you try to remain serious, but it's too hard to hold back from joining in on this gigglefest. You clutch your stomach as laughter racks your body, hindering your ability to stand up straight.

After the laughter finally subsides Jungkook sits you down on the side of the tub, wetting a washcloth to use to wipe the flour residue off your face. Cheeks sore and stomach aching from all the giggles, Jungkook’s sweet gestures were the icing on the unfinished cake. The way his eyes were so concentrated on making sure each dot of flour was carefully removed kept you in awe. How could someone be such a brat 5 minutes ago now handle you with such care? He was really a keeper.

“There,” he says as he places the damped rag down on the side of the tub, standing back up and extending a hand out to you. Standing up in front of him he gives you a bunny-like smile, admiring your newly clean features, “Beautiful.” Blushing at his comment, you pick your head up to meet his eyes, only to be stopped dead in your tracks mid-way.

“Why are you hard? I'm literally covered in flour,” you question, reaching out in front of you to grab at your boyfriends dick teasingly. Jungkook flinches mildly in response, jumping back a little bit to escape your touch. Things between you and Jungkook were pretty open, neither of you were ever shy about calling each other out for being horny fucks, and neither of you were embarrassed about it either.

“I’m always hard when I’m around you,” he smirks devilishly as he wiggles his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

“You’re gross!” You roll your eyes, standing up to swat at him as he crosses his arms in defense. You both knew where things were headed from here. It didn't need to be some grand gesture or passionate kiss to turn either of you on, just a random boner and a little bit of excitement and you were good to go.

“So… are we gonna have sex now or what?” He asks, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body into his. A joking scoff leaves your throat as you lean into him, your ear meeting his chest as he kisses the top of your head sweetly.

With a crook of your head you were turning on your heels to face the door, walking into your bedroom with ease. Jungkook follows behind you as you take your spot on the bed, sitting by the edge as he leans over you.

His hand grazes your thigh as you sit on the bed, him gently pushing you back into a lying position while his body moves over yours. His chocolate eyes focus on each of your features as he hovers over you, amazed by your beauty and wondering how he got so lucky. Placed under him you waited for him to make a move, so badly wanting to just wrap your hand around the back of his neck and push his lips to yours.

Time seemed to tick by slower and slower as his lips finally began approaching yours; your eyes staring down as his lips as his tongue ran over them gently. When his mouth finally meets yours all is good in the world. Electricity flows through your body each time he kisses you, the spark between you never dying. His soft lips caressed your own so gently, taking his time to make each movement count. Each light exhale from his nose warming your cheek and sending goosebumps to litter your skin.

He deepens the kiss as his hand wraps around the backside of your neck. His thumb moves in small motions along your ear as he holds your head delicately in his hand. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to notice your eyes were begging him for more. The small movements and shifts in his body language could tell you that he was lusting for more too.

In a swift movement Jungkook breaks the kiss, leaving your chest heaving from your desire-filled kiss. The demeanor in Jungkook’s eyes quickly shifts. What once was lust filled and dark transforms to something more fiery, his eyes narrowing and his lips curling upwards as he leans in towards your ear. “I’m gonna ice you like that cake we were supposed to make.”

Jaw dropping at his unusual choice of dirty talk, you lick your lips trying to come up with an equally playful response. He withdraws his head back to look at the dazed expression on your face, “Will you just shut up and put your dick in me already?”

“Can do,” He says as his fingers hook on the sides of your shorts and into your underwear, immediately ripping them down your legs with one swift motion. He grins to himself at your exposed lower half placed perfectly beneath him. His eyes wander your body in admiration, the cockiest look plastered across his face.

Standing up, he grabs the collar of his shirt before he rips the fabric over his head and wiggles out of his dark jeans, kicking them off to the side. While he’s busy undressing himself you take it into your own hands to rid yourself of your own sweatshirt. You lift the fabric over your head and carelessly throw the garment off the bed.

“No bra today?” His eyebrows raise in your direction, his dick being swept up with a firm hand, “Sweet.”

“Can you stop acting like a horny 16 year old boy for like 20 minutes,” you sigh, secretly amused with this fuck boy persona he likes to sport. He does look unbelievably hot with that smug look on his face though…

“I’ll act like a horny 23 year old, just for you,” he smirks to himself at the banter, walking back over to you as he pumps his cock in his hand a few times. Can’t help but rolling your eyes at him again, you let out a mockingly annoyed sigh.. As annoyed as you wanted to be, his little act was too cute for you to hold back small giggles from escaping your tightly sealed lips.

Reaching out in front of you, you grab onto his wrists, pulling him in closer. Jungkook’s hand remains wrapped around his dick, pumping it slowly to full erection as he gazes down at you, “Spread ‘em.”

You follow his orders, placing a hand on each knee and opening your legs to display your damp cunt to him. With his free hand he reaches down, dragging his middle and index finger along your slit; your eyes following the slow motion of his hand. Once he reaches the end he finishes with a playful slap to your clit. Wincing in reaction, you look up at him with needy eyes – you wanted more.

His hands grab a hold of your hips, flipping you over so that you're laying with your chest placed to the mattress, legs dangling off the bed. A hand is brought up to Jungkook’s mouth, coating his digits with a layer of saliva before bringing it back down to your pussy. His fingers trace your entrance as arousal begins to spill from your hole. Your arousal is collected by his fingertips, using it as lubricant to circle around your clit before dipping a finger into your cunt.

Your ass automatically moves back into his hand, begging him to give you more. Jungkook takes your hint as his fingers slip past your entrance to caress your walls. Tightening around his digits, you feel a fire begin to burn in your belly as his fingers pump in and out of you. It was so soon and too sudden, and Jungkook had every intention of holding you off until he could be inside you.

Walls clench around nothing as he withdrawals his fingers from your cunt, leaving you whining in response. His hand is quick to line himself up with your entrance, pushing into you ruggedly as your body tenses up. He gives you a second to relax as your body adjusts to his size, your walls stretching deliciously as you accommodate his length.

With your fists grasping for the sheets Jungkook begins thrusting his hips slowly – lining the tip at your entrance and then plunging back into you again. His hands roam down the curve of your back, landing at the swell of your ass. He gives it a light squeeze followed by a playful spank; not hard enough to hurt but just enough to make you clench down around him.

You both fall silent as the sounds slapping from his balls against your pussy fill the room. Breath is sucked out of you at one hard thrust in particular; stars forming at the back of your eyes and your mouth salivating at the ever increasing pleasure bestowing upon you.

Growing needy for release you buck your hips back at him, meeting his thrusts and sending Jungkook deeper inside of you. A loud moan escapes Jungkook’s lips as he feels the tip of his dick press against a more sensitive area, your walls gripping around him harder and sucking him in.

“I’m close,” you manage to exhale out between moans. Jungkook’s fingers dig deeper into your sides as you grind your ass back on him, arching your back as far as you could to feel every inch of him. A choked whine falls from your mouth as Jungkook’s fingers meet your clit. Rolling the bud between his fingertips sends you into a full blown frenzy; chasing your much needed high as his hips drive harshly into your ass.

The coil in your lower abdomen snaps, eyes closing so harshly that teardrops squeeze through the corners of your eyelids and leak down the sides of your face. Cries of pleasure fill the room as your release finally arrives. Jungkook’s thrusts persist through your orgasm, not failing to chase his own pleasure after he meets your own. Legs left shaking and so fucked out you’re basically rendered immobile, all you can offer is the tightening spasms your pussy. Milking Jungkook for everything he’s worth is your top priority.

After just a few more sharp snaps of his hips, Jungkook’s thrusts became more slow and heavy. Against your internal wishes, Jungkook decided to pull out of you, leaving your feeling empty at the loss of contact. Before you had time to even ask why, white hot spurts of cum were landing on the supple skin of your ass. Left breathless on the bed, Jungkook smears his cum across your asscheek, keeping his word and icing you like a cupcake. You were too fucked out and drained from your orgasm to complain, not that you would even want to if you could.

The weight of Jungkook’s body presses down into the mattress next to you as he lets out an exhausted grunt. Turning your head to the other side, you meet his goofy post-sex grin, still cocky as can be.

“I think you have a little bit of flour in your hair,” his smile grows as he reaches over to ruffle the hair on your head.

“Remind me to never ask you to bake with me again.”

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quidfree · 3 years ago

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prompts,.,, fem tdbk and a date gone very wrong ? ❤️

ohhhh my god anon. pump this shit directly into my veins i love this whole premise let’s go. also all inspired by whatever the fuck horikoshi was doing in this

just so everyone is on the same page here, it is not a fucking date.

it’s lunch. a singular lunch. people do that shit all the time. even katsuki does lunch, sometimes. she went to that semi-shitty diner place with kirishima that one time when the food hall was shut because some dumbass first year exploded into goo or whatever. and todoroki does lunch, too- her and deku were on some shitty lunch date like a week ago, as evidenced by deku’s even shittier selfie of them having a grand old time doing whatever the fuck they do alone.

fuck, not a shitty lunch date. a shitty lunch. whatever.

the point is lunch is a normal non-date thing people do, and the fact katsuki and todoroki are maybe not the usual suspects for it is just circumstantial. it’s not like they planned it ahead of time, or made some big thing about it. they literally arranged for it in public, so obviously todoroki didn’t think there was anything weird about it. and there isn’t! they’re both going to be in tokyo on the same day, and todoroki’s always happy for any excuse to spend less time with her old man, and katsuki sure as fuck wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to avoid her hag of a birth-giver for a few blissful hours, so when todoroki had very nonchalantly gone ‘oh, bakugou, we could do lunch then”, it wasn’t like she had any real reason to tell her to go fuck herself. like, yeah, maybe a year ago, on principle, she would have, but even katsuki can only take so much trauma-bonding before she resigns herself to the reality that she’s stuck with half ‘n half for life, one way or another, and she may as well suck it up and approach civility because said moron is determined to ignore her open malice until she plays along anyways. they’re... you know, whatever. friends. or something. jesus.

the point being that it’s not a date, and the fact that she’s getting increasingly annoyed at her limited wardrobe is just because she would have packed more shit if the crone hadn’t insisted that they ‘pack light’ so they could get cheaper train tickets for less luggage. it’s just annoying that she can’t wear anything that’s not screaming holiday.

it occurs to her as she sits and scowls at her suitcase that her mother has been watching her from the doorframe for some undetermined amount of time, which is criminal mainly because she’s a goddamn hero-to-be and getting snuck up on by anyone is a blight upon her good name. she tries to disguise the ego damage dealt by glowering murderously in her progenitor’s direction.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“you know,” the she-devil says, cocking a hip, “if you want to borrow something nicer...”

“i wouldn’t be caught dead in your shitty clothes!” katsuki snarls, which prompts the witch to immediately scowl back.

“watch your damn mouth!”

“watch your waistline! no way in hell are we the same size!”

“why you little-”

the interruption at least reminds her that she is obsessing over her clothes ahead of meeting todoroki for lunch, which is so humiliating it kickstarts her brain again long enough to grab some normal shit and get the hell out of there.

on the walk she checks her phone again. the previous day she’d had to bite the bullet and make the first move, todoroki’s infamously terrible communication skills making themselves known once more, and their ensuing conversation had been so mortifying she’d nearly cancelled all-together.

to: Half ‘n half

Yo asshole are we still meeting tomorrow or what

I’m busy as shit

from: Half ‘n half

Yes. TS

to: Half ‘n half

What the fuck is TS

from: Half ‘n half

I was signing off.

to: Half ‘n half

SIGNING OFF ON YOUR OWN TEXT

YOU THINK I DONT KNOW YOUR DAMN NAME

from: Half ‘n half

[Pin attached]

Does here at 12.30 work for you?

to: Half ‘n half

Yeah whatever

Don’t be late

And don’t think I’m forgetting the fucking signing off thing

from: Half ‘n half

Glad you can make time for mockery in your busy as shit schedule.

the venue looks like some rich person shit, which she semi-expected, but it means a lot of people give her weird looks as she makes her way inside, probably on account of the shorts and t-shirt she’s wearing if not her general vibe. some old woman actually drags her purse to her, which makes katsuki sorely tempted to bare her teeth and maybe hiss for effect, though she settles for scowling and shoving her hands in her pockets. it’s 12.27, because she wasn’t going to be late but being any earlier would have given off some dubious impression that she’s eager to see todoroki, except now she kind of wishes she’d just come for 12.30 because if there’s some reservation bullshit she gets the feeling she’s going to start fighting with the waiting staff, and then-

“bakugou,” todoroki calls, from inside, raising a hand with unnecessary formality. “you made it.”

“course i made it,” katsuki grunts, absolutely not relieved as she by-passes the suspicious looking waiter to join her outside. “think i can’t ride the damn underground by myself?”

todoroki is wearing jeans cuffed at the ankles and a white t-shirt on top of which she’s thrown on an open button-up with the sleeves rolled up, and she looks casual and normal and incidentally kind of like they dressed to match, but the important part is that she doesn’t look dressed up at all, so katsuki was totally right about the non-date situation, and also isn’t the only one totally underdressed for the shitty venue.

“you look nice,” todoroki says then, completely shattering katsuki’s brief moment of reprieve. “i’ve never seen so much color on you.”

katsuki almost chokes on her own tongue, but the worst part is that the asshole seems completely nonchalant about the weird as shit observation, focused on her stool as she takes a seat on the balcony. which- what the actual fuck? since when does todoroki issue compliments unprompted- of the non-professional variety, at that? and what the fuck does she expect katsuki to say now- return the compliment? say thanks? is this whole thing some kind of exercise in psychological torture?

well, fuck it. she can’t look like a little bitch just because todoroki said something inanely positive. two can play that game.

“yeah. you look half decent yourself. did you hire someone to dress you for the occasion?”

todoroki blinks up at her in surprise, which is totally a win and would make her more smug if she could stop feeling so weird and prickly all over. for a dangerous moment todoroki seems on the verge of blushing, but miraculously the world rights itself and the usual deadpan persists, one brow quirking up in completely feigned ineptitude.

“there was a compliment somewhere in there, so thank you, i think. i thought we were past this vendetta.”

“we’ll be past this vendetta the day you burn your piece of shit hero suit,” katsuki retorts, back on familiar ground, and relaxes long enough to squint down at the menu.

this turns out to be a mistake.

“the fuck? is this whole thing in french?”

“oh,” todoroki says, after a beat. “that makes sense. i thought my english had deteriorated.”

“are you- you didn’t know? you recommended the place!”

“it was the nearest place to our hotel,” todoroki defends, now having the decency of looking slightly put out. “coq can’t mean what i think it means, can it?”

“that’s chicken, asshole,” katsuki hisses, flinging the menu down. “great, now we’re going to have to flag down one of the shithead waiters and ask for a japanese menu. excuse me! hey! yeah, i’m talking to- what the hell, did he just blow me off? hey, jackass! you with the shitty mustache!”

“sorry about that,” todoroki interjects, when mustache asshole turns an offended stare their way. “do you have the japanese menu?”

“we only serve the food in its authentic form,” mustachioed asshole says, with frigid self-satisfaction. “might i suggest google translate?”

“might i suggest my foot up your ass, you shitty-”

“that’s fine,” todoroki says, in a flat tone that implies otherwise. “we’ll make do.”

the waiter sniffs pretentiously as katsuki thinks about all the ways she could beat his ass into next tuesday, running an aggravated hand through her hair when the wind rustles it into her face. she’d half expect todoroki to suggest they fuck off elsewhere, but when she looks back her way she finds an ill-boding gleam of determination in her eyes despite the impassive set to her face, and it’s a testament to how fucked in the head ua has made katsuki that she feels a sort of sick thrill of recognition at the sight. todoroki’s in stubborn bitch mode.

“i’ll have this,” todoroki says, sure enough, pointing to the most expensive item on the menu. “and also this. and one of those.”

the waiter’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull, and todoroki looks unfazed in katsuki’s direction, tapping pointedly at a sleek black and red credit card in her wallet. “bakugou?”

well, if endeavour’s paying....

“sure,” katsuki says, slowly, and then turns her meanest smile the waiter’s way. “i want the frog legs.”

mustache clears his throat, attempts condescension. “we don’t serve that here.”

“you’re a gastronomique restaurant,” katsuki says very loudly, as other clients turn to stare, “and you don’t have fucking frog legs? is this a joke? does this napkin say authentic french cuisine or am i hallucinating?”

“i can ask the chef,” the waiter demurs, casting a nervous glance at the muttering snobs nearby, and attempts an ingratiating smile. “anything else for you, mademoiselle?”

“what did you just call me?”

once the ordering debacle is over, todoroki slants katsuki what may well be an apologetic glance, vaguely contrite frown sitting pretty atop her usual dead-eyed stare.

“i probably should have read up on the place ahead of time.”

katsuki is well within her rights to chew her head off, she thinks, but food’s on the way and she got to yell at the asshole who gave her the once-over when she came in, so she’s feeling forgiving, even in the face of todoroki’s annoyingly doll-faced apology. the bitch really has to do the bare minimum and she looks like a fucking kpop idol.

“yeah, whatever. i always knew you were a shitty ops planner.”

todoroki, who is an asshole, looks relieved at her generous forgiveness for all of a second before she quirks a brow. “between the two of us, i only count one person who has actually spoken the words ‘shoot first, ask questions later’.”

“that was in a training simulation,” katsuki protests, outraged. “and you know damn well the actors were annoying as shit!”

“i did find them slightly too committed to the role,” todoroki concedes neutrally, which totally means she agrees with katsuki 100% and is being precious about it. katsuki scoffs.

“least the view’s decent.”

“the-“ todoroki starts, in weirdly confused tones, until she follows katsuki’s gaze outward and nods in understanding. “oh, the skyline. yes.”

what else katsuki could have meant she doesn’t fucking know: they’re sitting pretty in the middle of tokyo. the only thing the hellhole of a restaurant has going for it at this point is the cityscape.

todoroki stares out into the distance for a good long moment, and with the breeze her negligently loose hair whips this way and that, red and white blur where the two halves mingle. instinctively katsuki itches to braid it flat so it doesn’t tangle. if todoroki asked her she’d tell her to just cut her damn hair into a bob or something- it’s not like icyhot has any attachment to her princess hair, and she’s got the obnoxious bone structure to pull off any length. not that she’d mention this last part. or that she’s given it much thought. it’s just fucking obvious.

if todoroki could keep her mouth shut throughout the rest of the meal, it could be sort of nice. tokyo skyline, and companionable silence, and presumably edible food. worse ways to kill some time, and way less incriminating than anything that may be said otherwise.

“i think this is the part where we make small talk,” todoroki says instead, sadist that she definitely is, as katsuki grimaces feelingly her way.

“no, we don’t.”

“well, we don’t. but this is the part where we should.”

“i don’t even believe you can last a minute of small talk, icyhot.”

todoroki looks pensive, mismatched eyes thoughtful. “...how has your day been?”

“uneventful,” katsuki says, combative, and eyes her watch. todoroki does not give.

“this place seems nice.”

“you don’t even think that.”

“how have you been finding tokyo?”

“noisy.”

“the weather seems-”

“no.”

“you look nice.”

“you said that already, dumbass,” katsuki grunts, palms crackling with sweat, and does not at all read into the way todoroki makes a stupid little movement with her mouth that could ungenerously be interpreted as a pout.

“well, i meant it, so i’m saying it twice.”

“give it up, half ‘n half, just ask me about training.”

“...how is your training?”

“i did this thing yesterday,” katsuki starts, leaning back in her chair, and from then launches into a very technical and barely exaggerated retelling of the batshit insane stunt she pulled off with her quirk the day prior. todoroki’s focused attention is gratifying, in a totally platonic non-weird way- it’s just that her parents couldn’t very well follow why exactly said stunt was as insane as it is, but todoroki obviously can, and also there’s that thing with todoroki where pulling a reaction out of her ice queen act is admittedly more satisfying than most people. it has jack shit to do with the fact katsuki’s got a very minor complex about todoroki paying her her dues, and even if it did then that’s entirely fucking reasonable considering she still hasn’t forgiven her for the sports fest incident.

it is a little weird having todoroki’s sole focus on her outside of hero shit, though. it’s not like they really hang out one on one outside of school or work. it’s kind of- unnerving. yeah. unnerving, to be making prolonged eye contact, todoroki’s expression intent but not intense the way she gets in fight scenarios, frowning lightly because she has resting bitch face but apparently genuinely interested. it’s kind of a relief that todoroki asks questions- moves them safely into a conversation, so katsuki’s not just sitting there talking and sort of dry-throated. fucking waiter, leaving them water-less.

it’s fine. they talk about training, and quirks, and then todoroki pushes her hair behind her ears and leans forward to demonstrate on a small scale this thing she’s trying to do where she melts her ice and refreezes it in rapid succession so it causes what is essentially ice rain, but there’s logistics and shit that need to be worked out for it to work the way she’s thinking it might, and katsuki knows her thermal shit so they start scrawling maths over the napkins, and then bicker over the finer points of first year chemistry, so when the food actually arrives to interrupt them todoroki’s startled blink is weirdly relatable, like she also forgot where they were.

the waiter’s there and gone before they’re really recovered from the brief misplacement, which katsuki registers only when she looks down at her empty glass.

“goddamnit- how hard is it to bring us water?”

“they only offer sparkling,” todoroki says, gravely, then outpaces katsuki’s disgust by placing her hand over her glass, ice rising before she switches hands and melts it down. “tell me if the temperature’s off.”

intensely mollified and trying not to look it, katsuki sips it. “’s fine.”

“okay,” todoroki says, faintly pleased, and tilts her head to look down at her food. “i have no idea what any of this is.”

“moron,” katsuki snorts, except it comes out way fonder than it has any rights to, and from beneath the convenient curtain of hair todoroki’s smiling a little, so she hastily stabs a frog leg and gets to eating before anyone gets any ideas.

the actual meal goes okay-ish. most of the stuff todoroki ordered is extremely pretentious french cuisine, and todoroki secretly has the culinary adventurousness of a five year old, so it befalls katsuki to impatiently attempt every dish and pronounce it edible before todoroki will deign to brave it. she’s still trying to bully an unyielding todoroki into attempting the weird bird soup thing when there’s commotion nearby. it takes the both of them approximately three seconds to spring into work-mode; katsuki’s on her feet poised for a fight before she’s even consciously thought about it, scanning her peripherals, and she doesn’t even need to look to feel todoroki unconsciously covering her back, cool sting of air signalling her quirk at the ready.

the commotion turns out just to be some old dumbass choking, relaxing them both out of their stances as she falls back to let todoroki ahead. they’re both uber-qualified for first aid shit, but she’s self-aware enough to know even todoroki’s bland reassurances are usually preferred to her bedside manner. unfortunately, the whole entourage seems to be braindead, because they’re all crowding the old guy in a panic while he chokes, his wife in shrieking hysterics.

“oh, my god, he’s choking! he’s choking! sugar-plum, stay with me!”

“fuck me,” katsuki mutters, unethically thinking that she would personally prefer choking to being married to someone who calls her sugar-plum, but todoroki’s pushing ahead with implacable calm, so she trudges after her anyways.

“excuse me. excuse me. i need access to your husband.”

“who are you? don’t touch him! help! get this woman off my husband!” wailing hysteric yells, bosom heaving dramatically. katsuki is starting to suspect she poisoned him on purpose or some shit, because no way does anyone talk like that in real life.

“she’s a fucking qualified first aid provider, lady, shut up and let her through!”

thankfully, the woman seems on the verge of an outrage aneurysm, which drags her focus away from suffocating her choking husband to dramatically pointing at katsuki long enough for todoroki to duck past her and reach the guy as he turns purple.

“how dare you speak to me that way? who do you think you are?”

“ma,” chinless moron number one says, clearing his throat. “i think that’s one of those future pros from TV.”

“what?”

“you know, ma,” chinless moron number two adds, glancing nervously between them. “the one that explodes things. you know. from UA.”

katsuki takes great pleasure in watching recognition dawn in the old cow’s beady eyes, but in any event there’s a hacking noise and then the old man’s coughing out a bone into his plate as todoroki steps noiselessly back from the table.

“he’s fine now. enjoy your dinner.”

“god, that was gross,” katsuki says, as they ignore the woman’s sputtering and return to their seats. todoroki tilts her head.

“not really. if he’d thrown up it would have been.”

“not the choking guy,” katsuki scoffs, casting a glance back his way. “his wife. talk about theatrics.”

“she seemed more afraid of us than her husband dying.”

“for good reason,” katsuki mutters darkly, spreading out in her chair. “i hate civilians.”

“i don’t think she recognised us,” todoroki counters, pensive, and absent-mindedly takes a bite of the weird soup before she screws her face up like a betrayed kid. “oh. you didn’t say it was sweet.”

the look on her face thoroughly distracts katsuki from asking what other reason the pearl-clutcher could possibly have to be so terrified at the mere sight of them; instead, she chokes back a laugh, stifling a grin. “what are you, five?”

“i don’t think i like this,” todoroki says, mournful, which makes katsuki grin harder. she can’t help it- todoroki looking stupid is her kryptonite.

“then don’t pick a restaurant where you can’t read the menu, next time.”

todoroki’s midway to looking up, but for some reason her expression transforms instantaneously, which makes katsuki reflexively try to quash her amusement. todoroki always gets weird when she’s smiling.

“next time?”

motherfuck. obviously she didn’t mean next time like next time, she meant next time like- hypothetically, in the future, when todoroki’s on a lunch date with someone else. a lunch non-date. she’s just about stopped sputtering furiously long enough to try and express this sentiment when it occurs to her that todoroki seems- pleased, one eye soft sky-blue when katsuki accidentally meets it, and that draws her up short long enough that she ends up just muttering lamely to herself. fucking todoroki.

on the heels of this utter embarrassment, she downs the rest of her water, scowls in a neat 180 at everything in sight, and wonders for the first time in her life how the fuck extras get through dates. not that this is one.

it’s fine. they’re done eating, and no one’s died, and katsuki is no longer fifteen and thus mostly trusts her ego to lick its wounds and recover from the ordeal. even if they stick around for desert that’s only another half hour of this to endure. as long as todoroki doesn’t make any sudden moves they’ll be fine.

...the problem is, of course, that sudden moves are todoroki’s modus operandi. katsuki has not forgotten the bitch calling them friends on national television in the same breath that she was vociferously denying them being anything of the sort. in todoroki’s fucked up brain, they’re always ten steps ahead of whatever they actually are- considering katsuki’s come around to privately acknowledging she’d take a couple more stakes through the gut for the asshole, in todoroki’s world they're practically hitched.

platonically. platonically practically hitched. this is not a thing, goddamnit. no matter the weird looks aizawa’s been giving them, or utsushimi’s nefarious schemes, or the alarming cardiopulmonary condition katsuki’s been developing of late. she’s not some shitty yuri protagonist pining over the nearest female bishōnen in her vicinity.

admittedly if she was to pine over anyone it sure as fuck wouldn’t be some guy, but that’s besides the point, since pretty damn near every person on earth is just some guy by her standards, regardless of gender. the fact that todoroki is not one of said people is entirely irrelevant.

her internal irritation is so distracting that she misses the tremors nearby until entirely too late, by which point todoroki’s stupidly perfect brows raise an incremental fraction and she goes: ‘oh’.

when todoroki goes ‘oh’, some shit is about to go down.

katsuki turns slowly with an impending sense of doom, and sure enough, the sight that greets her is so nightmarish she seriously reconsiders whether the entire day has been just that.

“don’t freak out,” a giant building-sized deku booms, apologetically, as his hideous giant face stares at them. “it’s just a quirk thing.”

it’s probably a good thing katsuki has gone speechless with outrage, since it permits todoroki’s constantly composed ass to ask useful questions katsuki probably would have coated in a fair amount more threats and cursing.

“midoriya. i didn’t know you were in tokyo.”

“well, i wasn’t meant to be,” deku says/booms like a foghorn, as the restaurant clientele shrieks and stampedes behind them. his sheepish expression is even more punchable when magnified. “it’s a long story. it’s almost sorted out now, though. i just saw you guys from over at the NPA office and thought i’d come ask if you maybe wouldn’t mind lending a hand? i wouldn’t ask but there’s going to be a lot of cleanup and your quirks would be really helpful to-”

“we’ll do it as long as you shut the fuck up,” katsuki yells, to cut him off, massaging her temples. “the monologuing’s bad enough when you’re not about to burst my fucking eardrums, jackass.”

“oh, sorry! i’m trying to be very quiet but this body’s just hard to get used to- thank you so much for helping, i didn’t mean to come bother you on break...”

“it’s fine,” todoroki says, and then seems to realise that her monotone doesn’t reach midoriya’s giant-ass ears and clears her throat, raising her voice to a shout. “it’s fine. let me go deal with the bill and then we’ll go.”

“sorry?” midoriya whisper-shouts, craning his monstrous head closer to them, the sight of which will haunt katsuki for the rest of her life. “i can’t hear what you’re saying!”

“she said she’s going to go pay for our nice fucking lunch,” katsuki hollers, with no small sense of satisfaction, as deku winces and todoroki slinks off. “since you want to come crashing it like a dipshit.”

“sorry, kacchan!” deku begs off, flapping hand gestures creating enough wind to knock over a nearby umbrella stand. “i just thought it would be a lot of help if you came to oversee the fall-out- especially with the building damage-”

“we’re good,” todoroki announces, to katsuki, apparently having given up on matching her in decibels. she’s got that classic hero look on her face, already in work mode, but just when katsuki’s about to do the same and jump into action, the look wavers a little and she frowns vaguely awkwardly. “thanks for doing lunch.”

“huh?” katsuki stutters, thrown, and then scowls at nothing in particular, stalling. todoroki’s the one who paid, albeit indirectly- it’s typically weird of her to be all formal about it all of a sudden, leaving katsuki to attempt to wriggle them out of the awkwardness of the moment. “i didn’t do shit except show up and eat, weirdo.”

“it’s been abnormally hard to show up and eat in the circumstances,” todoroki replies, a little wryly, and more concerningly a little resigned sounding. which is just unnatural, because todoroki may have expanded her range of emotions considerably since first year but resignation is not on her usual roster, and there’s nothing to be resigned about unless she had some kind of vested interest in this whole fiasco playing out any better than it did.

which she didn’t, obviously. katsuki’s been through this. she chose the nearest possible venue and rocked up in jeans and a t-shirt, and- and why is the fact that todoroki never dresses so normally out of class only now occurring to her, again?

she’d said ‘i think this is the part where we do small talk’. the part of what?

“yeah, whatever,” katsuki says, automatically, as her brain plays catch-up, which is the excuse she will forever stick to for what leaves her mouth next. “should have known you’d be a lousy date.”

todoroki goes ‘what?’ at the same moment deku does, ten times louder and more bug-eyed, which reminds katsuki that 1) deku is still there, 2) deku is still as big as his martyr complex, and 3) deku is the fucking worst, and allowing him to trap her into friendship is somehow responsible for this, she’s sure of it.

“can we go handle this fucking mess or what?” katsuki snaps, instead of screaming or breaking deku’s very large nose or maybe self-immolating in abject humiliation, hands erupting into explosions as she jumps onto the balcony railing. maybe if she throws herself headfirst into the debris she’ll concuss herself and turn amnesiac.

“um,” deku is saying, when she turns a withering glare his way. “um, yes! yes! yeah! let’s go do that!”

so she jumps skywards, explosions blasting her high into the air, and very scrupulously does not look towards the sounds of slick ice forming just behind her until todoroki skates into her peripheral vision, hair waving flag-like behind her. ahead there’s a building with a crater clean through it where deku must have erupted from, though when she turns to comment she finds him a fair deal behind them, lumbering pace slowed further as he avoids stepping on anyone or anything along the streets. instead her eyes lock on todoroki’s where the latter is staring at her, face unreadable, and she bristles hard enough to disrupt trajectory, correcting course rapidly before she plummets into an office.

“what?”

“i’m a lousy date,” todoroki repeats, neutrally, over the wind. katsuki grits her teeth.

“and what about it?”

she’s bracing for a lot, but not the horrible, sickening eye-crinkle thing todoroki does, dark eye twinkling even as her expression stays carefully impassive. “you think you can do better, then?”

“hah?”

“next time,” todoroki intones, very precisely, and then dips ahead like a complete coward as katsuki goes a color never previously visible to the human eye, sifting through about fifteen emotions before she decides to stick to outrage.

“what the hell? you suck at asking people out, icyhot!”

“you don’t have to say yes.”

“what, you think i can’t do better than this mess? you’re on, asshole.”

“i look forward to it,” todoroki says, gravely, and then there’s a collapsed building to handle and shit to do and if anyone wants to ask why katsuki is so especially gleeful in blowing shit up they wisely keep their mouths shut. she just likes the job, all right.

(for the record, it’s still not a date until katsuki says it is.)

#qui repond #qui ecrit #anon #prompts #tdbk #todobaku #fem todobaku #fem todo #fem baku

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huberts-private-counsel-archive · 3 years ago

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Hiii~ could you please dedicate this one to @stag-of-adrestia? Let's have Value Me with darkshout, just for old times sake ;)

Well, you heard the anon! To @stag-of-adrestia this drabble goes!

.....you can. carbon date how old this is by the url im so sorry about this im so very sorry

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character telling another how they feel about them.

Caspar didn’t know a lot. BUT. He DID know one thing.

He’d had ENOUGH!

It was pretty much everywhere he went! No matter what! Over and over, he’d her people talking shit about Hubert, writing him off as “just the Emperor’s lapdog”, as if that was an okay thing to do!

It didn’t matter that Hubert said that he didn’t mind and that they were speaking the truth (which they WEREN’T, and Hubert shouldn’t have to pretend like they were!), Caspar was still not gonna stand for this! He was going to show those jerks that they were wrong!

And he had an absolutely, one hundred percent foolproof plan to do so! Linhardt helped him come up with it!

...Honestly, Lin had only agreed to help him because he said that, “just yelling in Hubert’s face about your love for him won’t go well.”

To be fair, it wasn’t like Hubert knew Caspar loved him, so Lin was probably right about that...

Bah, whatever! That wasn’t the point here!

Caspar shook off the lingering doubts - he had an important job to do! He couldn’t get hung up on dumb stuff he could take care of later! Maybe! Probably never! Whatever!

He knocked on the door to Hubert’s office, waiting a few seconds to see if Hubert would answer. As Lin had predicted, he very much did not. So Caspar did what he did best.

“HEYA HUBERT! IT’S CASPAR! I GOT SOMETHING TO TALK TO YA ABOUT!!” Caspar exclaimed as he slammed the office door open.

He could see Hubert actually jump at his desk - which shocked him for a moment, until he realized something. Hubert only ever jumped when something startled him because he was completely off guard. The only time Hubert was ever completely off guard was when he was asleep. Hubert had...actually been asleep at his desk. And Caspar just woke him up very loudly.

Oops.

Caspar didn’t hide the wince as Hubert turned to look at him, eyes narrowed in clear anger for a few seconds before he just sighed.

“What is it, Caspar?” Hubert asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. He did that a lot when Caspar was around.

He sounded pretty annoyed, definitely because Caspar woke him up like that; but he didn’t sound as annoyed as he could’ve been. Don’t ask how Caspar knew that, it’s a long story that he’d like to not relive, thank you.

Anyway!

“I was coming to drag ya out of your office! You’ve been in there all day! Some fresh air could do you some real good!”

Yep! This was Caspar’s completely foolproof plan! Just take Hubert out on the town to have some fun! (He REFUSED to say date, because it wasn’t a date! Nope! Just two friends hanging out!)

“I’ve been inside all day because there’s a lot of work that I still need to do-” Hubert was already saying, which was Caspar’s cue to cut in. He knew if he let Hubert keep talking, he’d end up just going back inside his office. So!

“Nope! None of that!” Caspar interrupted, grinning triumphantly. “I already asked Edelgard about it, and she said it was fine!”

Actually, she didn’t, but that wasn’t the point.

Hubert stared at him for a few moments, as if trying to decide if Caspar was telling to truth. Actually, that’s probably exactly what he was doing. Caspar tried not to fidget. Eventually, Hubert must’ve decided he was telling the truth (phew), because he let out another sigh - one that Caspar knew meant he was relenting.

“If Lady Edelgard approved it, then I suppose I’ve no choice but to play along.”

Caspar smiled. And that smile only as the day progressed. His plan really was going perfectly! They were both having a good time going out on the town, and Caspar even saw Hubert trying not to smile! It was amazing! All in all, everything was going according to plan!

“Ugh, watch out - the Emperor’s dog is coming...”

...Well, it was, until some ASSHOLE decided to speak up.

Caspar felt his hands curl into fists as he heard the words, whirling around to stare down the person who said it. The only reason they weren’t suffering from a serious case of what he’d like to call “Caspar’s Fist Directly Through Their Face” disease was because of Hubert’s hand resting on his shoulder.

“Don’t bother, Caspar. They’re simply stating facts.” Hubert’s voice sounded resigned, his expression carefully blank - which Caspar knew meant that Hubert was actually really bothered by what they were saying.

“But they’re not! Because you’re way more than what that bastard says!!” Caspar shouted, feeling the anger creeping into his voice.

He knew that they were drawing a crowd, but he didn’t care about that. What he cared about was getting Hubert to not listen to that jackass!

“Really, Caspar, you’re causing a scene...” And there it was, Hubert trying to change the subject because he didn’t want to talk about this. Well Caspar wasn’t gonna let him!

“That doesn’t matter! They should be here to hear about how amazing you are! You’re a super talented mage, maybe even rivaling Lin in how smart you are! And you always use that to help everyone, no matter what you say! You’re way more nice than people give ya credit for; and that’s not to mention how loyal you are! I know Edelgard knows she can always rely on you no matter what, just like everyone else in the Strike Force!”

Caspar could hear murmuring in the crowd, and see how Hubert’s face was slowly turning more red. He wasn’t used to all the compliments - which only drove Caspar to say even more compliments! Because Hubert deserved to hear everything good that people thought about it!

“And besides! You’re the guy I love! Of course you’re awesome!”

Hubert froze. “What.”

Caspar froze himself. Wait, actually, Hubert wasn’t supposed to hear that part, abort mission ABORT MISSION-

Hubert let out a sigh - but to Caspar’s surprise, it wasn’t like...an angry sigh, or a disappointed sigh, or a “I’m five seconds away from losing it” sigh (don’t ask why Caspar knew that one).

It was...a relieved sigh.

“Well...” Hubert looked away, the blush on his face deepening. “I suppose that makes things easier for me...considering I love you as well.”

Caspar felt his jaw drop. He was not expecting that.

But he couldn’t say that he was unhappy about that - not when he was letting out a shout of joy and pulling Hubert down for a kiss.

(”Hey Caspar!” Annette said one day, having been on a date with her partner Stag. “Now, who’s that next to you?”

The tone to her voice was obviously teasing, and Caspar grinned widely.

“That’s my husband!” He exclaimed happily. No matter how many times this happened, whether it be Annette or someone else from the Strike Force, Hubert couldn’t stop the blush from appearing on his cheeks.

Not that he was truly upset about it, though.)

#fe3h #fe16 #hubert von vestra #fe hubert #caspar von bergliez #fe caspsar #caspbert #huspar #darkshout #anniversary event #fic #i am. so fucking sorry about how long this took this is an embarrassment #anyway dont mind me just shoving in ''caspar knowing all of hubert's little differences in his expressions and what they really mean''#and running away byeeeee #im so fucking sorry again #about how long this took

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opalmaplehibiscus · 4 years ago

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A Pirate’s Curse

*Hello Anon! (≧∇≦)ﾉ Thank you for your request! I enjoyed writing it! I hope you don’t mind that I sort of changed the curse by going from immortality to inheritance and that I did you justice with this ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Leona

· He finds out about you having the curse when you spend the night in Savanclaw

· The two of you initially slept together on the bed, until he suddenly wakes up and doesn’t feel or smell you anywhere

· Panic surges through his veins as he opens his eyes and looks around, trying to find where you were

· Sniffing around, he finds you in his closet, scrunched up in the corner

· The minute he asks why the hell you were in his closet; he gets the closet doors slam close at his face. By you. His lover.

· His eyebrows twitches as he starts glaring at you through the wooden doors with burning green eyes

· Banging it open, he tries to get you out of the closet – yanking your leg to pulling your arm as you struggled not to get out

· He doesn’t understand why you were so afraid from coming out when it wasn’t even storming

· It was when he successfully pulls one of your hands past the wooden walls did he see something unexpected

· The hand that once felt soft and warm in his suddenly felt cold and thin. Too thin

· Looking down, he blankly looks at the skeletal hand that was attached to you. Billions of questions pass through his mind, only to snap out of it when you pull your hand back and held it close to your chest

· It doesn’t help how your hand turn back to a normal, living human as he stares at you

· He starts asking the most obvious and cliché question, tempted to ask as a follow if you were a lich

· However, he stops when he hears you sniffling. The last thing he actually wanted for you to cry but here you were, shedding tears making him feel guilty for some reason and even more annoyed

· After thinking all the ways to make you feel better for a few moments, he grumbles at you to scooch before he climbs in and hugs you in the now crowded space

· He pats your hair and held you in his arms, letting you cry in peace

· He doesn’t expect you to explain about how you inherited the curse from your ancestors in between your sobs, but carefully listens

· Was he aware you had a curse? Yeah, he honestly did. Your scent never smelled as if you were part of the living and the way you eat? Don’t get him started

· The biggest confirmation you made to him were during the times you made jokes about your curse

· His best subject wasn’t ancient incantation for nothing. The moment you said those things, he already put two and two together, finding out you were under a curse

· But why he didn’t say anything about it? Because he loves you

· He didn’t want to invade your privacy and push you to saying it when you didn’t want to talk about it. In his heart, the fear of you one day leaving him still exists – and like hell he’ll screw up to cause that to happen

· He loves you and worked hard to hard to date you. And for, he’s willing to do anything to make you happy

· It’s with those feelings, anger towards your ancestors and their stupid mistake fills Leona as he listens to the full story, realizing how your pain are similar to his

· Both of you suffer from each other’s ancestors’ decisions/mistakes – getting screwed over one way or another

· Although, when you talk about the curse, it explains why you didn’t seem deterred by the dorm’s heat despite wearing the school’s stuffy uniform to a T and survive the deadliest attacks, especially when fighting a person that OBed

· When you finally calm down, he kisses your foreheard, cheeks, and then the lips before he tells you no matter what you are and whatever form you take, he would always love you

· As some he’s willing to risk his everything for, he’ll never let you go nor would he ever make you feel unloved. You were his just as he was yours and he wouldn’t want anything else

· After saying that, he ends up having to comfort you again as you cry once more, nuzzling into your hair as he holds you tightly, wanting to keep you together and prevent you from breaking

Ruggie

· He finds out about your curse after noticing something about your scent

· Ruggie lived in the slums and experienced all kinds of things, including death. So when he smells death on you, he already knew something was going on

· You’re alive, looking perfectly fine and normal. Heck it seems as if you have hot red blood pumping through your veins. It doesn’t make sense why you would smell like that

· As times goes by, he starts noticing small habits you make like how you wouldn’t eat and not sweating when your dorm was 40°C after the magic stone was stolen by the fairies

· Heck he still remembers the time you completely freaked out when you stayed over at Savanaclaw, after making that stupid deal with Azul, asking to have the futon farthest away from Leona’s windows

· He knows all-to-well that you would never tell what was going on or what you were hiding from if he asks directly so slowly gets you to confess and pick up the hints whenever the two of you speak

· When he purposely complains about how hard his life is, the jokes you often made are all related to curses that was often taught in class, especially in regards to curses

· Ruggie finally gets you to confess when you say about “better not to steal and get cursed though” after he complains about how Leona was irresponsible and makes him tempted to steal 5000 madols from his wallet

· He purposely asks what you meant, wanting you to explain. And without you realizing it, you talk about your curse – how it was derived from your ancestor’s greed and thievery that led to generations to suffer from it

· By the time you finish, Ruggie hums and replies with “so, like you?”

· It makes him feel awful as he looks into your eyes filled with shock, horror, and fear. He cuts you off when you start feigning ignorance, confessing how he knew you were hiding something

· Ruggies begs you to hear him out when you start turning around, about to run away, as he grabs your wrist with a firm yet gentle grasp

· It takes him a while to calm you down, yet soon enough he gets you to at least let him explain himself

· He tells you how he didn’t want to intrude your privacy because he wanted to use it against you or anything bad. For once…he…just wanted to help you

· To him, you are the first person he had ever fallen in love with. Someone who chose to be with him despite his bloodied and blacken hands and all the crimes he does because of his situation

· Ruggie just couldn’t help but want to help you, thinking how unfair it is for you to help him through his own troubles and pain when it was obvious to him you were going something worse than him

· Tears were forming in the corner of his eyes as he continues on how much you meant to him yet he isn’t able to even take away the thing that was making you suffer because he didn’t know about

· When he hears you say sorry though, he stops talking and look at you incredulously

· The whole point of this wasn’t so you could blame yourself. It was to let you he’ll continue to help you and stay by your side. Not to listen how you hurt him when you didn’t mean to at all

· Having enough of it, he pulls you into a hug as you sob into his chest as he calls you an idiot

· As you cry in his arms, he promises you he would steal you away if you ever leave him and will forever be with you because to him you are his special treasure, the one he ever gained without stealing

· He seals the promise with a kiss on your lips as he uses his thumbs to wipe your tears away from your cheeks

Jack

· He finds after seeing you not eat

· Jack worries as he sees you eat so little and would often push you to eat more despite your complaints

· This leads to you two’s first fight as a couple, after you got tired of Jack nagging at you to eat and Jack asking why the hell you won’t eat out of worry

· The both of you wouldn’t speak to each other for a few days, you telling Ace and Grim how you were tired of listening him while Jack goes on about him just being worried about you to Deuce and Epel

· Eventually, the first-year squad gets tired from having to deal with you two sulking and tries to get you to get back together

· Their attempts fail each time especially after Sebek joined in and pulls an attempt. (They don’t speak about what happened. All you have to know was that it nearly works until Sebek yells for you two to make up)

· Finally, they use their last resort and lock you two in the room

· Things starts out small, giving a one-worded answer when the other asks a question, not looking at each other

· After a moment of silence, it’s Jack who ends up apologizing first

· He says how he feels bad about how he forces you to eat when it’s clear you don’t want to, though it stems from how he was worried about your health

· He loves you to the point of looking out for you because he wants to protect his first and only love he devotes himself to. He loves you and wants you to be well so he’ll at least feel assured you and him could spend time with each other in the future

· After saying all of this, finally, he looks at you and promises that he won’t force you to eat if you could give him the reason why you couldn’t

· He gives you a sad look filled with worry and fear – worry for your wellbeing and fear that his question would end up causing him to lose you

· He asks whether it’s because you have a disease or you were trying out a new training diet until you cut him off and tell him it’s none of those; that it was because of the curse you inherited

· As you explain, his hands turn into fists and shake as he feels his heart getting torn and broken from how much you suffer from it and anger that your ancestor’s greed caused you to be like this

· As soon as you tell him that it’s fine if he wants to break up with someone as awful as yourself, he surprised you by wrapping an arm around your shoulders and the other around your head, pulling you towards him

· He tells you he would never do that, even if it was today or 50 years later

· His voice trembles as he says how, for the rest of his life, he’ll be the one to stay by your side, never to make you lonely and protect you and your heart

· You were his first – his one and only. And as his mate, he will never let you go and let you down

· He kisses the top of your head and cheek before holding you again as tightly as you are, holding his shirt and release all the pain inside you

Jamil

· It’s during one of Scarabia’s banquet Jamil finds out about your curse

· To be completely honest, he somewhat knew about your curse before the incident happens. After all, he served Kalim for 17+ years, defending sunshine boy from all kinds of dangers. Did you really think you had a chance of hiding something from him?

· The way you stay away from the windows and any area where the moonlight touches like a plague, not eating when Kalim begs you to try some, and heck, wearing the winter uniform in Scarabia

· But that wasn’t all. Whenever food was offered to you, he sees the flash of desire crossing over your face and your hand twitching, only to end up saying no. Whenever you try to walk near the window and look at the starry sky, fear and shock are in your eyes a second later before you walk away from it

· He tries to get you to talk about it whenever you two were alone, purposely bringing up his past and his family. Too bad it back fires and ends up him getting comforted by you as you would either hold his hand or pull him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his head as you say the right things he wants and needs to hear

· However, frustration builds up inside him as he notices it wasn’t just during the banquet you behave strangely. Whenever he sees you at the cafeteria, he sees the same thing happening

· And like Leona, Jamil’s best subject was ancient incantations. Put your jokes and what he sees together and he realizes the same thing Leona realizes it

· It’s why Jamil grabs your hands and drags you out of the banquet when you came over with Grim

· He ignores your questions and calls as his grip becomes tighter in each passing second until the two of you reaches his room

· He traps you between his two arms as you lean again the door and looking to his molten steel eyes

· Roles of anger, pain, and sadness comes out of him as he stares deep into your eyes, thinking about how he should approach it without really hurting you

· But knowing all to well how you were tight lipped, he goes for the direct approach, bluntly asking how long you intended to not tell him about your curse

· It takes him everything he has not to flinch when he sees horror cover your face before he ends up trying to calm you down from your break down

· When you start screaming how he doesn’t know about anything, he’s about to yell back until you surprise him with something he didn’t expect to see

· Seeing your skeletal arm instead of your human one under the moonlight makes him widen his eyes, trying to take in what he was seeing

· Jamil quickly snaps out of it though after hearing you sniffling and crying while you explain everything

· Resentment towards your ancestors builds up inside him as all he could think about how you never once were free. Like him, your wings were clipped but before you were born not when you were a kid. And that wasn’t, shouldn’t, be allowed

· By the time you finish, Jamil moves you away from his window, away from the moonlight and kisses you while gently cupping your cheeks

· Breaking the kiss after seeing you calm down; he looks at you while brushing your cheeks with his thumbs affectionately

· He tells you how he didn’t want to see you no, have you feel pain

· The person who charmed his heart – he wants them to be happy. Yet seeing you constantly holding yourself back and not being able to enjoy anything in peace reminds him of his self, he’s now trying to get rid of

· He starts telling you how much he loves you, affectionately looking at you with the softest look you’ll ever see him have as he profess his feeling towards you

· He leans down and has his forehead on yours as he stays with you until you feel better and stop crying

Kalim

· It’s during a magic carpet ride, Kalim finds out about your curse

· Ever since the two of you got together, Kalim would take you on rides whenever you both were free

· The problem was, every time he takes you on one, he would try to spoil you silly but whenever he tries to, you wouldn’t accept it

· He attempts to give you jewelry only to get turn down. Food? Nope, apparently you ate too much so you weren’t hungry

· He didn’t mind you rejecting his gifts. It’s the fact that whenever he tries to give you something, you would look conflicted

· The flash of fear and desire, worry and thankfulness, love and guilt are things he could easily see in your eyes

· Kalim is aware you were hiding something from him – and yes, he knows that secret is the cause to your reactions

· However, he doesn’t push you to tell him. He loves you too much and didn’t want to lose you

· He knows what’s it like having to hold things in for the sake of others – for the sake of making the people you love happy. He knows it all too well

· In the same time, he wishes you actually tell what’s causing you pain

· You heard him out and listened to his troubles yet the fact that he isn’t able to help carry your burden just like you are with his, rips his heart

· Who would’ve ever thought that when a ride goes on for too long because you two got carried away having fun, your curse would be revealed?

· Heck the two of you didn’t realize the moon was out until Kalim starts taking you back to the dorms only to stare at you when he tries to say something

· He’s looking at you with wide eyes before he laughs and asks you when you learned to change your appearance

· At that moment, Kalim wants to slap himself in the face when horror, or what he thinks is horror, covers your expression

· He and the magic carpet struggles to get you to stop jumping off the carpet

· During the struggle, Kalim realizes how, whenever his or the carpets’ shadow covers you from the moonlight, you end looking normal again

· With that in mind, Kalim takes off his cardigan and covers you from head to toe before pulling you into a hug

· He holds you tight, completely blocking the moonlight from you as he gently starts patting your head and shivering back

· Silence with the only sounds of you sniffling was heard as the two of you stay that way

· When it seems like you were calmer than before, he gently asks if this was what you were hiding from him

· He listens to you carefully, giving you his full attention, when you nod and reveal how you received the curse and where it came from

· Just from hearing it, he bites his lips from frustration, grief, and pain. He had always wondered why you understand him so well but to think it was because of this

· He leans back a bit, getting to see your human face as his shadow and cardigan still cover your form

· The corner of his eyes holds tears as he looks down to you and tells you how he wishes he had known. He didn’t mean to give you pain and make you suffer more than you already are with his actions yet to give the only person, who actually knows him deep inside and loves him just like how he loves them, pain…

· Seeing how you were starting to get scared when seeing the moonlight behind, he mutters an apology and quickly pulls you in towards his chest again, telling you he will always love you whether you had a curse or not because you were irreplaceable to him. His one and only treasure

· He pulls your head under his chin and continues to protect you against the light of the moon as he feels tears getting soaked into his shirt

#twst #twisted wonderland #hc #headcanon #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #jamil viper #kalim al asim

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dreamii-yume · 4 years ago

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Hi! ¿Could I order a one shot yandere from Azul with Ariel? (Or you can put s / n hehe. The one that is most comfortable foto You ewe) I always wondered how Azul would be with her Childhood love (Ariel protected him from teasing but she doesn't know him very much) when he found out that she fell in love with a human (Eric). Sorry I like ti see the world burn 7v7. Greetings! :D and sorry for My horrible english TwT

“She doesn’t know him very much” Yup, I definitely fucked this request up, didn’t I? I was just writing and I realized I was straying away from the original request Σ੧(❛□❛✿) But I was too lazy to start over so, sorry about this Anon~! (´；Д；`)

Damn, this was a very interesting request! I had fun writing this!

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Azul’s Darling had always been there for him since they were children! Protecting him from bullies when he could not and encouraging him in his darkest times. Azul could not ask for better blessing such as his Darling! However, Darling was a mermaid who had always been fascinated by the land. But this time, she got a bit too curious and had fallen so blindly in love with a mere human! It seems that Azul has to teach her the hard way of what it means to face one’s consequences.

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“Ow!”

Azul heard the annoying voice of one merchild cried out. He and other merchildren all gathered around his pot again, having nothing else but to take pleasure in teasing and insulting him. Azul looked up with teary eyes, proof that he had been holding back his tears all this time. The merchild rubbed his head, trying to ease the pain coming from it. Azul looked down and saw a seashell, someone seemed to have thrown this at him, though forgive Azul for not feeling a single bit of sympathy for the merchild.

“Who was that!? That really hurts, you know!”

Everyone looked around trying to find the culprit, Azul did too, curious of the events unfolding. However, instead of showing themselves, many more seashells have come raining down upon them. Azul hid down his pot, as he did not want to get hit, leaving the group of merchildren panicking on how they’re going to defend against the attack. Though, peeking from the pot, Azul’s once teary eyes sparkled in amusement as the bullies he hated so much was now pathetically squirming in front of him. It made him want to laugh but he managed to restrain himself.

“Let’s get out of here! Azul must have done something using one of his disgusting tentacles!”

Azul narrowed his eyebrows, irritated at the fact that these merchildren even has the nerve to pick the blame on him. Well, even if he was at fault, they should’ve seen it coming. And so, they swam away with their long tails, retreating cowardly for a mere rain of seashells. Serves them right for being such bullies, Azul sincerely hopes they get at least a little bit injured. Morbid thought for a child, but who can blame him?

Azul looked around, his place that was once so empty and clean was now covered in seashells. He sighed, though the culprit had driven his bullies away, they certainly created quite a mess. He was thankful that the shells were somehow beautiful to look at, or else, he would’ve been the one to get seriously in trouble for littering. Speaking of the culprit, he never actually saw anyone that could’ve done the deed. Just in time with his line of thoughts, Azul heard a mischievous giggle from behind him.

“Hehe! My plan worked!”

Azul blinked, taking the time to study this particular merchild who was clearly unfamiliar to him. Her tail shone a beautiful shade of color as the sway back in forth in the water, she wore intriguing accessories from her wrist and fingers, her hair was flowing gracefully from every slight movements, and her skin looked very smooth and youthful. Most importantly, Azul couldn’t help but gaze on her face as she laughed, thinking of how adorable her smile was. He didn’t say anything to her though, and just waited until she calmed her laughter, silently admiring her figure not too far from himself. Once she regained her normal breathing, she instantly freezes up when she noticed that Azul was looking at her.

She flushed red in embarrassment and scratched the back of her neck, feeling silly. “Ah, I guess someone still saw me…My bad!” She said, nonchalantly and began to swim towards him. Azul quickly tensed up and backed away, his guard was up in an instant. “Hey, are you okay? I heard those kids saying some pretty mean things to you so, I thought of stepping in.”

“Well, I ended up not showing myself anyway…” She laughed, her voice was sweet and somehow enchanting to hear.

But Azul still kept his guard up on her, he wasn’t going to risk a way for this mermaid to be all friendly with him. For all he knows, she could be as crude as her species. Azul followed her with his eyes as she swam to grab one beautiful seashell. “My plan was just to scare them; these seashells don’t hurt much anyway...” She said and looked at him with an apologetic look. “I realized that I might’ve included you in my prank. Were you hit? I’m sorry.”

Azul sink deeper into his pot as if he wanted to disappear from her presence, or at least wanted her to just leave him be. However, being the curious child she is, she went closer to him about to ask more questions until she got a good look at him. “Hm? Huh?” She blinked, looking down at one squishy limb of his. “Tentacles...?”

She soon realized what she was looking at and widened her eyes, letting out a loud and dramatic gasp. “Ah! You’re a Cecaelia!” Azul flinched at her voice as he grits his teeth in irritation. It was a reaction that he expected from people who doesn’t know him. If she end up following the same pattern, he knew that this mermaid would end up joining his bullies for the fun of it, ultimately leaving him all alone when they get bored.

However, this strange mermaid curiously swam all around him, trying to take a closer look in his anatomy. “Wow~! Amazing! You’re a real cecaelia! Like the Benevolent Sea Witch from the Great Seven! It’s my first time seeing one!” She cheered, her eyes sparkling, her observation was making Azul feel self-consious even more. Then, she faces him, looking directly at his eyes. “Hey, can you move all tentacles at once? Can I touch one of them? What’s your name?”

Azul’s face flushed as he felt overwhelmed by her presence and never-ending questions that he resorted into pushing her away. “W-What do you want!?” He yelled, backing away as far as possible. The mermaid stumbled a little before noticing his scared, teary eyes. “Why did you come here for!? Tell me so you can go away already!”

The mermaid tilted her head to the side, blinking in confusion. “...What do you mean?” She said.

“You drove those bullies away because you expected to be rewarded, right? Just tell me what you want and leave me alone!” Azul yelled, aggressively as his reasoning only made the mermaid raised her eyebrow in confusion.

“Eeh? Rewarded? I’m not really...” She trailed off, putting a hand on her mouth, thinking of what she’s going to say next. She then snapped her fingers as an idea came lighting itself on her head. She swam close to him again but this time, she made sure to keep a safe distance as to not bother his personal space again. “Reward, huh? Then...”

“Be my friend!”

Azul blinked, his mind processing what the eccentric mermaid has said. “...Excuse me?” Azul muttered, tilting his head to the side. Was that all she wants? To be a mere acquaintance of his? A simple form of friendship and nothing else? No, there must be some kind of trick to this!

“A friend! I want to be your friend! And if you’re asking for what kind of reward I want, then I want you to become my friend! It’s as simple as that!” You cheerfully explained, Azul’s over critical mindset was contrasting with your idealistic point of view.

“T-That’s it? If I were you, I would’ve taken advantage of this, you know.” Azul warned her, his face not understanding her intentions at all. “You’re not going to ask me to do your homework for you? Make a certain type of potion? A spell? Anything else?”

The mermaid looked at him as if he was crazy. “Wha-!? No, of course not! What kind of life we’re you living up until now...” She said, sweat dropping, feeling kind of bad for the state of Azul’s mind. Then, she went closer to him, thankfully, the cecaelia didn’t move away like before. She then gently took Azul’s squishy hands onto hers, the boy taking note of how soft it felt around his. “Let’s start again, what’s your name, Cecaelia-kun?”

Azul stayed silent for a while, at first, he never had any intention of saying his name to a stranger but looking deep into her eyes, she was mesmerizing. She holds great kindness and patience in those eyes, it was very compelling. “...A-Azul.” He muttered but loud enough for the mermaid to hear. “Azul Ashengrotto.”

This made the mermaid smile, an adorable, happy smile. Azul could feel his heart beat faster than normal as his face flushed red. He wondered if he was about catch a cold soon. “Nice to meet you, Azul-kun~! I’m (Y/N).” She introduced herself, hands still in hers. “Let’s be friends!”

This was how this particular day had set a personal space on Azul’s heart, mind, and soul. A special day that he recognizes soon in his life. The first time he properly interacted with a genuinely kind and beautiful mermaid. The first time someone so warm held his hand and not being disgusted on how cold it was. Yes, this was truly the day the was more important to Azul than any other holiday in his life.

It was the day he met you.

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Ever since that fateful day, Azul was automatically attracted to you. He found your request to be ridiculous, all because he couldn’t understand why, and he wasn’t planning to take it seriously. However, he soon found himself taking on that exact role. Your personality was probably what interested him to bear with you, so cheerful yet so graceful. Before he knew it, he was having fun bonding with you and learning all sorts of stuff about you.

On that same day you met him, you had recently moved to Coral Sea, thus the reason why Azul has not seen you before. He found out that you grew up in a strict, yet loving family, that alone was enough to explain to him the practiced elegance in your form. You were the youngest out of your sisters whose names he didn’t bother to remember, you were the most interesting out of the siblings anyway. However, there was one little quirk about you that Azul did find strange. Something that he usually wouldn’t expect a resident in the bottom of the sea to have.

It was your extreme fascination above the sea, in the land, where humans reside.

When such topic starts, Azul has to live through that dreamy look on your face, fantasizing what it’s like to be on the land. You could talk for hours on end about the humans’ inventions, despite the fact that Azul thought that the deep ocean already has their own versions of that said item. However, he did dismiss your fascination as a simple, child-like addiction you have, nothing to really worry about. Instead, on times like these, Azul would pretend to listen but in truth, he was just quietly listening to your enchanting voice, not your actual words. Though, he wishes that you could talk just as much about him rather than worshipping some creature who could walk on two legs.

As time pass, the two of you grew closer and closer, your bonds deepen with every interaction. Little did you know that not only does your friendship grows, but also Azul’s undying and desperate love for you, slowly twisting into that of an obsession. Even when the Leech Brothers came in, he could not think of them more than mere acquaintances, you still remained to be the most important in his heart. Azul strived to be better just for you, who have done a lot for him, helping him gain back the confidence he once lost. He worked hard in sports, erasing his overweight self and mastered the art of studying and making high quality potions like the infamous Sea Witch.

Azul strived to become the better version of himself just for you.

Of course, Azul became insanely overprotective of you as time goes on. Once he developed his unique magic, he targeted any mermen who dares to make a move on you and trap them into one of his contracts, with knowledge of their weakness in mind. You would wonder why that one merman in your school had suddenly traded their long and fast tail just for a silky flock of blonde hair. Azul would only shrug whenever you would ask why they would make such a deal with him, saying it’s a confidential thing. You would never suspect him at playing quite unfairly with his deals at all, he was just doing his job with Floyd and Jade chuckling mischievously in background.

You did not have to know. After all, everything he had done has been for you.

Not too long later, Azul and the Leech Brothers had received their invitation to the prestigious school, Night Raven College. They were to be sent out by the ebony carriage anytime soon and Azul would not forget how cute and salty your face looked.

“How nice~! I’m so jealous!” You puffed your cheek as Azul merely raised an amused eyebrow at her behavior. “Night Raven College...You, Floyd, and Jade get to go on land and have legs!”

“Azul~! Take me with you~!”

Azul chuckled at her and pat her head, easing her pouting self. “You know I can’t do that. Night Raven College is an all-boys school and only chosen students with a high affiliation with magic gets to attend such school.” He explained, calmly but your disappointed pout would not leave your face. Azul thought it was adorable, if only he has a camera that could treasure that look on your face. “How about this? I’ll come visit during spring break and I’ll make sure to bring you some land items that will surely intrigue you.”

With those simple words, your eyes sparkled and your mood changes almost immediately. Azul really knows how to bring you back up. “Really!? You’ll do that for me!?” You exclaimed, excitedly.

“Of course, anything for you, my dear.” Azul smiled at you, watching as you cheered, going back to your usual self. You then wrapped your arms around his waist as a sign of appreciation. Azul had to physically resist himself not to just stuff you in his luggage to bring you wherever he goes.

“Thank you, Azul! I’ll be waiting for you always!” You said, looking up at him with shining eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

Azul leaned down on you and gently kissed you on the forehead, a daring move but you weren’t one to misunderstood such gesture. You thought it was normal move for best friends as close as the two of you are. Unknown to you however, Azul wished desperately that it was your lips that he could smooch on and not just restrain himself on your forehead.

“I’ll miss you too, (Y/N). Take care of yourself.”

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Azul had always looked forward to spring break just to see you again rather than his family. He wished he could come home during winter break too, but just as Floyd states, it is a very troublesome task to do so. His first time going home during spring break last year, he was blessed from seeing you so happy and swimming around him. He gave you his promised items, watching on how you curiously examine each one of them. He wanted to laugh as they were just simple, everyday items from the land but he made sure to never give you any low-quality ones. Heavens, he would never dare give you anything low of worth, you deserved the best of everything after all.

This year too, Azul was very eager to come home, he made sure to finish all his homework before going out. He wanted to spend the whole spring break with you after all, he didn’t want something as bothersome as homework get in between that time. Azul may look calm as he stood in front of the dark mirror that would take him back to Coral Sea but the Leech Brothers behind him only chuckled as they know exactly how utterly excited he was on the inside. He gripped his luggage tighter, full of the land items he promised to bring you. He couldn’t wait to see how happy you would look this time.

Arriving at Coral Sea along with the twins, his predictions had been on point once again as he was the first person he saw. “Azul! Floyd! Jade!” You exclaimed with a smile on your face as you swam towards them. Floyd and Jade gave their own way of greeting her, Jade being polite while Floyd is the complete opposite. Finally, you turned to him and Azul had already prepared for the usual hug you would give him every time he would come home.

But there was none this time.

Azul blinked, a smile still remained on his face to mask his confusion as you merely swam towards him, waving and smiling. “Welcome back, Azul! How’s the dorm head life so far?” You greeted. “I heard you opened up a restaurant? As expected of Azul!”

It delayed Azul half a second to answer before giving her the proper response, save for the little stutter he made at the first word. He was a bit disappointed that she didn’t tackle him into an embrace like last time, it even feels like her excitement had really gone down. This made Azul suspicious for sure, was she not happy to see him or...?

There was definitely something wrong.

If Azul hadn’t been suspicious before, the fact that you only smiled at the land items he got you was surely something that can raised someone’s attention. He wasn’t the only one too, Floyd and Jade felt the same but they chose not to speak about it. “Ah...I’ve heard one of these! I never thought I’ll ever see one...” You said with less excitement in your voice, causing Azul an even greater worry. What happened while he was away, he wonders. Does he have any business he has to take care of for you?

It was only after three days that Azul began to notice your actions were not corresponding with your past self. You seemed to be almost in a daze when you’re on your own and in some days that you were not, it feels like you were hesitating to talk to him. Azul wanted to ask you personally on what was bothering you but he didn’t want to pry too much. He wanted to wait for you to talk to him yourself, was there anything he could do for you? Azul had always been patient with you and this time as well, he shall wait for you to speak up.

Then, the time finally happened.

“A-Azul...” You called, Azul instantly knew that you were finally going to confess what you have in your mind this past few days. Azul looked at you with a smile, a smile that he made so innocent just for you. The Leech Twins were in the same room as well, but you seem to not mind having them listening. Perhaps it was the fact that you’ve known them along with Azul and that they don’t care much for any secret you might have.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He asked, delighted that you were finally speaking up to him.

Azul noticed how you gulped as a final evidence of hesitation. You looked up at him. “You...Can do anything, right?” You said, your eyes now looking serious like you just finally accepted your fate.

Azul raised an eyebrow. “Well...I wouldn’t say anything unfortunately...Just things possible to do by my hands so I prefer the term, mostly anything.” He corrected, observing as how your mood changes depending on what he says. “Why? Is there anything you want?”

You fidgeted for a while before finally opening your mouth, Azul noticed your tail swinging a bit too much today. “...Legs. A pair of legs to take me up the surface!” You said with a determined look on your face. “I want to make a deal with you, Azul!”

Now that caught Azul’s attention, even the Leech brothers were quite shock at your sudden request. Was this the day Azul had been looking forward to? The deal that bounds you forever with him if you happen to fail? However, his darling (Y/N) wanted to go to the land, isn’t that a bit dangerous for a mermaid who had been swimming on the bottom of the ocean for all her life? Azul narrowed his look at her, showing his distaste for her plan as he cleared his throat.

“I know you’ve been fascinated by the land ever since we were children but...I didn’t think you would go as far as change a part of you for such thing.” Azul said, his voice was laced with disappointment that it made you flinch. “But do tell me (Y/N), why now? Out of all the times you could’ve done before?”

To his surprise, your cheeks flushed and a heartwarming smile appeared in your face. “...Because I found him.” You timidly whispered as you put on a dreamy expression. “A guy that I love!”

Azul froze, his hands almost dropped what they were holding as in that moment, he felt something in him broke. He slowly looked up at her with a dangerous look on his dilated pupils that unfortunately went unnoticed as you were sucked in on your own dream world. “Pardon...?” He quietly muttered, his voice trying to calm themselves upon hearing the words that he thought his darling would never say. Floyd and Jade immediately recognized the change of atmosphere in the room but not you. “What...did you say?”

“A guy, Azul! A human! He visited Coral Sea just a few weeks ago with a use of a water-breathing potion!” You enthusiastically told him, it was as if you were holding these words back all this time, thus the reason why your energy felt overwhelming. This was the (Y/N) that Azul knew, eccentric and happy, but the cause of this is definitely not what he wants. “He got lost so I helped him and we ended up hanging out! I can’t believe how good-looking and nice he was! Just like a prince from a fairytale!”

With every compliment this unknown guy gets from you, Azul could feel himself so close to snapping. Good-looking? Nice? You have horrible taste, not to mention the possibility of those traits being a mere facade! It disgusts him to no end that this guy was even coming out of your own mouth. “He taught me a lot of things about the land, some of which I’ve never known about!” You continued and Azul had to seriously restrain himself from slamming his hand on your mouth to stop you from talking. “This must be fate, Azul! Like what the little mermaid must’ve felt when she met the human prince!”

“That’s why, I want to have a pair of legs and go to the land! I want to meet him again!” You went closer to Azul, your eyes begging him to answer her plea. “Please, Azul! I know I’m being selfish but I swear this is a one-time thing! I’m never going to ask for anything like this anymore!”

“Make me a part of that world, Azul!”

Azul looked down at you as you gripped his sleeves with a desperate look on your eyes. How frustrating, if only you were this desperate for him like he was to you, maybe things would’ve gone a lot more smoothly. His eyes glared at your expression behind those glasses of his before sighing. “...Three days.” He said, holding up three fingers in front of your face. You blinked up at him, wondering what he meant. “I’ll give you legs and even take you to the land. I’ll even go as far as let you live in my dorm during all of that.”

Before you can cheer in victory, Azul continued, not giving you a chance to even let out a single word. “If you truly believe that you and that guy are destined together, then I’ll use that as your condition.” Azul said, his eyes cold and dark. “After you sign my contract, I will give you three days to make this human fall in love with you and seal it a kiss.”

“Only then will I give you the ability to change from a mermaid and a human anytime you want.”

“T-Three days...!?” You widened your eyes at the outrageous condition. “T-That’s...!”

“Impossible? But (Y/N), don’t you remember?” Azul smirked as he gave you a close-eyed smile but it looks so sinister from your sight. “The little mermaid was in the same position as you are and the benevolent sea witch was gracious enough to give her the same condition. In the end, she did succeed on achieving the life she wanted, correct?”

You pursed your lips together, thinking about what he just said. “If this was truly fate like you said then I do believe that you can do what the little mermaid had done.” Azul said, his voice cunning and manipulative. “After hearing all of that, do you still think three days are impossible?”

You looked down and slowly shook your head. “...No.” You said and looked up at him, this time with a determined smile. “I can do it!”

“Such determination, a trait that I personally liked about you.” Azul praised, keeping his eyes close as to not show how much evil he was plotting inside his head.

“I’ll have you know that just because you are a precious friend of mine, you are not going to special treatment from me.” He said, his lips smiling so cruelly. “Favoritism is not good for business, after all. You’ll have to pay the usual fee.”

“It’s fine! I’ll pay! Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you! Anything!” You desperately nodded your head, ready to take any risk. Azul smirk got wider.

“Then, I’ll take your voice.” He said. “I’ll have to take your voice as compensation for your request.”

You widened your eyes and wondered on why Azul would’ve wanted such a specific request. Your voice was not the most beautiful in the ocean, so why? Sure, it would’ve be harder for you to clear the task without a voice, but sometimes love needs no words, right? You decided to not get swayed by any form of hesitation in your mind this time and nodded. “I’ll accept that.” You said, brimming with confidence.

Azul looked delighted by your choice as always before opening his eyes, ready to kill your short-lived happiness. “Finally, one last thing.” He said. “You do know what will happen should you fail this contract, yes?”

You froze as you almost forgot about that part, but you mentally prepared yourself. This is where Azul took a deep breath and chuckled, everything was going rather smoothly for such a deal with an overwhelming amount of risks. “You’ve been my close friend for a long time now, haven’t you?” He said as he leaned close to your face, just inches away. You gulped as a chill went up your spine, somehow this was akin to that of making a deal with a devil rather than a sea witch. “I’m sure you’ve already known by now what kind of consequence I tell of my clients once they fail.”

You backed away from him, a wary look on your face. “...Being bounded to you forever...Right?” You said but shook your head, recklessly dismissing it. “...I’ll take it! I can definitely make my prince fall in love with me within three days and without my voice! If not, I can be your slave or whatever!”

Azul chuckled, patting your head like he usually does back then. “Then, I’ll look forward working with you, (Y/N).” He said as Floyd and Jade smirked in background, the two of them were already intelligent enough to know what their dorm head was planning. “Make sure that you won’t have to regret this deal, yes?”

It’s time for you to know the true nature of a sea witch.

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

Continue with the spice~?

I feel like I’m going to jinx myself again once I set another deadline for myself but I was born to suffer so the estimated date of release of the next request is on June 23

#yandere #yandere twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #yandere azul ashengrotto #sinfic #twisted wonderland #spicy dream #octavinelle

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cherishedkids · 5 years ago

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luck || tokito muichiro x reader

anime: kimetsu no yaiba warning/s: angst, sad, spoilers from the manga, mentions of death and bloodshed words: 3,973 pairing/s: tokito muichiro x reader request: “ (⚠️ manga spoilers you can just delete it if you havent read the manga) hi can i request angst with fluff ending? muichiro's pillar!childhood friend but he doesnt remember her tries to talk to him then he gets mad at her for being annoying and she runs away. then she encounters kokushibo (upper moon one) the same time the village got attacked and muichiro gets back his memories but when he tries to find her she is very injured in the butterfly estate then she wakes up then fluff~” from anon!

A/N: thank you so much to the anon who requested this!! i have to admit, it was a bit hard for me, but i like challenges! i do hope it lived up to your expectations!! enjoy reading!

Luck was what you normally relied on. All the achievements you have accomplished and all the obstacles you have conquered--you could attribute to luck. From what you could see, you relied too much on it, harboring no skill whatsoever. Your flame breath wasn’t anything special, and there was still a long way to go before you could see yourself mastering it.

This was especially true when you actually lived through the Final Selection. You heard from others that some people never got out of there alive. But you had to endure, as it was one of the hurdles to becoming a demon slayer. And if you did not become one, you would not be able to achieve your dream of being able to protect others from these evil creatures, nor would you be able to honor the memory of your childhood friends. So, for seven grueling days, you had to fight and survive the demons that inhabited the mountain.

As you stared out the rising sun, the smell of wisteria filled your nose. At the break of dawn, you became a low-ranked demon slayer. But that was enough to bring a smile to your face.

You could only get so far with luck, however. There were only a small number of people who could use the flame breath, as according to your old master, it was hard to master it. The flame breath was a dying one, with only a dwindling amount of families being able to use it. Even you had difficulties with the forms themselves, as your joints creaked painfully after every battle.

But even so, you did your duties as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps. What else was there to do? For two years and a half, you strived and little by little, you improved your own breath. It came to a point that a crow delivered a very important letter to you. You only knew it was important because it kept repeating and yelling the words, ��urgent, urgent!’. It was from Ubuyashiki Kagaya, inviting you to his abode. The famed Ubuyashiki?

You set forth to journey to him, with guides carrying you there. It was a secret place, so you were blindfolded the whole time.

The moment you set eyes on his gentle eyes, you knew you could trust him. He sat alone on the tatami covered floor, the light of the moonlight serving as an indirect light. A lantern was light beside him and you could see the scar that spread across his face.

“___, it’s a pleasure to meet one of my children, face to face,” A smile was on his face. “I am not able to see you, of course, but you understand,”

“Of course, Oyakata-sama,”

“You might be wondering why you had to go through great lengths to visit me, and actually, I have a request to ask you,”

“What is it, sir?”

“I’m sure you have heard of the passing of the former Flame pillar, Rengoku Kyojuro,”

His death sent shock to the entire community. Of course you have heard of it. It was a pity that a fellow flame user had died, but along with his death, he was able to bring two other demons with him--one low-ranked and one high-ranked one.

“...I have, yes,”

He was not able to see you, yes, but the change in the atmosphere was enough to alert him. “I am asking you to take over his position as the Flame Pillar,”

“But I’m too young--”

“I have been keeping watch over you; your ability is on par with the other hashiras, and you have killed over fifty demons so far.” His tone was still gentle, careful not to rock the boat. “Please understand--your very presence may boost the morale of the other demon slayers,”

You close your eyes. How was this happening? Ubuyashiki might not know that you had just used your luck as a crutch. You did not want to disappoint him.

“I’m sorry, Oyakata-sama, I believe that I won’t be able to meet your expectations. I have no real ability in swordsmanship and my breath is not powerful. I truly hope I did not waste your time,”

“Nonsense,” His face had turned into a worried one now. “You look down on yourself too much, ___. Meet with the other hashiras, and you might change your mind,”

Sighing, you agreed to this compromise. He had a spare room for you to sleep in. It wasn’t a surprise, as his house was huge. The next morning, you woke up to change into your uniform. Ubuyashiki told you that the hashiras would arrive before lunch, so you waited for them. Ubuyashiki Amane and her children kept you company as you nervously imagined how the meeting would go.

When you heard people muttering outside, you peeked and saw a group of people. You had never seen the other hashiras before, so it was eye opening. Quietly, you came out of the room excusing yourself from Amane and the children.

Their attention turned to you. The same way you had never seen them before, they also were not familiar with you. Ubuyashiki was still sitting on the floor, attending to them. “___, please come closer,”

He requested, and so you did.

As your eyes skimmed over the handful of people powerful enough to be part of the Pillars, one boy caught your eye. A very familiar face. One that you thought had died so long ago.

“Muichiro?” You wondered out loud, and his eyes locked with yours. But he did not show any sign of recognition. His eyes remained cloudy and uninterested. Even so, he still had his beautiful blue eyes. Ones that used to shine brightly in the moonlight, ones that used to hold great concern for you.

Ubuyashiki did not seem to hear it or, even if he did, did not deem it important. “I have been thinking of recruiting ____ ___ as the next successor--in place of the fallen Flame Pillar,”

They seemed to have mixed reactions. There were those who nodded, and some who seemed disgruntled by this suggestion. But you kept your eyes on Muichiro. He had changed--his eyes had turned lifeless. Was it because of the hard work that was required in becoming a demon slayer? Had he killed enough demons that he had changed? You hoped not.

A white haired man with scary eyes stepped up. “As much as I respect you, Oyakata-sama, I have to wonder. Why a kid again?”

He was right, but you didn’t care. Tokito Muichiro was before you. One of your childhood friends that you thought had perished under a demon. Why was he here?

“Her combat skills are worthy of becoming a hashira, Sanemi,” He briefly explained.

“I think it’s great that another girl will join us!” A woman with pink and green hair exclaimed. “It’s been so hard when all my peers are men,”

“Technically, she is not yet a hashira, as she tells me she is too young and inexperienced to become one,” Ubuyashiki explains, and you turn red. Did he really have to mention that part?

A woman with a butterfly hairpin comes forward and places a hand on your shoulder. Her expression is unreadable, as she hides it behind an empty smile. “I think you should trust in Oyakata-sama. It’s an honor to directly serve under him, ___,”

“I still want to leave the decision to her, Shinobu,” He interjects, not wanting any conflict to arise.

But the moment you saw Muichiro, you had already made up your mind. If anything, curiosity fueled you, and you just wanted to know what had happened to him. Just seeing his face was enough to convince you. They all wait for your decision. If you accepted, they would be leaving his house with a new colleague. Sure, luck was always present for you, but when it came to decisions, you had to rely on yourselves. This was a leap, and you’d hate yourself if you made the wrong choice.

You face Ubuyashiki and bow lowly, placing your head on the hard tatami floor.

“I accept your request, Oyakata-sama. I’ll do my best to live up to your standards.”

After your inaguaration and announcement that you were to be the next Flame Pillar, you rush to Muichiro. It had been years since you had last seen him, and he just disappeared without a trace! As he was about to leave, you tap him on his shoulder.

“Muichiro! Long time no see!” You say, a smile on your face. Even so, his expression did not change.

His response completely subverted your expectations. Honestly, what did you think would happen?

“Do I know you?”

The same cold eyes that his twin brother had, stared back at you. But you were sure you were still talking to Muichiro. You had seen Yuichiro’s body in their small house when you were visiting them, not his.

“Don’t you remember?” There was slight shame present in your tone, but you were determined for him to recognize you. Maybe it was just that the years changed you so much that he couldn’t remember you anymore. “I used to visit you and your brother! We even used to play in the flowers near your house!”

You explain, but the look in his eyes never changed and his lips stayed in a straight line. “I don’t remember meeting anyone like you.”

But you did not waver. Almost three years--and he’d just forget about you? “But we used to be so close--we’d even hide from Yuichiro--”

You could not finish your sentence as he cut you off.

“Just because you became a hashira does not mean you can pretend to know me,” There was a sound of distaste in his voice. “I, particularly, do not care about the others. But if you play with my memories again, I assure you, you will create an enemy out of me,”

There was only silence as he stared you down. Almost the same age, but you could tell he was much more powerful than you. He was even confident enough to doubt your abilities as a hashira.

“What happened to you?”

He looked at you in distaste. “What do you mean by that?”

“You used to be so sweet and gentle, you’d even try to braid my hair!” Recounting the memories brought back happiness and sadness for you. “But you changed. You’re no longer warm, you’re just… indifferent,”

If he was the same Muichiro, he would have cried at your comments and apologized. But it was clear that he was not the same. “What about it?”

Every word he said struck a blow to your already weakening heart. There was no way he’d forget the time you comforted him because of the death of his parents. There was no way he’d forget about the time you helped him get wood and taught him how to cook rice. There was no way he’d forget about the promise you made to each other--that you’d protect and be together always.

You grabbed the sleeves of his black uniform. Hands shaking at the thought that such a dear friend would just lose all memories of you so abruptly.

“Come on, Muichiro, stop joking around--it’s not funny anymore!” That’s right, he had never been the funny type. This sick joke he was playing had already run long enough. It was time to give it up. “You’re the only one left from my past… I just… I can’t lose you again,”

Slight concern showed up in his expression, but he immediately changed it to one of anger and offense.

“If you really cared about me, you’d stop babbling about this nonsense and go do your job as a hashira,” He moved his arms away and turned away from you. “I have better things to do than deal with your lies,”

At this point, you had dealt with so much hardships, trying not to die everyday. This is what you get from the universe? A childhood friend that won’t even try to remember you? You gritted your teeth and curled your hands into fists. If that was what he wanted, then that was what he got.

“Fine, Tokito.” You said, warmth that you willingly gave him, lost now. “I’ll go and do my job as a hashira,”

With that, you left.

Muichiro cursed himself as he watched your figure fade away into the distance.

Those desperate and pleading eyes were familiar to him. He had seen them in a dream once. It was only a dream, he tried to reason with himself. But he could not ignore the guilt that gnawed at him inside.

He could not dwell on it for long, as he still had his own worries. He headed in the opposite direction, quick to find a guide to take him to the swordsmith village.

You wandered in the woods for the longest time. It was the only way you could calm yourself down. You were not sure yourself just how long you had been walking. Had it been days? Or had it been mere hours? All you knew was the anger that built up inside you.

The crow that had been assigned to you sat on your shoulder, berating you to go do your mission. But you were too tired and unfeeling to do anything. Was this how Muichiro felt? Empty and hollow. Even if you did ask him, you doubt he’d ever face you again after that encounter.

Perhaps it was foolish of you. After all, you were only invited there because Ubuyashiki wanted you to become a hashira. You were not there to re-spark friendships that had faded over the years. After all, what was the reason you even became a demon slayer in the first place?

Right. It all came back to him. To honor his brother and his memory. But even he did not seem to acknowledge it.

You sigh. Were you ever going to have a break?

It seemed not, as you heard rustling behind you. Maybe a normal Mizunoto-ranked slayer would not hear that, but after two years of fighting against demons, you had known their techniques.

You turned behind you and saw a man in a kimono. Was he a samurai? He held a sword in his hands and he was about to sheath it. You could not see his face, as the moon provided little light. Once you saw that he was not a demon, you relaxed.

“Don’t worry, sir, I am not a demon,” You show your sword to him. “You can let go of your own sword,”

“That’s too bad,” As he stepped forward, you could feel your stomach drop. “Because I am one.”

Three sets of eyes showed itself to you. The middle part, you could see that it spelled out ‘Upper Moon One’. There were red markings on his face and neck, and you almost felt your life flash before you.

You take out your own sword and hold it up against him. “What are you doing here?!”

You ask, desperate to stall him and to find a way out of this. It was clear that luck was not on your side today. Your own childhood friend dismissed you, and now? One of the most powerful demons had popped out of nowhere! Talk about misfortune!

“I could ask the same thing to you,” He said, as he slowly took his own sword out. “But let me humor you--I was simply practicing my breaths,”

Breaths? There was a demon who knew how to use them?

Before he could make a stance, you rushed to cut him up. You had to strike him and keep the element of surprise. A bright light came from your sword as you sliced the arm that held the hilt of his sword, flames following the cold metal. Then, you jump backwards, waiting to see what would happen. Your eyes widened as his arm was still intact.

“A flame breath user?” He chuckled slowly, a feat that you could not enjoy. “I see his own technique worsened over the generations,”

Then, he took a stance, and in a flash, he was in front of you. “I guess I can give you a bit of credit, as you are still young,”

You try to dodge him, but his own breath disoriented you. Inconsistent crescent moons came from his sword and some had cut against the uniform you wore. You grunt as you feel wounds open up from his attack. But you had no time to rest, as you quickly used his closeness to attack. Flames came out of your sword again, and you target his hand again. It comes off clean, but you see that he regenerates again.

“My brother’s sun breath burned worse than that.” He remarks, and you knew that you were never going to defeat alone.

Turning away from him you hurry and run through the woods. You did not care if what you were doing was cowardly. The difference in strength was crystal clear.

“Running away? And you call yourself a swordsman?”

It was all you could do. Your luck had finally run out, and you knew that you’d die if even for a second, you faltered. Not when you still had a hundred more things to accomplish!

You breathe in and out, navigating the dark forest. You needed to live. If you could just see Muichiro one last time, you’d forgive him.

Muichiro wakes up in the Butterfly estate. He doesn’t really know why he’s here, nor how he got here, all he remembers is the masked faces of the swordsmiths he protected in the village.

Right… the village! He gets up, but he feels pain everywhere in his body. That was a huge mistake, so he lies back down again, and slowly raises himself up, grunting at the pain. In the same room, he sees other beds that are occupied by familiar faces. Kanroji Misturi, Kamado Tanjiro, and a few injured swordsmiths caught in the action.

But someone else that he hadn’t seen that day is also there. She’s covered in numerous bandages, and a worker is sitting near her, looking over her. He can tell that she’s in critical condition. The worker near her hears him groaning and he rushes over to him.

“Tokito-dono, it’d be wise to lay down--your wounds aren’t fully healed yet!”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s fine, I’ve gone through worse,”

Muichiro’s eyes can’t stop being drawn to the figure on the bed. “Say, can I ask who that person is?”

The worker follows where Muichiro is pointing, and sighs out of concern. “That’s the new Flame Pillar, _____-dono,”

You? He can’t hide his shock. Before he lost consciousness, he saw all the memories you claimed to have with him. Each and everyone of them he relived, and he could feel embarrassment and regret building up inside of him. He suddenly gets up from his bed and in the blink of an eye, he’s by your side.

The wounds that he had, he ignored. There was nothing else more important at the moment!

“What happened to her?” He asks in a frantic tone. The worker is a second too late, and Muichiro asks again, with more venom in his voice. “What happened?”

The worker stammers, but the words finally come out of his mouth. “She encountered the Upper Moon demon alone in the woods… and well, she’d been in recovery for almost a week now,”

A week… So while he was journeying to the swordsmith village, you were fighting for your life? He felt like an idiot. The last time you spoke, he talked down on you. He looked at your pained expression, and he could tell that you were in immense pain right now.

“Tell me everything--how was she found?”

He had to know.

“Her crow escaped as she was battling the demon and told near demon slayers near her. Thankfully, Himejima-dono was praying in a temple nearby and was able to save her,” The worker’s voice trembled. He was afraid that Muichiro’s anger would turn towards him. “When she got here, she had numerous slashes and her heart stopped for a minute...”

Muichiro looks at the worker in alarm. But he already had a response to this. “Don’t worry! Thanks to Kocho-dono, she survived that. Now, it’s all up to her if she’s able to wake up,”

“I see…”

Shakily, Muichiro reaches for your hand. There’s a slight hesitation in him, but he whispers, so only you can hear it.

“I’m sorry.”

He can’t believe that he could not remember who you were! The one who was always there to protect him from his brother, the one who was able to make him smile during hard times, and the one who he promised eternity with.

He was not entirely sure if you were going to survive this. If you had encountered the demon that was second to Kibutsuji Muzan in terms of power, he could only pray to the gods that you’d be able to pull through.

The worker excuses himself. He sees the intimate moment happening in front of him, and he respects the both of you.

“I swear I’ll never let you go again. Just please…” Muichiro feels tears well up in his eyes. He is not able to stop them. His voice cracks multiple times and he grips your hand tightly. “Please wake up, ___…”

Your hand twitches in his, and he feels his heart skip a beat.

“You’ve always been a crybaby,” You croak out. Your head is throbbing, and your throat is dry. “I guess not everything about you has changed,”

He rushes to get a glass of water and hands it to you. Then, he makes sure that you are able to sit properly. Wiping his tears away, he looks at you. “I was so scared,”

“You clearly haven’t met the Upper Moon demon, then,” You muse, and Muichiro is not able to complain as he is just so happy that you are actually sitting and talking to him again!

“I regained my memories a few days ago…” He confesses, and he turns his gaze to the ground. “I apologize… for what I said to you. I didn’t mean it. In fact…”

He trails off, and his cheeks take on a light color of pink. “You’re the best thing I have in life right now,”

You also blush from his comment, but you had to ask him. “Why did you just suddenly disappear all those years ago? Why was Yuichiro dead?”

He tells you the story of how a demon had attacked the both of them, and how his memories disappeared from him after. “I forgot about everything after that… I’m sorry that I left without a word,”

“I… I understand,” Muichiro thinks that you’ll tell him to get out of your face. He expects that you’re disappointed in him for thinking that you’d forgive him so easily after he insulted you, until you speak up. “Before I actually lost consciousness, my last thoughts were forgiving you. lt’s in the past, isn’t it?”

It might have been the crazy amount of medicine that you were on at the moment, but you turned bold. You gestured for him to come closer, and you kissed his cheek. “All that matters right now is the present, Muichiro,”

He smiles at this and kisses your hand multiple times. “Then I’m ready to fulfill my promise of staying with you forever,”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You felt warmth spread throughout your body. You both will be alright, as long as you have each other to depend on. All the obstacles and hardships you encountered at the start seemed worth it, if you found Muichiro in the end.

Luck really did end up being on your side.

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fanficfeeling · 5 years ago

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Worth It - Jealous!Jaskier x Reader

A/N: I'm SO sorry this took so much longer then I said it would. I got very excited to write it, and then the rough draft had a lot of problems, and it totally got away from me... it was a journey. But I'm very happy with the end result, and I hope you are as well! That's the last time I make promises I can't keep, promise!

Request: Hey! I have a request for Jaskier x reader (and maybe a little Geralt x reader) where Jaskier is jealous of how close the reader and Geralt are, and finally expresses his feelings for the reader (For Anon)

Warnings: Jealousy. If you spot something else you want tagged, please let me know!

Word Count: 2,153

Requests are OPEN

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Jaskier watched as his best friend and the love of his life began to spar in this forest clearing, and it was all he could do to hope his distress wasn't too terribly obvious. Of course, he had no real right to be upset. Y/N wanted to learn to fight beyond the basics of what she knew and Geralt was the best teacher she could have, but it hadn't occurred to Jaskier just how physical an activity sparring can be. He watched the sweat that dripped off your mischievously grinning form as your face got far closer to Geralt's then he thought he'd ever have to see.

He leaned back against a tree and sighed, attempting to get the raging jealousy out of his system before you were done. He didn't need you to know he was jealous - he didn't exactly have a right to be, you weren't WITH him, after all - and the last thing he wanted was to let the cat out of the bag before he was ready. He'd come close to accidentally telling you how much he loves you before, and the fright it gave him every time to think that you would learn his feelings and reject him on the spot - eliminating his chance forever - was enough to let him know just how dear you really are to him.

Attempting to swallow his pride, Jaskier tried to pick up his lute to focus on something else--ANYTHING else--and put the thought of you out of his mind, no matter how impossible that seemed to be.

You had been growing especially close to Geralt recently since joining this duo on their travels. A part of you knew Jaskier wasn't fond of it, although you couldn't imagine why. He often claimed Geralt was his best friend, and you figured he would appreciate it if you got to know him. Yet it's seemed to drive him absolutely up the wall when you spent time alone with Geralt. Perhaps he felt left out? Nevertheless, while it upset you to think Jaskier felt abandoned, you figured that wasn't very likely the case – his self confidence would never permit it – and you were having far too much fun getting to know Geralt to let something so unlikely stop you.

When you first asked Geralt to teach you how to fight better, you'd done it because Jaskier always told you he'd feel better if he didn't have to worry that you'd gotten hurt all the time. What better teacher could you have then a Witcher?, you'd thought, and hoped Jaskier would stop making rude faces at Geralt's back when you spent time with him. Now, however, you couldn't care less – you were having far too much fun with the Witcher to ponder why Jaskier could be acting so out of character.

As Geralt swings his massive sword at your torso, you narrowly dodge, swinging your body outwards and attempting to bring your sword back at him, which he easily pushes away with his own. He brings it up to point the end of the blade at you.

"That may work against rogue bandits, but you'll face far worse than that in the woods, and that definitely won't work against me. "

"Are you something far worse to face than a bandit, then?" Before he could answer, you swing your sword towards his hands, hoping to startle him into dropping his blade, but he simply maneuvers to block your move. He presses towards you, against your sword, forcing you to try to push him off, but he's far too strong for that.

When he gets close enough to you, he spoke softly, "Absolutely. "

You once again swing your body out to the side, briefly causing him to stumble forward, and move the tip of your sword against his side.

"On the contrary, Geralt. I think you wouldn't feign to hurt me. Couldn't bring yourself to if you tried." Word choice was important there, because as much as you know he would never want to, you are well aware he always possesses the ability.

With your blade poised to make a nasty gash in his torso, you're sure he will call this round, if for no other reason then to bid you this one small victory of wits. You may barely make a dent, but he is vulnerable, and you'd made a good point – and before you even register what was happening, you're flat on your back in the dirt, Geralt's sword at your throat. He stands above you, looming, with a smirk on his face.

"I may not be able to bring myself to hurt you, but others can – and will. Never underestimate your opponent. "

"So you admit you have a soft spot for me?"

"I didn't say that. But maybe I do." He tilts the blade away from your throat, and offers a hand to you to help you up. You take it, begrudgingly.

As you stand and scowl at Geralt, receiving a smile in return, you notice he doesn't let go of your hand for a moment, and you briefly wonder if there could be anything there. No, you quickly decide, you know enough to understand that he didn't see romance in his cards, and when you feel no disappointment upon realizing that, you figure it's for the best. Doesn't feel right, anyway.

Next, a new thought hits you: could Jaskier be jealous? No, that would be absurd. Jealous of who? Of Geralt, taking your time? Not a chance, he would have no reason to feel that way. Of you, taking Geralt's time? You feel your heart squeeze tightly at the thought. You never wished to make him upset.

You tell Geralt quickly that you're quite tired, and think you should call it a day on the sparring. He agrees well enough, happy that you're honoring your limits while training, and when he goes to begin his own new activity, you rush to where Jaskier had placed himself for the afternoon.

You can't help but admire him as you approach. He sits, his back against a tree, relaxed, strumming his lute softly. He sings a song you've never heard before - you wonder if it's new? - and a small bit of sunlight breaks through the trees, hitting his face softly. You wonder if it's annoying him. His voice is enchanting, as it always seems to be, and once again you wonder briefly how everything he sings can sound simultaneously like the most heart-wrenching lullaby and the most awe-inspiring jig.

It isn't until he looks up at you that you realize you're standing directly in front of him now, and you give him a soft smile.

"Another breathtaking song, Jaskier."

He looks down at his instrument once more, and you can't fathom why he seems so... resigned.

"I'm honored you like it, but it's not something I plan to play again anytime soon."

"Why is that?"

"It was written out of... frustration, an energy I'd rather not make a habit of putting into my work."

You move to sit down next to him. You swear he moves away a fraction, and you feel your heart break just a little.

Could I be the cause of his frustration?

"I hope that isn't becoming a regular occurrence, then."

"On the contrary, it's frustrating in and of itself how often negative emotions are ending up fueling my songs lately." He shoots you a wry smile.

"Can I ask what the source of your frustration is?"

He seems to contemplate this for a long moment, and you hold your breath the entire time.

"Myself, I think." He finally seems to admit, solemnly.

"What do you have to be frustrated about? You're..." You trail off, realizing you were about to call him wonderful, and it suddenly occurs to you why the idea of disappointing him seems so heartbreaking.

Oh. Oh, no.

He doesn't seem to catch your hesitation.

"It's silly, really. I just think I'm feeling things I'm not meant to be feeling, and it's driving me crazy to think that I can't, or shouldn't, do anything about it."

"There's no such thing as a feeling you shouldn't be feeling, and this is exceptionally uncharacteristic of you. Whatever it is that you wish you weren't feeling is happening for a reason, you of all people should know that. Even if you can't do anything about it, maybe you should talk it through with someone? I'm here to listen, if you need."

You watch as panic flits across his face, "No! No, no, I can't do that."

"Why not? It's healthy to talk things through-"

"Yes, but not with you-"

"Why not me?"

"Because you're..." His frustration seems to build as he trails off, like he doesn't even know what he really meant to say.

"I'm what?" You ask softly, not sure you really want to know the answer.

"You're part of the problem!" He yells, and you're so sure your heart stops beating that you don't notice the immediate, palpable regret he feels.

"No, you're not a problem, it doesn't even really have to do with anything you're doing, it's all me-"

"Is this about all the time I'm spending with Geralt?" It's Jaskier's turn to feel his heart stop, and for a brief but seemingly infinite period of time, he's so sure you know.

"All the- why would you?-"

"I'm sorry. I never meant to take up so much of his time. I'll stop, if you ask, I never intended to third wheel your friendship!"

"Third wheel? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about feeling absolutely awful about spending too much time with your best friend and stealing him away from you! I'm so sorry- wait, what are *you* talking about, then?"

His relief is obvious as he all but screams, "I'm talking about being horribly jealous of Geralt because I'm madly in love you!"

"You're what?"

You're shocked when he doesn't clamp his hand over his own mouth, because for a moment, it seems like he's about to.

"That's... not what I meant to say. No, it is, I am! Just not right now! You weren't meant to find out this way! You weren't meant to find out... ever, honestly."

The thought had never occurred to you. That he might feel this way about you, or even that you might feel that way about him. Why would it? How could you? But now, knowing this, piecing it all together in hindsight... how could you not?

When you anchor yourself back in your body again, he's still rambling. He still seems terrified. But you? You can't think of a moment where you've ever been happier, and you know right then and there you will never view that sweet bard the same way again.

"Jaskier."

"If you're going to tell me to get away from you, don't say anything, I don't think I can handle it."

"I'm not going to say that."

"Well what else could you possibly have to say? I'm sorry, this was never meant to happen-"

When you hug him, he doesn't know what to do. He's totally at a loss. He finds himself wrapping his arms around you anyway, and he quickly finds it's his favorite feeling he's ever known.

"Jaskier, I never expected this, it's true, but I'm not unhappy. Give me a little bit of time to get used to the idea, but I think I can quickly, confidently come to say that I feel the same for you."

Years worth of relief wash over him. Before he can process much at all, he asks, "Can I kiss you?"

He didn't think he could be anymore surprised today, but when you kiss him without answering? That takes the prize for top surprise of the evening. He retracts his earlier revelation; THIS is his new favorite feeling.

When you try to pull away, he chases you, if just to keep it going for a few more seconds, causing you to laugh against his lips. You have to put a hand on his shoulder, firmly, to get him to stop, but you rest your forehead against his once he does.

"I have to breathe, you know."

"What does breath matter when you could be kissing me instead?" You give him a playful shove as you laugh once more.

"Back to being a smart-ass, are we?"

"Would you have me any other way?"

"I can't say that I would. I'm quite relieved, in fact. Hopefully this means we're past the jealous mood swings?"

"Mood swings? I never had mood swings, and I was never jealous!"

"That's not what I recall you saying a few minutes ago."

"It was a big moment, memory can be shoddy-"

"I take it back, I wish you were less of a smart-ass."

"No you don't."

"Of course I don't. I do love you, after all."

"WORTH IT!"

#jaskier x reader #reader x jaskier #jaskier #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #reader x geralt #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher #fluff #jealousy #the witcher netflix #julian alfred pankratz #geralt of rivia #jaskier x y/n #jaskier x you #geralt x y/n #geralt x you #sfw #mine

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ickle-ronniekins · 5 years ago

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sparks, fred x reader

request: from anon: I will literally take all the Fred you can write!!! I love George but Fred is definitely my fav. How about some protective Fred? If that’s okay? I don’t mind why. Maybe blood status or whatever you fancy? Thank you so much! | protective fred weasley is such a f u c k i n g weakness

prompt(s): none

warning(s): umbridge being a bitch maybe?

A/N: i rewrote this like eight fucking times what the hell is wrong with me i have major writer’s block u g h

Fred Weasley was normally not an overly protective person.

He was carefree and wild and truthfully, he didn’t take too much too seriously. But sometimes, he just couldn’t help it—especially when it came to you.

But you didn’t mind, really. In fact, it was kind of a turn on.

“Fine, I’ll give you this one,” Fred said to you you as you snuggled closer to him in the middle of the abandoned corridor one evening, “but only because it was bloody brilliant using the tickling charm on Georgie in Transfiguration.”

You brushed your bangs out of your eyes. “Poor bloke had not a clue what was going on,” you giggled, pulling on Fred’s tie and bringing him closer to you. “So that puts me at...eight? Sorry, darling, you’ve got some catching up to do if you want to win this prank war.”

Placing a hand at the nape of your neck and brushing his thumb against your cheek, Fred replied, “If you weren’t so damn beautiful I’d fight you on it.”

His lips found yours and moved slowly and in sync. You were almost certain he was going to pull you into an empty classroom at any moment. You felt him smile against you and your insides went warm, when suddenly you heard a sickeningly sweet and annoying giggle from the other end of the corridor.

Sparks broke the two of you apart, slamming you into the wall behind you. You were rubbing the back of your head before you’d even recognized what had happened, and suddenly, Fred was yelling and running at the woman in front of him.

You watched him in horror and grabbed his robe sleeve. “Freddie, don’t!”

“How dare you—”

“How dare I, Mr. Weasley?” Umbridge’s voice bounced off of the walls as Fred wrapped his arms around you. “There will be none of that at my school, you should be ashamed—”

Fred scoffed. “You just threw my girlfriend into a bloody wall! She could’ve been hurt!”

With a smile so fake, Umbridge just replied, “She deserved more for what she did.”

As Umbridge walked towards you both, prepared to drag the two of you by your ears to her office, no doubt, Fred tugged you in the other directly when McGonagall rounded the corner and fell upon the scene. From the anger in her eyes, she’d clearly seen something. Relief flooded your body when she began scolding Umbridge and motioned for the two of you to get away, and quickly.

You climbed through the portrait hole and set your bags down next to an armchair. When you sunk into one, you rubbed the back of your head again, and Fred placed his hand on your knee. You thought you could hear his heart pounding as you watched the very quick rise and fall of his chest. “Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital wing? That woman, she’s vile, she is—I can’t believe she did that—I reckon McGonagall’s going to give her an earful...I swear, if she’d hadn’t’ve shown up, I would’ve done some damage to old toad face—”

At this, you just laughed, bringing a hand to Fred’s neck.

“You’re mad,” you told him, admiration in your voice.

He softened, color flooding his cheeks. “For you, I am.”

A silence fell over the two of you as he ran his hand through your hair. Finally, you told him softly, “I’m okay, Freddie.”

He let his head fall into his hands and took a deep breath before rubbing his eyes and looking at you again. “I know,” he told you, “I’m sorry, love, I just can’t stand to see anyone hurt you. I mean, I’m supposed to keep you from getting hurt.”

You placed a kiss to his cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you for always looking out for me.” He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder. “Besides,” you continued, playing absentmindedly with his hair, “it’s kind of hot when you get all protective.”

A smirk tugged at the edges of his lips. His eyes sparkled when he looked at you now.

“Yeah?” he asked, pulling you closer to him. There were sparks between the two of you again, but nothing like the ones from before. His lips gently brushed yours before he asked you, teasing you slightly, “Well let’s finish what we started then.”

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reblogs + feedback are always appreciated! :)

#fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #fred and george weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley reader insert #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagine #hp imagine #hp fanfiction

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junsongs · 4 years ago

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Big Brother Astrology - Week 3

@girlsgeneration @candicestewart @rennyforpresident @nerdphobic @marcdjr00 @shaolinbynature @transpokenerd @starlessed @jaysar @kaysarswhore @cirie-sandra-michaela @shellipoole

“In a vote of 4 to 4, that is a tie, Pisces, as HoH you must make the final decision on who to evict.”

“I have to do what I believe is best for my game, I vote to evict Capricorn.”

“Capricorn you have been evicted from the Big Brother Astrology House.”

Pisces watches carefully as Capricorn’s picture fades, hoping she made the right decision in keeping Sagittarius, but looks forward to the new week. Sagittarius thanks Pisces for keeping her safe, vowing that she won’t regret keeping her.

The HoH competition comes quickly. Leo and Virgo both feeling they are in good positions in the house, attempt to throw the competition, though Leo is does a poor job of hiding it, not even trying to look like he is hitting the buzzer, most of the other houseguests catch onto this.

The competition is close throughout the game with multiple houseguests gunning to win, and for a long time it is anyone’s game, but it quickly comes down to three Gemini, Taurus, and Sagittarius who quickly pull ahead in terms of points.

However it seems like Taurus falls slightly behind the other two and ends up third.

At the last question, Gemini and Sagittarius are tied, and as close allies, trying to make their alliance less obvious, both attempt to outbuzz each other

But ultimately it was Gemini who buzzed faster

Gemini cheers in excitement, and Pisces tries to seem congratulatory toward him while passing the HoH key over, but she can’t help but worry about what may come given she nominated Gemini’s number one ally. However, Pisces does still hope that Sagittarius was true to her word, and that that would hopefully keep Gemini at bay.

Before nominations, the day after the HoH, Scorpio wakes up to a grateful message and it seems like Virgo, similarly to Aries the week previous, forgot to turn on anon.

Because of this Scorpio is in a cranky mood all day.

However, her fellow houseguests are much more empathetic toward her this time due to Virgo sending that hateful message, especially the current HoH, Gemini, who got sent hate by Aries the previous week.

After seeing Scorpio get the hate that he sent Gemini the week previous, Aries goes to speak to Gemini about nominations, understanding he could be an easy target for Gemini this week. However, he tries to convince Gemini that he isn’t a threat, and that he is sorry for his actions.

Gemini proposes that they secretly work together because no one would suspect it. He suggests that they could pretend to still hate and go after each other. Gemini does not outright say no, but seems very reluctant, and is personally unsure of how convincing it could be that they are “going after each other” if they never nominate each other.

Aries leaves the HoH room much more nervous about nominations than before.

Afterwards, Pisces goes to speak to Gemini and Sagittarius in the HoH room. When speaking to them, Pisces reveals that she knows they’re working together and attempts to blackmail them with the information she thinks she has.

Sagittarius and Gemini are taken aback by this. Pisces tries to convince them that they could work together going forward if they don’t go after her. Gemini agrees they could be good allies, unsure of how to respond to the blackmail. Pisces leaves happily, but Sagittarius stays a bit after encouraging Gemini to put Pisces up over Aries

After his conversation with Sagittarius and Pisces, Gemini becomes conflicted.

Pisces feels secure because of her conversation going into the nomination ceremony, she believes that Gemini, Sagittarius, and her will work together great going forward.

Gemini begins by getting to the point quickly. He first nominates Leo, he explains that Leo is a pawn, but he was uncomfortable with the fact that Leo so blatantly threw the HoH competition.

He then explains that Aries is an obvious choice for this nomination because of their issues the week before. Aries slumps down in his seat just before Gemini finishes what he is saying. He goes on to explain that he finds Pisces to be a much bigger threat, and that he thinks she directly went against his game when she refused to nominate Aries, leaving the nominations as Leo and Pisces.

Leo is extremely upset and believes Gemini’s comments are uncalled for. Pisces is especially shocked and begins tearing up because she thought she had been so convincing. Scorpio and Cancer, in solidarity with their fellow water sign stay back and comfort Pisces who sobs uncontrollably.

Seeing this Sagittarius immediately pulls Pisces into the HoH room with her and Gemini to calm Pisces down. She, along with Gemini, convinces Pisces that she is just a pawn to backdoor Aries who absolutely deserves to go home. Gemini insists that it was just a way to make the house think they aren’t working together.

Pisces is relieved to hear this news.

In the veto selection, Gemini is anxious when Leo draws Aries, because he does not want Aries ruining his HoH. However, he is relieved when Sagittarius is drawn, as is Pisces.

The Veto competition begins.

The competition begins and at first Pisces and Aries are neck and neck for first. Aries wants to veto so he doesn’t have a chance to be nominated if it is used. Pisces is happy to try and fulfill Gemini’s plan. However, Pisces quickly tires herself out due to residual exhaustion from crying so much.

Scorpio tries to throw the competition, and while she doesn’t try to throw the competition, Sagittarius is not gunning for the veto either.

Aries falls soon falls behind Leo and Gemini after slipping off his beam a couple times.

Leo and Gemini are neck and both grabbing their last blocks at the same time. They bot try to walk quickly, however, in walking fast Leo falls, giving Gemini a chance to get his last block across the beam.

With that Gemini wins the Power of Veto. Pisces is excited and Aries is wary that he may be the actual target in seeing Pisces so excited. Leo is still fairly confident that he is not a threat compared to Pisces or Aries who he thinks Gemini is actually going after.

Before the veto ceremony Pisces goes to the storage closet with Gemini excited. She confirms with Gemini that their plan is still going ahead.

The veto ceremony begins.

Leo states that he is a loyal player to anyone who is loyal to him, and that Gemini using the veto would be a show of loyalty, despite initially nominating him. Leo also says that he is not a threat in this game.

Pisces boasts that she is also loyal, and due to her dislike for much of the house willing to work with those who help her first. She says that she could benefit Gemini’s game if he uses the veto on her.

Gemini stands still for a second considering his next move. Without a word, he puts the veto in the box and closes the box.

This leaves the final nominees of the week as Leo and Pisces.

Leo is slightly upset and unsure. Pisces smiles widely in anger as she sits in the nomination chair for several minutes after the ceremony.

Gemini begins trying to convince the houseguests to vote out Pisces as she is a wildcard and a much bigger threat. Pisces goes and cries in her bed, where Cancer finds her and comforts her yet again.

Pisces explains that Sagittarius and Gemini convinced her they would use the veto on her to backdoor Aries. Cancer takes this opportunity to instigate drama in the house. He hypes up Pisces anger toward Sagittarius and Gemini until Pisces says that she might as well quit before they vote her out. Feeling as though he made Pisces angry enough, Cancer leaves her to boil over by herself.

From the HoH room Gemini hears Pisces cry screaming that she’ll self-evict before they can vote her out.

Gemini tries to stay cool so the house stays on his side. Pisces off and on continues to blow up and yell at her fellow houseguests, which rubs everyone the wrong way. Gemini manages to stay calm through all the blowups leading up to HoH.

As the eviction begins Leo and Pisces give speeches as to why they should stay. Leo says that he is much less of a threat than Pisces.

Pisces, seemingly in a much calmer mood than earlier in the day and the week, gives a long speech. She explains that while her blowups in the house may have been annoying, they sealed her fate. She will never win this game, but she hopes that players who feel unestablished in the house keep her so she can be a shield for them, so they don’t go home.

However, Pisces speech didn’t seem very convincing as everyone except virgo voted to evict her, due to her behavior but also the fact that she is a stronger player than leo. Virgo feels closer to Pisces but also decides it might be good to throw a pity vote her way.

Pisces is evicted and leaves the house strangely happy. Gemini is relieved he won’t have to be in the house with Pisces and also that she didn’t blow up his and Sagittarius’ game, not knowing she told Cancer everything she knew.

#bb22 #bbsim #bbastrology

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a-solitary-marshmallow · 4 years ago

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Do No Harm Take No Shit Chapter 6 - Smile, the World is Watching

So. I should begin by saying, I am truly an idiot. I forgot to post this chapter on Tumblr! The whole thing is in order on my AO3, but sorry to the people who got confused. And thanks to the anon who told me!

Anyway, back to our regularly scheduled program.

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The video started with a blur of concrete bricks – it shook for a moment before swinging up to catch Adrien’s face, flushed with exertion and eyes sparkling.

“Hey, Bugheads.” He said quickly as he appeared to be walking across the school gym. “This is for the Ladyblog, which a good friend of mine runs. I just saw Ladybug come overhead, I’m gonna ask her for an interview. Hang on a sec!”

The video blurred again, showing the wall this time as Adrien dashed towards the gym exit and rushed down the stairs. He slowed, though, lifting the camera to catch a glimpse of red and black dropping from the ceiling, down to where a single student was walking.

“Is that Lila?” Adrien’s muffled voice came over the sound of Lila’s surprised yelp, as Ladybug landed directly in front of her in the deserted schoolyard. “I don’t wanna interrupt bestie time so maybe next time, Bugheads-”

“You need to stop.” Ladybug’s voice rang cool and clear across the silent schoolyard. Adrien stepped awkwardly sideways to duck mostly behind the fence and keep out of sight.

“Stop what?” Lila responded sweetly, but Ladybug wasn’t having a bar of it. She folded her arms.

“Your lying. This has gone too far.”

And now Lila leaned back and folded her arms too, mirroring Ladybug’s stance. Her voice came light and sarcastic. “I’m not hurting anyone.”

“Another lie.” Ladybug said in a low voice. Behind the camera, Adrien made a small squeaking sound. Luckily neither girl noticed. Lila tipped her head.

“Oh, so you know about the Marinette girl?”

“You lied about knowing me.” Ladybug said witheringly. “That was understandable. But a source at the school tells me it runs deeper than that. That you committed truancy, that you put your mother’s job as an ambassador at risk by claiming to have gone on extravagant trips that could have her arrested for embezzlement, or fired at the least. That you don’t run any of the charities that you say you do, and the money your classmates give you goes into your own pocket. That you fake injuries to get out of crucial schoolwork.” Lila stepped forward to speak but Ladybug cut her off. “And now tripping a classmate down the stairs. Do you know you could have killed her?”

Lila laughed nastily. “It would have served her right.”

Adrien made another sound low in his threat. Even Ladybug seemed to flinch, and Lila stepped forward.

“It’s almost too easy, you know. The people at this school are so idiotic, they didn’t even fact check me when I started with my unbelievable claims. So why should I ‘stop’ anything? It’s their fault for believing me. They could have stopped me on day one by listening to that annoying do-gooder Marinette. If you want to blame anyone, blame them.”

Ladybug clenched her fists. “Miss Rossi, you have been manipulating your classmates and caused a girl to be injured, and this will not stand. I want you to go to the Ladyblogger and record a formal apology video, delete your previous videos claiming to be my friend, set the record straight with your classmates and any other family members you have deceived, and repay any money they have given you under the impression it was going to a charity. You will also apologize to the girl you injured and pay compensation. Do you understand me?”

Lila laughed again. “What are you going to do about it, Ladybug? Hurt me? Remember, you’re a hero. It wouldn’t do your reputation much good to have injured a poor, innocent girl!” Lila struck a damsel in distress pose. “A rift in friendship that turned to violence. I’m sure Alya would close down her Ladyblog. Oh – or!” She perked up with another idea. “Maybe Chat Noir attacked me. He’s always looked a bit shifty to me, don’t you think?”

Ladybug stepped forward, vibrating with barely concealed rage. “Do not spread lies about my partner, Miss Rossi, or you will find yourself in deep trouble, do you understand me?” The ferocity in her tone made Adrien step back with a faint rustling sound. Lila only tipped her head.

“You may be a superhero, but you don’t get to tell me what to do. Not when I have Hawkmoth on my side. Remember, next time I get an acouma, I can destroy you just like I destroyed Marinette. So don’t get in my way.” She gave a saccharine giggle. “Okay? Good talk.”

Lila went to walk past Ladybug, only to have an arm shoot out and block her path. Lila recoiled slightly and quickly tried to pass it off as brushing invisible lint off her clothes. Ladybug met her eyes coolly.

“You should watch yourself, Miss Rossi. Hawkmoth uses people. Whatever arrangement you think you have with him, he will use you to get what he wants and then he will stab you in the back.”

“Thanks for the concern.” Lila’s voice dripped with sarcasm. She started walking again, and this time Ladybug did nothing to stop her. As Lila disappeared around the block Ladybug let out a sigh and flung her yo-yo up, disappearing in a red and black blur as quickly as she’d arrived.

The camera rustled as Adrien stood there silently from a few seconds. Then he lifted the camera up to his white face and cleared his throat. His eyes were huge and he swallowed twice before he could speak.

“Uhhhhh. So, that happened. I think – um – I should probably tell someone about this?” He glanced away quickly as a voice called out his name. “I gotta go, see you later Bugheads.”

As the video cut off, the class dissolved into shouts.

Adrien stared, trying not to grin at the sheer and utter chaos he had inflicted upon his classmates. Nino sat stunned. Nathaniel cringed away from Lila, his desk partner, who was frozen in her seat. Rose jumped up and clung to Juleka, who glared at the offending liar. Max tapped frantically on his calculator. Alya stood up and yelled over the shocked murmuring.

“YOU HURT MARINETTE?”

Surprisingly, Chloe had the strongest reaction of all. She spun in her seat and started shrieking like a banshee, nearly toppling over her chair and instead grabbing Sabrina for support as she leaned over the desk behind her. Her high-pitched screams drowned out the cacophony of voices and chairs scraping back.

“I fucking knew it! Ladybug would never be friends with a little shit like you! Come here and I’ll wring your scrawny neck for dirtying her name you no-good bitch!”

Sabrina yelped and grabbed Chloe around the waist to prevent the incensed girl from charging up the stairs and throttling Lila herself. Marinette met Adrien’s eyes with a shocked look. He raised his eyebrows in agreement.

Ms. Bustier lifted her hands, calling out uselessly for silence. No one was having a bar of it. Adrien calmly retrieved his USB and started moving to take his seat next to Nino, pausing only as Marinette stood and darted forward to wrap him in a hug. Adrien squeezed her tight. When she pulled away her eyes gleamed, bright and hard like steel. It was a look he usually saw accompanied by a red and black mask. It suited her here, too.

And then Kim screeched, “Akuma!”

#dnhtns #ladybug #miraculous ladybug

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bnhabadass · 5 years ago

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could I request a Kirishima x reader where reader is Hawk's little sister with the same quirk and meeting Kiri his first instinct: "Ship name: Rock Solid Chicken!" and used to his shit they're like "Yeah yeah Hot Wings" (I ship hawksdabi I cannot lie)

Pairing: Kirishima x ReaderWarnings: Kinda angsty

A/N: I was not expecting this to turn out the way it did. Sorry, anon, if you just wanted some cute fluff (I promise there’s a happy ending). I’ve never written angst before it just sort of came out this way. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

“Are you sure you have everything?” your brother asked. “You’ve got your costume and all of your textbooks?”

“For the last time, Takami, I’m all set,” you laughed. “Stop being a worrisome little bitch and just let me go to school.”

The pro hero laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, giving you a nuggie in the process. You tried flapping your wings in an attempt to get away, but his grip was too strong. “Knock ‘em dead, tiger,” he said, finally letting you go.

You smiled and waved him off as you ran to UA campus. This is it, you thought. This is where I will become one of the greatest heros.

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“Class 1-a,” you said to yourself. “Where are you where are you where– Ouch!” You didn’t realize but had run into another student, one with a hardening quirk it seemed. When you ran into him it seemed to have startled him and he activated his quirk in self defense.

The boy turned around from the conversation he was having and looked down at you. “Oh crap I’m so sorry,” he said. He watched as you slowly brought your hand down from your nose, revealing it to be bruised and bloody.

“It’s fine,” you said, not realizing how bad the situation actually was. “Does it look bad?” You looked up at the boy, whose eyes sunk back at the sight in front of him.

“Looks...fine,” he said, although you could tell he was lying by the look on the person’s face he was talking to earlier. The blonde boy was shaking his head vigorously signifying that no, it did not look fine. “Why don’t I walk you to recovery girl’s office.”

You nodded and walked with the red head. “I’m Kirishima by the way,” he said.

“(L/n).” Your hand was cupped under your nose in order to catch any blood. Your wings started to twitch as the pain from your nose finally began to sink in.

“Sorry for asking this, I mean you probably get it a lot, but are you related to the number three pro hero Hawks?” Kirishima had the look of ebullience spread across his face.

You laughed a little, but pulled back as that made the pain worse. “Yeah I do get that a lot,” you said. “He’s actually my older brother.”

“No way!” The excitement in Kirishima’s voice was unprecedented, cute almost. “What’s he like?”

You smiled. You knew you would be bombarded with questions about the hero which you were not looking forward to. But this was not what you expected. You supposed you could handle one-on-one questions about your brother. “Well I’m a little biased because he can be super annoying,” you said. “He’s like a worrying mother when it comes to me,” you said. “But he’s really determined when it comes to his hero work.”

“Awesome,” Kirishima said. His eyes were wide, like those of a puppy being shown a delicious treat. “So manly!”

From there on out, you and Kirishima became best friends. You ate lunch together, trained together, and he even convinced Bakugo to let you study with them. Kirishima was your partner in crime. The two of you were invincible if you stuck together.

You were at home, sprawled across the couch, texting Kirishima when Takami came into the living room. “Hey,” he said, making his way to the fridge for the leftover takeout from the night before. “How was school?”

But you didn’t hear him. You were smiling at your phone as you watched the typing symbol pop up, the three dots moving up and down.

Your brother frowned at you when you gave no response. He walked up to you and swiped the phone out of your hands.

“Hey!” You tried grabbing it back, but he was pushing your face away as he read the texts.

“Who is Kiri heart emoji?” he asked, showing you that cheesy grin he would give you whenever he knew he’d be able to embarrass you.

“H-he’s no one.” You pulled off two of your feathers and point them directly at him.

Your brother widened his eyes, impressed and a little flattered that you had been practicing one of his ultimate moves. “Alright alright,” he said, cautiously handing your phone back to you. But the smirk never left his face. “I won’t pry.”

You took the phone back, but found yourself disappointed when you saw the three dots in the typing bubble were still bouncing up and down. You continued staring until they stopped and your eyes widened, only to receive a laughing crying emoji seconds later.

Your disappointment didn’t go unnoticed by your brother. “You know,” he said. “I’m not telling you that you can’t date anyone.”

“Stop,” you said, not looking up.

“There’s nothing wrong with liking someone.”

“I don’t like him so stop, please.”

Your brother nodded at you but he knew you were lying. Not only to him but to yourself. And that lying to yourself went on for a while. It got to the point where you began actively avoiding Kirishima, just to prove a point.

“Did I do something wrong?” Kiri asked you one day.

“Not at all.” You refused to look up from the book you were pretending to read.

“Because I feel like we were becoming really close friends and now you’re ignoring me all of a sudden.” He went to scratch the back of his neck. “Did I say something?”

You felt your face get hot. You didn’t want to have this conversation. Not here, not now, not ever. “You didn’t do anything.” Then you stood up and left, not realizing how heartbroken you had left your best friend.

A month went by and you continued to avoid Kirishima like the plague, and by doing that, you ended up convincing yourself that you hated him. You wouldn’t speak to him or even look in his direction. After school you went straight over to your brother’s agency where you would continue training your quirk. You got strong. You trained outside of class almost as much as Midoriya did. And people could tell you had gotten stronger.

“(L/n) that was awesome!” You looked over and smiled at Uraraka, who was watching you train in Gym Gamma.

“Heh. Thanks.”

She handed you a towel and you wiped your face and under your arms with it. You hadn’t tried anything that rigorous in a while, so you were panting like a dog. You turned around after hearing the all too familiar voice of Bakugo yelling. “Hey shitty hair! Pay attention or I’m gonna blast you so far up in the air you’re not gonna remember your own name.”

You turned your head to face Kirishima, or “shitty hair” as Bakugo liked to call him. He was staring at you, watching you train.

“You know,” Uraraka said. You snapped your head to look at her. “He really misses you. You should talk to him about what happened.”

“Nothing happened,” you said. Your eyes averted to the ground and you fidgeted with the towel. You were still panting heavily.

“You can’t lie to me, (L/n),” Uraraka said. “I know that you have a huge crush on him and just refuse to admit it.”

“I don’t like him,” you snapped. “I hate him.” Your face began turning red. You truly despise him. At least you’d like to believe you do.

“Okay,” Uraraka said. “Let’s pretend you really hate him.”

“I do,” you snapped at her.

“Okay okay.” She shot her hands up defensively. “Why do you hate him?”

You were at a loss for words. Why do I hate him? “I just do.”

“But you two were best friends at the beginning of the school year. What happened to make you hate him like this?”

You paused, thinking about your words before speaking up. “I don’t know. He just...aggravates me so much. Like every time I look at him this pit forms in my stomach and I can’t stand it.” You clench your stomach with your hand and hunched over to sit on the gym floor. “It’s like he’s messing with my brain and I get all hot around him, and I can’t stand him for it.”

Uraraka looked at you, expecting you to continue. When you didn’t, she just laughed. “(L/n),” she said. “The way you feel around Kirishima is the way I feel around Deku.”

Your angry expression dropped. “Huh? But Midoriya is one of your best friends. Besides, I thought you had the hots for him.”

“Exactly!” She threw her arms up in the air for emphasis. “(L/n), have you ever had a crush on someone?”

You thought for a moment. Surely there was someone you’d liked in the past. But looking back, you couldn’t think of anyone. “I’m not sure I’ve ever liked anyone like that.”

“But you like Kirishima like that.” She gave you a cheeky smirk.

“No I don’t!” you all but shrieked. A couple people training looked over at you, but you paid them no mind. “Besides isn’t falling for someone supposed to be, i dunno, magical? I feel like absolute crap around him.”

“That’s the thing, though.” Uraraka looked down and smiled to herself, getting caught up in her own thoughts. “When you care about someone that much it can do weird things to you, and when you see them having fun with another person, that can make you feel crappy. That crappy feeling is jealousy.”

You turned back to look at Kirishima, who was laughing at something Bakugo said. You felt that pit form in your stomach again. “But I also feel this pit when he’s alone or even when he’s trying to talk or text me.”

Uraraka giggled again. “It’s not just jealousy. It’s a longing to be with them. It’s your mind telling you to go to them in a bizaar sort of way. Love is kind of stupid that way, but when you finally confess it’ll be like a weight off your chest.”

You thought about it for a second. “Does this mean you’re in love with Midoriya,” you asked. The same cheeky grin she gave your earlier spread across your own face as she turned even pinker than before.

“Love? No no love isn’t how I’d put it,” she said in a frantic manner. “Did I say love? I meant above like ahh look above. Haha yeah that!”

You laughed. She was so calm before and now she was a flustered mess. “It’s okay,” you said. “I promise I won’t tell.”

That got her to relax a little, but her face was still bright red.

You sighed and looked over at Kirishima, who was dodging Bakugo’s attacks. “If this is what love feels like I never want to be in love again.” Telling Uraraka made your stomach feel a bit lighter, but looking back at Kiri it was still there.

Uraraka stood up. “You should talk to him,” she said. “I guarantee it’ll make you feel better.”

It took a lot of convincing to get you to talk to him. After class you stayed in the bathroom for thirty minutes feeling like you were going to puke. When you finally convinced yourself to approach him you noticed it was raining; lightly, but it was still raining.

Your umbrella was large since you hated the feeling of having wet wings. But when you saw Kirishima sitting on a bench outside of campus you couldn’t care less about them. His legs were spread and he resting his elbows on his knees, head in hands as if he were contemplating something.

You walked over to him and stuck your umbrella out over his head, making him look up at you. There the two of you were, making intense eye contact that couldn’t be broken. You were the first one to speak. “I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole lately.” You looked down as that pit in your stomach came back. You tried to ignore it. “You’ve been nothing but kind to me since we started school here. I even thought of you as my best friend.”

The breath in Kirishima’s lungs hitched, but he didn’t interrupt you.

You continued looking down at your shoes, not having the courage to look back up at him. “I don’t deserve your friendship, but if we could start over and if you could give me a second chance I promise that I will do better.”

Kirishima let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He waited a few seconds before speaking up. “Why did you ignore me, though? It just feels like out of nowhere you started hating me and I don’t know why.”

You finally looked up at him. The soft tears flowing steadily from your eyes and down your cheeks made took him by surprise. “I never hated you,” you said. “I think I’m in love with you.”

His mouth was agape. He slowly stood up as you started to crumble down before him into a sobbing mess. He held you in his strong arms as you wept, apologizing over and over again. And he kept saying it’s alright even though you knew it wasn’t. The two of you stayed like that for a long time; too long to count. Your umbrella was long gone by now, having been blown away by the wind. The rain had picked up to a heavier pitter-patter on the sidewalk.

“(Y/n),” he said, looking down at you. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, as he had yet to answer your question. “I’ve thought about it for a while. And, I think I might be in love with you too.”

At that moment you let out the biggest sob you could imagine. It was more of a scream than anything. You thought you had let out all of the tears in your body, as for the last few minutes you were only letting out dry tears while making constipated looking faces in an attempt to cry. But in that moment you never felt so gross.

Kirishima held you closer and shifted his position so he was sitting on the bench and you were being cradled in his lap. When you had finally calmed down you never wanted to leave that position. Kiri’s lap was so comfortable. It made you feel so secure.

“Can you forgive me?” You asked. The back of your throat felt like it was on fire as it swelled with old tears and mucus. Your senses were logged with the overpowering smell of rain water.

“That depends,” Kirishima said, a smirk gracing his face. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You looked like you were about to cry again, but you didn’t. Instead you nodded your head vigorously, and Kirishima laughed. Neither of you had felt this happy in a very long time.

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Everyone was surprised the next day when you and Kirishima were talking with each other just like old times. It was almost like the last month never happened. All of your friends, except Uraraka of course, asked question after question. “Are you guys friends again?” and “What's up with you and Kirishima?” kept ringing through your ears. But everyone caught on to what was happening when the entire class walked in on you guys making out in the classroom when you thought they’d all be gone for a while.

You two were the power couple of your class. I mean, it helped that you were the only couple of your class, but the two of you were practically inseparable. You continued going strong throughout the rest of your first semester, and you got even stronger second semester.

That brings us to where you are today, lounging on the floor or Kirishima’s dorm room, flipping through a textbook you were barely skimming.

“Can I say something?” he said.

Your ears perked up. “What’s up?” You closed the textbook with a loud thud.

“The first day we met, you know when you told me Hawks is your brother...”

“You mean the day you accidentally broke my nose?” You laughed.

“Well I had this idea,” he said, purposely avoiding the fact that your first interaction was a particularly bloody one. “For a ship name.”

Your eyes widened and the smile on his face grew bigger. “Well don’t leave me hanging!” you said, and he laughed.

“Alright alright alright. Rock Solid Chicken.”

You blinked a few times, trying your hardest to ignore the fact that your brother eats chicken and other birds on a day to day basis. You burst out laughing. Not only because it was kind of ridiculous, but because you actually kind of liked it.

“What do you think?” Kiri looked like puppy.

“Yeah yeah, hot wings,” you said. “Alright, I’ll admit it’s pretty good.”

“Hot wings?” Kirishima asked.

Your face was already flushed from laughing so hard, but as he looked at you with a devilish smirk you could feel your cheeks grow hotter. “Hey,” you said. “I see it how it is.”

“In that case,” Kirishima stood up and hardened his skin. He flexed even harder, showing off his muscles. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

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