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blarrghe · 4 years ago

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“Wrapping arms around them when they make breakfast” Dorian x Anders, because I imagine Dorian has NEVER had a lover make him breakfast before (and Anders probably as a cat-shaped waffle iron)

Ok, as much as I love “his boyfriend makes him breakfast and it breaks Dorian” I also like, JUST did that over in my pavellan fic. It was very sweet and all, but consider: neither of these men are functional adults so who the hell is making breakfast? Still, got Anders his waffles. Anyway this directly sequels the last one again, because I’m using prompts to generate this story now I guess, and I’m really invested in this slow burn friends-to-lovers angsty mess now, so this got super long. I’m gonna start posting this as a series on AO3 I think -- also taking title suggestions XD. Thanks for dragging me into this hell :’) Here’s Breakfast:

He told himself that he was just coming along to keep an eye on him. A designated driver of sorts, just one without a car, or driver’s license, for that matter. He showed Dorian to the bar across the street and ordered himself a glass of water while Dorian asked for “the worst swill you have", with a rather large tip slapped on the bartop. He was handed something astringent smelling in a foggy glass, downed it in one quick backwards toss of his head — arching his neck, snapping back again with a shudder — and then he asked to have the bottle.

Dorian took two more shots before he spoke. “Did you know that there was an author, horror novelist, whose mother disapproved so wholly of her marriage that after she died, she and her husband took their revenge by having sex right on her grave?”

So. This was going to be an interesting evening. “I did know that, actually.” Anders said.

“I’m rather a fan of hers, of her work, I mean.” he took another shot, “and of her misbehaviours. Only, do you think it would be too gouache, seeing as it’s already been done?”

Anders coughed. “Because if it hadn’t been, it wouldn’t be?”

Dorian shrugged, and took a fourth shot. Maker, he’d finish the bottle within half an hour, at this rate.

“I’m a fan of hers too,” Anders attempted to steer the conversation into something somewhat more...appropriate, “of her work.” He was also a fan of the story, but maybe not at this particular moment.

“Oh?”

Anders took a sip of his water, and signalled to the bartender to put a water glass in front of Dorian, too. “I tend to enjoy stories about misunderstood monsters,” he shrugged.

“Me too.” Dorian ignored the water glass in favour of shot number five. “Of course, she was married to a like-minded soul, I’d have to find myself a willing participant.”

“Strange thing to put into your dating app profile,” Anders agreed. Dark humour came easy — though he wasn’t entirely sure it was a good idea.

“Mm. Man seeking man to fuck on father’s grave, must be willing to break cemetary locks and city bylaws. Risk of haunting, serious inquiries only.”

Anders tried to stifle his laugh. Man seeking man, though. No. Nope. Very terrible idea.

“I don’t suppose you’d be game?”

Anders coughed again, his cheeks flaring up, and shook his head. “I — uh — I think that must be against...one of my oaths.” he stuttered, still flushing.

Dorian took yet another shot, which made six. What in the world was he made of? "Yes I suppose it must be. Or should be, at any rate." His cheeks were a bit flushed too, even in the dim light, but just from the alcohol; evidently the man had no concept of shame, because next he said, "well, it was worth a shot."

Speaking of shots. "Water," Anders instructed, moving the water glass closer to Dorian, "you should drink some water."

"Yes doctor." Dorian obliged, taking the glass to his mouth but raking his eyes up and down Anders as he drank down the entire thing. Anders just kept on blushing.

"I take it you and your father didn't get along?" It probably wasn't the right question to ask the recently bereaved, but he'd nearly failed that psych 101 course he'd taken in first year, and it was a step away from morbid propositions. Void, where was Merrill when he needed her?

"You met him, didn't you?" Dorian raised an eyebrow, and with quickly failing coordination, poured himself one more shot, while spilling enough to fill another over the bartop. Anders grabbed a napkin, while Dorian threw his shot back without seeming to notice. "My father hated me." He said, once he'd swallowed.

Tear soaked apologies and an alcohol soaked "celebration" of his death. Anders felt something in the pit of his stomach plummet that was quite removed from the growing pangs of hunger his measly lunch — a granola bar five hours ago — had left him with.

"I'm sure he didn't —" Dorian stopped him with an ice cold look, intimidating even as he swayed in his seat. Anders frowned, there had been something in that psych course about not sharing your own traumatic experiences with a patient, even if they were relatable. Muddies the waters of who's caretaking who, or gives them ideas, or makes you look crazy too, so they lose confidence, but — "mine did, too." He gave Dorian's arm a tentative pat, and waved the bartender down for a refill of water. Dorian drank it without prompting this time, but his eyes watched Anders again, waiting for more. "Or he must've, got rid of me quick enough."

"Ah," Dorian leaned back, a little too far, Anders tensed to catch him in case he started to fall, "then I'm an ass. Sorry."

"No, you're —" Dorian swayed back forward with a bit of a jolt, like he'd forgotten how to stop and needed to grip the bartop to keep level. He reached for the bottle again, and Anders shot a hand out to grab it first. Their hands met, Dorian's falling on top of his over the bottle, and then in an instant Dorian's flew away again. "You're drunk." Anders said.

"Yes," Dorian agreed, "marvelous." He went back to the water, then cast Anders' hand, still on the bottle, a hopeful look. "Though not to the point where I won't remember any of this miserable day, yet."

Anders raised an eyebrow, and kept his hand on the bottle.

"Not that I'm saying I wish to forget you," Dorian's eyes were pleading with him, glossy as they were, "you've been rather kind, really, it's just…" when Anders still didn't release the bottle, he groaned. Then he straightened out his face again, a mask of sensibility that was barely holding: "I'm afraid you aren't seeing me at my best, doctor Anders."

"Just Anders." Maker, but the sadness behind it all was killing him. You're heart's too soft, Anders, he scolded himself.

"Anders, then. Quite the name."

"More a point of origin." Anders explained with a shrug.

"Yes, the hair rather gives you away. And the complexion." He reached out and slipped two of his long fingers through a strand of Anders' strawberry hair, which was falling in a straggled mess about his temples. Anders flinched, pulling his head back, and Dorian frowned apologetically. "Pretty. You're very pretty." He said. Anders shook his head and rolled his eyes — the man was drunk — but blushed again.

"It's what the circle gave me," Anders explained the name with another shrug. He wasnt entirely sure why he was volunteering so much personal information to this perfect stranger. Perhaps he felt it was owed, after witnessing the death of the man's father, and all he'd overheard. Or maybe it was those eyes...

"Oh." Another apologetic frown, "and you ran away to Tevinter? Well, you wouldn't be the first." Anders nodded. "Where from?"

Anders chuckled dryly, "Kirkwall, most recently."

"Oof." Dorian grunted a drunken sound of disgust, and Anders chuckled again, "how in the world do you manage not to drink?"

Anders’ laugh grew stronger, he shook his head and took another sip of his water, while Dorian redirected his attention once more to the bottle still protected by his hand, as though just now remembering his plight. "One more, I promise I'll be good." He begged.

"Speaking as a doctor, I think you've had enough."

"I thought you were off duty."

"You're going to make yourself sick."

"Then it's lucky I'm with a doctor."

Anders sighed, and poured him one more slightly scant shot. Dorian frowned at the way the alcohol didn't reach the rim of the glass, but threw it back with a grateful sigh.

“Can I call you a cab, Dorian?” Anders offered, watching worriedly as Dorian gave his head a dramatic shake and swayed a little more back and forth. The bar was emptying out, and last call was coming upon them. He cast a glance at the old watch ticking away on his wrist, mentally calculating how long it would be until he could be at home, in his bed. Not that he minded keeping the miserable man company, quite the opposite, despite everything. He had a pull to him Anders couldn’t quite explain; the eyes again, probably. But the bus came once an hour at this time of night, and didn’t stop at the closer stop, just the well-lit main hub that lay several blocks from his apartment — another fifteen minutes of walking after he got off, so a good hour or more to get home, altogether, if he left now.

“Is it that time already?” Dorian sounded disappointed, spinning the empty shot glass around on the bar, then with a sudden spark of concern in his eyes he turned his face to Anders, “I’ve kept you too long, haven’t I? How dreadfully selfish of me, I —” he was sputtering a rather pitiful apology, and Anders’ stomach fell again at the sight of it.

“It’s alright,” he said gently, muscle memory finding the soft smile he used for giving bad news to patients, “your father died today, you don’t have to apologize to me.”

“Yes, father died…” Dorian got a far-off look in those cold eyes of his, and then directed them back at his empty glass, “and you — you had to, I mean, here I am wasting your time when you must be — selfish —” all at once, his face crumpled, and the guilty muttering gave way to tears. Shit.

Anders patted his back once, carefully, and Dorian seemed to utterly collapse under his touch, sobbing into the sticky countertop. Anders took a deep breath, and dragged him up again. He tossed a tip of his own onto the bar as the bartender shot them an aggravated look, and hauled Dorian away, draping his arms over his shoulders. Dorian slumped into him, heavy, hunched over, still crying, as Anders pushed through the door of the bar and into the balmy night air, awash with the putrid stench of dumpsters in the alley and the sick coughed up by the bar’s less restrained patrons. It all made him a little homesick. Dorian, hanging halfway off of him, lurched forward like he was about to add his own mess to the stink in the alley, but then he righted himself again, and propped himself up using Anders’ shoulder. Anders took the opportunity to pull out his phone.

“Where am I sending you?” he asked helpfully. Dorian made another face that seemed to threaten that he was about to be sick.

“I’m not going back there,” he muttered, less to Anders than to the ground. He wiped at his eyes and sniffed. “Just help me find my car?”

“You can’t drive.”

“I’ll sleep in it — I left it in the lot.”

“No.”

Dorian pushed himself off of Anders, propelling himself away from his shoulder, and staggered forward a step. Then he seemed to change his mind, or realise he was in no state to walk on his own, and reached an arm out to fall back against the wall of the alley.

“No?” He asked, incredulous as Anders took his arm and draped it back over himself, walking them out of the alley and the stink.

“I’m not letting you sleep in your car,” Anders shook his head as he dragged the man forward. He was heavier than he looked. Strong, too, if the grip on his shoulder was any indication. “Besides, I can’t risk leaving you in a vehicle, if you did something stupid that would be on me.”

Dorian snorted, “do you think I’m stupid?”

“I don’t know you well enough to judge.” Anders answered honestly, which seemed to amuse Dorian.

“I’m not stupid.” he said, “very, very smart, actually.” he insisted. Anders nodded appreciatively.

“Alright then, so you see why I can’t just leave you in the hospital parking lot, in your condition.”

“Mm. Kind of you, but I can think of worse places.” So could Anders, but he shuddered to think what could happen to Dorian if he left him alone like this, drunk and stumbling and wearing the most expensive looking suit he’d ever seen; he’d already flashed his overstuffed wallet far too openly when ordering his drinks inside. “Is there a hotel? I could buy a hotel.” Dorian slurred.

Anders was fairly certain he’d forgotten a word in his suggestion, but given the suit and the wallet, maybe not. Before Anders could answer, he lurched forward and away from him again, back towards the alley, and into a spasming sort of crouch, retching.

Anders took an instinctive step back as Dorian gagged and sputtered out a vomit of mostly liquid and bile onto the broken stone of the alleyway, then remembered his physician’s training, and rushed forward to steady him. Between coughs, Dorian swore, and when he finished (miraculously, his suit and shoes were still unharmed), he began to cry again. Anders sighed, and once more feeling a little bit homesick, he breathed out an all too familiar refrain: “well, shit.” he said.

“Not —” Dorian was stuttering apologetically at him now, “not my best.” He wiped at his tears, swore again, then got up from his crouch and began to stumble forward once more, heading the wrong way down the alley. Anders took him by the shoulders and led him out again.

“Hotel?” The word smushed out of him with so much drunken misery that Anders felt almost like crying for him, and he sighed again, pulling out his phone.

“I’m taking you home,” he dialed the number and gave the taxi company their location, then propped Dorian up against the wall of the bar that faced the street, rather than the alley, keeping an eye on his paling face and shaky breathing.

“What, your home?"

Anders nodded, “if you choke on your vomit and die in your hotel room, I’ll feel responsible,” he explained as Dorian looked up at him with a perplexed, and dare he say it, even eager look.

“Very kind of you, doctor Anders.” he said, but before Anders could correct him on the honorific again, he stooped and threw up, so doctor Anders it was.

——

Dorian all but fell asleep in the taxi, head drooping down into his chest, swaying this way and that as the car rounded the corners, but thankfully he kept from throwing up any more. The luck didn’t hold once they were inside Anders’ apartment though, and soon Anders had him steadied in a kneel over his toilet bowl, getting out the rest of it. Dorian flung most of his clothes off before throwing up this time, wrestling himself out of the suit jacket and tight shirt beneath it, while Anders tried not to be impressed. He had a really remarkable physique, but he was also lurching and coughing miserably into Anders’ toilet, so it was definitely not something to admire. Then he got him onto the couch, set a large bowl on the floor by his head, and coaxed him into one more glass of water before letting him lie down. Dorian offered him another tearful apology, and then tearful thanks, and then he passed out. Anders sat back in a chair across from him for a while, watching as his breathing slowed to a steady rise and fall, ensuring that his head was turned to the side, mouth facing the bowl, in case he was to vomit any more in his sleep, and then he finally, finally, stumbled his own way to bed.

He woke to the sound of his cupboards banging shut and the kettle screeching to a whistle.

Anders stumbled out into his kitchen to find Dorian standing there with a distraught look on his face, pouring water into two large mugs. He was dressed again, and looking remarkably perfect, actually. Hair all in place and posture all upright once more. The bowl was gone from the floor, too, and nothing smelled off — just a little like tea.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, suddenly aware of his own shabby pajamas.

Dorian turned, still looking distraught. "You don't have any food." He complained, "I fed your cat —" Anders looked down to the corner of the kitchen where Ser Pounce's food bowl was, and found Ser Pounce there happily nibbling from a bowl filled to slightly too full, "I hope that's alright. I woke up with him on my chest and he wouldn't stop pawing at that cabinet so I figured…"

Anders smiled softly, and not in a practiced way, he'd entirely forgotten to check the food bowl when they came in the night before, occupied as he'd been.

"And then I saw you had a coffee pot, so I was going to make coffee, as a thank you — well, actually, I was going to have some delivered, but I don't rightly know where I am —" Dorian ran a hand through his hair, and he was talking quite speedily, cheeks going just slightly pink "but you don't have coffee. Or anything."

Now Anders blushed, embarrassed for the nakedness of his cupboards.

"Anyway, thank you. Tea?"

Anders nodded, and took the few remaining steps to the counter to grab one of the mugs of still steeping tea; he liked to keep the bag in. He moved from the counter to the couch, cupping the mug with both hands, and sat down.

"117 Orseck Ave.," he said, "that's where you are. How are you feeling… how much of last night do you remember?"

"I remember making a fool of myself, if that's what you're asking. And you being uncommonly kind." He paused, "it is Anders, right?" Anders nodded, "is there anything else I should remember, Anders?"

Anders shook his head, "that about sums it up."

Dorian chuckled. When he wasn't drunk or crying, it was a nice sound. He leaned against Anders' counter — stunning, how was he stunning after a night like the one he'd just had? "Well, you've certainly wasted enough of your time looking after me, and I can get out of your hair now, but —"

"— I wouldn't call it a waste of time," Anders interrupted, because something in him always seemed to speak up whenever Dorian went about making statements like that. It kind of had been a waste of his time, Anders tried to protest against that something, he'd lost a great deal of sleep to it, anyway. But somehow the look that his interruption gained him from Dorian was impossible to remain grumpy with.

"Have you been to Marc's?" Dorian asked suddenly, brightening with a hopeful smile, "since I know where we are now, and its nearby, and you have no food," he went on, "and personally, I'm starving —"

"I imagine you would be," Anders said, though at the mention of hunger his own stomach took the opportunity to awaken too, noisily. Dorian raised an eyebrow at the sound.

"Might I buy you breakfast? I feel I owe you that much."

Anders hadn't been to Marc's. He'd been by it many times, a busy little brunch place, always smelling of bacon and pancakes and with a line out the door. It was a bad idea to say yes to this, he thought, a bad idea to say yes to anything involving absurdly handsome men who just lost their fathers, who were obviously walking disasters waiting to happen (you always had a thing for disasters waiting to happen) — shush. His stomach grumbled again.

"I haven't been," Anders answered, "there's always a line — and I am on call, I might not have time to —"

"Oh, we can skip all that." Dorian brushed the protest aside, "so? Don't try to tell me you aren't hungry."

Anders kicked at a bit of cat hair fluff adorning the edge of his couch, "alright, sure."

Dorian was certainly good at getting him to say yes to things he should know better than to say yes to. If he kept going on like this, the next thing he knew he'd be having sex on his father's grave.

----

They arrived at the restaurant, just a short walk from Anders' building, and yet in a considerably nicer part of town — the new money was creeping in towards his end of things, but where he lived at least was still very much no money — and Dorian walked straight up to the front of the line. Anders hung back, watching skeptically as Dorian performed a series of intricate maneuvers: some charm, a smile, a handshake Anders recognized from Varric — the kind with a bill snuck inside — and then he turned, waving Anders over.

"We can wait ten minutes for a table, or have our food prepared now and take it outside. Your choice." He smiled. Maker, such a good smile; straight teeth and a brilliantly white gleam. "But you're on call, right? And to be honest with you, the fresh air is making me feel considerably less queasy. Park across the street?" Anders nodded and shrugged at the same time, a gesture that seemed to satisfy Dorian into continuing to take charge of the situation. "Alright then, to go. And fast, if you can. We're both very busy and important." He winked at the young hostess as he was handed two paper menus, and Anders could have sworn she blushed brighter than the checkerboard red on the apron she wore. "What do you fancy?" Dorian asked him, handing over one of the papers.

It was diner food, but not really. Poached eggs with house-smoked bacon over an heirloom tomato coulis, waffles with Orlesian creme sauce and glazed berries, rare wheat pancakes with apple cinnamon compote and vanilla syrup — just a few options, all of them coming with a detailed list of decadent flavours. In addition to those few confounding main courses was a fresh juice list filled with exotic fruits Anders had never even heard of, and approximately twenty different kinds of coffee.

"Uh, waffles?" He said, squinting at the menu, "waffles and coffee?"

Dorian beamed some more, and took back his menu to point out the waffle dish, as well as several other things, confidently ordering far more food than could possibly be necessary as well as coffee and one of the strange fruit juices while insisting that Anders simply had to try it. The patient employee nodded and hurried away, and not ten minutes later came back with two plastic bags stuffed near splitting with cardboard containers, and a tray of drinks. Dorian thanked her with another winning smile and secretly-funded handshake, and then they were off.

The park across the street had benches, so they sat on one — finding one in the shade of a great, leafy tree, as even the morning sun was warm. Then, Dorian began a conversation, and the whole thing was far less awkward than Anders had expected. Dorian asked about his work, so Anders described some of it, though he avoided anything too close to topics of death and dying, and Dorian held his gaze while he talked and asked compelling questions. He seemed to be, as claimed, very smart, and the food was practically otherworldly. Then Anders asked Dorian about his work in turn, and Dorian sighed.

"Well, you're new here, aren't you? How much do you know about Tevinter politics? The intricacies of it all can take a lifetime to wrap one's head around. That's by design; keeps things all tied up with the upper classes who have it in their blood to be intollerable bureaucrats." His air was flippant, but altogether disapproving, which Anders appreciated.

"I've been here a while now, actually. A couple of years, anyway, I understand it a bit. Political science was always my…'' downfall? "Second passion." He washed down a heaping forkful of creme covered waffles made of pure fairy dust and clouds with whatever exciting fruit drink Dorian had handed him — it tasted like bright green, with a hint of citrus. "I feel people should be informed — active. Healthcare is as political as it is practical." And mage freedom, that was political too, but they didn't have to get into that. Mages were already free in Tevinter. Other kinds of people, however — something bitter bit at the back of his mind. But it was too sunny, and the food too good, for that sort of conversation.

Dorian nodded approvingly, his eyes lighting up. "Alright then, I'm an Altus. I argue things in circles in the house a lot, these days I've been losing all sorts of friends arguing this Sopperati electorate reformation bill," Anders' eyes widened, impressed. He'd been following the progress of it, a huge step for increased class equality, if it passed. So maybe it was just sunny enough for such a conversation. "but of course it can only go so far without approval from the Magisterium," Dorian went on, a slight growl of frustration colouring his tone, which was appealing in a different way, "and for that we need to convince those with seats in the — in the —'' he stopped, and some of the light fell from his eyes. "I just remembered that my father is dead." He said. Shit. Not a sunny conversation, after all. "His seat passes to me, you see, because nepotism still runs stronger than good sense and he's written my name into all these continuations of his legacy and…" he sighed, and stabbed hard at a piece of brilliantly poached egg, which honestly didn't deserve it, "sorry. It's going to be a very hectic and difficult few weeks, with all the ceremony and paperwork and the whole ordeal of burying him…" he scooped up some of his bleeding egg yolk with a wedge of toast, and went silent in favour of eating, while Anders took an uncomfortable sip of juice that seemed to have lost some of its vividness. "You've been here for years, you said?" Dorian changed the subject, refocusing on Anders. Anders nodded, still awkwardly sucking up juice through the straw of his cup. "I would have sworn you were an escapee fresh from the harbour."

"Why?" Anders bristled a little.

"Your apartment. You have no food or furniture," Anders bristled a little more, "and you've never been to Marc's", Anders frowned, furrowing his brow at the impossibly good, impossibly expensive waffles, "and you're too nice." Dorian finished. Anders looked up in surprise, catching Dorian's eye. They were still a bit lost for light, but soft on him.

"I'm just very busy," Anders shrugged. And very poor, but, well, Dorian probably thought anyone with fewer than a thousand acres of family land was poor, given his status. He didn't need to know the extent of it.

"Hm," Dorian's eyes were still on him, soft and thoughtful, "what else haven't you done?" Anders shrugged, and Dorian began listing things. Tourist attractions and famed galleries, but also other, lesser-known offerings of the city that Anders had never even heard of.

"Ferry through the archipelegos?"

"No."

"The volcanic sand beaches?"

"No."

"Dinner at the top of Tidarion Tower?"

"No."

And on like that, until he finally said yes to something — taking in a show at the infamous burlesque playhouse in the city's red light district, which elicited an eyebrow raise.

"Priorities, I see." Dorian chuckled, "at least you have good taste." He reached an arm up over Anders' side of the bench, as he finished with his food and slid the box away, very smooth. "I'd have offered to take you. Maybe one of the others sometime, then, if you've a mind." He suggested. Anders could feel his cheeks beginning to run hot again. Still a bad idea, he reminded himself. Apparently sensing his unease, Dorian removed his arm from its perch near Anders' shoulders. "May I say something painfully honest?" he asked.

Anders swallowed, but he managed a smirk as he replied. "I think we're well past that," he said.

Dorian shook his head with a dry chuckle, "yes, well. I'm all out of sorts, as you may have noticed."

Anders chuckled too, but with him, not at.

"And normally, if I'm to get drunk and go home with a stranger, it all goes a certain way," then he actually winked, which on him was somehow charming and not over the top at all. Anders swallowed again, "and, not that I'm opposed, but, well, as I said: you've been uncommonly kind. I could — I've been losing friends left and right lately, it seems, with this bill, and…"

"I'm a fan of the bill," Anders said, "in fact I'm not sure it goes far enough."

The interruption seemed to lend Dorian some more confidence, as though he needed it, "so, pretty as you may be, I could use a, uh —"

Anders blushed again, but finished for him, "a friend?" He could use one too, if he was being honest. Near everything seemed to be making him homesick, lately.

Dorian nodded. "If that's not too forward." He said.

"You fed my cat," Anders replied, "as far as I'm concerned, we're already friends."

At that, Dorian smiled. He asked Anders his cat's name, and chuckled at the answer, and then they exchanged phone numbers and Anders stuck a little cat next to his own name as he entered it into Dorian's contact screen, which had him laughing even more. Anders offered to put the puking emoji next to Dorian's in return, but he insisted on a snake, because he “had a reputation to uphold”. Then Anders’ pager went off, and he groaned inwardly, wishing he could spend the day in the sun for once.

“Duty calls?”

Anders grimaced, and stood up. “Thanks for breakfast,” he said, meaning it. Dorian stood too.

“You should take the rest — actually, this may be awkard, but I think we’re going the same way.” His car. Of course.

“You’re going to have a small fortune to pay in parking tickets,” Anders realised, frowning.

“Oh that’s fine. I have one of those — big, actually.” he winked again, “very big.” Sweet Maker, he just never stopped.

Dorian insisted on a cab, and then he insisted on paying for it, and then he insisted on Anders taking the rest of their uneaten brunch items to store in the breakroom for his lunch, and then finally he was ready to let him go, with a promise to be in touch. He extended his hand for Anders to shake. Anders took it, holding fast with a sure grip, and then, drawn in yet again by those cool, sad eyes, he pulled Dorian’s arm towards him, and wrapped him up in a tight hug.

Dorian stumbled back afterwards, cheeks flush, eyes glinting with surprise. “What was that for?”

“Just seemed like you needed it,” Anders said.

Dorian was still blushing, and his smile warmed Anders’ own cheeks. “Suppose I did,” he agreed.

“Take care, Dorian.”

“As you say, doctor.”

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Sweater Weather Part Four

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GUYS! If I’m being honest I fell out of love with this part pretty quick, and most of it is a filler chapter. There’s some flashbacks for the sake of plot, just FYI. Anyway I hope you all enjoy it!

Also I realize that some of the flashbacks may not completely add up to the actual timeline of films, so just ignore that. Thanks.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PottsRelativeFem!Reader

Ratings/Warnings: R

For everything from language, crude jokes, ADULT situations/impure thoughts, booze (because it’s pretty much a staple in my fics at this point.), arguments, and an extremely overprotective Tony Stark. Very little angst, as I try to keep most of my fics light humored. But of course there are some insecurities/unsure feelings, as well as sad feels from everything with endgame/ the decimation. Also dead parents.

Also AU in the fact NO ONE DIED during Endgame/Steve didn’t go back. Also as much as I adore Morgan Stark, she isn’t around yet. I didn’t know where this would fit timeline wise, so just ignore the timeline. Kay? Cool.

Words: 5,442 (Ish)

Summary: You’ve just moved to New York after a long 3 year stint travelling the world and helping with various charities, taking a new job with Stark Industries thanks to your cousin Pepper. A trip out to surprise Tony and The Avengers for the weekend turns from good to terrible when the a/c at the compound breaks. How will you beat the heat for the record breaking weekend?

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, any pictures, outfits, gifs, and marvel characters just assume I don’t own them. Also no Beta, as I don’t ever have one, so the mistakes and reader are all my own. Enjoy!

Part Four

To say that dinner was awkward was the biggest understatement of the century.

Everyone sat at the table in silence, barely making eye contact with anyone else, the sound of scraping utensils and the nervous clearing of throats the only noises passing the time. You picked at your food, zoned out and trying not to acknowledge Tony’s sulking figure at the end of the table. True to your word you sat next to Steve, thankful for his large hand on your thigh and occasionally giving you a comforting squeeze. Or drawing circles on your knee to help keep you grounded, which you appreciated more than words could convey.

All of you had finished eating when Pepper decided to find her voice, setting her fork down with a large clang that made you jump.

“Alright. It’s been an hour and I’m sick of it. This silence is stupid. This whole fight between Y/N and Tony is stupid. I would kill both of you if I didn’t have so many witnesses here right now. So can we please try to find a way to get you two to freaking apologize? I didn’t keep you coming back a secret for nearly six months for nothing Y/N.” Your gaze became hazy at your cousin’s firm tone, feeling childish for how you had acted earlier.

“And you!” She glared at her husband, who already was appearing to feel two feet tall at the present, “Y/N isn’t even back for twenty four hours and you have to feel obligated to shove your way into her personal life?! She is an adult, who she decides to spend her time with is her business. Not yours. Her mother was suffocating enough when she was alive, she doesn’t need you to fill those shoes.”

“I’d pay to see Stark in heels.” Sam’s quip had you chuckling, remembering the sky scraper height of some of your mom’s footwear.

“I wouldn’t last twenty minutes in those things.” Tony’s quiet voice snapped your eyes to him, and you saw first hand how guilty he was truly feeling about the whole ordeal. “Pep’s right. Y/N I am sorry for how I acted earlier. You are an adult and even though I may not like the idea of you and…Steve” He said his teammate’s name almost painfully, swallowing a large gulp of his wine and staring at the two of you, “You’re both truly wonderful people and I won’t say I told you so if it goes down in flames. I love you short stack, I just want you to be happy.”

“Thanks Snark. I tolerate you for Pepper’s sake, and I will accept your apology only because we’re related. Also because I’m tired of seeing you look like someone burned down your lab with all of your suits locked in it.” Watching his face break into a small grin forced you to do the same, everyone clapping at the two of you morons and getting up to clear the table.

“So what’s the plan for the evening? It’s too hot to do anything strenuous.” Sam commented, the dishes cleaned and put away. Pepper had to sit on you in a chair to keep you from helping this time. Surveying the living room your mind began to work, your earlier activities with the air cooling inventions coming to mind.

“How about we move all of the fans and coolers into this room? It’s pretty much secluded and we can hang a couple tarps from outside on the doorways to help keep the air in? We can play a drinking game? Didn’t you say you had some of your mead with you Thor?” The blonde nodded as the rest of the group looked at you with astonished faces, Bucky coming to grasp your hands in admiration.

“If Rogers here is ever dumb enough to mess things up with you, know that I will make his life a living hell for losing someone so damn smart. Seriously, your amazing brain got a sister or somethin?” You giggled as Steve rolled his eyes at his friend, Sam and Thor leaving to grab the aforementioned tarps from outside.

“Watch it Barnes.” Your pulse lurched as the blonde nearly growled at his best friend, the brunette tossing a cheeky wink over his shoulder at him.

“What you gonna do Punk? Throw me into another wall?”

“SO THAT’S WHY THERE’S A DENT IN MY HALLWAY?!” You burst into laughter as Tony stared at the two men, hands on his hips and looking nothing short of annoyed. Bucky and Steve had the decency to avoid his gaze, muttering ‘sorry’s as the two men returned, making short work of duct taping shut one of the entrances to the room, you giving a thumbs up in approval. It’s like they had read your mind. All of you then returned to your rooms to grab your cooler and fans, well you only replaced the ice in yours. No way were you going to drag your giant chest all the way down the hallway. It had taken all of your strength just to dump out the cold water outside your low window. Yes you could ask one of the men to help you, but if you were being honest you didn’t want them to notice, not when your room was an easy twenty degrees cooler than the rest of the compound. Screw that. They were super heroes, you could have this one thing.

“Alright so what game we playing?” Bruce questioned after you had played “musical furniture” to help block the one doorway to help cease air flow on the one side, fans and coolers surrounding the room in a circular fashion, constantly circulating air in different directions. It was already feeling better by the minute, most of you pulling chairs to avoid sitting on the warm couches and love seats.

“I figured “Never have I ever”? We haven’t played that one since the wedding. We have a few years to make up for.” You shrugged, Tony agreeing with a loud “Hell yea!” that threatened to blow your eardrums out. You all made your drinks from the copious amounts of booze Stark and Pepper had brought from their stash in their suite, making a mental note to ask them about it later. They really should invest in building a bar in this place. Taking a seat next in between Sam and Nat, you smiled at Steve and Bruce across from you. Thor threw himself into a chair next to Bruce and Nat, Pepper was gladly the buffer between Tony and Steve. Bucky finished out the circle on Sam’s left putting him next to Tony. You should have known they’d be sitting next to each other, you were gathering that they were the duo of the group. Not that it bothered you.

“Alright as it is my building I’ll start us off.” Tony jumped on the claim to go first, all of you not even putting up a fight, eager to get to drinking this hot and sticky weekend away. “Never have I ever kissed a man.”

“Low blow honey.” You smiled as Pepper jabbed her husband in the ribs while taking a drink, you and Nat following suit. Everyone’s eyebrows raised to their hairlines as Sam took a drink from his glass.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“We don’t want to know. My turn?” Pepper chuckled, looking at you with a smile. “Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket.” You drank.

Steve raised an eyebrow at you, you shrugging as he thought of something to say. “Never have I ever shaved my legs.” The chorus of laughter rang loudly at Tony taking a drink with you ladies.

“Never have I ever had a hangover.” Bruce admitted, you staring at the large man bewildered as to how he could live through one of Tony’s parties.

“Alright, ahem never have I ever flown with the help of a suit.” Thor grinned as the respective men (and Pepper) took drinks from their glasses.

The game continued on, you finding out really fast that no one was wasting time holding back punches, the hours ticked by and before you could comprehend it you were mixing your fifth drink of the evening. The alcohol was making you sway to music that wasn’t being played anywhere but in your head as you crashed back into your chair, Nat leaning herself onto you for support as she took off her shoes. The group was well on their way to being properly sloshed, Tony and Pepper laughing at nothing with Sam and Bucky while Bruce and Thor went to move to the floor. All eyes moved to you as you waved your free hand in the air, trying to stay balanced on your seat.

“Ok my turn! Never have I ever saved the world!” Your words slurred, everyone groaning as you beamed at them, watching Steve finish his third glass of mead and a very pleased looking Thor refilling it without being asked.

“Alright Y/N.” Sam began, you lazily side eyeing him as he smirked. “Never have I ever kissed Steve Rogers.” You stared blankly into his brown eyes, missing Nat sneak a drink from her glass, the mentioned blonde man starting to develop a slight pink tint to his cheeks. “Seriously? I thought for sure you guys would have been playing tonsil hockey by now!”

“No we haven’t.” You said a little too quickly, heat rising to your face. “I would definitely know if we had. I have a feeling that kissing Rogers isn’t something a girl would ever forget.” Your voice was loud and you clapped a hand over your mouth, but the damage had been done. You tried not to look at Steve, his wide smirk making you want to drink yourself into a coma.

“Oh please don’t bring that up. I don’t want that in my head…too late it’s in my head now. Fucking thanks.” Tony wiped his face with exasperation, you snorting as Bucky went on to say he’s never been skinny dipping. You took a drink at that, the guys whooping and hollering and asking for the story of how that happened.

“Highschool. Cheerleaders…dared some of us band geeks to do it during senior day. They stole our clothes while we were in the lake, so we had to call our parents. My mom lectured my ass for two hours when she showed up.” You were in a fit of giggles by the time you finished, Pepper joining in as you fell off your chair and onto the floor, Steve looking concerned for a split second until you erupted into more giggles.

“I think Y/N’s cut off for the night.” Sam mentioned, you bringing your face into a small pout before giving up within a few seconds to giggle again. Your body was buzzing from all of the liquor, and you knew you had to stop before you made a giant idiot out of yourself.

“Shaddup Sam, I’mma be fine.” Yea that was you stopping.

“Never have I ever had sex!” Tony exclaimed, the attention being taken from you to look at the obviously drunk billionaire. “I just wanted to take a drink, I’m totally lying.”

“Ya don’t say?” You cast a knowing look to Pepper that made her duck her head down, taking a rather long draw from whatever concoction Tony had made her.

“Guys…guys it’s…it’s two in the morning. Holy shit. “ Bruce looked at his wrist watch in shock. Time had flown by and though you were having an amazing time, sleep was going to start claiming victims before too much longer. You steadied your wobbly legs as you stood up from the floor, holding onto your vacant chair for dear life as the room started spinning.

“I’m going to go the bathroom.” Steve said rather loudly, jumping up to his feet and downing the contents in his cup before walking out of the room. You smiled drunkenly at all of your friends, giving them a mock salute with the hand that wasn’t still grasping the metal frame of your seat.

“I think that’s my cue to get some sleep. Night all.” You waved, confident you could make it back to your room without any incident as you stepped away from them with ease. It was going great until you managed to trip on a fan cord, thankful Thor had been nearly right behind you and managed to catch you from eating the carpet.

“Let’s get you to the safety of your bed before you hurt yourself.” His deep voice jolted you from slipping into sleep standing up, managing a lopside smile with a short nod. You allowed the god of lightning to walk you carefully to your room, letting him tuck you into your bed and placing your phone on your nightstand, making sure it was plugged into the charger. You reached out to grip one of his massive arms, a warm smile on your lips.

“Thanks….Thor. You’re the…the best.” You mumbled as he patted your head affectionately, you falling asleep as soon as he flipped the light switch.

“Y/N pass out?” Steve asked when the blonde returned to the group, everyone deciding that they would sleep in the living room where all the cool air was.

“Yes she is most certainly asleep. I’d wager she could sleep through an entire alien invasion with how much she’s consumed tonight.” Thor laughed, Steve looking happy to hear you had no trouble slipping off into dream land. “Luckily her room is like an ice box.”

“You gonna go keep her warm Agent Smolder?” Bucky joked. “Am I going to have to stay up and make sure you don’t go and sneak off into her room later?”

“LA LA LA I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!” Tony interrupted Steve’s next words, covering his ears in a poor attempt to shield himself from having to take in the conversation. They watched with amusement as the man shoved one of the couch pillows over his head as he and Pepper got comfortable, Nat taking the loveseat and stretching out.

“Guess that leaves us the floor then huh Buck?” Steve sighed, eyes rolling as Sam loudly began snoring from his passed out position on the last small couch in the room. Bruce had taken the large recliner Tony had built for him, and Thor was slumped against the far wall, slowly drifting off, his stein still half full of mead.

“Looks like it Captain Cutie!”

“When will you stop with those stupid code names?”

“When you finally ask Y/N out. Or make some kind of move! You waiting on the leaves to change colors or something?” The brunette shoved at his friend’s large shoulder before laying down on the ground, reaching to take off his shirt and throw it to the side. “A dame that looks like that will have guys beating down her door once she gets settled. You better not let them get that chance, not when I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”

“Goodnight Bucky.” Steve muttered, turning away from his friend after removing his own shirt and placing it next to the pillow Nat had thrown him.

“Goodnight Stevie.” The brunette cooed, both of them slowly succumbing to tipsy slumber.

~~~~A couple hours later~~~~

Steve’s bloodshot eyes shot open at the inescapably deafening snores that ripped through the living room in the wee hours of the morning. He sat up with a soft moan of discomfort, deciding that he would rather roast alive than have to listen to this for another moment longer. His gaze wandered to the empty loveseat, knowing full well Nat had gotten sick of the blaring assault on her ears as well. He stumbled slightly towards the hallway, remembering his shirt when he entered it. He waved it off and began his trek down the hall. He’d get it in the morning. Coming up to his room he jiggled the handle to find it wouldn’t budge.

“Friday…my door won’t open.” He went to shove at the door, the outcome the same as before.

“Captain Rogers that’s because it’s not….”

“Open my damn door Friday I want some sleep!” The blonde huffed at the AI, jiggling the handle again like a child. He was drunk, tired, and did not have time for this.

“Language Captain. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The door opened and Steve not too gracefully stumbled in, immediately noticing how much colder it was in his room when it shut. Huh, he was certain he had taken his fan Y/N made him into the living room. Maybe she had made him another one and managed to get it in there earlier in the evening. Yes that had to be it. He could hear it circulating now, the cool breeze floating through the air as he made his way deeper into the darkness.

“Damn!” The curse fell out of his lips as he stubbed his toe on what he was assuming was his dresser, which had magically shrunk in height. Weird. He ran a hand through his hair as he sat on the edge of the bed. It was right where he left it at least, in the middle of the room. His mind wandered to you, how nice you had been to make him another cooling unit for his room. You were so selfless and kind, always helping others before yourself. It was remarkable really. You had lit such a fire within him too, and he had to stop himself multiple times this weekend from doing exactly as Bucky had suggested and shoving you up against the wall and making you forget your own name. He had it bad, but then again he always had. You just weren’t someone he ever thought he deserved before.

Flashback, May 8th 2012

“Well that was a total bust.” Steve’s heart stopped temporarily as he felt you slump into the couch next to him, you taking out pins that were holding up your fancy updo with contempt.

“That bad huh?” He asked, trying to ignore the fire dancing in his veins as your arms brushed against each other in your hastened attempt at tearing your jewelry off.

“All he wanted to talk about was his ex-girlfriend! I left before dessert. I was really looking forward to that stupid cheesecake.” You muttered angrily, running your hands through your hair. The battle of New York had set you on edge, not wanting to be alone the next time the world decided to have a crisis and trying your hand at dating. Steve was silently extremely happy it hadn’t worked out. Mostly because he didn’t want to see you with anyone besides him. Just thinking about…what was his name again…made his blood boil.

“Didn’t he have a weird name?” He allowed his arm to drape behind you on the couch as you scooted closer to him, taking the remote and popcorn from the coffee table and flipping the channel. Steve hadn’t been watching it anyway, the only reason he was even awake was because of you. He hated admitting it, even to himself but the thought of you out having a good time, laughing at some other man’s jokes, or god forbid flirting with him had given the Captain a rather unhealthy case of insomnia leading up to the date. And they had just saved the world from Loki.

“Kelly. From work. This is why I don’t date coworkers.” You sighed with another shake of your head, deciding on Princess Bride that was halfway through its broadcast. His breath hitched as you snuggled into his side, the two of you laughing away your sour mood. He loved your laugh, how musical it was. Actually he didn’t think there was anything he didn’t love about you, even if he hadn’t known you a long time. You had only moved here a few months ago, your parents passing away in a car accident and leaving you extremely lost. Pepper of course took you in, and you got on with Steve like gas on a fire.

“Thanks for being here Rogers. I know you don’t have to be and I’m sure you could use the sleep since you just saved the world and all. I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t mention it Doll. Glad to help. Just don’t wake me up if I fall asleep.” His heart soared as you gave him a bright smile.

“Then don’t snore.”

The two of you fell asleep together on the couch before the end credits played, you cuddling into his side and his arm draped around you.

November 2015

“I swear to god Tony you ever pull a stunt like that again and I will murder you!”

“I was just trying to help!” The brunette man snapped, Steve chuckling from the dining room table as he watched you and Pepper try to wave away the giant mushroom cloud that was emitting from the stove. The smoke detectors blared viciously as Thanksgiving was proving to be a disaster at the Tower. It hadn’t been too long ago since they had defeated Ultron, the team deciding that they would try to have a giant Thanksgiving day meal to reconnect with each other. Truth be told he had been looking forward to seeing you the most, your new article writing job taking up most of your time as of late. He didn’t mind, he was super happy for you pursuing your dreams. Your bubbly personality made you tons of friends in college, and people weren’t wrong to love you at your new job too.

“THEN STAY OUT OF THE DAMN KITCHEN!” Both of you yelled in union, pushing the older man out of the room and into the dining area, Steve shaking his head as Tony attempted to look hurt. He didn’t take long to snap out of it, helping the Captain with setting the table. Sam and Nat were soon to enter, each carrying a dish of some sort. Clint had chosen to stay with his own family for the holidays, and after everyone had met them, the blonde avenger could understand why. He wished he would one day have a family like that, especially after seeing Peggy again. You of course were being super wonderful about the whole situation, offering to get coffee with him after he would see her, just to listen to him talk about a woman who wasn’t you. You always felt just a bit jealous at how his face would light up as he recalled one of her good days, and how much it hurt to see him after one of her bad days. You couldn’t pinpoint why you felt that way, you just did. You and Steve had only grown closer as the years had gone by, but it had become pretty clear to you that he only saw you as a friend.

Friends always responded to your S.O.S texts about Tony like he did. Even now as you entered the dining area carrying the only slightly scorched turkey to the table, he was the perfect friend and immediately reached to help you. He followed that movement with pulling out a chair next to him for you and passing you a glass of your favorite white wine that not even Tony or Pepper had remembered to grab. Friends do that.

“This looks amazing Doll, you and Pepper always knock it out of the park. I’ve missed you.” You flashed him a prideful smile as he set his large hand over yours, giving it a slight squeeze. “Missed seeing that smile too.”

Yeah. Friends.

2016

Peggy Carter’s funeral had been over for nearly two hours by the time Steve finally took a moment to check his phone. His eyes were burning from the tears that had fallen during the course of the day, and for once he wasn’t sorry that he had ignored everyone’s attempts at getting a hold of him. That was, until he saw he had a text message from you. Navigating the notification window on his phone with shaking hands he brought up the communication window, pressing the download button on your conversation bubble and waiting for it to load. He was always amazed at how fast modern technology was, the large sum of words popping up within a small fraction of time, his eyes squinting slightly through the pain and reading what you had sent.

“Hey Cap. I know I can’t be there today with you, and I want you to know how much that is killing me. Nat and Tony have filled me in with everything going on, and I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. About everything.” Steve scoffed at you mentioning Stark, the terms of which he and the other avenger had left things a few days ago were less than friendly. This entire accords situation was absurd, at least in his eyes, and he couldn’t wait for your cousin in law to get his head out of his ass. He wasn’t so sure that would ever happen though.“I know you will never ask me to pick a side, and Snark has been smart enough not to ask either. I don’t know all of the details but I do know neither of you can ask me to choose one of you over the other. Not that you would. You’re one of the best people in my life, and I’ll personally be super happy when all of this blows over and I can see you again. Tony pretty much has me under lock and key here, even Pepper is getting sick of it. In case things go sideways, which it’s looking pretty damn likely with my dumb ass cousin involved, please know that I’m here should you need me. I’m and phone call away and you know where I live. If I’m not there you know about the gnome. Anytime. No questions asked. Stay safe for me Steve, Y/N” He would never take you up on that offer, things turning from bad to worse really quick for The Avengers. He never did get to tell you how sorry he was for not responding to your text, or tell you how much it meant to him.

2020

The room was noisy and filled with happy drunk people celebrating the union of Pepper and Tony Stark. You stood in your simple light blue dress, looking on at the simple affair with thankful eyes. They had gotten lucky with the Decimation, still managing to have each other after everything. Your heart ached for Clint and Steve, knowing they had lost the ones who mattered most to them, and you were exceptionally thankful you still had your cousin, well now cousins.

You hadn’t seen much of Steve since the snap, and had heard from him even less. Not that you held that over him, you knew him and Tony still weren’t on good terms, and you couldn’t blame him for staying away. Still, you had wished you would have gotten to see him before you left.

“Hey Short Stack look who made it!” You moved to look at Tony, who was holding a very stunning Natasha in his arms, your smile reaching your eyes as you went to hug her tightly. Most of the team had gone their separate ways when they failed to defeat Thanos, so you were more than elated to see your other favorite red head on your last night in town.

“Heya Nat! I’m so glad you could be here!”

“Of course Y/N. I wouldn’t miss your send off, and the free drinks. Congrats you two.” You laughed as she wasted no time taking a champagne flute off of a passing tray, taking a long sip and linking arms with you as the newlyweds were dragged away again. “Have you heard from Rogers?”

“No, should I have?” Your eyes narrowed in question while Natasha shook her head in annoyance.

“That man. I told him to reach out before you left us. I literally just told him today when I saw him at the meeting! I know he really does miss you Y/N.”

“He has a funny way of showing it Nat. Don’t sweat it, you tried.” Patting your friend on the shoulder you took your phone out of your clutch, seeing Kate had texted you to remind you about the drink plans you had made for tomorrow on the way to the airport before you caught your flight to London. Nothing from Steve. “How about a picture? You look amazing and I need some more photos on this new phone to keep me company while I’m gone!” She agreed and you quickly flipped your camera app open, capturing a few last moments with your friends and family. The rest of the night was a blur as you danced and drank, looking forward to whatever your future would bring.

The next day at the airport was hard. You were thankful you hadn’t worn an ounce of makeup, crying easily as Kate, Tony, Pepper, and Nat all said their goodbyes to you. You had watched them pull away from the drop off curb with blurred vision, your heart breaking at the acknowledgment that you were really leaving. Off to help various countries with varying charities. It was the least you could do during this awful time in the world.

“Y/N!” You turned your head slowly, your breath being sucked out of you as you recognized the familiar head of blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes moving for you in the crowd. You hoisted your backpack higher onto your shoulder, nerves getting better at you as you tried to offer a small smile. You hadn’t seen him in months and he still managed to have this effect on you. Willing yourself to pull yourself together you bit back a laugh as he almost looked winded, reaching your standing figure with slightly labored breathing. “I had to see off my best girl.”

“Please. I haven’t been your best girl in years Steve. But I appreciate it all the same.” You smiled, your heart breaking as he looked down at the pavement shyly.

“Listen about that…”

You were quick to cut him off, “Don’t worry about it Cap. You did what you had to do, and you’ve been through a lot over the years. No hard feelings.” Your voice was flat, and he grimaced at the tone of indifference. He was literally screaming at himself, internally demanding that he just man up and kiss you. Tell you how sorry he was for everything, how you were, are still the most amazing person in his life and how he wants to start over. Beg for your forgiveness and promise to take care of you. Anything to stop you from getting on that plane and disappearing from his life for who knows how long. “I should get going, customs is going to be a drag.”

“Right. Well have a good flight. Don’t stay away too long.” He’d kick himself for the rest of his days, seeing you give him one of your giant smiles, although he could tell you didn’t fully mean it, and step towards him to initiate an awkward hug. It felt rushed and forced, but he would be lying if he hadn’t wanted it to last longer than a few seconds, missing the way your body would just melt into his just like they did in days of old.

“I’ll miss you most of all.” His ears perked up at your small admission, the sentence being no louder than a careful whisper, watching you blink back tears and grip onto the shoulder of your bag tightly. He’d miss you more, knowing full well part of his heart was getting on that plane with you. But he said nothing, just smiled and gave a small wave to your retreating figure, watching you until you were completely out of his line of sight. You hadn’t looked back once, but the tears that clung to the corners of his eyes made him partially glad you hadn’t.

~~~Now~~~

The memories faded and Steve wiped at his eyes sleepily, the mead Thor had given him proving more potent than he had remembered, his body falling hard onto the side of the bed. It had made a noise that had almost sounded like a sigh, the man shaking his head in drunken disbelief. How crazy would that be? A bed can’t sound like a person. He stayed on his side, staring into the darkness as it began to swallow him.

The last thing that went through his mind before he fell asleep was how much his pillow smelled like you.

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ikonct95 · 6 years ago

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Happy Birthday!

A/N: It’s my birthday! :D

I decided to gift myself with this little one shot. I used a Korean name because I didn’t feel comfortable sharing my name lol. Also, I major in American English Linguistics only but everything else mentioned in this fic are facts. Another thing, I’ve never been to Namsan Tower and only mentioned things I’ve read in blogs and seen in that one NCT ep where the foreigners line went to Namsan.

I hope you enjoy! ^^

Also, please ignore any spelling or grammatical errors!

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“Sorry! Pardon me! Excuse me!” Hanbin panted as he bypassed the sea of people while rushing towards the subway. He was on his way to Seoul National University to meet up with his best friend at exactly 1 pm. It’s 12:40 pm and it takes about 25 minutes to reach the street across the university.

“Damn it!” Hanbin cursed beneath his mask at the sight of the long line where people scanned their cards to access the metro. Checking his watch, he cursed when he realized he only has 20 minutes left and the bus leaves in 5 minutes. Inhaling deeply, the Korean idol pushed his way through, ignoring the curses and angry shouts of the people.

That all didn’t matter to him. Let them swear or curse at him. Today is a special day and he’d be damned if he missed it this year…again.

You see, Hanbin had met his best friend about four years ago at the Seoul National University library while he was reading through poems to find some inspiration to write the lyrics of iKON’s debut song. He went down isle after isle, hoping to find the right book when he suddenly bumped into someone who let out a loud squeak.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t see where I was go-” His words died on his lips as he watched the person in front of him stand up after picking up her books.

“It’s ok.” The woman said in accented Korean. “I was looking through the nombers.” She replied while holding up a piece of paper that had the number of the book required for class.

“Numbers.” Hanbin instantly closed his eyes. He didn’t mean to correct her mispronunciation but it just sliped.

Luckily, the woman took no offense and smiled up at him, “Right, numbers!”

Hanbin couldn’t help but return her smile while a sense of relief washed over him. “Do you study here?” He asked her and watched as her eyes lightened up as she answered his question.

And since that day, they’ve been best of friends. The woman’s name, Hanbin learned, was Eun Jung. Though, that was not her birth name since she was not Korean but an Arab. She explained that international students were encouraged to adapt Korean names to make things easier. Eun Jung explained that she didn’t mind the Korean name that much but she made sure when introducing her name, she would say both her Arabic and Korean names.

Hanbin also learned that she is currently studying Korean Linguistics with a minor in English Literature. She is also Muslim and that her birthday is on Feb 25th.

Eun Jung was a happy-go-lucky girl who tried as best as she could to be optimistic. She said her teen angst exhausted her and she wanted to move on from that lifestyle. Eun Jung also spoke two languages and can speak conversational Korean. The two couldn’t meet very much in public since Hanbin became so busy with his idol life but he made sure to meet up with Eun Jung at least twice a month to catch up. Eun Jung understood his lifestyle and never judged. She eventually became a fan of iKON despite already being a fan of several other groups. But what’s nice is that she never befriended him for his fame or money. She’s his friend because of he was and Hanbin is thankful for that.

Hanbin checked his phone again and inwardly cursed once he realized that he only had ten minutes to make it to the gates of the university where he had promised to meet her at.

You see, today was Eun Jung’s birthday and every year Hanbin missed it. It was either a recording on her day, a photoshoot or a performance that he absolutely could not miss. Thankfully, Eun Jung never seemed too upset with him missing out on her birthday even though he is her best friend. Still, Hanbin felt very guilty since Eun Jung always made sure to celebrate his birthday with him either on the day of or the day before or after. So this year, Hanbin wanted to make it up for Eun Jung by clearing out his schedule two weeks in advance. He made sure that he had the whole day free just for Eun Jung.

So, he called her up two days before her birthday and told her to wait for him at the gates once she is done with classes. Hanbin had a special day planned out and he was already screwing it up by being late.

“Right on time.” Eun Jung greeted loudly as she watched Hanbin jog up to her by the gates, “Only two minutes late.” She smiled at him. Over the years, Eun Jung’s Korean improved and now she has a native like fluency when speaking the language.

Hanbin’s reply was a big exhale of air, causing Eun Jung to chuckle at him. Her teeth as white as snow.

“Ready to go?” Hanbin asked while holding his arm out for her.

“Oh, my!” Eun Jung said in mock astonishment, “Such a gentleman.”

“Har har.” The Korean idol replied while his best friend linked her arm with his.

“So, where are we going?” Eun Jung asked after a moment of walking and catching up with Hanbin.

“A little birdie told me that you wanted to try this new Indian restaurant that opened uptown.” Hanbin said with a smirk.

“Donghyuk, that snitch!” Eun Jung said playfully with an adorable pout on her lips, “Are we really going there?” she then asked with hope in her voice.

Hanbin tried very hard not to coo at her cute antics. When it comes to Indian food, Eun Jung turned into the cutest thing ever and wished he could put her in his pocket.

“Yes, really.” He chuckled instead.

Fifteen minutes later and the two arrived at the restaurant. It was a cozy restaurant with beige, gold and red decorations. Although it opened recently, there weren’t a lot of people there. Which the both of you were thankful for because then you could eat comfortably without worrying about fans and paparazzi swarming Hanbin and bombarding him with questions about his relationship with you.

“This is nice.” Eun Jung breathed out while they’re being led to their table in the corner by the window.

“Just for you.” Hanbin said in sing-song voice, beaming at the tiny blush on Eun Jung’s cheeks.

The food was amazing. The whole time Eun Jung kept moaning and chewing loudly at the delicious food. She once told Hanbin that Indian food is similar to a lot of Arab foods and she grew up eating both so she’s thankful that there are Indian restaurants when she’s feeling homesick.

“Ahh, that hit the spot!” Eun Jung stated while patting on her tummy, chuckling down at it.

“I’m glad you enjoyed.” Hanbin felt so warm inside. It felt so long since he’d seen Eun Jung happy. She’s been feeling homesick lately and stressing out about school that her personality changed a bit. It was nice seeing her happy again.

“Alright, ready to go?” Hanbin asked after paying the bill.

“Go?” Eun Jung asked in confusion as she watched Hanbin stand up.

Hanbin nodded as he slid on his coat to protect himself from the cold February air, “There’s one more place to go to.”

“Oohh where are we going?” Eun Jung asked this as she put on her own coat and gloves, linking her arms with Hanbin as they excited the restaurant.

“It’s a surprise.”

Hanbin chuckled at Eun Jung’s slight whine, “You know I hate surprises!” She reminded him with a playful annoyance in her tone of voice.

“I know, but this will be worth it.”

They had to take the subway to their next destination and halfway through, Eun Jung quickly realized where they’re going and felt her stomach clenching, “We’re not really going there, are we?” Her voice was shaky and she began to sweat a bit.

“I know that you don’t like heights, Eun Jungie, but you always wanted to go there.” Hanbin replied as they entered the cable carts building and bought their tickets. Once he noticed Eun Jung turning pale, he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her shoulders.

“I will be here with you all the way through. But if you don’t want to go, we can go somewhere else.” As he said this, Hanbin’s voice grew soft, his breath brushing her ear while he pressed her closer to his side.

“No,” She spoke up minutes later, “I want to go and this is the only chance.” She tried to give a confident smile but Hanbin could tell she was still scared.

“I’ll hold your hand, ok?”

Eun Jung nodded and grasped his hand tightly before entering the cable cart. Her heart began to beat quickly as the cable cart jerked into movement. Hanbin’s hand was clutched in a vice grim while his other arm rubbed up and down her shoulder. At first, Eun Jung didn’t look up from the ground, too scared to see how far up they were and imagine how they wires would snap and they would plummet to their deaths. But once she noticed that the cart was going in a steady pace and nothing happened so far, she risked a glance at the window and became breathless.

Seoul was covered in a blanket of snow and the view was magnificent. It was as if they were gliding through smooth ice cream rather than being in a small box traveling through the sky.

“Wow.” She breathed out, inching closer to the window.

“Yeah.” Hanbin agreed. Though, his eyes weren’t on the window.

When they reached the top, Eun Jung gradually calmed down and her energetic nature took over. She felt giddy and excited. She never had the opportunity to visit Namsan Tower due to her very busy schedule and she felt a bit jealous whenever her friends went there. That’s why she forced herself through her fears and made the journey.

The first thing they did was wear traditional Hanbooks. At first, Eun Jung didn’t want to be a Koreaboo but Hanbin assured her that she wasn’t being one and that she enjoy it like everyone else. After they got dressed, they went to various places: the K-Star Gallery, the LG 3D zone, the LED tunnel, the Hello Kitty Island, the Ssen Toy Museum and the Teddy Bear Museum. Eun Jung’s smile never once faltered and her eyes shone brighter than any star Hanbin has seen. And when they went through the historical areas, Eun Jung shared all of her knowledge on how the Korean language was formed, changed and evolved through the years. It was nice listening to her for hours. Once they were done, Hanbin suggested they changed back into their everyday attire and buy locks to hang outside with all the rest.

“Regroup in 15 minutes?” Hanbin suggested once they stepped into the store. And with Eun Jung’s nod, the two went on their way, looking for perfect lock. And 15 minutes later, they regrouped by the exist, each holding a plastic bag. “Did you write on yours?” Eun Jung asked her best friend. Hanbin nodded then asked her the same question. After that, they went outside and searched for the perfect spot to hang their perfect lock.

“Here’s one!” Eun Jung stated loudly several feet from Hanbin’s right. It was by the corner, on the second row. Satisfied with the location, Hanbin took out his lock. Simultaneously, they leaned forward and hooked the metal onto the bar before locking it shut. Stepping back, they both read each other’s locks.

Celebrating the world’s most lovable person on the planet. I love her so much and I’m thankful she’s in my life – Hanbin

I was blessed to celebrate my birthday with someone dear to my heart. I will always love and support him – Eun Jung

The two were blushing a bright red color once they’ve finished reading each other’s little notes. They glanced at each other with a shy smile playing on their lips.

“Ready to go home?” Hanbin asked quietly as the sun behind him lowered, the sky a mix of dark blue, purple and bits of orange.

“Yeah.” Eun Jung answered just as quietly. Her eyes darted downwards and shyly held Hanbin’s hand and made their way home.

It’s safe to say that this was the best birthday Eun Jung has ever had.

#ikon scenario #ikon imagines #hanbin x reader #hanbin scenario #hanbin imagine #kim hanbin scenario #kim hanbin imagine #kim hanbin x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenario

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kwamiwayzz · 6 years ago

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Citrus Fanfic (Rec-ish) Masterpost

Hello Hello! It’s been about two weeks since the Citrus manga ended and while it leaves some of us fans thirsty for more content, Saburouta did say she’s planning for a spin-off that’s coming up in Winter 2019 :D

But since that’s 4 months away, I figured I could create this fanfic list that could keep y’all busy in the next few months ^^

Keep in mind, I actually haven’t read some of the fics on this list, but have added them here since I’ve heard good reviews from other people and thought why not add them on here too~

Also, if any of y’all are starting out reading Citrus fic you should definitely start here lol I actually have this a top rec on this list and have recommended it before but everything smx writes is absolutely amazing and in-character

Alright, I’ll possibly add some of my thoughts and opinions on some of the fics included in this list so...here we go~

Valentine’s Day by mikotyzini

Citrus: Fantasies by epitomeofdisaster

Milk and its Derivatives by Joebagadonut & WhyMeiTalksWithPigeons

Warmth by Ennju

Into the Gremlin’s Den by AlexIsOkay

A Fresh Coat by mizutanitony

Citrus - A Compilation by mikotyzini

My Papa by Shmehua1

Sweet and Sour by Cynical-Banshee

Tenderness by ArcanicSoul

Market Fresh Citrics by MCMulch

Dates Like Detentions by AlexIsOkay

The Price of Pretending by AlexIsOkay

[More under the cut since I know it’ll get really long]

Citrus schtuffs by angel0wonder - Yeah, I know I’ve recommended this before countless times in the past, but honestly, I can’t help it. I love it too much and it was the Citrus fic collection that introduced me to Citrus fic and eventually inspired me to write my own. Every chapter has nice little moments of fluff and comedy that the manga is in dire need of and every character included is in character that I can almost imagine Saburouta writing this herself! There’s some angst in it too, like chapter 41, but even those ones are a great read! If you want to know my favorites to start with, I can suggest reading chapter 9, chapter 16, chapter 25, chapter 33, CHAPTER 39 (pls read this one), chapter 41, and chapter 43. There’s a lot more and I love this collection dearly, but those chapters are my absolute favorites ^^

Uncomfortable Truths by mizutanitony - Okay, so confession time. I was actually really, and I mean REALLY hesitant to read this fic at first because of the premise. It’s basically a sequel to a bad end if Mei chose to marry her fiance Udagawa, leaving her and Yuzu separated for almost 2 years. The fic itself actually takes place 5 years after those events transpire and Yuzu and Mei are engaged and taking care of their son who’s the biological son of Udagawa. One thing I can say to why I was hesitant in reading this at first is because I thought the drama would be way too drawn out and/or I thought the premise was mostly going to heavily focus on flashbacks that have Yuzu and Mei still be separared and Mei trying to deal with herself being married to Udagawa. But when I did give this fanfic a shot, I was surprised and honestly glad I read it. The characters are all in character, and while there’s heavy drama here and there I feel like with the situation presented, it’s necessary and justified without being too overblown. Much of the focus on this fic is Yuzu and Mei trying to manage their relationship as adults, their respective jobs, and how to take care of a child. I could actually see this be a potential route if Mei did end up marrying Udagawa at the end of the manga and did try to do everything she could to win Yuzu back. And honestly, the parts where Mei and Yuzu talk out their relationship, the parts where they’re struggling mentally (especially) in figuring out where to go from where they are, especially knowing how much their past still hurts them, is the best thing I love out of this fic. Also 12/10 the smut scenes are hot. The fic itself is almost over but the chapters themselves are really long and can give y’all something to keep yourselves busy! Give it a shot!

Skipping a Beat by BluBerserker - I binged this fic during my stressful first week of school and I really like the direction the author is taking this story! I’m not really sure how it’s gonna pan out, but I was interested in the premise. Yuzu being sick and learning how to deal with living with a heart condition? Mmmmyes I can feel the angst. One thing I love about this fic is the chemistry established between Yuzu and Mei, especially after Mei finds out about Yuzu’s brugada syndrome and ends up feeling guilty for causing her more pain than necessary. She really starts to loosen up around Yuzu and comes to terms with her feelings a little faster and earlier than where the manga went ^^

Neapolitan Ice Cream & Secrets by DoorIsAjar - aAAAAAAAAAA, this one!! I love this one! This is the kind of fluff that I used to write during my earlier days getting used to writing Citrus fic for this fandom. It’s basically about Yuzu taking care of Mei after Mei gets her wisdom teeth pulled out and is loopy on nitrous-oxide. There’s just a charm and endearing appeal to this fic in particular, and while Mei has a more childlike demeanor because of how loopy she is, it’s actually very in character and just absolutely adorable. I’m just surprised Yuzu didn’t drop dead after the many times Mei has been too cute for her! >u<

Grandes Esperanzas by YuzuAihara1993 - I actually have not read this for the sole reason that...well, it’s in Spanish and I can’t read Spanish ^^; BUT don’t let that stop you! The reason I’m adding this on this list is because I’ve heard from different people, mainly smxmuffinpeddling, how amazing this fanfic is and how it made her cry. She actually translated a portion of this fic and even said she’s in the process of translating the fic itself! As for those who already can read Spanish, try this one out!

Studies With Wolves by punklobster - I just really like this one, okay? i wrote a gigantic ass review on AO3 detailing how much I loved it. It’s basically a Wolf Children-esque AU where Yuzu meets Mei in college but notices she’s not a student there. Just read it. Please, it’s amazing 12/10 in character and 20/10 would read again.

Dinner at Aihara’s by fishnspice - This was one of the very first Citrus fanfics I read on AO3 and it has this nice atmosphere established between Yuzu and Mei that I sometimes find myself reading over and over again.

Daughters and Lovers by LittleElisa - Okay, I need to recommend this one. This one, while kind of intimidating to read at first because of the formatting, is actually really nice and really in-character. I found myself re-reading this fanfic about 4-5 times after the first time I gave it a chance. It takes place around Volume 3 (back before we knew what the heck would happen, so this fic is pretty old), and takes a route where Ume finds out about their relationship pretty early on and...does not take it well, leading her to separate Yuzu and Mei. She doesn’t play the “non-understanding” parent and does actually feel bad for separating her daughters like that, but realistically I felt like this is what she would do after dealing with the shock that...well, her two daughters are making out behind closed doors. Everything else about this fic is actually amazing. I think I even remembered smxmuffinpeddling beta-ing this fic at one point! Give this one a shot! Unfortunately, the fic is unfinished and hasn’t been updated in years so like...if you like cliffhangers, well...good luck ;u;

Love Like You’ll Never be Hurt by vyoria - This one takes a bit of a different route compared to most other Citrus fics I’ve read so far. It’s basically where Yuzu and Mei don’t meet until they’re much older, like possibly in their late 20s, early 30s, and Mei is married to Amamiya. Unfortunately, because of the author’s busy schedule, there’s only been 1 chapter out so far. But the premise is nice and even if it is just one chapter I suggest y’all check it out!

i have died everyday (waiting for you) by forbiddenquill - This fic...boi, back when I read this fic I didn’t really know what to expect from it aside from it was named after a really cheesy and endearing love song from Twilight. I think the thing that gravitated me the most towards this fic was the atmosphere the author set up between Yuzu and Mei. It had been a couple months since they’d last seen each other, and you can really feel for that sense of longing they both crave while also understanding the tense atmosphere they feel around each other because of the awkwardness from being apart for so long. You know Mei wants to be with Yuzu but doesn’t know how and yet Yuzu still reaches out to her one more time just to talk. Honestly, I don’t know where this author has been but they pretty much predicted the last chapter through this fic (almost). Spoiler alert: you kinda have to read it through to know what I mean XD

And that’s the most I could think of so far! ^^; If you guys have any other fics you feel should be on this list let me know!

I’ve also written my own Citrus fics, but like...it feels weird self-promoting myself XD. I’ll just say that if you’re curious to read some of my stuff, I’m Zoop Top on fanfiction.net and Rolex on AO3

#this list couldve been longer #but it took so long collecting all the links aaaa #I might redo this list in the future if anything changes #who know ;D #citrus manga #citrus fic #fanfiction #rec list #fic rec #but seriously read these theyre gold 12/10 #turtle speaks #masterpost #kinda sorta #citrus

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emeraldwaves · 7 years ago

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Title: Brighter than the Stars in the Sky Pairing: TodoMomo Harry Potter Yule Ball AU Rating: T Word Count: 4,361

AO3

Written for my most lovely bestie/beta @its-love-u-asshole We did a private exchange and she asked for TodoMomo HP AU! I had so much fun with this, and I love you so so much. Thank you for putting up with my bullcrap and constantly reading all the shit i send at youuuu <3

Full fic under the cut!

A date. Todoroki Shouto had never been on a date, and now he needed one. Unfortunately. He wasn't the best at talking to girls. Hell, he wasn't the best at talking to anyone, and being the champion, (well, one of them) had brought him so much unwanted attention; Todoroki had been nothing but incredibly overwhelmed for the past few months.

The Yule Ball was to be held on Christmas night, and as one of the champions of Hogwarts, Todoroki was apparently required to bring a date. But Todoroki could count on one hand the amount of girls he talked to, and he couldn't imagine asking any of them. Not because they didn't appeal to him but more so because he'd never thought about asking anyone out on any sort of romantic date.

He supposed the Yule Ball didn't have to be a romantic thing, but he was convinced any girl he asked at this point would immediately take it as such.

Ever since he'd become the champion, no one had looked at him the same. Everyone suddenly wanted to be his friend, everyone loved him, (minus those who were angry a Slytherin had been chosen). No one had looked at Midoriya the same either, but for very different reasons.

The Goblet of Fire had spit out Midoriya's name after the other three champions had been pick. Bakugou Katsuki from Durmstrang, Jirou Kyouka from Beauxbatons, and finally Todoroki Shouto and Midoriya Izuku from Hogwarts. Having four champions was absolutely unheard of, and Midoriya claimed to not have put his name in, but Headmaster Nezu had cleared it saying they had no other choice, the Goblet had chosen.

Todoroki was, of course, honored to be picked as one of the champions for Hogwarts. His father had been beyond proud too, though he was also murderously angry about the fact that there had been two champions picked. "A pure-blooded wizard from the Todoroki family should be the only champion! The winner!" His voice had boomed out of the letter he had sent, and Todoroki was rather embarrassed when some of his classmates had stared at him, but he was mostly embarrassed Midoriya had heard, the green-haired boy sitting across from him at lunch.

"Sorry..." he'd muttered apologetically to Midoriya, who'd waved his hands about frantically and said it was not a problem.

A small smile had curled up on Todoroki's lips. Midoriya was such a kind person, far too nice for someone who had had such a difficult life. The Gryffindor was used to people looking at him oddly; A mudblood, with incredible potential for magical power, the green-haired boy had run into some trouble here and there. And now, people had even more of a reason to look at him.

"It's not as if you can control what your Dad says!" he'd chuckled. "You're nothing like him, Todoroki, I know that."

Todoroki had purposefully done everything in his power to be nothing like his father. He'd heard the Sorting Hat could sometimes be forgiving about houses, and he'd wanted nothing more than to be in a different house besides Slytherin. However, he'd never even been given the chance to talk to the hat, as it had barely gone on his head before calling out: "SLYTHERIN!"

And so a Slytherin he was. Though he mostly spent his time with three Gryffindors, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako and Tenya Iida. They were nice people, and Todoroki much preferred speaking to them, rather than the petty and somewhat snobby Slytherins. Though often times the three of them were the ones that did all the talking. Todoroki enjoyed listening more anyway.

"Yeah," Todoroki muttered, still feeling guilty Midoriya had heard such a horrible message. He already seemed so nervous about the whole situation, Todoroki was sure he had only made it worse.

And Todoroki had originally thought nothing would be worse than the Tasks themselves. So far, they'd only had to complete one of three Tasks, and one really had been enough. A fight against dragons, they were supposed to avoid getting hurt, and capture a golden egg, which had been carefully placed directly behind said dragon.

Midoriya had almost died when his broom had 'malfunctioned'. He'd completely lost control, crashing to the ground, which in-turn had caused him to break both of his arms. He'd somehow managed to snatch the egg, but Todoroki silently wondered at what cost. The green-haired boy had never been very talented at flying. Todoroki recalled their first flying class where Midoriya had taken almost the entire semester just to get off the damn ground.

Bakugou, the champion from Durmstrang, had fought the dragon by fighting fire with fire, and had used some sort of spell to allow himself to breathe fire. He'd been obnoxious about it, screaming directly in the dragon’s face, and Todoroki thought it a wonder the creature hadn't bit his head right off. He'd gotten the egg within record time though, which of course, made him brag about how he was the best champion, and the obvious soon-to-be winner of the Triwizard Tournament.

"Better than that shitty fake champion, Deku!" He'd spat, storming out of the tent after he'd finished his Task. Todoroki was unsure of where the nickname Deku had come from, but Bakugou had taken to calling Midoriya that for the time being, and as much as Todoroki appreciated Midoriya, he really did not want to get involved with Bakugou. The guy was annoying, and unfortunately, he'd come away unscathed from his dragon battle.

The only female champion, Kyouka from Beauxbaton, had barely even used a spell to quell her dragon. Using whips infused with magical electricity, she had wrapped its mouth shut, and wrapped its legs and wings together, easily avoiding it, though it had taken her longer than Bakugou to do so.

Todoroki had used his signature ice spell, freezing his dragon's feet to the ground, making it next to impossible for the creature to move. Originally he had thought to freeze it's mouth, but he knew it would be impossible to keep it frozen shut if the dragon used any of its fire. Keeping it frozen to the ground had only worked for so long though, because the moment it had begun to thaw, the dragon had broken free.

After narrowly avoiding claw swipes, and fire breath, Todoroki had managed to grab his egg, revealing the next Task would somehow involve water.

Something Todorooki was really not looking forward to.

Admittedly though, he was currently much more concerned about this whole Yule Ball, and who exactly he was going to bring. He really had thought nothing would be more terrifying than the Tasks they were given for the Tournament. And yet, the thought of asking some girl to a dance was horrifying in its own right.

"Have you thought about who you want to ask?" Midoriya asked that morning. He and Todoroki had met for breakfast as they normally did. They had Defense Against the Dark Arts together in the morning, so they would usually meet for food and then walk to class together.

"Hm..." Todoroki mumbled. "No." He didn't want to ask anyone quite frankly. He hated the idea of having to dance with someone and the thought of having to actually talk and entertain someone for an entire night felt exhausting. "You?" he asked shooting the question back to Midroiya.

"Mm..." Midoriya mumbled. "I was thinking about maybe asking Uraraka?"

Todoroki nodded. "Makes sense." He'd known about Midoriya's crush on the girl for quite some time now, if only because Midoriya was ridiculously obvious.

"I, uh, hope she'll say yes! I think she'd look cute in a dress," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. Admittedly, Todoroki thought they'd both look pretty darn cute together.

He'd left Midoriya after Defense Against the Dark Arts class and wished him luck with Uraraka. He had Potions next and when he arrived at the classroom, he noticed his partner was already there, which was absolutely no surprise. Her dark hair flipped up in the back of her head, fanning out like a wave, and he could see she was already hard at work. The Ravenclaw, Yaoyorozu Momo was probably one of the smartest girls in their class, and he was lucky to have her for a partner in Potions.

"Good morning, Yaoyorozu," he said softly, taking his place next to her as he watched her set up the cauldron. "Can I help?"

"Ah! Good morning, Todoroki!" she smiled, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. "No, I, uh, got here a little early so I'm basically done. Don't worry about it!" Her smile was wide, infectious, and she had a way of getting their work done so efficiently. Todoroki was always impressed by her. He even felt a little guilty for not being able to help more.

"Well, thank you," he said, nodding his head to her.

"Y-You're welcome!" she said. "Sorry, I hope you don't think I'm overstepping any boundaries. I mean I know we're supposed to set up together, but since I got here early I just figured-"

Todoroki rest his hand on her shoulder. "Yaoyorozu, it's fine. I don't mind." She was often a little jumpy and anxious, but he had no problem reminding her she was fine as she was.

"Okay, yeah. I promise I did everything correctly," she said, smoothing her thin fingers over the page of their textbook.

"I trust you," he mumbled, and suddenly he felt his cheeks grow red. The potions master stepped into the room and began to instruct the class, but Todoroki, with his newfound revelation, was having the hardest time focusing.

He did trust Yaoyorozu. He trusted her a lot. Actually she was one of the only girls he actively talked to, and spent time with, as they had spent quite a great deal of time studying outside of class together. They usually didn't talk much while studying, or rather, he allowed her to do most of the talking, but he enjoyed her presence nonetheless. Plus, she was one of the only people who had treated him exactly the same after he'd become the champion.

"Congratulations on becoming the champion!" she had said when they had been studying together, the day after he’d been chosen.

"Thanks," he'd mumbled, not taking his eyes off of the book.

"Not...excited?" she asked, and Todoroki shrugged. "Why did you put your name in then?"

It had been a legitimate question, and Todoroki didn't have the best of answers, though deep down he knew he wanted to prove he could be better than his father, do something amazing, completely separate from him.

"I guess...I wanted to prove myself," he had muttered to her finally.

"I can understand that," she'd whispered, and from the way sadness flickered across her eyes, Todoroki could tell she probably wasn't lying, and she'd probably put her own name in, sad she hadn't been chosen. However, Todoroki had found himself feeling a little relieved. If he had had to watch Yaoyorozu do those challenges...he wasn't sure he could've handled that level of stress.

"Well I think you're going to be great!" she had smiled, pulling Todoroki from his thoughts. "I'm rooting for you."

The memory was such a positive one, and though they were in completely different houses, with completely different friends, Todoroki had always felt a strong connection to Yaoyorozu. And it was then that the answer to his problem seemed so ridiculously clear, he wondered why he hadn't thought of it earlier.

"Yaoyorozu!" he said, speaking without thinking, as the teacher was still lecturing.

"E-Eh? Todoroki?" she whispered.

"Uh, sorry, I just, uh," he whispered back, regretting his stupid brain’s inability to stop him from speaking out randomly.

"Mr. Todoroki," the teacher's voice boomed. "What is so important that you feel the need to speak out of turn in my classroom? If you have something to say to Yaoyorozu that simply cannot wait, then go on, please share with the class."

Todoroki felt his cheeks heat up. He really hadn't meant to yell out her name, it had just slipped out! And he was so damn awkward he had no idea how the hell he was going to get out of this situation now.

There was only one way out he could envision.

"Actually," he said, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. "I wanted to ask Yaoyorozu to come to the Yule Ball with me. She's the only girl I could imagine going with."

The whole class went dead silent, a few girls gasping at the blunt proclamation. Sweat was dripping down his brow, and he was terrified to look next him and see what Yaoyorozu's face would look like.

"Well then," the teacher scoffed. "I believe it best something like that wait until after class. Please think before you interrupt!" she scolded, and Todoroki waited for her to take points from Slytherin, though thankfully she didn't.

He kept his eyes forward, still too terrified to look at Yaoyorozu. He couldn't believe he had done that, in front of the class no less. But while he internally panicked, he felt a small piece of paper press up against his hand. Flicking his gaze to the side, he saw Yaoyorozu staring down at their cauldron so pointedly, it was obvious she too was purposefully trying not to look at him. Her cheeks were bright red, and she looked so nervous and cute. Todoroki was honestly dumbfounded he hadn’t thought to ask her sooner.

Opening the small note she had passed him, the only thing written on it was the word, 'Yes'.

On Christmas Day it snowed, but the castle felt warmer than usual, or maybe it was the excitement Todoroki felt. He had not expected to be excited, actually he had expected to wake up on Christmas morning filled with dread for the horrible dance, but he found he wasn't disappointed to be spending the evening with Yaoyorozu.

The champions and their dates were supposed to meet ahead of time, as they were involved in a procession into the room, and Todoroki could feel his heart pounding faster and faster as he slowly got himself dressed in his dress robes. He'd smoothed a part of his hair back, and adjusted his tie so many times, he was sure he was going to make himself choke.

As the evening drew closer and closer, he realized he was growing more nervous rather than excited. What the hell was he supposed to do? He wasn't a good dancer, and Yaoyorozu was probably going to think he looked foolish out there on the dance floor when it was just the small group of them.

"Happy Christmas, Todoroki!" Midoriya's cheerful voice cut through the silence, and Todoroki jumped, startled by the noise. He actually hadn't realized he'd made it to the meeting point outside ballroom, he'd been so lost in his thoughts.

"Ah, Happy Christmas, Midoriya," he said, bowing his head.

"Who did you end up inviting? You never told me!" Midoriya smiled, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

Todoroki felt his cheeks heat up, just thinking about her again. There was no way Yaoyorozu Momo wasn't going to look absolutely stunning, and there was no way Todoroki would be able to talk to her. (Even though he did talk to her practically everyday).

"Ah, I invited Yaoyorozu Momo, you know the Ravenclaw in our year?" he said.

Midoriya's eyes widened. "Really?! Wow! Yaoyorozu is so beautiful! I bet you guys will look great together!" he smiled.

"Heh, thanks..." Todoroki muttered, scratching at his cheek. Surely Yaoyorozu would look good, but he doubted he would look like anything good compared to her. "Did you invite Uraraka?" he asked, immediately changing the subject. The more he thought about Yaoyorozu, the more he felt like he was going to throw up. Which he assumed would be highly un-champion-like.

Pursing his lips, Midoriya looked down as he rubbed his hands together. "Well...I did...but it turns out...she had already been asked by someone!" he laughed awkwardly.

"Iida?" he asked, but Midoriya simply shrugged.

"She wouldn't say, but last I had heard, Iida didn't have a date yet so...I don't think so..." he mumbled.

Todoroki frowned. That was odd. He couldn't imagine Uraraka going with anyone but Midoriya. He was surprised she had said yes to this mysterious other person.

"It's alright! I asked Tsu instead!" he smiled quickly. "She's super fun. I think it'll be great," he laughed, trying to sound cheerful and Todoroki thought the two would be very cute together, and also maybe a little green.

"Sounds nice," Todoroki said quietly.

"Ah! Todoroki! Isn't that Yaoyorozu?" Midoriya said, nudging his shoulder.

He swallowed, knowing the second he looked behind himself, he'd see her, standing at the top of the stairs. She probably looked amazing, she probably looked like she belonged at this ball with someone who would actually know how to dance and make her look even better. She probably-

"Todoroki!"

-looked absolutely, incredibly perfect.

She was positively glowing. Her long dark hair was smooth and draped over her shoulder, her bangs swept to the side. He was so used to seeing her with her hair up in her wavy ponytail, he almost didn't recognize her. Her deep blue dress sparkled, and came all the way down to the floor, hugging her shapely hips perfectly. A fluffy white shrug was draped over her shoulders, and she wore small white gloves, which covered her thin fingers. His mouth fell open as he stared at her on the stairs, knowing it was rude to do so, but not giving any sort of care.

She waved once, her cheeks heating up as Todoroki could find no words to say. She was stunning, and he looked like a moron, mouth open, eyes locked on her. She had begun to walk down the steps, her shoes clicking against the marble staircase, and Todoroki slowly extended his hand for her to take when she stepped off the last step.

"Say something," Midoriya mumbled, nudging him.

"Uh...Ya-Yaoyorozu...you look...uh...wow," he breathed. Up close, she looked even better. Her eyes glittered with a gentle blue shadow, and her lips were blushed pink, making it impossible not to stare at them.

"R-Really?" she whispered, biting down on her lip (a sight so cute, Todoroki's knees could've completely given out right there). "It doesn't look weird?"

"NO!" he yelled. "I-I mean..." he stammered, squeezing her gloved hand, and slowly bent down to kiss her hand. She looked like a princess, and deserved to be treated as such. "It...you look...really beautiful,” he finished once he rose back up.

"O-Oh!" she gasped, her skin the reddest color he’d ever seen on a person’s face. "T-Thank you. You look really nice too. These robes...they uh...suit you!" she said, adjusting the bow tie around his neck.

"T-Thanks..." he muttered, hooking his arm around hers as they began to set up the procession.

Todoroki was surprised to see Kyouka had chosen Kaminari, a hyper-active Hufflepuff to be her date. But the real shock was Uraraka showing up in a bubblegum pink dress to be Bakugou's date. It was unexpected, and Midoriya looked a little surprised and disappointed, though the moment Tsuyu arrived, he focused on her and her alone.

They explained how the procession would work, but Todoroki found he wasn't listening. He couldn't stop looking at Yaoyorozu and how beautiful she looked. Her hair, her makeup, her dress had all been pieced together by what seemed to be perfection, and Todoroki couldn't imagine being here with anyone else.

When the four couples walked into the main ballroom Todoroki was shocked by how many people were there, clapping and cheering for them. As they made their way slowly to the dance floor, Todoroki suddenly remembered they were about to dance for everyone. He had been so nervous about seeing Yaoyorozu, he completely forgot he had to actually dance with her.

"We will now begin the introductory Dance of the Champions!" Headmaster Nezu called out, smiling wide as the music began.

Todoroki snapped his hand against Yaoyorozu's waist stiffly, and he held her hand in his own. He wasn't completely at a loss when it came to dance, as he had been forced to take lessons as a young child, but he was not talented at it in anyway. "S-Sorry, I'm not much of a dancer."

"Don't worry," Yaoyorozu giggled softly. "Me neither."

Todoroki pressed on her hand gently, pushing her forward as they began to sway in time with the music. Her dark hair swung around her face, and brushed against his hand on her waist. "I...didn't realize your hair was so long," he mumbled, staring into her dark eyes.

"Well, I don't like to wear it down because it...gets messy if I don't take the time to really style it," she admitted softly. "B-But I thought tonight, since it was a special occasion and all..." she whispered.

"Y-Yeah! It...looks great!" he hummed. "You should...do it more often."

Her cheeks turned red again, and she nodded quickly. The two moved about the dance floor, smiling at each other, and Todoroki was happy to see Bakugou was struggling far more than he was. He'd even heard Urarara squeak out in pain when he had stepped on her feet a few times. (Which Todoroki as much as Todoroki felt bad for her, he was happy to see Bakugou stumbling. Turns out, he wasn't the best at everything).

"Seems like we're not the worst ones out here," Yaoyorozu said, her hand on Todoroki's shoulder squeezing him gently.

"Not at all," he mumbled.

"You're a good dancer, Todoroki," she said quietly. "You had nothing to worry about." Her hand slid over his shoulder and she pulled herself closer to him, the two moving across the dance floor with much more ease than the other couples. Kaminari looked like he had never lead a dance in his life, and Kyouka looked less than pleased.

The song ended, and Todoroki stepped back, bowing to Yaoyorozu, as he held out his hand to return to the dance. The dance floor had now opened up to everyone, and though Todoroki hadn't expected to spend the evening dancing, he found himself enjoying being out on the dance floor with Yaoyorozu. She was a good partner, and even when Todoroki stumbled, the two would laugh, smiling at each other. Todoroki was lost in her, lost in the feeling of her hands against his body, and lost in her eyes which stared directly into his.

A slower song began, and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. She draped her arm over his shoulder, and rest her head against his chest, the two swaying slowly. Perhaps the dance wasn't all that bad. And talking to girls, if they were like Yaoyorozu, wasn't all that bad either.

Being this close to her, he realized how nice she smelled; like a fall day with a dash of peppermint. He could've held her there forever.

"You want to take a break?" she asked softly, when the slower song ended and the music picked up tempo once again.

Todoroki nodded, and pulled her outside onto the balcony. It was cold, but the snow flurried around them, light white pieces getting stuck in Yaoyorozu's hair, decorating her like twinkling sparkles until they melted into water against her body heat.

"It's cold, but after dancing for so long, I kind of appreciate this temperature!" she giggled, leaning her arms against the edge of the balcony. The view was stunning, looking out onto the lake which surrounded Hogwarts castle, but Todoroki couldn't stop looking at Yaoyorozu and the way her long locks flowed through the breeze. "Plus it's so nice out!" she smiled, looking back at him.

He stepped forward, leaning over the balcony with her, and nodded. "It is really...nice." He swallowed, and quickly reached his hand out, taking hers in his. "T-Thank you...for coming with me tonight," he mumbled awkwardly.

"A-Ah!" she jumped back a bit, holding onto his hand, her cheeks flushing against the cool wind. "No! T-Thank you for inviting me!" she whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear with her free hand. "It's...been really fun!" she smiled, and Todoroki was convinced her smile outshone every star in the sky.

"Uh...y'know..." Todoroki muttered, his eyes glancing around at everywhere but her face. It was so hard not to stare at her cute, pink lips. "Maybe we could...do this again sometime?" he suggested.

"Come to...a fancy dance that only happens once every five years?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Ah...Uh...no..." Todoroki blushed, shaking his head as his eyes finally met hers. "I meant we could...go on another...date." He bit down on his lip, realizing he'd never actually labeled this as a date, but he supposed there was nothing else he could call it.

"O-Oh!" she gasped, and covered her mouth with her free hand. He could feel the one he held in his trembling a bit, but her eyes twinkled and she smiled again. Stepping forward, she held both of Todoroki's hands in her own, and she leaned up brushing her lips against his. "I...would love that," she said, pulling away.

But Todoroki's lips quirked up into a smile, and he slid his hand through her long dark locks, bringing their lips back together as he kissed her again, this time deeper, and longer, his lips lingering over her as he sucked gently on her lower.

"Great..." he whispered, pulling away from her.

"Y-Yeah...I...look forward to it," she mumbled shyly.

"Me too..." he said, squeezing her hand.

So maybe the dance had seemed terrifying at first, but now Todoroki was convinced it was the best thing that had happened to him all year.

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #BHNA Fanfiction #Harry Potter AU #Yule Ball AU #fluff #gift fic #AU #one shot #BHNA

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jojotier · 7 years ago

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My secret santa gift for @eri516 for @jjba-secret-santa‘s event !! My apologies in advance for how long it took to get this out for you, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

Title: Ice Try

Rating: PG

Pairing: JotaKak

Some of the genres you wanted to receive were romance, fluff, and comedy, so I just combined all three of them into one! I hope you enjoy this, even if the premise itself is just some simple ice skating stuff, haha

(actual fic under the cut since it’s a little long...)

“Jojo- aren’t you coming out here too?”

Jotaro glanced to Kakyoin as he glided his way across the ice over to him, leaning against the unstable, sharp metal rods that someone thought would be less of safety hazard than the piles of snow surrounding the makeshift rink. Kakyoin tilted his head at him, bang threatening to fall out from where it had been tucked up under a beanie. His cheeks were flushed- probably from the couple of minutes of sustained ice bullfuckery he’d been up to- and in the background, some kid shrieked.

“No.” Jotaro said, bemused. He wasn’t really one for this kind of thing. It was tiring just watching Kakyoin speed his way through several complex jumps and loops- and he already got enough exercise dealing with stand users and his fan club on a regular basis. Dancing around on knife shoes didn’t really appeal to him, even if Jotaro liked watching Kakyoin go well enough.

Kakyoin pouted at him, as if a look could move Jotaro from his spot, and leaned forward, leaning his arms on top of the arms that Jotaro had on the railing. The metal poked into his flesh, lending more to the feeling that he was trying to set up trade negotiations with a foreign tyrant or some frivolous shit. Said redheaded tyrant of Jotaro’s leaned forwards a little as he asked, “Why not? It’s getting lonely out here, surrounded by a bunch of rambunctious toddlers. Besides, I think it high time that we do something suitably sappy, hm?”

“You’re right at home with those rambunctious toddlers.”

“Says Mister Fashion Disaster in your obnoxious purple peacock overcoat. Maybe you can make the outfit work if you wore some skates…”

“I don’t skate.” was all Jotaro said.

“What, too much of a big die hard tough man to go out on the ice?” Kakyoin teased, snorting a little.

“I just don’t skate. I’ve only done it once.” Granted, that once was back when he was about five years old and had his mother holding his hands throughout it, a time that he’d disliked so strongly for a reason he could never remember that he adamantly got out of every subsequent attempt to go back to any kind of rink, but it was there.

Kakyoin blinked for a moment before grinning widely. “Oh Jotaro, why didn’t you just say so? If you don’t know how, I can just teach you- you can lean on me, and we can go a little slower than the toddlers screaming behind me so we can get you back up to speed.”

“I would prefer not to.” Jotaro deadpanned. Kakyoin leaned forwards more, both pressing down a bit more and leaning in closer to him, as if that would help his case.

“It’ll be fun, JoJo! Just you and me, leaning against each other and trying not to let your massive body topple us into the cold depths. Think of the danger, Jotaro.” Kakyoin whispered to him ostentatiously, eyes twinkling with some kind of mischief that never meant anything good for Jotaro.

“You’re making up needless danger.” Jotaro said. “It’s putting flimsy blades on your feet and then trying to balance on them.”

Kakyoin thought for a moment before adding, “And backflips. It’s also about the backflips, and execution thereof. So if it’s not dangerous, I don’t see why not...”

“Literally only you are doing those, and I’m starting to think those are illegal. It’s tiring even looking at you go…” Seeing all that energy that Kakyoin still had made him dizzy sometimes, and mostly like he needed a nap. Either that, or that was the cold making him lethargic.

“We don’t have to start you off on any of that for right now- even being out on the ice with my wonderful, open minded, beautiful Jotaro is all I need.” Kakyoin smiles, looking up at Jotaro through his lashes.

“... Don’t think being cute is going to change my mind.”

“C’mon, baby- this is the exact kind of scenario where being cute should work.”

“You’re always like that, so I don’t-”

“I can kiss you until you change your mind.”

Jotaro paused. He stared at Kakyoin, smiling like the Cheshire cat like that, because the little bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

“.... Hm…”

Kakyoin leaned up and kissed the corner of Jotaro’s mouth, and that mouth was far too warm for this freezing day. They were still out in public, sure, but what few others were there were too busy trying not to fall or paying attention to their own sweethearts to really give a second glance. Damn Kakyoin, using Jotaro’s only real weakness against him. Kakyoin pressed his lips against Jotaro’s cheeks, his nose, and just as he was trying to reach up to get his brow, Jotaro cracked.

“... Fine. Let’s go get some skates.” Kakyoin grinned at that and finally eased up, allowing Jotaro to free his arms and move along the side of the rink to where some entrepreneur or another, seeing the opportunity of the place, had set up a small booth and had a myriad of skates on display.

It was just skating. How bad could it really be?

Bad. It could be very bad. Jotaro suddenly, vehemently remembered why he hated being out on the ice the moment that, after his careful shuffle down the makeshift path through the snow ended, his foot hit the actual ice.

The biggest problem was that, for the goddamn life of him, Jotaro wasn’t able to balance.

The ice was slippery, because it was ice. That hadn’t changed. And now he trying to stay upright on it, all 195 centimeters balanced precariously on two thin skate blades of honestly dubious quality. This was the absolute stupidest thing that he had ever done, in his life, easily, and he once ignored literally any sign that his Kakyoin had been replaced by a weird slobbery impostor even though said impostor grew to be taller than him over the span of an hour. Jotaro was about to go ahead and ask Kakyoin how it came down to this, but at seeing his face, the words died in his throat.

Jotaro was suffering- there was no doubt about that- but Kakyoin’s entire face was lit up in that way that made his eyes shine a little brighter. The smile on his face was sweet, and he spoke with the undercurrent of excitement he always got when he was teaching someone something new. “Here, baby- relax a little, alright?” Kakyoin held onto Jotaro’s arm to steady him a little, offering up a happy smile that made Jotaro’s insides flutter a bit.

Good grief. Kakyoin was going to be the death of him, one day.

Jotaro decided to just hold out, if only because Kakyoin was warm against him and also talking, which Jotaro realized he hadn’t even been listening to whatsoever for the last minute. His arm was tugged a bit, and Kakyoin, seemingly bemused, just said, “Here- let’s just take a step here…”

It still felt like his feet were sliding out from underneath him, but he was able to step forward without incident. Beside him, Kakyoin was laughing a little under his breath. “Hey, it’s alright- there’s really no need to be nervous, JoJo! You’re doing fine.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“The hand currently trying to cut off blood flow to the lower half of my body begs to differ.”

Jotaro suddenly noticed that he was gripping the side of Kakyoin’s waist tightly and loosened up a little, pretending that that death grip hadn’t happened at all. It must have just been a figment of both of their imaginations. So was the fact that Star Platinum’s arm materialized in his stead, immediately clinging to Kakyoin’s waist like a parasite. That wasn’t actually happening either, so Kakyoin should get that smug look off of his face.

After that, it was fine for a little bit. Jotaro didn’t have to lean quite so heavily on Kakyoin, and he actually got somewhat of a hang on balancing himself once he was actually gliding along the ice. It was starting to get a little dark- probably their fault, for getting sidetracked after stumbling across this place on an evening walk- and the rambunctious toddlers from before had been thinning out for a while by then.

Kakyoin slowly inched away from his arm, hand reaching down to hold onto Jotaro’s hand instead, intertwining their fingers as they fell into the lull and sway of skating together. Even through thick gloves (that still had Noriaki complaining about the cold, somehow), Kakyoin was warm and seemingly humming with energy that was just waiting to explode out. Holding onto him was like trying to hold onto a bolt of lightning- though Jotaro felt infinitely less guilty (or really, no guilt at all) about his selfish want of having Kakyoin nearby and his.

It was basically just the two of them out on the ice. It was stupidly cheesy and sounded exactly like the kind of shit that happened in really bad romcoms where something was about to go monumentally wrong, but Jotaro would be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

Just as he was thinking about the fact that he might actually have this entire balance thing down, Kakyoin suddenly broke out of Jotaro’s hold, sliding easily out from under him and through his fingers. There was an ostentatious show of an overly dramatic 180 degree turn as Jotaro was left to pitch forward slightly, suddenly out something steady, and grinned in that wide, mischievous way that only meant trouble for Jotaro. As soon as Jotaro regained some semblance of balance, Kakyoin’s grin widened to an almost disturbing degree and he just gently skated far out of Jotaro’s possible reach.

That cheeky bastard.

“Come on now, JoJo-” Kakyoin said cheerfully as he turned, looking coyly over his shoulder. “No need to give me that dour little look, dearest- think of this as a test! Catch me and you’ll have graduated from the level of rambunctious toddler to a full grown man of moderate proficiency!”

Jotaro stared after him, just giving him a look. “I don’t have to prove myself to you.”

“You don’t,” Kakyoin admitted with an overlong sigh, “but that doesn’t mean that we can’t have a little fun here, does it?”

Jotaro skated forwards a bit (and he didn’t slide at all or look like some clumsy gorilla with how much his back bent to keep himself from lunging forward, so fuck off), staring at Kakyoin. Now that he was just kind of standing there on these flimsy things, with a complete lack of being able to glance at Kakyoin by his side, this entire idea had sunken right back down to being utter shit. Kakyoin skated backwards a bit, somehow, keeping his posturing easy and still even as an eyebrow raised.

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Kujo? Or are you taking me up on mine?” Kakyoin accused, eyes shining at the prospect of some kind of competition. Which also didn’t bode well for Jotaro. A mischievous Kakyoin was one thing- a Kakyoin that thought that there was something to be won was likely one of the most terrifying forces of nature put on Earth. If he took another step further, all bets were off- he’d be playing with fire.

And honestly, Jotaro had had enough fire for one day- he just wanted to have his arms wrapped around his boyfriend again, dammit. Preferably without the ugly bladerunners, but he could deal with them if they were something that Kakyoin enjoyed.

So he summoned Star Platinum. The stand waved at Kakyoin as Kakyoin blinked, looking to Jotaro with some confusion that was soon frozen on his face as time around them stopped. It didn’t take long to get the momentum up, especially since everything was so still around them, and once the few precious seconds were up, he was right in front of Kakyoin, right within the perfect distance for snatching him back up.

Kakyoin gave a shrill squawk of a sound and then Jotaro realized that 1) he was probably going far faster than any sane person skating ought to and 2) he had no fucking clue how to stop.

He slid forwards quickly, one arm having already hooked through Kakyoin’s as he accidentally knocked the both of them off balance. Which was an especially stupid move since only one of them was actually competent with this shit and now they were both sliding forwards, straight through the uneven metal ‘railing’ (it was more like a fence of deadly spikes, and not for the first time Jotaro wondered what asshole even designed this makeshift place) and into one of the fluffy mounds of snow beyond.

They both ended up rolling forwards a bit before they settled in a mildly contorted pile of limbs and coats. Kakyoin’s bang had long since been freed from the confines of a beanie mysteriously nowhere to be found, and Jotaro felt his own hat dunked back on his head along with a metric ton of snow. Kakyoin looked down at Jotaro from where he was sprawled out partially on top of him. Jotaro looked back up at him and said, “I’m never doing that again.”

Kakyoin snorted, cheeks going rosy and face twisting up with a bright smile. “I figured you might say that. Still, I’m glad you at least tried this out with me.” Kakyoin leaned forwards, pressing his lips to Jotaro’s chastely. When he tried to pull away, Jotaro gently slid his hand into Kakyoin’s hair, bringing him back down for another kiss.

Once they pulled apart, Jotaro said, “I want food.”

“Eloquent as always, I see- though I suppose we’ve definitely earned a good, hot meal after all that.” Kakyoin said, as if his stomach wasn’t immediately loudly and embarrassingly growling at the thought of dinner. Which it was, and Jotaro had heard it, so there was no hiding it no matter how many pleading looks were sent his way.

Kakyoin got up, offering up a hand to Jotaro. Jotaro took it, letting himself be hoisted up as he said, “Consider it payment for the stunt you tried to pull.”

“The stunt I tried to pull?” Kakyoin’s eyebrows raised, “And we’re not going to address the tackle and tumble we both just went through. Because I don’t know about you, but that seemed pretty stunt like, just glitching through reality like that- one might even say damn near close to shenanigans. Maybe even hijinx, if we really want to label it.”

“I told you I don’t skate. What did you expect?” Jotaro reminded him.

Kakyoin laughed a little, slipping his hand into Jotaro’s slightly damp coat pocket. “Oh, nothing much- general competency, maybe a little more grace… then again, you’re just one big oaf in the end.”

“Rude.”

“Well, you’re my oaf.”

“I can’t argue with that.”

Jotaro slipped his hand into the pocket with Kakyoin’s, slowly closing his fingers around it. Kakyoin looked up at him, and for a moment it was quiet. Jotaro caught sight of Hierophant retrieving Kakyoin’s beanie from somewhere in the mounds of snow, periscoping up and proudly once he had it, and then Kakyoin moved Jotaro’s attention back to him just by squeezing his hand. A deep warmth seeped into Jotaro’s fingers, and he couldn’t help but squeeze back.

“Now then, shall we go?”

#jotakak #jjba #jjba-secret-santa-2017 #jotaro kujo #noriaki kakyoin #i hope you enjoy !!#fanfiction

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badbangtanimagines · 7 years ago

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Eight Little Scouts: A Bad Bangtan Fic - Part 7 (Finale)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A horror fic for halloween, inspired by the poem Ten little Indians and Rooster Teeth series Ten Little Roosters. Gender neutral main character so anyone can read it.

Warnings: Character death, graphic

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/B/N) = Your Bias’ Name

“Please come quick! We were having a party and... everyone’s dead. Please hurry, please!”

Jungkook gave the information to the 119 operator, even faking crying for effect. He hung up and started laughing. He looked in the mirror of the downstairs bathroom. His grim reaper makeup was smudged everywhere and had tear streaks. He nodded to himself, hopefully looking disheveled enough to not be suspicious.

Jungkook walked out the front door, the handle never have been heated. He stood there waiting until he heard the sirens coming, then he started acting. He paced around, tugging at his hair, biting his thumb, even fake crying as the police and ambulances came up. Many of the police searched the house while two started questioning Jungkook.

“What happened here?” The first, shorter officer asked.

Jungkook used the back of his hand to wipe some of his tears. “We we’re just hanging out having fun for Halloween, but then Namjoon-hyung was stabbed and then we found this weird morbid poem about how we’d all die.”

“And you’re the only survivor?” The second, taller cop asked.

“I don’t know, I think so. I wasn’t in the room when some people died they could have just fainted or something. But I think everyone was checking pulses and stuff.”

“And do you know why this would happen?”

“Oh!” Jungkook exclaimed. “The killer, Min Yoongi, he kept messing with us with this speaker.” Jungkook pulled the speaker and Suga’s phone out of his sweatpants pocket. “He had it hooked up to his phone to play things, like a remote. It’s also a recorder I think, this part looks like a microphone. Here, lemme unlock it.”

Jungkook used his thumbprint to unlock Suga’s phone. One of the officers looked at him curiously. “You can unlock his phone?”��

Jungkook looked at the cop offended. “Yes. We live together, most of us expect Y/N, they’re not in our band. The other seven of us all had each other’s thumbprints in our phones.”

The officer dropped it but was still suspicious of unharmed survivor. Jungkook handed the phone to the taller officer while the shorter one looked Jungkook up and down. “What happened to your hand?”

Jungkook looked down at his bandaged hand. “Oh, I completely forgot about this. When the first person, Namjoon, was stabbed we tried to escape, but the door handle was super hot somehow and burned my hand.”

“You should get that checked out.” The shorter cop said, not believing the home alone story of a heated door handle , motioning Jungkook to the ambulance.

Jungkook headed over, and the cops followed him. One of the medics who wasn’t too busy started unwrapping Jungkook’s bandage, and to the cops’ surprise Jungkook’s hand had a nasty burn in a shape similar to the door handle. What the cops weren’t aware of was while J Hope was being poisoned by pills, Jungkook unscrewed a door knob from one of the doors downstairs. He heated it up on the open flame stove before burning himself. There was no way he’d be able to heat the door handle of the front door and so he faked it, that way no one would escape as well as the cops would be less suspicious of him.

The taller cop nudged his partner. “Check this out, there’s a bunch of recorded audio clips.”

Jungkook faked curiosity, looking to see what it is. The taller cop played them, which was clips that played through the night including the scream, I Need U, Run, but other things as well. Older ones were small samples of songs Suga wanted to make, but the newest one was the fake confession from drunk, guilty Suga.

“You know, every time you’re left alone someone dies.” Jungkook’s voice slurred slightly.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Suga responded

There was a slight pause before Jungkook continued. “Prove to me you’re not the killer.”

“I didn’t do it!”

“All of us can say we’re not the killer, but one of us is! Where’s your proof?”

“What if I am the killer huh? What are you gonna do about it?”

“Are you?”

“You said it yourself Kook! Every time I’m alone someone dies! Maybe I brought a real knife to the party all along to stab Rap Monster with! Maybe I brought Y/N’s bag upstairs for V to trip over! Maybe I caused the power outage and taped the speaker under the table! Maybe I wrapped the webbing around Jimin’s neck! Maybe I’m the killer Jungkook! What are you gonna do about it?”

There was a pause before the sound of breaking bottles and a struggle could be heard.

“One lived for music…” Your voice came through.

The recording ended there. One of the cops turned to Jungkook. “What does ‘One lived for music’ mean?”

Jungkook gestured vaguely. “It was in the poem. Like I said before, most of us were in a band. That’s when J Hope - Hoseok - was poisoned by pills according to the others.”

“And where were you?” One of the officers asked.

Jungkook let out a shaky sigh. “Well, after Suga and I got into the drunk fight I kind of stormed off. I was really mad and I’m even worse when I’m drunk so I just left.”

“This person’s still alive!” Someone called.

“What?” Jungkook asked through gritted teeth. The cops gave him a suspicious look so he quickly started coughing. “What?” He asked much more hopeful sounding.

A group of medics ran to grab a gurney out of the ambulance. Jungkook’s glad he had white make up on or the cops would have seen him pale when the medics ran to where your body was. He mentally started cursing at himself. He was certain he had waited until you stopped breathing before he called.

The medics placed you on the gurney and wheeled you to one of the ambulance. You had pretended to stop breathing a while after Jungkook gave his speech. You’re sure you had fainted again but right now you were vaguely aware of what was happening.

Jungkook ran up beside you, pretending to be relieved to see you, not knowing you were conscious. “Y/N! Please hold on, don’t leave me alone. Please!”

You looked at him, taking a moment to make out his face and process everything. You started struggling against the restraints that strapped you onto the gurney for your safety. “Get away from me!” You rasped out.

The police shared looks. Jungkook kept up his act, furrowing his eyebrows. “Y/N, Y/N it’s me Jungkook!”

It was hard for you to make out words so you just started yelling incoherently. The police pulled Jungkook away from you and the medics gave you a sedative when you entered the ambulance.

Almost two weeks later you were finally discharged from the hospital, and immediately the police began questioning you.

“Y/N, we need you to tell us everything.” The cop sitting across from you at the table said.

You quickly went into as much detail as you could, including how Jungkook came up to you afterwards and confessed. Then they asked questions, making you repeat things almost to test if you were lying. You included personally details like how you all thought the killer was Suga for a while, who you thought was going to die when, and even your crush on Y/B/N, anything to get them to believe that you weren’t lying.

The police believed you readily, already having Jungkook the main suspect for a while. You’re confession was just icing on the cake.

As the trail approached, you started noticing the death threats. Not from Jungkook, but from Armies. Sure they’d always been there, but the amount was increasing now after the party. Armies were never the most understanding group, and now Jungkook has started playing his cards right to the media, they were furious you would try to blame this all on him.

You were being lead to the court for your testimony when a fan had pushed there way to get a good shot. They shot you right in the head, killing you instantly.

Jungkook started to get more confident how that his only witness was killed. Jungkook wasn’t prepared though for the amount of evidence that the prosecutor had against him.

On the last day of court, Jungkook decided there was no way he would make it out innocent. He had snuck in the same pills that he used to kill J Hope into the courtroom. He took ten through out the day until he finally collapsed against the table.

One little scout thought they had won,

The cops didn't believe it and then there was none.

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empressarisu · 8 years ago

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A lot of people have been posting their fic recs lately, so i'm curious. what's YOUR top 10 yoi fics? ;)

Oh… my god.. /sweats nervously/ okay.. so I just have to sift through the hundreds of fics I’ve read and pick just 10 of them??? hahah..hahaha.. easy enough.. (it wasn’t) :””””) i spent more than an hour trying to decide on these anon, how could u make me do this…. jk jk ilu but this was so hard :((

My top 10 Yuri on Ice fanfics (and why) as of 3/17/17:(in no particular order)

On My Love by RikoJasmine || @min-min-minnie

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.

Ngl, this is my absolute fave fic. I’m a sucker for time travel AUs and the writing is just so?? beautiful?? There’s so much angst, but so much fluff as well. (Gods know I almost died from the latest update, it was just so cute) So, if you’re apprehensive in reading this because of the heavy angst, let me just tell you right now that it gets better and it’s worth it.

katsuki_fc wrote by tetsurashian

Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.

(aka a social media fic)

Yuri on Ice + social media? Count me the fuck in. It made me nostalgic for my LJ days from back then too. Ah good times.. It’s basically reliving all the feels and emotions we had when watching yoi. :”) I reread this from time to time because I just never get tired of it!

all the world’s a stage by braveten || @actualyuuri

Everyone has a guilty pleasure.

For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov.

(And, honestly, on the spectrum of guilty pleasures, he figures that his is on the far, far more innocent side.)

Yo… if you haven’t read this fic yet then you’re missing out on life, fam. Lol jkjk but really, this fic is perfection! The story has great flow, on-point characterizations and amazing writing with the right amount of fluff, angst, and smut!

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya || @kazliin

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

I’m pretty sure almost everyone and their cats and dogs and hamsters have already read this fic?? I have never cried so much as I did while I was reading this, and even now, weeks after it ended, I’m still shook and blown away by it. I’m both ready and not ready for the companion fic coming out this March 26. (Mark your calendars, folks!)

You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV || @contentwhatcontent

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.

AKA. The slowest of the slowest burn in the history of fanfics ever, but the burn is so good. I know that people have mixed feelings about omegaverse, but I firmly believe that people should at least try and read this one. It’s very well written, and also different from most ABO fics I’ve read. It throws most of the ABO tropes/cliches out the window.

Kings in Couture by slightlied || @forovnix

a devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri’s his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands—“Okay, okay. Ready.” Yuuri starts scribbling as the voice on the other end, someone from the Style and Trends department, relays instructions. “Sorry, can you please spell ‘Gabbana’?”

The person on the line promptly hangs up on him.

Awkwardly, he sets the phone back on the receiver. “Guess not.”

Devil Wears Prada AU. ‘Nuff said. Okay so this is just like 2 chapters right now, but I’m already in love with it and everyone should read it?? Just.. fashion. Katsuki Yuuri and the Jeans™. Read it and you’ll know what I mean. Just do. It has ruined me for life and /deep breaths/… Katsuki Yuuri and the Jeans™

Ink on Ice by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia) || @aquaregiastuff

Because a mangaka and figure skater just didn’t mix together. Or so people thought until they saw Katsuki Yuuri and Viktor Nikiforov.

AHHHHHHHH, this fic is so good! It just makes my belief true that whatever career Viktor and Yuuri end up in, they’ll always, always end up finding each other and fall in love. They’re just so pure I can’t even-

Like a Fairytale by lucycamui || @lucycamui

In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri.(And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).

“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”

“…Sweet.”

“Well, he does make pastries.“

Fluff. Fluff. And oh, have I mentioned the fluff? No? Then… Oh my god the fluff. This is where I run to when the angst gets too much in other fics, tbh. It’s so cute and heartwarming and sweet and perfect and hilarious, and just generally amazing. My heart is bursting with rainbows and fluff.

On ICE!!! by Watermelonsmellinfellon || @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon

The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game. In fifteen years, his dream is realized. Little does he know that Victor’s attention has been caught by the very game he unknowingly inspired. So ensues the cutest meeting ever and the relationship that follows.

I believe every fandom should have a Video Game AU. :”) Alright so, this is another fic that’s just bursting with fluffiness?? It’s so cute and I’d really sell my soul to get a copy of that video game Yuuri made. I want it so, so bad ugh.. (Oh btw, this author has a lot of great yoi fanfics ya’ll should check it out)

centripetal force by braveten || @actualyuuri

Victor speaks seven languages.

(Physics isn’t one of them.)

Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.

Is it obvious by now that I’m actual trash for Maddie’s fics. Anyway, this fic is honestly #goals. Oh wait.. Every fic of hers is #goals tbh. Plot, characterization, dialogue, everything. I honestly have no words other than: Amazing, fantastic, beautiful, and wonderful. (Go and read all her fics, yo)

I missed many other wonderful fics, but for now, these 10 are the ones that left a huge impact on me. :”) I’d like to take this moment to thank these wonderful authors for all their hard work in making these amazing fics! Thanks for sharing these gems to us!

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solosorca · 8 years ago

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Ryoma has the idea of Ice play after he sees Tezuka eating a popsickle

Also for @ayameandfriends who also requested ice play

Send me a pillar NSFW headcanon/prompt and I shall write fic

It was another blisteringly hot day. The air shimmered, thick and heavy.

Ryoma leant back against one of the poles holding up the veranda roof, a leg danging off, hanging in the heat. He fanned himself vaguely as he flicked through a magazine, his brain too mussed to take more than half the words in.

Abive him, a bell pinged, a sharp sound cutting through the constant hum of cicadas. His eyes flicked up to it before returning to the magazine via Tezuka.

Tezuka was sat opposite him, looking particularly un-Tezuka like. His hair was stuck in odd directions where he’d brushed it out of his face and his yukata was falling off his shoulders, offering a truly delectable sight. A book was in one hand and a popsicle in the other, which was melting all over his hand.

Ryoma watched with interest as Tezuka pushed the popsicle past his lips, taking most of it in, sucking and then sliding it out again. Ryoma shifted, now uncomfortably hot, he could imagine Tezuka doing that with something else, something infinitely more enjoyable for Ryoma.

Tezuka noticed him staring and his eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Nothin’,” Ryoma muttered, turning back to his magazine, his face burning. There was no way he could concentrate on reading now!

Carefully, so as not to be caught, Ryoma glanced up through his damp fringe. Tezuka was still struggling with his popsicle, trying to keep the sticky blue liquid off his book.

It stirred up all kinds of thoughts in Ryoma’s head, all the things he wanted to do to Tezuka right now. Touch him, kiss him, take him up to bed or do him right here on the veranda, straddling Ryoma’s legs, fucking himself, his yukata barely staying on or strip him and lay him bare on the floorboards and drive all thought from his head.

A bit of the popsicle broke off, falling onto Tezuka’ bare chest. Tezuka twitched and gasped -a gasp that almost sounded like a moan. Ryoma bit his lips, trying to think about anything but tracing the lines of Tezuka’s body with ice, relishing every shudder and moan.

Fuck. That was hot.

Before he could stop himself, he was scuttling off to the kitchen, emptying the ice cube tray into a glass.

It wasn’t fair! Tezuka was far too attractive for his own good and always found a way to show it off at the wrong times. At least they were alone today, not like that time at a stupid party Tezuka had kept fiddling with his tie, drawing attention to his neck, which was Tezuka’s Most Attractive Spot -or, at least, the part of Tezuka that Ryoma likes kissing and sucking at because Tezuka made The Best Noises when he did that and .... he was getting off track.

Anyway, the worst thing was Tezuka had no idea what he was doing to Ryoma! He’d had to run away to the bathroom during that stupid party to try and calm down.

Tezuka was still reading when Ryoma returned, but had managed to eat the last of his popsicle, Ryoma was sort of disappointed.

“You hot?” Ryoma asked, kneeling in front of his boyfriend.

Tezuka looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow that said ‘what are you planning, Echizen Ryoma?’. Ryoma grinned in reply.

“I’m here to cool you down,” Ryoma said, motioning to the ice cube filled glass.

Tezuka raised his eyebrow further as he worked out what Ryoma meant. Then, he nodded, a silent motion of consent.

Ryoma was so damn lucky.

He plucked a cube of ice from the glass and pressed it to Tezuka’s lips. They parted slightly and his tongue licked carefully at the ice, the melt water dribbling down his chin. Ryoma slid the ice off Tezuka’s bottom lip and bopped him on the nose with it.

He leant in and kissed him, Tezuka’s lips cold and wet against his own. Tezuka titled his head to allow their lips to fit together better, Ryoma’s nose hitting his glasses.

Ryoma swallowed the moan as he pushed the ice against Tezuka’s neck.

“Why?” Tezuka gasped against Ryoma’s lips.

“’cause you’re hot,” Ryoma replied, dragging the ice down, leaving a trail of cold water on Tezuka’s clammy skin. “Just relax, Buchou. You know I’ll stop if you tell me.”

“I know,” Tezuka said as the ice cube, now a tiny sliver of ice reached his collar bone.

“Good,” Ryoma breathed, catching Tezuka’s lower lip between his teeth.

Tezuka moaned, his hands grabbing onto Ryoma’s hips and trying to pull him close. But it he was close, he couldn’t watch Tezuka properly and how was he meant to enjoy turning Tezuka into a moaning, shuddering mess if he couldn’t see?

“I want to watch you,” he whispered into Tezuka’s ear before nibbling on the lobe.

“Shouldn’t we go to bed?”

“Nah, it’s more fun out here, where anyone could hear us,” Ryoma replied smirking as Tezuka shifted uncomfortably under him. But not the ‘we should go inside’ uncomfortable, but the ‘finding the idea so hot he was getting very hard very quickly’ kind.

Fuck. Ryoma was lucky.

He fought away the temptaton to call Tezuka a pervert, just in case it scared him into saying no. Tezuka’s inner pervert was an elusive and beautiful creature, one that could easily be scared away.

“I love you,” Ryoma said instead. It wasn’t necessary they both knew it, but he couldn’t stand not saying it.

Any resistance to the idea died away in Tezuka and he sighed, pressing a kiss to Ryoma’s cheek.

“You need more ice.”

Ryoma pulled another ice cube out the glass, sitting back slightly to get a better view of his wonderful Tezuka. More of his chest was exposed now, including the hint of a nipple. The half gasp half moan that escaped from Tezuka’s mouth as the ice was applied to his collar bone and dragged along the ridge to his shoulder made Ryoma’s cock twitch. He’d been hard for so long now he could hardly bare it.

Tezuka’s head fell back against the post, his neck becoming even more exposed and begging for Ryoma’s mouth.

It was so tempting, to lean in and suck small marks along the smooth column of Tezuka’s neck, marking him as his.

Tezuka’s eyes fluttered shut as Ryoma slid the ice back and forth, pushing the yukata further off his shoulder to expose more of his nipple.

Once the ice had melted, Ryoma grabbed another piece. The ice in the glass was melting quickly so Ryoma was running out of time to tease.

Tezuka only just managed to bite back the scream as Ryoma pressed the ice hard against Tezuka’s nipple. His head snapped up and he glared at Ryoma as he completely failed to hold back a moan.

Ryoma just smirked and circled the ice around the nipple, relishing Tezuka’s shiver and groan.

“You’re gorgeous,” Ryoma whispered, his eyes falling on Tezuka’s other nipple, alone and abandoned. He took it in his mouth, gratified when Tezuka’s hand flew to his hair to keep him there.

he licked and sucked at the small nub, pressing the ice against the top of the other. Above him, Tezuka whimpered and cried out a Ryoma nipped the nipple between his teeth and tugged. In his other hand, the ice had completely melted so he used his fingers to massage and pull at the nipple, thoroughly abusing both of them.

When he pulled back, Tezuka’s face was a picture of debauchery. It was glorious.

“Was that good?” Ryoma asked, trailing his fingers down Tezuka’s chest. “You were nice and noisy, I like it when you’re like this.” He kissed Tezuka, Tezuka opening up to him completely.

It made him slightly guilty about what he was about to do.

He swallowed Tezuka’s cry as he presses the next cube against the tip of his cock. Tezuka tried to squirm away, but Ryoma kept in in place.

“I can stop,” Ryoma offered, taking the ice away, but not far, hovering next to Tezuka’s twitching cock.

Tezuka bit his lip and shook his head infinitesimally.

Ryoma was far too lucky.

He pressed the ice against Tezuka’s cock again and Tezuka stifled as Ryoma slid the ice down the underside.

“How does it feel?” Ryoma asked, twitching the yukata aside so he could see his work.

“C-Cold,” Tezuka sobbed.

“But you like it,” Ryoma purred, moving the ice back up the topside and to the head. Tezuka panted and gasped as Ryoma pressed the ice into the slit, a hand flying to his mouth to stifle the shout of pain and pleasure.

His body was trying to simultaneously escape and press into the ice. It was so good to watch.

Ryoma quickly opened his jeans to relieve the pressure on his own cock.

The ice had almost gone again, the water trickling down Tezuka’s cock.

“Have you cooled down yet?” Ryoma asked, grabbing another ice cube out of the glass. It had all almost gone, he’d have to hurry.

Tezuka shook his head. “It’s both,” he managed.

“It’s both what?” Ryoma asked, smirking.

“Hot and cold,” Tezuka gasped as the ice slid back down his cock and onto his balls.

“You’re beautiful,” Ryoma breathed, taking Tezuka’s cock in his hand and pumping it as he pushed the ice further and further down.

“R-Ryoma,” Tezuka moaned.

“You’ll like this bit,” Ryoma said. “But cover your mouth, people might hear you.”

Tezuka whimpered and did as he was told as Ryoma picked up another ice cube -the last one.

“Good boy,” Ryoma praised and Tezuka glared at him.

Ryoma reaffirmed his grip on Tezuka’s cock, pumping just enough and the pressed the ice to Tezuka’s entrance. Tezuka made a noise that sounded distinctively like a squeak a Ryoma started to push the ice inside him, his hips jerking helplessly.

“You like it, don’t you?” Ryoma asked once the ice was fully inside Tezuka.

Tezuka pulled his hand away from his mouth only to draw in a shuddering breath, Ryoma decided it was best not to tease him anymore. He squeezed Tezuka’s cock harder, wishing he’d brought some lubricant out with him and jerked his wrist faster, a finger inside Tezuka, keeping the quickly melting ice inside him, the cold water pooling up around it.

Tezuka pressed his head to Ryoma’s shoulder, his free hand grabbing and clinging to his back. It didn’t take long for him to come, Ryoma could tell he’d been holding back as long as possible. Ryoma held him tight through the orgasm, Tezuka shuddering and gasping in his arms.

“What about you?” Tezuka asked once he’d recovered, sitting up and pushing his hair off his face so that it stuck up at weird angles again.

Ryoma grinned, “you got any good ideas?”

Minutes later, it was Ryoma’s turn to be leaning against the pole, Tezuka in his lap, grinding against him like no tomorrow and making him feel like the luckiest man alive.

#tenipuri #prince of tennis #pillar pair #echizen ryoma #tezuka kunimitsu #orca writes fanfic #glassnorouyadeunazuku

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