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persephone-s-moon · 2 years ago

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Asian Lost Boys Personal Names!

Personal names tend to vary from culture to culture in terms of usage, but essentially it's someones "Asian name" as opposed to their English name. They're typically used by family members and, on occasion, very close friends because (in my experience) using them is intimate. The characters will still HAVE their English names, but The Lost Boys and family members (the Emersons and the Frogs) will Mostly refer to each other by their personal names.

DISCLAIMER: I'm Taiwanese, therefore I'm more savvy to East Asian cultures, particularly Chinese and Japanese. If anyone who is more knowledgeable about Filipino, Hmong, Thai, Indian, or Vietnamese cultures sees something they want to critique/has more culturally accurate suggestions, I encourage messages/comments/replies!

David: Huang Zhao-Yi

Culture: Taiwanese, of Chinese descent Loose Pronunciation: Hw-ah-ng Sh-ow-yee Surname: Huang, meaning "yellow, to fall through" Personal name: Zhao-Yi, Zhao meaning "bright, luminous" and Yi meaning "happy, joyful, harmony" Notes: I was originally going to name David "Hou Yi" after a mythological Chinese archer because OG Hou Yi destroys 9/10 of the original suns (long story) and there's a version where he and his wife Chang'e become immortal/gods, but there are so many different versions of the story that I decided against it. I also decided that I wanted him to be a Farm Boy™ and naming him after a god seemed a little strange imo.

Paul: Paolo FACUNDO LIWANAG

Culture: Filipino Loose Pronunciation: Pow-low FAK-OON-DO LEE-WAN-AG Personal name: Paolo, meaning "small" Surnames: FACUNDO meaning "talkative", LIWANAG meaning "light" Notes: A lot of Filipino names are Spanish or Italian with biblical roots because of colonization in the 1500s, so I wanted to keep his personal name semi-similar to his English name since it was already biblical. Honestly I could've left it as "Paul" but what's the fun in that? I'm not too sold on his surnames so they might change later and I may try to find a Tagalog name instead for his personal name, we'll see.

Marko: YANG Vam Meej

Culture: White Hmong, from Laos Loose Pronunciation: YANG Va Mae Clan name: YANG, associated with the ram and bear Personal name: Vam Meej, meaning "to prosper, succeed" Notes: Hmong names in particular are a Struggle for me since most of the Hmong people I know are second generation like me and either don't really know their personal names or we're not close enough for me to ask. I am familiar with the concept of clan names though. Marko's name is definitely subject to change in the future (I might pick a clan name more associated with birds just for fun who knows).

Dwayne: Khemkhaeng LUANG

Culture: Thai Loose Pronunciation: Kehm-key-ng LOO-ANG Personal name: Khemkhaeng, meaning "strong" Old personal name: Kasem, meaning "happiness, pure joy" Surname: LUANG, meaning "royal, venerable" Notes: It's common for Thai people to change their names after something either significant or bad happens to them, hence Kasem. I'm only making note of it to alleviate confusion in the event that I decide to do some stuff regarding backstories, no one will refer to him as Kasem otherwise. Also, surnames are still relatively new to Thailand and they were only introduced in the 20th century, so Dwayne gets a shorter surname in comparison to modern Thai surnames (which are required to be unique, hence the longer modern surnames) since I have him and the other boys being born in the 1880s.

Star: Ruchika Chawla

Culture: Indian Loose Pronunciation: Roo-chee-ka Chow-la Personal name: Ruchika, meaning "shining, beautiful, desirous, brilliance" Surname: Chawla, meaning "rice" Notes: I found the name Ruchika and immediately thought of Star ngl, I didn't even consider other names for her. It was like love at first sight. I think a lot of stuff with Star just clicked when I was doing research for her name and design, it just suited her so well. I did have her surname written down wrong in my personal notes so I'm glad I didn't post her character sheet immediately lmao

Laddie: Nino HALILI DEL ROSARIO

Culture: Filipino Loose Pronunciation: Nee-no HA-LEE-LEE DAY ROSE-ARI-O Personal name: Nino, meaning "little boy" Surname: HALILI meaning "successor", DEL ROSARIO meaing "of the rosary" Notes: I went so back and forth on his surnames it's not even funny, but I think I'm happier with Laddie's surnames in comparison to Paul's. "Nino" felt really obvious and clicked really well just like Star's name did, though I did consider a few other names that I don't have written down anywhere. Nino was just superior because he's simply a little guy.

Michael: EMERSON Manh Tien

Culture: Vietnamese Loose Pronunciation: EMERSON Man Tee-en Surname: EMERSON, inherited from white father Middle name: Manh, meaning "first-born" Personal name: Tien, meaning "fairy, celestial being" Notes: I'll be honest, the main contibuting factor behind Michael's personal name was how he was almost named "Moonbeam" during his mom's hippie phase. I have this idea where their dad was white and insisted on using exclusively their English names, and Michael wouldn't initially like his personal name because it feels girly to him anyway, but he'd grow to cherish his name and culture after meeting the lost boys <3

Sam: EMERSON Trong Binh

Culture: Vietnamese Loose Pronunciation: EMERSON Ch-ung Bin Surname: EMERSON, inherited by white father Middle name: Trong, meaning "second-born" Personal name: Binh, meaning "peaceful" Notes: I think overall for the Emerson family I was most concerned with meanings, which wasn't necessarily the case for the boys. Sam is the most peaceful in the sense that he discouraged the Frog brothers from killing Marko, even though he failed. Like Michael, I think his personal name is something that he grows into when he starts making friends, but would use his English name when first coming to Santa Carla.

Lucy: VINH Lan Huong

Culture: Vietnamese Loose Pronunciation: VIN Surname: VINH, meaning "glory" Middle name: Lan, meaning "orchid" Personal name: Huong, meaning "pink rose" Notes: Naming Lucy after flowers just felt right. Let it be known that I have serious beef with hippies, but I feel like she still had a well-intentioned hippie phase and this just adds to it. In Vietnamese culture, women don't change their surnames after marriage (as far as I'm aware) which I think would be a contributing factor in her divorce with her white all-American husband.

Grandpa: VINH Mac Dieu

Culture: Vietnamese Loose Pronunciation: VIN Mac Dee-oo Surname: VINH, meaning "glory" Middle name: Mac, meaning "nothing, nonexistent" Personal name: Dieu, meaning "mysterious, subtle" Notes: Grandpa! Needed! A! Name! He doesn't have one in the original! I'm basically saying he's not subtle about his knowledge of vampires and he's not trying to be subtle, it's just that no one ever asked. I think I tried to pick older-sounding names for him but it's been a little while since I picked these and I don't remember if I'm honest.

Edgar: Kaeru Matsuo

Culture: Japanese Loose Pronunciation: Keh-roo Mat-soo-oh Surname: Kaeru, meaning "frog" Personal name: Matsuo, meaning "pine tree, life" Notes: I named the Frog brothers after the famous Japanese poet Matsuo Basho because their English names remind me of Edgar Allan Poe, so I thought it'd be kind of funny. Matsuo is the surname of the poet, but I felt that Matsuo suited Edgar more than Alan. The surname I picked for the Frogs was obvious, I don't think anything else other than some variation of "frog" would've worked.

Alan: Kaeru Basho

Culture: Japanese Loose Pronunciation: Keh-roo Ba-show Surname: Kaeru, meaning "frog" Personal name: Basho, meaning "banana tree" Notes: Alan got the pen name of Matsuo Basho, who also went by "Sobo" and "Tose". I debated on giving him Matsuo's true given name, which is Kinsaku meaning "to be happy" but Matsuo Basho is better known as Basho and it's much funnier for this very serious 15-16 year old to be named "banana tree".

Sorry if the formatting is weird, I'm trying to make it as reader friendly as possible on account of my own dyslexia. Please let me know if the blocks of text blend in with each other too much lmao

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retlasute · 2 years ago

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॰ In The Rich Man's World ॰

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Chapter 11 - Here In The Real World

''Judas? That's such a bad name.'' Gyro said, as soon as you introduced the horses, while jumping over the fence to analyze your choice. ''Doesn't sound very trustworthy.''

''The man at the stables said they're the most docile.'' You said, stepping through the open gate of the paddock to follow Gyro, as Louise watched Johnny clean and adjust the saddle and stirrups. ''Mountain Pleasure, or something like that.''

Gyro looked at you and laughed. A different laugh, but genuine. His green eyes were narrowed with amusement and, leaning over, he looked at the horses, and then at you again, and laughed some more.

''What?'' You held back your smile, somewhat offended, but you couldn't deny that his laughter was contagious. ''What's wrong?''

''Wrong? Oh, nothing! Nyo-ho-ho!'' He said, if he laughed more, he would be breathless. ''Mountain Pleasure? I've never seen a Mountain Pleasure spotted like a cow!''

You couldn't help but laugh, though you didn't find it as funny as he did.

''I've never even seen a spotted cow, let alone a Mountain Pleasure.'' You distractedly said.

That comment made Gyro's laughter cease incredulously, he couldn't understand if it was a joke or not. He had seen many absurd things, but someone who had never seen a spotted cow? It was simply too much for him.

''What? You've never seen a cow?''

You paused for a second, realizing what you had said and that it was much harder to explain than when you proved to know things about his family that even he didn't know. To be honest, even you didn't think it was acceptable to have never seen a cow in your life, apart from in pictures or on milk cartons. You spent your life locked up in classrooms, laboratories, offices, in the suffocating bubble of the capital, and in the intoxicating comfort of not having to walk more than two blocks to get some milk - that is when the salesman didn't come to your door, offering the milk in very well sterilized glass bottles.

''I, ah...'' You couldn't say it was a joke, because you wouldn't go through the embarrassment of telling an unfunny joke. ''No. Only in... you know, paintings.''

He was dumbfounded, not only with surprise but with revulsion.

''What the hell are you, miss?'' He questioned, giving you an odd smile where you felt a hint of concern. ''A princess?''

''Oh, I wish.'' You replied, eager to get the subject over with. ''I just don't get out of my house much.''

''And when you go out, you make a huge mess, don't you?'' This time the worried smile returned to normal. ''Don't worry, on the way to the station I'll make sure to show you some cows.''

''Ah, Gyro, about this going to the station thing, I'd like to talk about it...''

''Let's have a look at you, mate.'' Gyro interrupted you, but was talking to the black and white horse.

Vegas looked at him with interest, but shook his head. You just dropped your sentence and watched him in silence. You were still thinking about how you've never seen a cow - actually, not a whole cow. You'd worked with bovine tongues and eyes in your lab, but you figured it was the same thing as a piece of steak at the supermarket.

The gold-colored snakes of Gyro’s hair came down glistening, skimming his face in the wind. It was not a beauty like Gorgona's, but that of an earth spirit changing shape, from serpent to magical man. Gyro looked like he had come out of an earthquake or a tornado.

A strong, muscular arm went under Vegas' neck, causing the horse to completely change from a relaxed posture to that of a soldier ready to receive the general's orders.

''Straighten up.'' The man commanded, and you felt the gentle urge to obey him as well as the horse. The voice rose with each command. Though he didn't possess a particularly deep voice, Gyro had enough lung power for three men of normal complexion. ''Good boy.''

He leaned down, running his hand over the belly and legs, as if giving the horse a thorough examination. His hands slid from knee to hoof, and the diagnosis seemed satisfactory as he lavished praise in Italian on the animal, until he stopped by lifting his tail.

Gyro frowned, his face six inches from the horse's wide hip. His expression made you curious, so you slowly walked over, at a safe distance, so you could see what was wrong, and it took a few seconds for both you and Gyro to realize what it was.

"That's not a horse.'' Gyro said, standing up with a slight gesture of an angry customer.

''So I'm seeing a cow for the first time?'' You laughed and crossed your arms.

When Gyro stepped aside, you could clearly see what Vegas had - or rather, what he didn't have.

''That's a mare!'' He said, looking around for the stableman. ''Lying about the breed isn't enough? Johnny, come here!''

The full-blown roar caught Johnny's attention and, figuring it was something serious, he dropped his task of watching Louise and the saddles to come to his friend's rescue. You couldn't help but laugh as you witnessed the lengthy debate started by the men about a horse's missing testicles - which led Gyro to go over to other horses and crouch under their tails to draw his own conclusions.

When you laughed, however, the debate ceased. You stood there, arms crossed, leaning on the fence watching two grown men arguing about equine testicles and not liking it when you laughed about it.

''Huh?'' Gyro asked, his frown deepening and his golden teeth clenched. ''What are you laughing at, woman?''

''That's not a mare, idiots. He's just been neutered. That's why the stableman said Vegas was one of the most docile.''

A shocked silence came over the paddock, and Johnny's eyes widened.

''Neutered?'' He looked at Gyro, and then looked at you. ''Are you sure?''

''Damn, who was the monster that did this to you, buddy?'' Gyro asked the horse, now crouching under the horse's belly and confirming, however, that it was a male. ''Why the hell would they rip your balls off?''

''How do you know that, (Y/N)?'' Johnny questioned.

''You don't even know what a cow is, how the hell?'' Gyro added as he stood up again.

Drawing your own conclusions, you figured that castrating large animals like a horse wasn't a very common, affordable or safe practice in the 19th century.

''Ah, well...'' You thought the truth would be more acceptable. ''My father had a dog, Lion, who was neutered. He said it was safer to have a neutered dog in a house with children, because they were more docile. I figured it was like that with horses.''

They stared at you for a few seconds, and you felt slightly embarrassed that you had indulged in the debate.

''Johnny, I know you were a rich boy before I met you.'' Gyro said to his friend, who seemed slightly unresponsive. ''Have you ever seen anything like this?''

''Well... no.'' Johnny replied. ''My father wasn't too fond of pets... but I've never seen a dog without balls. Let alone a horse.''

"Why do you think everything I do has to do with my rich dad?'' You foolishly asked, and they didn't answer.

You sighed and let them carefully analyze the horses, taking the opportunity to talk more with your friend.

With Gyro and Johnny present, you had imagined that your conversations with Louise would often proceed in code, like two Soviet spies. But now you had no subject without questions.

"Will we be able to ride those horses?'' She asked as you sat down beside her on the fence.

''I came here on Gyro's horse, it wasn't too hard.'' You said, blinking as you remembered a detail. ''But don't tell him I rode his horse.''

''Why? Didn't he give you a ride?''

''It's a long story. I came here with Johnny, and he only agreed to take me to this town because he had to come here anyway, to receive Gyro at the port.''

''At the port?''

"Yes, he came straight from Italy.''

She let out a nasal laugh.

''Well, it's kind of obvious he's Italian, isn't it?'' She scoffed, looking at him. ''But then you rode his horse all by yourself?''

''Yes, but don't let him know that.''

''And why is that?''

You snorted, smiling.

''I don't know either. Johnny said it would be better if he didn't know about it.''

''Is he jealous of the horse? That's kind of weird, isn't it?''

You laughed softly, your fingers clenching the soft, old wood of the fence. Your laugh had the joy of a caged bird. You weren't sure what was in store for you and it didn't allow you to genuinely enjoy any kind of peace. You needed to get back home and having Louise by your side was the first step.

''Well... at least we got some vacation time.'' She said.

''Vacation time?''

''Sounds like a vacation, doesn't it? Green fields, horses, beach, two handsome cowboys.''

''Kidnappings, shootings, hangings... I prefer my vacations in Florida.'' You said, looking at her, and saw the humor slowly drain from her relaxed lips.

You needed to go back; you had used up your vacation, plus many extensions. You had problems to sort out with Thom and the Speedwagon Foundation, bills to pay at home, the maintenance of your car, your sink and the garden - you shuddered to think how high the garden range would reach - friends to contact...

But at least Louise was there, and she was your only friend who would believe what you experienced. You've known her since the beginning of your career at the Speedwagon Foundation. Just like you, she stood out among the other interns at the company. You were the only woman among the promising archaeologists and she was the only woman among the brainless HR staff.

This shared uniqueness seemed to grow stronger even away from the workplace; you felt it clearly, though you didn't mention it.

After a few seconds of silence, you decided to broach useful subjects.

''Louise...'' You began. ''Do you know where Creed sent the corpse?''

You could see her eyes without any difficulty. What lay behind them was far more complicated.

''Or do you know anything about some guy named Dio?'' You continued after you saw that she wouldn't answer.

''No... I don't know anything about the corpse. He just took it from me.''

"He already knew what it was about, didn't he?''

''Yeah, maybe he did.''

''Maybe?''

Rest was an illusion, you thought when you saw her face. When you left the 20th century, you left all your peace of mind behind. You now lived in a mixture of fear and anger, peppered with the pain of uncertainty, which rubbed like salt into the wounds. The questions repeated themselves in your mind, without answers, like a snake chasing its tail.

''What did he do?''

Why didn't he keep the corpse?

Why won't she tell you?"

It was very difficult to get an answer to the first of the questions, which made you think and rethink the situation, as if the answer could give you the key to the whole mystery of Louise.

Yes, you had felt as powerless as she seemed to feel. You knew well what it was like to have no options and no one in the world to take away the words stuck in your gullet. But surely that was one of the reasons you didn't ignore her behavior.

''Where the hell did you get these two guys?'' She asked, looking at Gyro and Johnny.

You looked at them too, they were focused on watching Judas' paws.

Gyro clicked his tongue, and Judas obediently took a step towards him, clearly recognizing someone who spoke his language. Johnny held up one leg of the horse so Gyro could look, then Johnny held the mane and with a word or two urged the horse to walk. Then he told it to stop. Gyro climbed into the saddle and trotted gently twice around the stable field, stopping beside his waiting friend.

The two of them worked with the exceptional synchrony that you envied. When one finished doing this, the other started doing that. When Johnny lifted the horse's leg, Gyro would bend down to examine. When Gyro climbed into the saddle, Johnny would adjust the stirrups for him.

Yes, that was the stuff of envy.

"I have no idea.'' You said. ''I almost stabbed Johnny in the chest with a bottle of Smirnoff.''

She laughed, leaning forward like a gargoyle while still watching the two men.

''I forgot how wild you are with a hangover, I wonder what the poor guy had to go through.''

''I wasn't that bad.'' You said, smiling. ''They just had to tie me to a bed.''

''Hm... yeah, it can't have been too bad. The last time I saw you hungover you were tied up in a hospital bed.''

''Johnny was much kinder than those doctors.'' You shuddered at the shameful memory, but kept smiling.

The roosters in that place must be as sleep-deprived as you, you thought, as you heard the distant crowing and the clopping of horses' hooves. Judas jumped when he saw Gyro approaching, lifting his head sharply and shaking it, then stopped as the sudden movement rattled his brain.

You squinted to see how the two men were faring. The blue eye of the man you were peering at slowly glanced up at you, to add to his tired, impatient look. You let your shoulders relax and smiled sympathetically at him.

''Yeah.'' You could hear Gyro say. ''He's fine, Johnny. Do you think they're good for them?''

''I don't know, what do you think?''

Gyro stopped and narrowed his eyes at his friend, showing his teeth in a disgruntled manner.

''Well, I don't know! Aren't you the genius jockey?''

''These horses aren't for jockeys, so I don't know, Gyro.''

''Well, if they're not for jockeys, then they can be for women. We're wasting too much time here, Johnny.''

''But are you sure? I mean... if that horse's name is Judas, there must be a reason, mustn't there?''

''That we'll find out when it's too late.'' Gyro sighed, looking at you as if you couldn't hear him. ''Let's leave him with the crazy one, she seems tougher.''

''Then let's take those horses. Do you have the money?''

''Huh? What are you talking about?''

''You had given money to (Y/N), I figured you had more.”

''Those bills have been in my pocket since the last stage of the race, Johnny. Of course I don't have any money. I thought being a bounty hunter was good business, or am I wrong?''

Johnny frowned and sighed, straightening up with a slight exclamation of impatience and walking over to his horse to check the money in his saddlebag. Then he tied his horse with gentle but brusque impatience, walking into the stables.

''Who's the crazy one?'' Louise questioned, whispering to you.

''It's definitely me.''

''Are you going to ask them where we're going?'' She leaned over to get a better look at your face. You didn't look back.

''No.'' You answered dryly. ''I don't need to know where they want to take us, I need to convince them not to do that.''

''And do you have a plan in mind? I mean... How do we say we're going to look for the corpse, just like them? What if they ask why?''

''They already know I'm an archaeologist, they already know I work for the foundation. That's enough.''

''Are you sure? What about... well, the truth? From what I heard at the gang's hideout, this corpse has something very special. Like, really special. I'm sure those two know that. Besides, I saw... well, you're sure to think I was crazy or hallucinating. But Gyro, he...''

''Has those strange spheres and use them as a weapon? Yeah, I saw that. Johnny can also shoot nails.''

Louise raised an eyebrow at this rather confusing affirmation, but shook her head.

''Nails? Like... with nailers? Do those things exist here?''

''No. Like, human nails. His nails.''

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

''Is that... is that really the past? Have you ever seen anything like this in archaeology school?''

You gave a cynical smile as you surveyed the landscape.

''No, I've never seen any material that talked about it. But this corpse...''

''You...'' Her voice sounded shaky, but it didn't falter. ''You were already in the lab when I entered the building that night. You said you went to see the corpse... Is there something you didn't tell me?''

"Is there something you didn't tell me, Louise?''

Louise narrowed her eyes upon hearing your reaction, but did not reply. Instead, she turned to look at the stable door. Johnny was not back yet.

''What's his name?'' Louise asked after a few seconds, still looking at the stable door. ''Johnny's full name.''

''Jonathan Joestar, or something like that.'' You replied, still looking at a fixed point in the landscape.

''Joestar... I've heard that name somewhere.'' She said. ''Maybe it was right here, but it's still weird. What about Gyro?''

''Gyro Zeppeli...'' You said, smiling cynically as you looked at him. ''For those who aren't intimate.''

''Huh?''

You didn't bother to explain.

When the horses were ready, both in terms of harness and transaction. Johnny made a point of complaining to Gyro that you and your friend were becoming rather expensive baggage, but he had the decorum not to say so around you. Then Johnny called out to you, hoping to appear calm.

Gyro was waiting, leaning against a tree while holding the two horses by their halters. You and Louise approached cautiously, with dozens of uncertainties hanging over you.

''Are we going to choose the horse in the odd or even?'' Louise asked.

''No. You're terrible at that.'' You gave a short laugh ''You can have Vegas, he suits you.''

''The horse that looks like a spotted cow suits me more than the horse with freckles?''

''Well... when the freckled horse's name is Judas and for some reason, maybe it does.''

Judas was ready, saddled, with the saddlebags and a rope halter that Gyro tied to the pommel of the saddle, leaving only the reins free. When he saw you, he smiled and said something, indicating Judas.

You thanked him, not knowing exactly why. He leaned over, expecting you to mount Judas and hold the reins properly and skillfully, but the horse was very restless, flapping his legs and fidgeting. Horses knew better than to trust strangers than you did.

"Alright, beast.'' You spoke to the horse, trying to show some authority. ''We have to go.''

Judas approached through the fences and stopped, petrified. He moved only his ears, which remained cocked.

"The stirrups are adjusted for you.'' Gyro explained. ''Do you need help?''

You thought for a moment, but then let your pride do the talking.

''No, I can do it.''

Although you didn't have much skill, you managed to get on the horse. You realized that Gyro was holding back from picking you up and throwing you over the saddle at once and were surprised by the man's patience and consideration in not doing so.

''If you want him to walk, you need to tap your heels.''

''I know, Johnny told me that.''

Gyro frowned, pausing to think for a few seconds.

''Johnny did? And what horse were you riding?''

You paused, looking at him and then at the ground, pretending to try to remember. You didn't know why, but Gyro couldn't figure out that you had ridden Valkyrie.

''On his horse.'' You replied. ''He said I didn't have the experience to ride Valkyrie, so he gave me a ride.''

''Hum...'' He stared at you, and you swallowed. ''I guess you two were getting along, if he could find the time to teach you how to ride.''

The air rushed quietly out of your lungs as Gyro's expression changed from icy suspicion to a satisfied smile. Desperate to put this matter aside, you nudged Judas' belly to get him moving.

Judas did not react, and you urged him again to proceed. But to no effect. If it weren't for the veins pulsing in its warm neck, you'd swear you were riding a statue, not a horse. Suddenly, something touched your back. It was Gyro's hand, and it made you realize that he was quite tall, for even with you on a horse he had no trouble reaching your shoulder blades.

"You're tense, and the horse is feeling it.'' He explained. ''Relax your shoulders and loosen your reins a little. The horse will always respond according to the rider's behavior. If you get agitated, Judas will too."

''It's normal to get tense riding a horse named Judas, isn't it?'' You joked, relaxing your shoulders as the warmth of his hand ran through your blouse.

''That's right.'' He said it in an approving tone that reminded you of Jane Fonda's taped localized gymnastics lessons. ''See? He relaxed his neck.''

''Judas...'' You said, simultaneously with disapproval and irony. ''I didn't mean to insist, but I'm in a hurry, you know that. My friend is already doing somersaults with her horse.''

Judas neighed, waved his ears and snorted, he was clearly trying to say something. But you didn't fully understand him. You didn't have time to, as you felt the large body beneath you shudder and then the horse began to walk calmly. You smiled, allowing yourself a brief celebration that seemed to infect Gyro, who patted Judas on the neck and said some compliment in Italian - and he certainly wasn't talking to you.

Then Gyro turned to Louise, asking if she needed any help.

His hair shone again, thick and soft against the dark violet of his shirt. The golden strands were more obscured by shadow, and then you looked away from Louise. She was quiet, watching you. You felt fearful suddenly, not for yourself, but for her, as if something might materialize in this unknown world to separate the two of you again. But she smiled. A smile that didn't show her teeth and didn't look the least bit happy, but it was a smile nonetheless

''Thank you, mister...'' Louise hesitated for a moment, accustomed to the manner of a subordinate. ''Zeppeli.''

''You can call me Gyro, miss.'' He said reassuringly. ''Let's hurry, we don't have all day. Johnny! Are we forgetting something?''

''I don't think so.''

''Yeah, yeah. Just your brain, huh?'' He joked, smiling as he mounted Valkyrie. ''The ride to the station will take about a day and a half. I hope you ladies have traveled like this before.''

The ride promised to be long for what you were used to and you had already started out discouraged. First, because it was hot. Secondly, you did not like being in such difficult circumstances. Thirdly, you were very worried about Louise. You didn't like her taciturnity at all and her lack of detail whenever she mentioned the hours she spent being held by Joshua Creed's gang.

And fourthly, Johnny Joestar was a silent companion who clashed with the noisy presence of Gyro Zeppeli, who was always asking a question or talking about something he had seen along the way. You were exhausted and preoccupied with more important matters, so this restlessness made you particularly irritable. You thought about quietly complaining to Johnny, until you saw Louise distractedly engaged in a story Gyro was telling about his days on the Steel Ball Run.

You had too many questions and it was distressing. Your questions jumped from topic to topic like fleas. First, what happened to Louise? Then, what's with Johnny's ability to shoot nails? Does it have to do with the corpse? After all, you knew better than anyone that this corpse had something magical about it, something far beyond sticking like a magnet to living flesh. What about the Devil's Palm? What kind of temporal manipulation properties could a centuries-old crater possess? Alien technology from the meteorite? Something divine? Or simply magic? Who is Dio Brando, and why on earth did you have to choose "Brando" as the surname of Louise's boyfriend?

Dead husband, you corrected yourself as you glanced at her, who was straightening in the saddle trying to find some comfortable position, stroking Vegas, its mane black as a chopi's wing.

Neither you nor Louise were born horsewomen, but you already had a slightly broader sense of what it would be like to spend hours sitting on a hard leather saddle - Louise experienced only thirty minutes.

"Did he have two belly buttons?'' Louise questioned, making you half catch the story Gyro was telling. ''Actually... he was crossing the country on horseback at the age of seventy?''

''Exactly.'' Gyro confirmed. ''A strange fellow, but I think he was the only one who didn't do us any harm. I respect him.''

''Did all the others hurt you? Like who?''

Gyro paused to go through his mental inventory of the events of the race, looking up, as if searching through all the drawers for the most suitable story.

''There was a family. A father and two brothers.'' He began. "The Boom Booms. Do you remember them, Johnny?"

Johnny squinted, not seeming to be paying attention to anything but his own horse, but he could hear the question.

"Those crazy people? I remember the boy had some kind of fetish about being strangled."

Louise laughed, but allowed the story to continue.

You noticed that Louise, however, did not seem to be interested in the veracity of these stories. She shook her head and listened intently as a nursing home worker listens to a senile old man. Gyro could tell the most absurd stories, and with the most serious air in this world. These stories circulated about the corpse, most of the time. They were all very curious, however unbelievable they were.

Remembering the stories that were told about the Devil's Palm, you realized that they were very similar to Gyro's experiences within the Steel Ball Run. Violence, death, betrayal, a hint of mysticism and a warm feeling of reading a comic book, especially considering superpowers and magic items.

Gyro didn't necessarily say that something or someone had superpowers but vaguely mentioned their abilities.

''His ropes saved him.'' Gyro said after telling about an old friend who had been the victim of a terrorist attack. One of the race's checkpoints, still on the Arizona stage, blew up with a man named Mountain Tim inside one of the devastated hotels. Gyro's grotesque description of his mangled limbs and screams of agony was gripping. ''I almost lost my leg, too.''

To say that ''his ropes saved him'' suggested, again, some kind of superhuman ability that would save a man from an explosion. You were sure of it.

''What do you mean the ropes? Do you mean literally ropes?'' Louise questioned, like a psychologist listening to her schizophrenic patient, trying to make sure it wasn't all figurative meaning.

Gyro smiled, looking at Johnny and then at the road.

''That's a complicated story, miss. Maybe you'll understand later.'' That was what he always answered when Louise asked a question like that.

You were used to not having useful answers coming from those two men, and you found it amusing to see Louise going through the same thing as you.

As he had promised, Gyro told you some stories about the runner Diego Brando, so fluently and with such ease that you thought he must have told them many times before.

''Johnny has known Diego for much longer.'' He explained, gritting his teeth. ''I know him well enough to regret not killing the bastard the first chance I got.''

''They also call him Dio, right?'' You asked, and Gyro confirmed with a nod.

''Brando?'' Hearing the familiar name of her favorite actor, she quickly inquired, casting a glance at you.

That glance clearly said something amusing like "is he an ancestor of Marlon Brando?" that couldn't be said out loud. You returned it with a serious, concerned and immediate look.

''Yes...'' You confirmed, glancing at Johnny, seeing that he suddenly seemed interested in the conversation. ''Same last name as Luca. Coincidence, no?''

''Luca?''

Your desperate gaze met her plausible unexplained gaze. Your white, visible sclerae said ''I'll explain later'' in a universal language.

''Anyway.'' You said, looking at Gyro. ''What did this Dio do that was so bad?''

''It's easier to ask what the hell this lizard didn't do.'' The Italian replied, and you saw his wrists clench angrily in the leather of his reins. ''He's a greedy, backstabbing son of a bitch. He doesn't care who he has to kill, betray or exploit to be successful, he'll do it."

You could already imagine that all of Gyro's hatred was borne out of the more superficial conflicts of the race, and this was confirmed when he said that in the third stage of the race he had contested first place with Dio Brando. In the heat of the moment, in the suffocating immediacy of a draw, Dio purposely injured Gyro's horse with a stone, making a deep gash in its leg. You didn't realize it until Gyro showed you, but Valkyrie had a large scar on the left front leg. A cut about seven inches long, deep and apparent where no more fur grew.

''I only didn't get first place because of that.'' Gyro concluded.

''Actually, you wouldn't have come in the first place.'' Johnny added. ''Hot Pants had already come in first place three hours before, remember?''

Gyro stared at him, a little offended.

''Yes, I remember.'' He said. ''And I also remember we made a deal: I would finish the race in first place, and you would finish in second place. But at that stage you ran ahead of me like a traitorous rat, remember?''

Johnny sighed and closed his eyes, as if he had heard this many times before.

''What did you want me to do, Gyro? That I should come in fifth place?''

''That was the deal, you idiot!''

#diego brando #gyro x reader #gyro zeppeli #diego brando x reader #jjba part 7 #steel ball run #johnny joestar #johnny x reader #jojos bizzare adventure #ao3fic #jjba sbr #sbr

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marsvs-thesun · 4 months ago

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Promised myself I'd comment on this properly when the time was right, and i can't sleep, so the time is now! Added a cut for length, and the few people who don't wanna read me gushing about SoW fanfiction (WRONG)

First off, love that ship name. Wildfire! Fuck yes. We as a society have really regressed when we stopped using metaphorical ship names and started mushing character names together instead

Kiyoshi you fucking prick, setting up your frenemy on a date like that :( good thing at least one of them is having a good time tho! plus Lucan just wanting to hide away in Niika's house is so cute-

Lucan is very much a "take what you can get" character to me and it makes so much sense he drink whatever is available, no matter his preferences. Tbh in this situation, he might as well get drunk so time passes quicker haha. Though, then there's the matter of vulnerability of course :)

Ooooh Skorch is sooo manipulative here aaaah O///O what a horrible man. Terrible. I hope he does this forever.

Ah Netherans cooking for their partners, my beloved! That's honestly so sweet of them! Plus with the "edible" comment I wonder if Skorch is also fearing poison here.

The only problem with your writing is that it makes me hungry lol. Now I'm kinda wondering if pumpkin might work in the right kind of fish stew. I dont know about beetroot tho. Plus, hey cider! The objectively best alcohol! To go back to the fanfic at hand, cooking and sharing food are two ways I have of loving people and the implication of Niika (a generally standoffish person with attachment issues) letting Lucan have some of her fish pottage makes me want to hug myself and cry a little.

Damn, harsh reminder that Lucan is in here 100% against his will, uh. If not for his prison sentence he would have skipped town and never gotten involved in that mess. (I have Thoughts about the Felden Prison Labor Exploitation System, but they mostly boil down to YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR CHAINS, and an unrealistic amount of trust in whatever Xaria had going on. Anyways.) My point was, Lucan is a deeply sad character, not in the amount of tragedy he goes through, but because everything he does go through could have been so easily avoided. Poor guy was just wrong place wrong time.

NOOO HE FLIRTED HIS WAY INTO NETHER REINFORCEMENTS!! he's so stupid,,,, I love him,,,,,,,,,

"Little rabbit" is such a cute threatening nickname. I liked in the first fic and I love it here, especially how casual Skorch is about it, like that's Lucan's name and not a threat at all... ugh

I love how much Lucan wants to punch Skorch in this fic, like that's not the stupidest thing he could do in that situation. Go white boy, go! Punch your captor in the face! Surely this will have no consequences! (Tbh I admire his self control, I would have broken Skorch's nose a lifetime ago in his place)

"Love is a different matter. Let's stick to endearment for now." THATS THE LINE YOUR HONOR! THATS THE LINE THAT MADE ME GIGGLE AND PACE THE ROOM FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES! I'm kicking my feet as I write. Whyyy does this have such an effect on me whyyyyyyyy

Oooh and that ending! Skorch going full cards on the table, Lucan's panic, it's so so good. He's really willing to go through it to save Niika, gotta love that about him. And Skorch refilling his glass is such a power move too,,,, I will go scream now, if you dont mind me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Why was he doing this again?

"And here I was expecting you to prefer beer. How civilized of you."

For real Kiyoshi, wherever you were now, you owed Lucan the biggest favor of your life. The minute this was over he was going to retire to this nice tree house filled with strong branches, bridges, and geared to the nine in lights and traps and whatever Niika could cook.

"Sticking to the silent treatment? In front of your host no less? I thought you knew better, what with your friend in custody." Skorch poured himself a second bottle from whoever owned this restaurant. Privately Lucan apologized, commiserating with the terrified staff--hard to hold it against strangers for wanting to stay alive, overlord wining and dining with some nobody using their fancy crystal flute glasses. He didn't want to be here anymore than they did but Marcus was counting on him and he needed the man's muscles as much as he needed all that iron he was melting.

Props to the chefs, cooking's ten out of ten. Didn't know what he was eating but it was good stuff.

"I'm glad to see you like dinner. I ensured it was edible beforehand."

It took Lucan a solid minute to parse it out. "Wait, you made this?"

That smug bastard had the audacity to smirk at him, sipping his wine like some cheap book antagonist. "Did you think I spent all my time working?"

"Yes." He made this? Ugh, he took back everything good he said--trashy, weird, deserved nothing good in life to waste ingredients like that. First chance he got he's washing it all down in cider, then he'll check if Niika's got anymore of that fish pottage. He doesn't care if it got beetroot and pumpkin mashed together so long as-

...Why was he frowning like Lucan spat at him? "What, cat got your tongue?" Oh thank god no Felina heard that, "Not like it's my fault you're so busy everyday that all we see is you beating some random old lady for her groceries."

Okay, he didn't actually see that (but that would totally happen) due to living in the wilderness and trying to organize a plan. Honestly, if it wasn't for one of his ex-inmates ratting him out he'd be long gone by now but noooooo. Now Lucan was in this bizarre dinner with Netheran slavemasters who showed off how rich and powerful they were by dazzling feeble minds with their cooking prowess.

...At this rate, he was going to drink his brains out.

"You have a point," huh? "I've been making rounds to remind Felden exactly who holds their leash, but why not delegate? It would be easy to fill ranks." Uhhhhhhhh that's not what he meant. At all. "I know more than a few who've been chomping for a glimpse of glory. A few checks to ensure competence and I'd finally have some free time."

"Holy shit, I was just joking." Lucan blurted out. Dude, don't do that--he was trying to organize a rebellion here! He was NOT apologizing to Niika on how a simple recruitment exploded into Nether reinforcements. Hells, he didn't want to explain this dinner either! "Also, why are you listening to me--screw that, why are we even here? You literally made me sit and eat for an hour so what's the point?"

"Little rabbit, do you honestly have no clue why we're here?" Smug prick why don't you move that mug closer where I can-- "You're the one that started it. I'm simply reciprocating your affections by the traditional approach."

Lucan stared.

Stared.

Staaaaareeeed.

"Are you quite done yet?" The sheer punchableness shocked Lucan back into reality, gawking at Skorch like that napkin he was dabbing his mouth with was a live toad.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU????"

"...Rude."

"Rude my--affections! In case you didn't notice genius, I never said I loved you. PERIOD!"

"Love is a different matter," Skorch replied blandly, "Let's stick to endearment for now."

"That's the same thing!" Oh HELL NAW! Lucan was not doing this. What did this loon think he was in--a theatre drama? Pushing out of his chair he goes, "Look, I'm sorry you got the wrong idea this whole trip but I'm definitely not into you that way and this was a sorta nice night but I've really gotta get going and--"

"Find your pet?" He can't breathe. His brain stops working, Skorch is smiling, bugs are crawling up the table leg on his right, and he can't breathe. "You've done a fantastic job doing the work for us. I was wondering where you were ever since my subordinates reported your pet's arrival, but then you walked up to my door." Giving a glance at Lucan's untouched wine Skorch refilled his cup. "But please, do go on ahead. It would help track down your pet." Glass softly chinked on green table covers trimmed gold. "It would be irresponsible of me to leave a frightened kitten alone in the dark. Isn't that right little rabbit?"

Lucan pushed his chair back in place.

#mars' sow brainrot #fanfiction #minecraft

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kikufuku01 · 2 years ago

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 1 Lonely Boy ♡ ♡ ♡ Part 2 Uncertainty. Series master list.

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!

Note: I’m also just figuring this platform out, so please bear with me :’) Also! Your contact name for Sukuna is just Sukuna ^.^ and his for you is Halfie. Just to clarify, Sukuna doesn’t have his face or leg tattoos, but he does have the rest of his original tattoos on his torso, back, nape, shoulder and arms.

Ryomen Sukuna. You heard his full name be called out once by someone with white hair as they passed you by. They seemed acquainted since the man stuck around for what you assume to be nearly an hour to talk. Anyway, he was a mysterious man, someone you took interest in. You see him hanging around and he’s almost always smoking, just people watching. That might’ve been something you both had in common. He’s a very beautiful man and you wonder if he has potential to be someone better. He seems about your age, nineteen. He looks like he doesn’t do anything in general, given the amount of times you’ve seen him as you’ve walked around. Aside from his face, he’s all tatted up with shocking, bright pink hair. You only know he’s tatted up because you once saw him walking around with just a black tank top on. His nape and shoulders are inked. He’s bad news. You know that he is. Unfortunately, being attracted to the unknown is part of human nature. Honestly, you don’t even know what compelled you to come up to him. You don’t miss the way he eyes you from head to toe, but you squat beside him anyway.

Sukuna has seen you probably just as much as you’ve seen him. He liked your fashion. Some days, you dressed girly, some days you dressed like a tomboy and some days you were comfy. He liked your duality. You were interesting to him, but no matter how many times your eyes met, neither of you were willing to go up to each other. That was, until today. You wore an adidas crop top and some baggy jeans. It was simple, but he liked it. He inhaled the cancer stick as you made your way up to him, silently squatting down beside him. Sukuna wondered what a woman like you would want to do with him. Just from previous multiple observations, you both seemed to be polar opposites of each other. What would a goody two shoes want to do with a lowlife like him?

“What’s your name, stranger?” You asked in a quieter tone, loud enough for only him to hear. His name was already something you knew, but it was the only way to start a conversation. Your palms felt like they were starting to sweat since the nerves began to surface. You’ve never heard his voice before, since you watched him from a distance so when he chuckled, it sent chills down your spine. He gently flicked his cigarette, letting the ashes fall onto the ground beneath him.

“Sukuna. Ryomen Sukuna.” His voice was deeper than you thought. Maybe it was because he was a smoker or maybe it was just natural. You weren’t sure. He was bad news, even his name was bad news. You’re attracted to him, despite all the alarms going off. Perhaps he was a fallen angel. Either way, you turned towards him and smiled softly, “I’m y/n. Ichihara y/n.” You hold out a hand for him to shake and he instead just stares at you like you’re the most disgusting thing on Earth. His brows furrow deeply, and he lets out a small grumble before eventually shaking your hand.

His hand is big, way bigger than yours, and they’re rough and calloused, but they feel warm, and it makes you feel warmer inside. Sukuna quickly releases your hand and takes another puff from his cigarette, “Your name isn’t Japanese.” You titter to yourself softly and nod along with an amused smile, “I’m half ____.”

Sukuna nods as well, squinting his eyes as he watches the people pass by. You look at his mouth. His lips are a deep pink shade despite his unhealthy smoking habit, and you’re mesmerized by the way he lets the smoke out. It’s thick and white, slowly dissipating into thin air. Sukuna lazily turns to look at you, “Ah, you’re a ____-Japanese halfie.”

You scoff in return at his remark, “Is that bad?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “Not really.” He analyzes you once more. It’s then that you realize his eyes have a slight red hue to them. Yeah, he’s the fallen angel. Sukuna licks his dry lips and continues, “I just wouldn’t involve myself with you any further than this.” His sentence makes you want to roll your eyes, so you do. It makes him laugh and you give him a halfhearted glare, “Isn’t that discrimination?”

Sukuna pushed the rest of his cigarette down into the ground and stood up first, “Call it what you want. Peace out.” Your eyes follow him as he leaves and you roll your eyes once again, “Bye then.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Your first real encounter with him wasn’t all that pleasant. You wouldn’t say you were butthurt about it, but it definitely left a bitter feeling in your heart. Oh well, he was a stranger anyway. You walked past him for the next few weeks, the both of you completely ignoring each other’s existence just like before. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Sukuna was homeless, but he was well dressed, fresh and clean. He looked muscular as well, so he seemed to be fine on his own. It was just funny that you saw him every day and if it wasn’t every day, it was every other day. It’s not like you were looking for him or anything, but on the days, he was missing, it made you feel weird. Possibly because walking past him was part of your daily routine.

Today was particularly hot so you decided to wear a basic tee and some shorts. You waved bye to your parents and once again walked onto the very familiar streets. You saw him again. He was squatting down near a vendor, but he wasn’t smoking this time. He was eating takoyaki and you hate to admit it, but he looked cute. Almost innocent, if he didn’t have all those tats. Sukuna lifted his head right as you walked by, and you pretended like you didn’t notice.

You met up with a few of your high school friends and spent the day eating and taking pictures in photo booths but as the day went on, they slowly left one by one, leaving you with one of your closest friends. Your friend, Kaede, watches you as you stare off into space. She contemplates between asking you what’s wrong or just leaving you be. She chooses the first option, clearing her throat a little to catch your attention, “y/n, is there something wrong?”

You turn a slight shade of pink but shake your head, “I was just daydreaming.” Kaede doesn’t buy your answer though and instead leans into you, “Ouuu~ who's on your mind?” Should you tell her? You hate to admit it but after talking to Sukuna that once, you crave for more interaction. You want to get lost in the feeling of thrill. You want to give in to all your sudden desires. When you think about it, you’ve both been watching each other for a very long time while still maintaining distance. It seems like no matter how distant you’re both trying to be, the world keeps pulling you closer. Maybe he isn’t meant to be a stranger, or maybe your intuition sucks. After having a mental war with yourself, your lips curve, “I met someone very intriguing, but he isn’t interested.”

Kaede lets out an exaggerated gasp, “Who is he?! Let me meet him!” You giggle at her with a look of confusion, “How can I introduce you if he won’t even hang out with me?” You both ended up talking about the mysterious Sukuna and before you knew it, the sun was already setting. You bid each other farewell and then went your own ways. You walked back with ease, humming happily to yourself when you suddenly saw a tuft of pink hair from your peripheral vision. How long has he been there? Does he really have nowhere to go?

“Oh, it’s you again.” Sukuna rose from the same spot he was in before and quickly caught up to you. You spared him a glance with a soft smile on your lips, “Can’t stay away from me huh?” You ended the question in a teasing tone, but he kept quiet. You raised your brows as you both walked together, “Thought you didn’t want to associate yourself with a halfie like me?”

Sukuna groaned without a care at you, “Words are words. Don’t tell me you’re the type that holds grudges.” You giggled at him, “I’m not, but you’re the one who made the claim, so keep your words.” Although you say this, your heart is doing somersaults. You’re not sure if you like him, but you definitely know you’re attracted to him. Maybe it’s because he’s something completely different that it makes you excited. Yeah, there’s no way you’d like a stranger. Being friends with him is what you crave. His own lips curved at your tone, “And if I don’t want to?”

You hum softly and speak again, “I don’t like people who go against themselves.”

Sukuna’s face scrunches in distaste at your answer, “People change their minds all the time, halfie.”

He continued to walk with you, so you turned to look at him again, “I’ll just leave first.” Your feet began to move faster to avoid him, but a shit eating grin was already stretching onto your lips. The reason was because you could hear him walking faster to catch up and just as you were about to turn the corner he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around. Sukuna let out a small chuckle, “Don’t go runnin’ off yet. I’m bored right now and you’re interesting.”

His comment made your smile drop. It wasn’t what you wanted to hear, if you had to be honest. You noted how hard he was holding your wrist, like he really didn’t want you to leave. “I’m not a toy for you to play with” your disappointment is clearly visible but Sukuna smirks shamelessly and it makes your heart flutter, despite all the red flags he’s giving.

“You can be.”

“No thanks.”

He clicks his tongue a little and sways side to side, not realizing how cute it makes him look, “Come on,” he whines, “we can be each other’s toy. You know, use each other for fun.”

Your frown drags further, “I’m not interested.” You shift awkwardly and finally pull your arm away from Sukuna while looking down at your feet, “Besides, I wouldn’t be much fun. I’m a virgin.” Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed about, but you feel smaller just knowing that you are. You don’t even know why you bothered to tell him; he is still a stranger.

Sukuna sighs out loud, “Same here.” Your head practically shoots up and your big eyes stare right back into his, “Uh–” He cuts you off before you can speak, “I wasn’t talking in a dirty manner.”

Your mouth opens and then closes, then opens again as you let the shock settle in, “Oh.” Sukuna closes his eyes and smiles softly while shaking his head at you. They open again and he rubs the top of your head, “Yeah, oh.”

You’re not even sure if this stranger is spouting the truth. He looks like a delinquent, and he smokes a lot. There’s no way this man is a virgin, but that’s not something you should even be worried about. Is it weird that you suddenly feel closer to him though? Your parents taught you very well to be aware of strangers and dangerous looking people like Sukuna, but you can’t help gravitating towards him. You tap your shoes against the cement, “So what did you want to do?” You’re both walking in sync again with no true destination in mind. Sukuna shrugs, “I dunno? We can walk around and just sit in each other’s presence? Like the first time we met… It was comfortable. I liked it.”

Was he even aware of how cute he could be? You weren’t sure if he was acting like this intentionally but for some reason, you didn’t care. Perhaps you were dumb and naive, your parents would hate you for hanging around a man like Sukuna, but all of your morals were thrown out. With a satisfied smile, you nodded, “I don’t mind then.”

Sukuna’s smile dropped a bit as he thought for a short while. He looked unsure as he eyed you once more before squinting his eyes, “How old are you?” His age was something you were curious about too, so you answer easily, “Nineteen.”

His mouth opens and then he smiles back down at you again, “Just as I thought. I’m two years older than you.”

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Three months had passed, and you both grew closer. Your life slowly started rotating around Sukuna. You’d hang out with him almost every day from morning until it was getting a bit too late, completely blowing off your friends and family. You’d just hang around him as he smoked, whether it be in the streets, a skate park, a plaza, anywhere was fine with you. You’d get an exciting thrill with Sukuna anywhere you went. Despite being attracted to him, you realized that it’s just because of his looks. His personality is kind of shit. Always a grump.

The days consisted of casual conversation, snacking and then back to him smoking while you sat beside him. There were often times when he’d not smoke at all, since he was concerned about your health. Secondhand smoke was a thing he was aware of, so he’d choose to hang out with you despite the urge of wanting to smoke. You would buy snacks together and explore the city on foot, by bus or by train. Oftentimes you’d both walk along the train tracks and take photos of each other for aesthetics. Sukuna wasn’t keen on taking photos together, but he’d put up with it for you since you were friends. You both learned things about each other and sometimes he’d even walk you all the way home, using the excuse of “there could be dangerous people lurking around you” just so that he could be with you for a bit longer. You learned that his family were almost never home since they were always away on business trips. He’s an only child, his favorite color is blood red, he got his tattoos when he was still in high school, and he has very bad smoking and drinking habits. He always has his stupid hair styled with gel, so you’ve never seen it down before, but you did discover that he had tattoos on his back, chest and stomach. The man was extreme; the tattoos didn’t even look like they had any significant meaning either. Just like you, he still lives with his parents. You also learned that he works in a bar, but that’s something you’d rather not get involved with. Oh, and his hair is actually dyed pink, his friend with the white hair is the one who does it.

You watched as Sukuna rolled by skillfully on the skateboard. He sent you a few glances from time to time and you’d smile at him every time. It was beginning to get late though so you began to gather your trash, throwing it away while he walked towards you, “Where you goin’?”

“Home.” You shot him a playful look, but he frowned, “Do you have to?” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, and it almost made you feel bad. However, your parents were starting to wonder where you were going that you’d come back so late, so you nodded, “Kind of. I live there.” You looked back at him again with one eyebrow raised, “Shouldn’t you go home too? It’s getting late.”

Sukuna grumbled a bit more to himself, “Yeah, but I wanna chill here a bit longer.” You hum as he continues to follow you like a lost puppy, “Why is that?” The way he acts is so adorable. He’s a bit of a clingy friend. Maybe he’s just a very lonely person. Sukuna rolled his eyes at you, “No one’s home. It’s kind of lonely. You know that.”

You fully turn around to face him, halting all movements, “Well I’m sorry to leave your side but I’ve gotta go home. See you next time, okay?” You’re smiling so sweetly at him that all he can do is heave a sigh. He really doesn’t want to stop hanging out with you yet, but he understands. Sukuna nods reluctantly, “Do what you gotta do. See ya, halfie.” You begin to walk backwards and point a finger at him, “Don’t call me that, demon.” Sukuna chuckles your way and gives you a short wave while his other hand holds onto his skateboard, “Whatever. Get going already.” You wave once more, “Until next time!”

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Dinner with your parents was the same as usual. Today your dad looked a bit more concerned. He tapped the table gently to gain your attention, “Sweetheart, you almost missed dinner again today. Where have you been going?” You finish chewing your food and look into your dad’s eyes, “I’m just exploring the city. Is that bad?”

He shakes his head slowly at you, “No, but I’m concerned for you. Maybe try to come home a little earlier.” Your mom joins in as well, “Yes, please do. You’re coming home later and later every time you leave the house. You could get kidnapped.” Although you want to disagree, because you have a secret bodyguard, you nod. The rest of dinner is filled with different conversations regarding their work, and you sit silently to listen.

While your parents put on a movie to watch, you decide to retire to your room first. You and Sukuna walked around and played more than usual today so you were feeling sleepy. You’re already tucked and comfy, just about to fall asleep when your phone suddenly sends you a notification. You want to ignore it, but it notifies you again. With tired eyes, you pick up your phone and read the screen.

Sukuna ^.^: Hey

Sukuna ^.^: Are you asleep?

Halfie: Not yet. Why aren’t you asleep?

Sukuna ^.^: I’m not tired.

Halfie: Well I’m about to go to bed, so I’ll text you in the morning.

Sukuna ^.^: Talk to me. I’m very bored.

Halfie: Don’t you have someone else to talk to at home?

Sukuna ^.^: I told you, no one is home much. Come hang out with me :)

Halfie: I won’t sneak out. My parents are home and they’ll know.

Sukuna ^.^: Then I’ll come to you.

Halfie: Don’t do that.

Sukuna ^.^: (Typing…)

Sukuna ^.^: Sorry, I’m already on my way.

Halfie: Sukuna, you’re really too much to handle. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.

Sukuna ^.^: Meanie.

You didn’t get any more notifications and you fell asleep shortly. Well, you were awakened by your phone sending you a notification. You must’ve only been asleep for twenty minutes.

Sukuna ^.^: I’m here.

Despite the scowl you sent at your own phone screen, a smile stretched onto your lips as your fingers began to send a text back.

Halfie: Stop lying.

Sukuna ^.^: Look outside, halfie.

Halfie: Oh god.

You quickly rolled out of bed and pushed your hair back. With hasty steps, you went towards your bedroom widow and peaked through the glass. Lo and behold, Sukuna was hopping over your house’s privacy gate. You noticed that his hair wasn’t styled up like usual. It was fluffy and down, making him look like a totally different person. If you were seeing him like this in a different setting, then maybe you’d let your heart pound a bit faster. However, panic began to settle into your bones when you realized your parents were still awake in the living room and could hear him at any second.

Sukuna looked around for a bit before he found you at your window. He walked over to your window quickly and you opened it to scold him, “Go home!” You whispered hurriedly. Lucky for Sukuna, your room was on the first floor. He motioned for you to move, “Let me in, hurry! I’ve been walking for a while so it’s cold.” You shook your head adamantly, “What are you doing here?”

He looked you dead in the eyes with a straight face, “I told you I was coming to you.” He tried to crawl through again, but you blocked him off, “I can’t let you in. My parents are home, Sukuna. They’re still awake.” He chuckled loudly and flicked your forehead in the process, “I can see that. They’re in the living room.”

You rubbed at the pain now throbbing on your forehead while glaring at him, “Exactly, so go back home. We can hang out tomorrow.” Sukuna took the time to look into your dark room and then back at you, “Just move so I can come in.” You rolled your eyes for the nth time, “You’re not coming into my room.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s disrespectful to my parents.”

“Then come outside. I doubt they’ll come check up on you if they think you’re already asleep, y/n.”

As tempting as it sounded to sneak out with him at this hour to explore some more, you were just too tired. You also didn’t want to risk any more of your parent’s trust so you shook your head, again, “I will not go with you, Sukuna. Go back home.”

While you were talking, Sukuna muttered “I’m coming in” and began to crawl past you while your guard was down. You panicked again, “What are you– hey, stop!”

You shouted without thinking and before you knew it, Sukuna was in your room looking around in an exaggerated way, “Wow, nice room.” With an anxious finger, you pointed towards the window, “You need to leave, Sukuna. I don’t want them to see you here.” Sukuna turned back to stare at you while he smiled boyishly, “I’m already here, why would I leave?”

Right as he finished talking, your dad’s voice echoed through the halls, “Y/n? Are you still awake? Who are you talking to?”

You and Sukuna both looked at each other with panicked eyes. Your brows furrowed in a worried way, “Shit! Go, hurry!” You whispered desperately but with quick thinking, he quickly but quietly shut the window, shoved you down onto the bed, crawled on top of you and threw the blanket over both your heads. Your eyes widened and although it was pitch black, you could tell you were looking into each other’s eyes. You whispered as softly as you could while the sound of your parent’s footsteps got closer, “Sukuna, what- what are you doing?!”

“Shhh.” Sukuna whispered back right above your lips, his minty breath fanning over your lips. He continued, “If you don’t want to get caught, then stay still and pretend you’re asleep.” You nodded even if he couldn't see it. Sukuna lowered himself even more. The tip of his nose brushed against your cheekbone while his lips hovered right above yours. If he moved even lower, he’d end up kissing you. You swear you could hear each other’s heart beating erratically. Your bedroom door opened, causing you to tense up.

“Y/n? Are you up?”

Your dad’s voice echoed into your room, and you could hear your parents shuffling around a bit. “Huh, I must be getting old.” Your dad mumbled, scratching his head. You could hear your mom laugh gently, “What’s wrong, honey?” He walked back towards her by the door, “I think I’m hearing things. I could’ve sworn I heard a man’s voice along with hers. Let’s go to bed, darling. I’m exhausted.” They continued to talk a bit more and then you heard footsteps approaching again. Your heart was beating so hard against your chest in fear of getting caught, but a part of you liked the thrill. You heard the lock on your window click and then the footsteps faded, “Sweet dreams, y/n.”

As soon as the door closed, Sukuna chuckled, his breath tickled against your lips, “You can breathe now, halfie.” Despite the coast being clear you both remained in the same position. You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath, “That was close!” You breathe out a steady breath and then your hand came up to smack at his shoulder gently while you breathe against each other’s lips, “Are you out of your mind?!”

Sukuna chuckled deeply, clearly amused, “Keep it down, halfie.” Just to make your heartbeat even faster, he lowered himself a bit more, “I can hear your heartbeat. You nervous?” You were suddenly very aware of your position and the placement of his hands. He was literally hovering above you with one knee pressed to your core while his left hand rested at your waist and his other hand supported the rest of his weight right by your head. Your parents must’ve not been paying close attention to your bed because the shape might’ve been very odd, given the circumstance.

“No, you’re just very close to me… and you’re holding me.” You spoke very quietly as heat rose to your face. In order to tease you even more, Sukuna removed his hand from your waist, “So?” he brought his hand up and caressed your face, “I kind of like it.” What would happen if you just decided fuck it? Despite wanting to give into your curiosity, you placed both hands onto his shoulders “You’re so blunt.” You pushed him off onto the side of the bed without much effort. Either way, he still flipped, on his own will since he was only joking around.

Sukuna laughed out loud, “Now that I’m here, let’s do something.” He flipped onto his side to stare at you since both of your visions began to adjust to the dark. You turned to your side as well to look at him, “No, I’m sleepy.” He blew a few raspberries but finally nodded his head, “Then let’s continue to lay like this?” You chuckle to yourself this time, “Don’t try anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t get offended now~” Sukuna teased, singing out loud as he made his way off the bed. You wondered where he was going but the gears clicked in your head when you heard him turn the lock on your door. In less than thirty seconds, he jumped back onto the bed, causing you to bounce with the motion.

It was silent as you both laid there in silence. The only sound heard was yours and Sukuna’s soft breathing. One would think it’d be awkward and weird for none of you to talk while he’s here laying in your bed with you, but it’s actually comforting. There’s a space between you two for personal boundaries, but then Sukuna shuffles a bit closer, “I thought you were sleepy?”

“I am,” you softly laugh, “but how can I fall asleep while you’re watching me so intently like that? It’s creepy~”

Sukuna clicks his tongue and shifts onto his back instead, “Oh, my bad.”

You can’t help the giddy feeling in your stomach as you come a bit closer as well, “I was playing around, Sukuna. But, are you going to go home soon?”

He’s silent again. It’s like he wants to avoid answering you, but you hear his mouth open, “Can’t I stay? Just for today.”

He definitely cannot. How will he leave tomorrow without being caught? He needs to go home soon. You inhale slowly, taking in the scent he holds. He smells like citrus, despite being lazy like a cat. It’s a scent that you like, and you’ve come to like the faint smell of tobacco that lingers on him as well. You also find yourself not minding the smell of weed on him as well. Through the time that you’ve known him, he’s never once let you try. Said something along the lines of “you’re too healthy, don’t wanna screw your brain up” and although you’d pout, you know he’s just looking out for you.

You close your eyes and get comfortable, chasing his warmth, “Yeah.”

There are no more words shared between the two of you, but Sukuna shifts onto his side again and tests the waters. He’s never done this before, so he’s unsure if you’d let him, but everything in him is telling him to hold you. He’s not sure why he wants to, but it makes his heart beat a little faster. Sukuna’s left hand comes up to your waist and he holds you delicately, waiting to see if you’d resist or not. He knows you’re still awake. It comforts him when he feels you nuzzle into his chest. He feels warm. It makes him forget what being cold and lonely feels like. Sukuna’s scared. Really scared. He’s afraid he’ll get attached to this feeling and then be left alone to go back to how it was before, so he mentally tells himself that this warm feeling is just comfort. That he finds comfort in you and that’s enough for him.

Note: Spoiler! After it came out that Sukuna was the fallen Angel, I had to include it, because he too, is beautiful.

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna angst #sukuna angst #sukuna smut #sukuna fluff #ryomen sukuna fluff #jjk x reader #sukuna fanfic #Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk #jjk angst #sukuna #ryomen sukuna

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shih-coulda-had-it · 4 years ago

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If Izuku had met the Young Torino?

I like the idea of Prime Torino being punched into present-day canon (punched by who? Toshinori, of course), and being the only one able to keep up with Deku as Deku scours Japan for AFO. Prime Torino just wants to get back home. He's too young to be a grandfather!

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Gran Torino: What did you do to my cape?

Izuku: Ah.

Descriptive arrow pointing at the cape lists, 'bloodstained, tattered, singed,' and 'riddled with bullet holes.'

Not too long after Izuku cuts contact with All Might, he finds a cluster of masked people terrorizing a high-rise. Zero hints as to whether or not they’re aligned with All for One. But they’re extorting supplies from the people hiding within, and in any case, when Izuku hears the wail of a child, all bets are off.

Fighting comes easier to him now. Even if the holders disapprove of Izuku’s pace, they lend their expertise, smoothing out the wrinkles in his techniques.

He ducks under a wild swing, lashes out with the Fifth’s Quirk, yanks his opponent towards him and feels One for All flare within his veins as he preps for a punch. Standard. What is not so standard is the First’s urgent voice, saying, “Something’s wrong!”

Izuku has to drive the punch forward. There is nowhere else to redirect the energy.

One for All surges, unfamiliar and wild, and Izuku barely has time to process the foreign emotions: rage-loss-grief--a young voice that screams, “You’re awful! You’re not helping me, you’re just taking your anger out on the closest, most convenient target! I hate you!”

Something tears in the world. It’s different from a Warp Quirk, if only because it wrenches at Izuku’s gut, and also, because an extremely bright and heavy weight is flung into existence and into Midoriya Izuku. Izuku yelps, trying to slow his and the newcomer’s momentum.

They crash into a storefront on the opposite side of the street.

Amidst the shattered wooden boards (no glass? a lucky break, then) and under the stranger’s heavy form, Izuku coughs. His backpack digs uncomfortably against his spine. “Who is he,” he asks the empty air and prods wearily at the now-cheerful flames of One for All.

“Sorahiko,” says the Seventh, Shimura Nana. Her voice is soft, stunned, and terrified.

Izuku blinks. Presumably, Gran Torino stirs. His voice doesn’t sound like it did several months ago, like it’d been run through a blender and mixed with gravel, but the weariness is the same. He murmurs, “Shimura, help…”

“Help him, Ninth,” she snaps, and Izuku sees her spectral form manifest and circle their perimeter. She crouches by them, and as Izuku struggles out from beneath Gran Torino, he sees her fingers brush against the off-white suit. The Seventh twitches back as if stung.

“Did you just--?” Izuku blurts out.

“No.”

He has his doubts, but the important thing is to roll Gran Torino over so he’s not breathing in dust and splinters. The yellow cape he wears is the brightest, sunniest thing Izuku’s seen all month, and presumably, Gran Torino as he is now is the darkest, meanest he’s ever been in his whole life. Izuku heaves the man face-up and tears his own hood off, in case Gran Torino feels like punching first and talking second.

“Gran Torino?” he tentatively calls.

The Fourth’s Quirk zings, and Izuku dodges the grasping hand just in time.

“Where am I,” snarls Gran Torino, surging to sit upright and immediately looking nauseous. His hand goes to his abdomen, gingerly pressing at some invisible wound.

“Roppongi,” says Izuku. He telegraphs his raised hands, and he bears the cursory, critical once-over with patience. Torino’s grimace softens to a frown; he instinctively lifts a hand to touch the collar of his own cape, as if to make sure it hasn’t been looted.

“Your name?”

“Deku.”

Torino registers the title without comment. Instead, he nods, and he says, conversationally, “Excuse me, but I’ve got to go kick my student’s ass. If the little shit thinks he can dump my body in the middle of Tokyo without suffering any consequences, he’s got another thing coming.”

He attempts to rise, and Izuku, struck by the horrifying thought that seeing a Gran Torino in his prime will really cut All Might’s life short, hurries to say, “What year is it?”

Torino pauses. His expression darkens.

“It’s 20XX,” says Izuku, terrified of the missing answer. “Did you--did you just start teaching…?”

“I’m going to kill that boy,” says Torino, apropos of nothing.

Eep! goes Izuku’s heart. He gets to his feet, unnerved, and watches Torino lever himself upright. Gran Torino in his prime is tall, taller than even Endeavor--he thinks the Seventh is only a tad shorter. Before Izuku can witness the sheer presence Gran Torino used to exude, the Fourth draws his attention to the high-rise.

“You’re not allowed to kill All Might,” Izuku declares, too distracted to watch his words. He pulls his hood back up and over his face. “Sorry, um, I have to--”

He bolts to deal with the villains. A loud curse follows his exit, and then Gran Torino chases after him. The fight would have been a minor nuisance for Izuku, but with the added help, it’s a breeze.

Gran Torino in his prime is a nightmare in close combat. Izuku is only done knocking out two when Torino impatiently connects the dots and one-two-three-four-five men and women collapse, knocked out cold. When Torino touches down, he watches Izuku handcuff each villain to the other like a daisy chain.

“Aren’t you a little young to be a pro-hero?”

“I’m licensed.”

“Hn.”

A little awkwardly, Izuku activates the Fifth’s Quirk and gathers the cluster of villains. He doesn’t know if the nearest police precinct can hold them; too many people have broken the law in the name of survival. The country is in perpetual triage.

“Sorry,” Izuku says again, “but I need to relocate these guys.”

“Where to?”

“Somewhere else. I can call, um...” Endeavor? Is Endeavor qualified to handle a foulmouthed, time-traveling pro-hero who in his prime, could give Hawks a run for his money as the fastest hero on the registry? If Gran Torino wants to escape surveillance, then nothing can stop him.

“I’m going to follow you,” says Torino intently. “I have a feeling you’re the key to getting me back home.”

“I’m busy.”

“Too bad. I’ve been told I’m difficult to shake off.” Gran Torino pops his neck from side to side. “Thirty-some years in the future, and you know All Might. You know me. Get me up to speed, Deku, or I’ll go to U.A. and start from there.”

Izuku pales beneath his mask. If he sends Gran Torino like this to U.A., then All Might really will have a heart attack! And Izuku has no good news to tell Torino, not about the future in general, and definitely not about Torino’s own fate. “There’s a lot to cover?”

“Then let’s get to a private location.”

(A bit later…)

Gran Torino glances down at Izuku and says, “Is that a scarf?”

Izuku feels insulted on Gran Torino’s behalf. Certainly on Izuku, the cape’s ends are tattered and singed, bloodstained and pockmarked with Lady Nagant’s bullets. But on the old man, it had trailed on the ground, purposely dragging in the dust. “It’s yours. You gave it to me.”

“Well, what the hell did you do to it?”

“Ah… Funny story…”

#bnha #midoriya izuku #deku #torino sorahiko #gran torino #shih's art #shih.txt #asks #anon #anon if you sent another ask #it's delayed until i get c6 of ghostnana out #hmm what to call this...#oh well figure it out later #izuku was spiraling #but now he has bad enabler grandpa with him #so he's spiraling in a different way now

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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could you PLEASE write the fic where coops break the bed bc I would love to read how that went down

I'd love to! This is a reference to part three of this fic, and the prompt was combined with asks for another jealous Sirius and seeing Remus in his game day suit for the first time. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut (including blowjobs)

The lock slid home and Sirius’ knees hit the floor.

“Wh—okay,” Remus laughed as Sirius fumbled his belt open and yanked the zipper of his dress pants—fucking dress pants, is he trying to kill me?—as far as it could go without ripping straight down the middle. Slender fingers combed through his hair; some of the shock must have worn off, because he could feel a growing bulge under his cheek as he nuzzled the dip of Remus’ hipbone.

“Nobody looks at you like I do,” he said, licking a broad stripe up the front of Remus’ boxers. They were the nice kind, soft and tight—he wanted to tear them off.

Remus, for his part, looked both baffled and quite happy. “No, they do not,” he agreed, giving the back of Sirius’ hair a light tug. “And nobody looks as good as you down there.”

“You’re goddamn right they don’t.” Without further ado, Sirius pulled his dick out of his boxers and did his best to inhale it.

“Jesus fucking—” Remus’ hand slammed into the wall with a sharp gasp. His knee buckled, but Sirius gripped his thigh and pushed it against the wall. “Holy shit, baby, give me some warning.”

Sirius leaned back and let the tip slide out through his lips for just a moment, reveling in the slackjawed awe on Remus’ face. “No.”

“What did I do to deserve this?” Remus’ voice cracked as he thudded his head back against the wall and began lightly rolling his hips per Sirius’ request, huffing each time Sirius tightened his hold on his ass.

“Game suit,” Sirius managed as he slid off to bite the hollow between Remus’ hip and thigh, drawing a whimper from him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, shouting mine, mine, mine with each pulse. “Game suit and those fucking fans.”

Remus’ chest heaved as he took him all the way to the base again, holding Sirius by the hair the way that always sent lightning down his spine. He spread his knees slightly on the floor and palmed himself through his pants without breaking pace. “Are you—ah—are you upset or happy? ‘cause this is great and I’m not complaining but—oh holy fuck.”

Warm, slightly sweaty palms shoved him away by the forehead. Sirius made a noise of protest that turned into a grumble when his mouth was finally empty, and he batted Remus’ hands away. “What?”

“Two seconds.” Remus’ pupils were dilated so far they almost hid the pretty amber that turned dark with lust. “You look so good down there, baby, but I’m gonna come and I’m really confused why.”

“I want to make you come,” Sirius explained, moving back towards him only to be guided away again. Obviously. “Remus!”

“What is the occasion?” he asked, a little desperate. “What did I do?”

Sirius sat back on his heels with an irritated exhale and held up three fingers. “You, in general. Game suit. Fans. May I please finish what I was doing.”

If possible, Remus looked even more lost. “The fans? What about the fans? Why do they entail an amazing blowjob?”

“Because.” Sirius pulled his pants down enough to suck a mark on the thickest muscle of Remus’ thigh. He was salty and sweet and perfect. “Because they were looking at you like they wanted to eat you, and that’s my job.”

“I—” Remus opened and closed his mouth twice, then leaned back against the wall with an aborted muss of his hair. “Yeah, okay. I kind of want to get you off too, though, ‘cause you look like sin on legs in that blazer and I would hate to waste it.”

Sirius Black, why did you commit yourself to someone so selfless. He took his mouth off the underside of Remus’ dick and hauled himself to his feet, wincing at the protests of his plane-tired muscles. “Then we’d better get upstairs.”

“Upstairs? But—” Remus’ eyes widened and a slow smile spread over his face and he pulled his pants back up. “Yeah, yeah, okay, yes, right now.”

“Right now,” Sirius confirmed, taking him by the wrist to hustle them both up to their bedroom. He gave Remus’ ass a solid smack before scooting around him to flop backward on the bed, tangling their legs together until he could wrap himself around Remus and kiss him like he deserved. Hard and sloppy and so dizzying Sirius had to catch his breath when they broke apart. “Now.”

“Huh?” Remus coughed, still ruffled and red-lipped.

Sirius took his face between his hands and felt Remus go weak on top of him. “Fuck me. Right now. I’m yours, and you’re mine, and you don’t do this with any of those people undressing you with their eyes today.”

I’m the one that’s going to be walking funny tomorrow, Sirius reminded himself as he expertly unbuttoned Remus’ shirt and shoved both that and the navy jacket off his golden shoulders. Not the moon-eyed women twirling their hair, not the chiseled men with their fucking smirks, not the people in the comments marveling at that pretty face. Me. Mine.

Remus made a funny sort of whimpering noise as he pushed Sirius’ shirt open and attached himself to his neck, biting and licking in equal measure as Sirius divested them both of their pants. He leaned back to catch his breath, but Sirius reeled him back in by the blue tie still around his neck and tangled his fingers in Remus’ tawny curls, crushing them together while he pushed his hips up for any friction and basked in Remus’ moans. Mine. Yours.

“Lube,” Remus said against his mouth, breathless. The temperature of the room had to be a hundred degrees, Sirius was sure of it; they were both sweating already, but he couldn’t let go of Remus for more than a second at a time. He needed the contact. Needed the feeling of drowning in his touch.

“Mine,” he said, nipping Remus’ bottom lip before letting him go enough that he could reach the nightstand.

“Yours,” Remus promised. He kept one hand splayed over the side of Sirius’ neck as they kissed; the other popped the cap off the lube and hoisted Sirius’ leg further to the side. “Ready?”

“Go.”

He threw his head back when two—two!—slick fingers pressed against him, opening him at the wonderful intersection between a snail’s pace and an uncomfortable sting. Remus moved his free hand down to hold Sirius’ hip; his weight pressed him into the mattress, and Sirius was sure that he would burn up at any moment.

“Yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth when Remus’ fingers found his prostate. His ears began to buzz as Remus rubbed the pads of his fingers over it in relentless circles, not pushing, just giving him enough friction to go mad with it.

Teeth skimmed his collarbone and Sirius shivered when wet lips trailed over his nipple. “Get on your stomach.”

“Wanna see you.”

“Sirius.” Remus’ hand wasn’t damp when he curled it around Sirius’ jaw and guided him to meet his eyes. “On your damn stomach.”

Sirius was not proud of the half-breath sound that escaped him, but he wasn’t ashamed either. He got on his damn stomach, and he did it with a smile. “What now?”

“Hold the headboard.”

He obliged and felt Remus run a hand down the curve of his spine before sliding two fingers back into him. Sirius arched, grinning at the waves of pleasure rolling through his stomach. “We don’t have games for two days,” he said, flipping his hair back to look at Remus over his shoulder.

Amber eyes roved up and down his body with an appreciative gleam before Remus pressed a kiss to the small of his back. “I know. Hold on, baby.”

A shiver ran through Sirius’ limbs; he flexed his fingers on the wood of the headboard and sighed when something much more blunt than a few fingers pushed inside him in a slow, continuous motion. “Tabarnak,” he muttered, mouth agape as Remus found his seat and pushed down even harder on his lower back. His spine was going to ache in the morning, and he didn’t care a bit.

“Why were you upset about the fans?” he asked with a slow roll of his hips that left Sirius shuddering. “You know I don’t pay attention to that.”

“Comment section,” he panted, gritting his teeth against a loud moan. “And I could hear them when you walked by.”

“What were they saying?”

“Everything.” Sirius’ thighs trembled on the hard thrust that followed. “Everything, everything—how good you looked. That suit, Remus, I can’t handle it.”

A beat of silence passed, save for the creaking of the bed beneath them. “Say it again.”

“You looked—”

“Not that,” Remus interrupted, sliding his hands along Sirius’ sides and back down his thighs. “You want me to be yours? Then say my name.”

“Remus,” he breathed.

“What was that?”

“Remus,” he repeated, a little louder. It came out as a whine and Remus bent down to bite the junction of his shoulder as he gripped the headboard with white knuckles.

“Again.”

The word was punctuated by a yank on Sirius’ hips paired with a thrust that sparked fireworks in his eyes. “Remus!” he almost shouted, half in shock.

“Atta boy.” Strong arms wound around his abdomen, pulling him impossibly closer to Remus’ front as he rocked in and out and stole Sirius’ breath from his lungs. Feather-soft lips traced from one shoulder to the middle of his back, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake that were cold against the flames in Sirius’ gut. His arms were already shaking.

“Remus,” he begged, though he didn’t even know what to ask for. He was so hard it almost hurt—spreading his exhausted knees to try and sink down onto the mattress did absolutely nothing to help him. “Remus.”

“No,” Remus ordered when he tried to take one hand off the headboard and stroke himself to relieve the pressure. Sirius let out something akin to a sob despite the distilled joy and pleasure running riot through him. “Headboard. Now.”

“I am.”

Remus’ breath was hot against his ear. “Don’t get bratty with me.”

Sirius had never come untouched before, but he wondered if it felt like this. Unfortunately, he was still painfully close to the edge and Remus insisted on dragging over his sweet spot every—fucking—time, so he was stuck in a horribly fantastic limbo that bent every cell to Remus’ will.

It was exactly what he had been after from the second the front door locked behind them.

“Come on, baby.” Remus made a low sound in his throat as Sirius clamped down around him at the nickname and upped his pace by a degree. “Come on, you can do it.”

“Quoi—what d’you want?” Sirius asked, dropping his chin to his chest with a moan.

Fingers wound into his hair and pulled his head up again, gentle but unyielding. There was never any pain when Remus was in charge, only the feeling of being entirely encompassed. It didn’t matter what position they were in—Sirius could be on the bottom, top, sideways, anywhere, and still feel cared for in every aspect.

“Fucking love you,” he mumbled, voice breaking as Remus’ hand slid through his hair to trail along his neck and wind around his chest.

He could feel the smile pressing into his shoulder blade as Remus left a mark there between world-shattering rolls of his hips. “Love you, too. You know you can come whenever, right?”

“Touch me.”

“Tell me three things and I will,” Remus all but purred into the arch of his neck. Sirius nodded frantically. “What color was I wearing today?”

“Blue,” he managed through clumsy lips. “Dark blue, ‘s perfect on you, oh.”

“Two: how many times have I worn that suit?”

Sirius stifled a moan in the crook of his elbow. “Once.”

“Last question.” Remus licked the salt from the crest of his shoulder and Sirius’ vision went for a moment; he gripped the headboard like it was his only anchor on earth. “Who is the only person in the world I will ever love like this?”

“Oh, fuck, me.”

A palm, broad and callused, wrapped around his shaft and gathered the precome that had been dripping onto the sheets for a glide so smooth Sirius thought he was dreaming. Then the world caught up to him at light speed and he was gone, tumbling over the edge with a shout and throwing his weight forward while Remus guided him through every ripple down his back as he reached his own peak.

Crack—crunch.

Sirius yelped as his knuckles hit the wall, pulling back on instinct despite the fact that he had nowhere to go but down. Remus cursed into his shoulder and they hit the pillows in a mess of limbs and sweat; Sirius pulled his hands to his chest as the smarting pain began to fade. “Ow,” he said, bewildered and pitiful.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Remus pulled out with a slight wince and carefully took his hands, pressing kisses over the reddened skin before horror overtook his face. “Did I—was that sound your hands?”

“No,” Sirius said quickly, kissing his flushed cheek. “It wasn’t me. I think…”

Remus blinked at him. “Did we…”

“That was the headboard.” A smile tugged the edges of his mouth until Sirius gave in and began to laugh, shifting back onto his stomach for a proper look. Sure enough, the wooden board at the top of their bed was both sideways and several inches further down the wall than it had been when they started their venture.

“Oh my god,” Remus spluttered, still laughing as he tried to pull it back into the right spot. “Jesus, this thing is heavy.”

“We broke the bed,” Sirius snickered. It was so beyond unbelievable that he couldn’t help it. “After all this time, it finally gave in. Mon dieu. I can’t…I don’t even know where to start.”

“We broke the headboard,” Remus corrected with a grin. “Well, you broke it.”

“If you try to pin this all on me—”

“I had you pinned pretty well a minute—”

“Remus John Lupin—”

They dissolved into laughter, bordering on hysteria as they fell back onto the sheets. The headboard groaned at the impact, setting off a whole new round with no hope of letting them catch their breath.

“So,” Remus managed once his lungs were functioning again. He quirked an eyebrow at Sirius with a troublemaker’s smirk. “The suit?”

“The suit,” Sirius huffed, shaking his head. “I thought I was going to die.”

“Now you know how I feel all the friggin’ time.”

He sighed through his nose and stared upside-down at the cracked wood. “We’ll need to replace that.”

“Mhmm. And never tell the guys about it, ever.”

Sirius ran a hand down his face. “They’d bring it up at our funerals.”

“Is there a way to get just the headboard? Do we need to buy a whole new frame?”

His jaw crackled as he yawned, wrapping both arms around Remus to drag him over for a snuggle. “Those questions can wait until tomorrow. Or at least after a nap.”

“How about a shower and a nap?”

“Definitely a shower,” Sirius agreed, burying his face in the bend of Remus’ neck. “After a nap.”

“Come on, cuddlebug,” Remus groaned, giving him a halfhearted pull. “You hate the feeling of cum on your legs.”

“I just broke a plank of wood with my bare hands,” Sirius mumbled into his soft skin. “I can handle a few extra minutes of cuddles.”

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Hajime Iwaizumi x F!Reader

❝ enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time ❞

description: your feud with hajime iwaizumi only escalated throughout your years at hogwarts; whether it was on the quidditch field or who would be the first to sit down in class, there always seemed to be some sort of raging competition between you two.

genre: hogwarts!au, angst, enemies to lovers, slow burn, rivals, gryffindor quidditch keeper iwaizumi, slytherin quidditch captain f!reader

word count: 5.5k

warnings/notes: swearing, lots of angst, small depictions of violence, mentions of alcohol and drinking, not proof read im so sorry although i am an avid believer than both iwa and oikawa would be slytherins, i wanted to play with the idea of them being gryffindors, which actually makes sense when you think hard about it hfklhfd anyway! please enjoy!

part of a hogwarts collab ! collab masterlist posted here ! tysm to the wonderful @rintsuru for hosting <3

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You could feel his presence from across the dining hall, immediately dowsing you in a raging hatred that you only reserved for him. His arrogance mocked you as he basically danced into the Great Hall bathed in compliments.

The Gryffindor quidditch team won against Ravenclaw the night before. You didn’t know why he had all of the glory... he wasn’t even the captain. Being keeper had its perks, you guessed.

You rolled your eyes and focused your attention to your food. You tried not to stab the plate as you heard the varying praises to the boy in red and gold. “Congrats, Iwa!” and “That last block was brilliant!” nearly made you want to choke.

Hajime Iwaizumi was simply not someone who deserved such compliments. He was vile, annoying, and did everything in his limited power to poke and prod at every single one of your nerves. You used to ignore your burning hatred that you harbored for him; but late in your second year, you had let it all out.

And, as it turned out, he wasn’t quite fond of you either.

It had been years since then, yet the feelings remained the same. It was just the start of your sixth year and you already wanted to gouge his eyes out with the pointy end of your fork.

Tooru Oikawa caught your gaze and sent you a cheeky smile. You wished that you could hate the captain as much as his keeper, but you only let your hatred for him simmer for so long. He was quite fun when he wasn’t next to the little shit.

“Just wait for next week when you verse Slytherin! You’re sure to win!” a small Gryffindor told them.

“I wouldn’t be too sure.” You said, perhaps a bit too loudly. You lacked volume control, after all.

“What was that, Slytherin?” Iwaizumi turned to you. His gaze was fire on your skin and you wanted nothing but to catch him aflame as well.

“Your arrogance and cockiness proceeds even you.” You said, voice monotone and venomous against the recent silence at your speech. “I wouldn’t be too sure of your success.”

“Say that again after the match.” Iwaizumi turned back to accept another compliment and find a place to sit at his house’s table.

You wondered if you would get expelled if an apple happened to launch out of your hands and land on the back of his head.

Late in your second year, you had enough of Hajime Iwaizumi.

The both of you were in a silent competition the minute you were introduced to each other in your first year. It was never anything serious, just two eleven year olds who liked to be at the top.

It wasn’t until your second year that you started to feel genuine distaste for him. You had buried the thought of “hate” for a long time, masking it to be annoyance and opposition.

The hatred was much deeper than a surface burn.

It was during charms class that you finally snapped.

It was not more than the simple mutter of his breath. It was a mispronunciation of the spell and the tap of his wand against the table that made you lose your control.

“Hajime! Can you please, for the love of Merlin, shut the fuck up!” The harsh language created a tense silence through the classroom. No twelve year old had the balls to curse that hard in front of that many people, including a professor. “If you are going to be an idiot, at least try to hide it.”

Hajime Iwaizumi turned in his seat to face you, irritation and vexation easily overpowering his shock.

“Funny that you’re saying that.” He said.

“You’re so ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes. “Oh, I’m Hajime Iwaizumi and I am a perfect student that can’t even properly pronounce a simple spell! But that doesn’t matter because guess who’s a keeper for the quidditch team when I’m only a second year!! I am perfect!! Literally no one likes you.”

“Trust me, no one likes you either.”

No one meaning, and translating to, I don’t.

Just to show off, you easily cast the charm that he had failed. Charms was your strong subject, so you only needed to say the spell and flick your wand before turning your attention back to him.

He was nearly smoking from his ears, he was both embarrassed and livid.

You waved to Kei Tsukishima as you caught his gaze from the side of the hall. He was a fellow Slytherin and a good friend, though neither of you would admit that to each other.

He nodded as his greeting. He shoved his book back into his bag as you made your way to his side.

“Hey, Tsukki.” You said. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until practice tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for Yamaguchi.” He turned his body to lean against the wall. “We’re going to Hogsmeade today.”

“No invitation?”

He sighed. “Would you like to join us, Captain?”

“I was joking, no need to sound so enthusiastic.” You chuckled. As you started to speak again, Tadashi Yamaguchi left the classroom the two of you stood outside of. He smiled at you, his green and white reflecting off of his eyes.

“Captain!” Yamaguchi greeted, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Are you coming to Hogsmeade with us?”

“Be careful, the idiots are coming.” Tsukishima interrupted and warned, motioning over your shoulder.

You turned around to find Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking next to each other, laughing about something only the two of them knew. You had to hold back from making a comment.

“Yoohoo!” Tooru Oikawa caught your eye. You sighed and turned back to your fellow Slytherins, sharing a look.

“Hello, Tooru.” You felt him beside you before you looked.

You purposely didn’t look at Iwaizumi.

“We’re celebrating our win tonight, you guys should join!” Oikawa invited. You heard Iwaizumi’s exhale of frustration, but you only rolled your eyes in an attempt to ignore his presence.

“You want a group of Slytherins hanging out with you, celebrating your win, when we go against you in less than a week?” Tsukishima spoke up. He moved off of the wall. “No thanks. Come, Yamaguchi. Let’s go.”

Yamaguchi waved goodbye and followed his best friend down the hall. You pivoted to fully face the two Gryffindors.

“I’ll come.” You said, mainly out of spite.

Tooru Oikawa was naturally outgoing. He was the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, a flirt, and all together a pretty chill person. You didn’t mind calling him a friend, despite the vast differences between you two.

One vast difference being his best friend.

Which is why you found yourself next to him as soon as you entered the Gryffindor party. The cascades of burgundy and gold created a deep atmosphere in the hidden room, lights dancing along the dark walls and the smell of various alcohols filled the air. It was a Gryffindor party, that much was true.

You were one of the very few Slytherins that occupied the room. Your eyes caught sight of only a couple, most of them much younger than you and just happy to be at one of their first few parties.

“Oi, a snake has crawled into the winner’s common room.” Oikawa joked as he handed you a can. You accepted.

“A snake in a lion’s den, I wonder who will win.” You quipped.

“The lion, for sure.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. Snakes can eat things 100 percent their size.” You raised a brow and opened your can.

“Hm,” Oikawa looked over his shoulder and called out for someone you didn’t see. “Hey! Who do you think would win, a lion or a snake?”

“A lion obviously.” It was Hajime Iwaizumi.

You let out a groan, immediately losing your sense of humor. “Ah, you’ll see in less than a week.”

“I don’t think I will.” Iwaizumi said, stoic and annoyed. “This win was only one of few.”

“I suggest you just celebrate this win.” You took a sip. “Because I don’t think the losing team would like to come to the winner’s party.”

“That just means I will not be seeing you, which is a grand idea.”

It was the time of year just before winter, where the air starts to cool but the sun still warms your skin. You took a breath and held your broom at your side.

It was near minutes before the anticipated game against Gryffindor, and you could hear the crowds already. The rivalry between your houses was something that everyone enjoyed; the rivalry between you and their keeper was all you.

“Alright team.” You pivoted to the team behind you. “We’re playing Serpent first; and if we don’t get any points within the first two minutes, I’ll hold up the signal for Green. Got it?”

“Got it.”

You had a pretty well-rounded team in your honest opinion. Tsukishima was perfect as your keeper, he was never one to let anything get past him. Your chasers included you, Yamaguchi, and another girl named Yui Michimiya. You had the Miya twins for beaters. And, rather recently, you gained a new seeker named Tobio Kageyama. The same age as your keeper, but only wanted to join quidditch out of hate for the Gryffindor seeker (and who were you to deny that?).

The Gryffindor team was not one to mess with, they had a nice team too. Iwaizumi as the keeper, the Idiots Nishinoya and Tanaka as beaters, their new seeker Shoyo Hinata... but the problem was their chasers: Oikawa, Kiyoko Shimizu, and Wakatoshi Ushijima. They were so quick on their brooms, it was like working against wind.

Today was no day to lose.

“It’s our first official match of the year.” You encouraged. “Let’s show them who not to mess with.”

“Let’s absolutely destroy them.” Atsumu added.

You grinned.

As you headed towards the field, you could feel the adrenaline creeping into your bones. Quidditch had become routine, simple muscle memory as you moved to your starting positions.

The Gryffindor team appeared, and you felt the excitement enter you in a rush of air.

In the air, Hajime Iwaizumi felt at peace. He was very good at what he did, and he knew that, and the game was something he was passionate about.

He was also passionate about beating you.

You were the bane of his existence. You had never once sent him anything other than something bitter or sarcastic. You were an annoying pest that he simply couldn’t get rid of.

And as you threw the Quaffle into the goal just above his head, Iwaizumi felt his eye twitch.

Slytherin won, Tobio Kageyama’s hand high with the Snitch inside.

You watched in triumph as the teams descended on the brooms. From the skies down, you cheered.

“Congrats, Slytherin.” Oikawa said, though his tone was bitter and sour.

You knew that he hated losing, so you didn’t push it. He was a friend, after all. Sending him just a small “I’m sorry you didn’t win” smile, you headed to your team. You gathered them into a hug, or rather-- a huddle, and ruffled the hair on Kageyama’s head.

You peeked over your shoulder to catch sight of Iwaizumi. He was standing, hands at his sides, red face and eyes blank of any expression other than anger.

You smirked at him.

Hajime Iwaizumi was on the other side of the victory this time, silently brooding as he picked at his food in the Great Hall. The Gryffindor table emitted zero volume.

He was pissed off the second you entered the hall, Kei Tsukishima and Tadashi Yamaguchi walking beside you. The green and white seemed to glow, mocking him in the worst way imaginable.

Oikawa tried to bring his attention back to the food, but Iwaizumi was focused primarily on you. You were gloating, relishing in his loss, taking delight in the compliments from your house. A Hufflepuff appeared at your side, and you smiled as you thanked them for their congratulations.

He felt sick.

You could not help but drown yourself in the triumph. You walked on air, the feeling of superiority tickling every inch of skin it could touch.

You waved goodbye to a couple of friends, heading directly to the Gryffindor table. You placed your hands on Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s shoulders, leaning to place your head right between theirs.

“I suppose the snake beats the lion.” You sent a wink to Iwaizumi, knowing full well how it would provoke him.

“Fuck off.” Iwaizumi shoved your hand off of his shoulder.

“Go receive your praise at the Slytherin table.” Oikawa shooed, fork in hand. “You won’t find it here.”

“Sore losers.” You mocked just for fun. You stood straight. “I imagine that I would be the same, given it were the other way.”

You basically skipped back to your table for breakfast.

You were absolutely elated for the rest of the day. It was quite similar to being on cloud 9, winning your first game of the year against your rivals. The look on Hajime Iwaizumi’s face only added to the feeling.

You were walking down the hall, talking to a fellow Slytherin girl who had her arm wrapped in yours. She was going on and on about how she wished she could have imprinted Kageyama’s snitch catch to her memory.

That was when your shoulder collided directly into a firm body.

Your arm was ripped away from your classmates, along with your bag that fell onto the hard ground with a loud thud and wisp of parchment and ink. Everything in your bag now scattered the ground, covered in the dark ink and dirt.

Your mood was too high to get too angry. It was an accident; you would bite your tongue and clean up the mess.

Until you realized just who’s shoulder you ran into: Hajime Iwaizumi. Your greatest enemy and now destruction of your contents.

“Watch where you’re going next time, Hajime.” You grunted, kneeling to save some of your parchment before the ink could reach it.

“Perhaps if you had your head out of your ass, you wouldn’t have run into me.” Iwaizumi responded. He had turned to face you midway through your fall.

“As if you didn’t feel this way a week ago.” You told him, standing up. Nearly everything that was in your bag was soaked, including the bag itself. You inhaled deeply. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Now, why would I run my shoulder into you on purpose hoping to ruin your mood?” He asked. “You must be very arrogant to think that everything must be about you.”

You clenched your jaw and closed your eyes. “I will not let a piece of shit such as yourself bring my mood down today. Today is a good day.”

You knelt once again to find your essay that you had written for Snape, searching your documents. Only to find it one of the few that were directly under the ink, completely doused in black.

“Actually, fuck you.” You lifted the paper. Ink dripped off and onto the ground. “Do you know how long I worked on this?”

“I don’t know, a couple of minutes?” Iwaizumi shrugged. “You aren’t exactly the best at your schoolwork.”

“You wish you knew me well, but you don’t at all.” You felt anger boil in your chest. “I worked very hard on this essay. Days, even. And you destroyed it in less than five seconds..”

“There’s the Slytherin in you.” He let out a humorless laugh. “You think everything has to be about you, and if it doesn’t than someone is out to get you. Your ego is so fucking enormous that you can’t even muster the idea that maybe something isn’t about you. You didn’t even win, Tobio won the game for you. God, why don’t you go make a friend instead of standing here arguing with me about an accident?”

And then, “You really are a raging bitch, aren’t you?”

The girl that you were talking to had wide eyes, and you were sure that she was ready to fight. A couple of bystanders that were once just listeners started to mumble. And you.... you couldn’t fathom words.

Your feud with him had grown deep, but it had never gone as far as that. In front of a crowd, no less.

It was one thing to make comments, to be bitter and roll your eyes at each other’s presence. It was one thing to bicker, to fight, to joke to friends about the other’s incompetence and purposely pull on each other’s strings.

It was something else completely to call you a bitch in front of everyone in the middle of a hallway after a thread of insults.

You fake smiled, feeling unwanted tears threaten their way to your eyes. You would not allow yourself the angry tears; they would only make you angrier.

“You’re more than just an asshole, Hajime Iwaizumi.” You told him. Because you truly didn’t have any words.

“Calling a woman a bitch is the worst insult. Those are fighting words.” Oikawa’s older sister used to say. “It’s comparable to calling a man a pussy.”

Hajime Iwaizumi didn’t think much while he spoke. He just said the things as they came, especially when he didn’t really care much about what you thought of him.

But, calling you a bitch... that felt as if it were crossing a line that he didn’t have the authority to cross. And the look on your face after he said it was one that he had never witnessed on you.

At practice, his head still held the image of you.

He was confused. Why did he regret calling you a name? It wasn’t as if the two of you don’t argue in front of people all of the time. In fact, it was nearly a common occurrence.

For some ungodly reason, he felt a tug at his chest.

“Maybe you should apologize?” Oikawa suggested.

“Why would I apologize to her?”

“Because I think you went a little bit too far.” He told his best friend as truthfully as possible. “Because as much as I think the rivalry between you two is fun, she’s still just a girl. And because my sister said you should.”

“You wrote your sister?”

“Yeah, of course I did.”

For several days, Hajime Iwaizumi hadn’t seen you. You didn’t eat in the Great Hall, you didn’t come to the classes he had with you, you didn’t go to Hogsmeade like you usually did on weekends.

So, he came to your practice.

He was hoping to apologize. It was something he had never done to you before, and he had practiced it quite a few times. Just a small, “I’m sorry for calling you a bitch in front of everyone.”

Yes. That should be fine and the two of you could go back to the regularly scheduled loathing.

But the second he stepped onto the field, the two beaters stood in front of him.

“I wouldn’t.” Atsumu said, holding his broom. “She’s been in a mood.”

“I know, I’m the reason for that.” Iwaizumi said. “I just want to talk to her. Just a second.”

“I wouldn’t.” Osamu repeated. “Whatever you have to say, it’s gonna have to wait.”

Iwaizumi nodded, looking at the twins. He was going to ask them to tell you that he had been there, ask them to ask you to meet him somewhere or something so he can get the stupid apology off of his chest, when you appeared behind them.

“Get off of my field, Hajime Iwaizumi.” You said. You had been at practice for the past two hours (according to the sign ups), yet your voice was even and you hadn’t even broken a sweat. In fact, your voice spit toxin in his direction.

“I just wanted to...”

You had taken off before he could even say his second word. The twins followed right after.

Tooru Oikawa took a place beside you. It would have been normal, if it were not for your avid avoidance of anyone with a Gryffindor robe on.

“Hello, Tooru.” You said without sparing him a glance.

The thing was, you weren’t angry with him. You didn’t hate Oikawa, you hated his closest friend. And by association, you didn’t want to talk to him just as much. Oikawa had always been the middle ground between the doom and gloom that was the dark haired man you hated.

“I think you should talk to Iwa.” Oikawa said. Plain and simple, to the point.

“I think you should mind your business.” You retorted. “I never talked to him to begin with, what’s different now?”

“Because now is different.” He grabbed his book as the professor walked in. “Now, you won’t even say your smart ass remarks or tell him how fucked up his hair looks. Now is just... boring and sad.”

“So you want me to talk to the guy I hate in order for you to not be bored?” You scoffed and collected your things. “Truly, you are his best friend.”

You left just as the professor started talking, receiving a few stares in the process. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to that.

You were walking with Tsukishima, laughing at your attempts to get him to smile. Your team had really taken your mind and restored your confidence. You figured, as long as you didn’t see the man you hate then he simply didn’t exist. It was that easy.

Until you accidentally caught his eye across the street.

It had been snowing, so most of the students were in their winter gear and warm clothes. You yourself had a hat and scarf on, gloves to cover your hands despite the hot to-go mug of cocoa in them.

Hogsmeade was quite busy with everyone getting last minute holiday gifts and hurrying to hang out before break. Yet, somehow, your eyes found the brown of Iwaizumi’s.

You turned around, forcing Tsukishima to follow. The younger boy didn’t even have to ask about your change in demeanor, easily falling into pace beside you.

You felt a hand on your wrist, and heard your name being called. “Hey. Can I talk to you? I’ve been trying to apologize...”

You stopped dead in your tracks, as if you were pulled on a leash. As if his bare hand touching your empty gloved one had scolded you. Iwaizumi stood before you, red cheeks from either the cold or from rushing after you. Either way, you wanted nothing to do with it.

He had spun you in his grasp, his jaw tight and eyes searching yours before falling to his hand around yours. His grip on your wrist was tight, and he swallowed as his eyes found yours again.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You snatched your arm away. “Have you ever considered that? I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you, and I don’t want to hear your half-ass apology!”

“I have been trying to talk to you.” He said. “I...” His eyes scanned yours. His tongue rolled in his mouth. “You mean to tell me that you don’t want my apologies?”

“You’ve made it very clear what you think of me, so I hope that I can make this very clear for you,” You took a deep breath. “I hate you. I don’t like you, I have never liked you, and I hope that whatever it is that is eating you up inside continues to do so.”

Hajime Iwaizumi’s eye twitched. He started to take a step towards you, but decided against it, falling back into the same step. “I don’t...” His voice was nothing as you had ever heard it. “You...” His eyes clouded with the emotions you were familiar with. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

It was a sudden realization. It was not something you had even considered before, not something planned or reasoned. It was much like a tsunami, a build up of unrelated activity that brought something else entirely.

Emotions were unfortunate things. If you feel extreme emotions for someone, no matter what... they are still very strong feelings.

Hate to love, what a strange concept.

You held the potion below your nose, inhaling the scent.

“What does it smell like?” Snape asked.

“It smells like... bergamot.” You distinguished the varying smells. “Apple. And... lavender?”

You stepped back and hoped no one could see you connecting the dots through your eyes.

Tooru Oikawa was an observant person. He was known to be the person who knew the best for his team, easily finding the perfect techniques for each on the field and as encouragement. He was one for connections and relationships.

Which is why he knew that you were masking feelings of something else with this burning hatred. Which is why he knew why you felt so bad after Iwa called you a terrible name in front of an audience. Which is why he knew who it was when you listed your amortentia scents.

He tried to send you a look from his seat across from you, classes later. He wanted to tell you that he knew; that he knew there was something more to what’s going on, and that something was Iwaizumi.

You just sent him a middle finger, knowing full well what he was getting at.

Your feelings didn’t just suddenly arrive. And you were full of confusion, disorientation, and most of all... anger.

For as long as you could remember, Hajime Iwaizumi was supposed to be your arch enemy. He was your nemesis on a daily basis. He was the reason for your annoyance. He was the reason for your hatred for the colors red and gold. He was the reason you became the quidditch captain. He was the reason for the breath leaving your lungs.

And he was the reason for the breath entering.

You were pissed. You were pissed that you had unrealized feelings for the man you were supposed to hate, have hated for years. You were pissed that your love had been in a game of chess, where the only outcome is to win or forfeit. You were pissed that the entire time you had spent a vast majority of your time hating, loathing, rolling your eyes at... the entire time you had a reserved space for hate, when it should have been quite the opposite.

The luck must have been exclusively for someone else, because it seemed as though whoever created you had decided to have a fun game.

You had punched Hajime Iwaizumi once.

It was something you thought of a lot, and it was the main reason Iwaizumi chose not to test you too closely to that day.

He was rolling his eyes at something Oikawa was saying when you walked by. You were heading to your quidditch practice, the captain not one for latecomers. And he caught sight of you. He quickly jumped from his spot and stopped you from passing.

“Out of the way, Hajime, I have practice.”

“Oh, right, because you’re on the quidditch team now.”

“I am, thank you very much.” It was the beginning of third year, and you were not only annoyed but you were also a Growing Person going through puberty. You did not have time to deal with a teenage boy pissing you off. “You forget that not everyone got on the team their first year of trying out.”

“Because we’re better than the entire Slytherin team.”

“Talk to me when you win a house cup.” You tried to push past him, but he stood directly in front of you in one step. “Move, or be moved.”

“What are you going to do? Punch me?”

So, you did. Your fist collided with his cheek before you could even register that it had happened. Oikawa gasped out loud, it quickly turning into a laugh.

“She punched you!” Oikawa laughed, grasping at his sides. “Ah man!”

While Iwaizumi touched his cheek to check that— ah yes, you really did punch him— you were already walking away to the practice field.

Iwaizumi missed you, if he were being fully and completely honest with himself.

He found himself searching for you in classes or in common areas, prepared for your snide remarks and bitter taunts. He found himself waiting for you to roll your eyes at his presence; looking for you to quip about the next quidditch game.

But when none of it came, he felt out of place.

He actually missed your annoyed banter. He missed you shoving your middle finger in his direction. He missed the redness on your cheeks when you would try to calm yourself down. He missed the silence that would escape you if he entered a room and you were anything other than angry.

He missed catching you smiling at someone and watching your face change. He missed the arguments in class. He missed the little comments during eating.

Confused, he pushed those feelings down as he watched you eat with some Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff that he had never talked to before.

It had been several weeks of silence from your end. You had thrown yourself back into quidditch before the break, happy to have a distraction from whatever the fuck you were feeling. You weren’t going home for the holidays, so you spent some time planning for the spring and classes.

You found yourself outside, sitting in the snow and writing a make up essay for Snape. You had found a nice spot under a roofed area, so nothing smudged your writing (or, you know, covered it completely).

“Oh.” A voice said from above you.

You looked up to find Iwaizumi, hands in pockets and staring at you as if you had never existed and he was discovering you for the first time.

“I wasn’t expecting to find anyone here.” He said.

“Yeah, obviously neither was I.” You started to put your things away.

“No... no comment?”

“Hm?”

“No... snarky comment? No you look terrible to me?”

You shook your head. Mainly because you didn’t have the energy. You were content, bored, and just overall exhausted. You had exhausted yourself in thinking of every possible outcome to your love for the man in front of you, none of which made any sense.

None of it made any sense.

It was as if one moment, you were standing on ground. And the next, you were swept away by a giant wave that you thought was only an earthquake. You hated love.

“Then, can I finally say what I have been meaning to?”

“No.” You finally got the last of your things into your bag.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why can’t you just hear me out?” He stood in front of you, hoping to stall your leaving. “I’ve been trying to tell you that I shouldn’t have called you a bitch, and I should have...”

“And I don’t want to hear it.”

You started to leave, but he jogged to jump in front of you again. Through the years, he had gained height compared to you. You weren’t necessarily kids anymore, you weren’t at eye level to just punch him in his cheek without reaching for it.

“God, you’re fucking annoying.” You shifted your bag on your shoulders. “You want me to call you a name so it can be even? You want me to tell you that everything is fine and we can go back to our constant fighting? What do you fucking want from me?”

“What do I want from you?” He asked, voice rising to match yours. “What do you want from me? I’ve been trying to get your attention for over a fucking month and you have given me every reason to just stop.”

“Then why don’t you!” You dropped your hands. “Why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Why?”

“Why what, Hajime?”

“Why?” Iwaizumi let out a small breath, the grey cloud leaving his lungs. “Why won’t you just let me talk to you for five minutes?”

“Because I don’t want to! Because I don’t want to hear you make up excuses. Because I cannot listen to your voice for too long.”

Before you could stop yourself, before you could recognize your own voice, before any thoughts arrived, you said, “Because for some fucked up god awful reason, I’m in love with you!”

Everything froze all at once. The oxygen left your lungs, the snow stopped falling, and everything became so unbearably silent.

You stared at him, regret drenching you in an instant as if the tides of the ocean had rose and fell in one single motion. You couldn’t breathe, your heart seized in your chest and against your ribs. You couldn’t bring yourself to look into his face, fearing to find yourself lost and never found.

He let out a single breath. And you held yours.

fin.

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clarissalance · 4 years ago

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A sneak peck on the corner of your lips

Pairing: Xingqiu x G/N!reader, Chongyun, mention of Xiangling and Liyue trio

Warning: a peck, hugging, reader and Xingqiu are the same age

Word count: 3943

Summary: You are going on a ghost-hunting trip with Chongyun and Xingqiu to Mingyun village.

A/N: Last time I said I’m going to write shorter fic, well, my fingers accidentally slip and tada, here it is. I feel like this Xingqiu is a little bit too shy compare to the game but I want to make him blush (or any character in general). This one takes me quite a long time to write but I hope you all enjoy it. Maybe I should write Venti next, I totally forgot his birthday until my feed was flooded with his fanart. I’m sorry Bartobas ;-; Anyhow, please shower Xingqiu with a lot of love!! He’s the reason why I can pass abyss floor 11.

Picture credit: Pinterest. ( I really don’t know the author of this picture. If you find the source, please comment so I can add. Thank you (❁´◡`❁) )

Hanging out with the Liyuen trio has always been an adventure full of thrill and excitement. Usually, there would be someone who ends up with all troubles and mischiefs the other two sets up. Chongyun is our center, holding a strike 10 times in a row, while Xiangling sometimes gets bombed by them, but it’s nothing compared to our popsicle boy. Xingqiu, you have never heard of him getting into any troubles, but he has been the famous one in the town for plotting pranks and tricks. The victim is Chongyun, and he’s somehow still very oblivious, despite many times falling into the holes.

Maybe the boy is just too naïve and trusting for his own good.

“ Xiangling is not coming today. ” Xingqiu announces, successful getting your attention and Chongyun’s. “She’s busy with the restaurant, so today, there will be only three of us.” Letting out a commital sound, you return your focus back onto the unfinished charm on your hand, fingers skillfully waving through the strings.

“ Guess we’re off to Mingyun then.” Chongyun stands up abruptly from his seat, the sound of clothes rustling together. “I got a reliable intel this time about a ghost there.”

Glance up from the unfinished charm, you shoot a questioning look to Xingqiu, to which he sends you a wink and a charming smile. The source of ‘reliable intel’ Chongyun is telling you here definitely comes from Xingqiu. Somehow, the boy has managed to stay away from the Chongyun’s suspicion list, even after those obvious unrealistic intel disguise as pranks. You wonder how has he manage to deceive the poor exorcist this time.

“Chongyun, there are only hilichurls in Mingyun village. No one is there.” You state the obvious. How can he fall for this so many times? The light blue hair boy turns at you and tilts his head in confusion, waiting for you to anticipate more details. He is really dense, isn’t he?

“ So, how did you get intel about a spirit at the place if there is no one lives there?” Letting out a huff, you fold your arm, feet tapping impatiently.

“ Someone sends me the request this morning.” He pulls out a white envelope in his pocket and hands it to you, smiling a bit enthusiastically. The envelope has no trace that indicates sender, yet the exorcist assures you it’s a reliable source. You have no idea what his standard of ‘reliable' is anymore.

Inside the envelope is an expensive-looking card, the curving and neat writing dances on the piece. Bringing the paper closer, you can faintly make out the scent of floral perfume mingles with the fresh wooden smell of crisp paper. “By the look, this looks more like a love letter than a request of exorcism to me. You’re sure it’s not from one of the maidens?” A little further away, you can hear the sound of someone choking on breath and a muffled laugh. Chongyun then mutters something about no one would send him a love letter anyway. Oh, so he doesn’t know then. Did this boy live under a rock or something?

This is too well-crafted for a mere prank. Did Xingqiu handwriting improve this much over the past month? Eyeing the blue boy suspiciously, you carefully watch his interaction with the young exorcist while reading the content.

This letter is pretty legit, but you’re still very suspicious of a certain someone over there who meticulously crafts this. If you ask, will he answer truthfully or skit around the subject again?

Putting the card back into the envelop and return them to Chongyun, you finally raise your hand in defeat. Coming with them might be a better solution, in case the exorcist condition gets out of control, you can help Xingqiu carry him back.

“Fine, let’s see the spirit ourselves then.” You stand up, hand dusting your clothes. “ If we’re lucky enough, we might be able to see the adepti on the mountain before catching the ghost.” Shrugging, you beam brightly at the shoulder-shaking Xingqiu and the scratching-head Chongyun. You can already guess what will happen in the village after so many times witnessing Xingqiu’s prank. Is this what we called… experiences?

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Mingyun village is located on a mountain and surrounded by many dried up ores mines, which result in people leaving their homes and moves to the Chasm and Harbor. As your group slowly trek to the written address, you notice an unusually high activity of hilichurls. It’s common for them to move to an abandoned village but isn’t this a little too much? From broken bridge connect the Guili Plain, there are many groups clustering, wandering among themselves. Even Chongyun tries to avoid them, not jumping on their head as usual.

Imagine fighting this many hilichurls, you don’t think your group can make it back to the harbour in one piece. Padding quietly, you walk faster toward Xingqiu, hoping to stick close to him. At least if fighting is bounded to happen, he can protect you. The young master still keeps his unfazed face, following Chongyun while eyes glued on his book. You remember he already finished reading this book?

“ Psstt.” You whisper. “ Are you sure we’re heading the right way? That direction is crowded with monsters.” From here, they can barely see the beast but you can sense an abundant amount over there.

“ It’s this way. It’s marked on the map.” Chongyun answers, eyestrain on a piece of paper, which results in his misstep and tripping. Behind, Xingqiu looks up and worriedly calls out to be careful. You trust Chongyun map-reading skill, but right now, you’re very concerned about his navigation. How can he navigating if he does not even look at the road?

As the scorching sun blazing down the heat, big droplets of sweat dripping down your forehead, and your shirt starts to stick on your skin. Ah, you forgot summer has arrived. The path is sun-drenched, not a single shade can be found. The sweltering heat in this village is almost unbearable, despite the area is borderline with Dragonspine. How can not a single breeze from Dragonspine drift to this area?

As you lazily following the group, your mind starts going into vacation mode. You imagine staying under the shade, enjoy the cool breeze and munching ice cream. The village is quite close to Yaoguang Shoal, maybe you can convince the guys to head down there after they finish their task. In this weather, dipping your feet in the cold water while enjoying popsicles are the best. Stealing some from Chongyun might not be that bad.

Next to you, the Chongyun and Xingqiu are not affected as much as you, maybe because they carry visions? You wonder how their visions help them to cool down?

“ Xingqiu.” You call, hand fanning your face. The boy looks up from his book, humming, unfazed by the boiling weather. Is he not feeling hot at all? Under all of those long sleeve shirt?

“Can we hold hand?”

As soon as the question leaves your mouth, some things don’t feel right. Did you phrase it, a little bit weird?

The cerulean-haired boy chokes on his saliva, eyes widen in surprise, almost drop his precious rare novel. You think you definitely phrase it wrong.

“ Are you okay?” Chongyun turns back abruptly after noticing the coughing sound, his blue eyes filled with worries.

Xingqiu shakes his head and waves his hand, motioning the exorcist to turns back to his map. After a few second of heaving, he finally returns back to normal, shooting you stinky eyes and put his book away. It’s not your fault that he chokes on his own saliva. He chokes it by himself.

“Why would you want… to hold my hand?” Xingqiu questions, cringing at his cracking voice.

“Don’t you feel hot under this weather?” You point your finger at the sky, bright rays hitting your face. Xingqiu nods in confusion, still not understand how your request related to this question.

“If we hold hand, maybe you can share with me some of your coolness.”

Xingqiu stares owlishly at you, and you elaborate more on how the pyro transfers heat through physical touch, and maybe, hydro has a similar mechanism.

As you explain, you notice how his shoulders shaking, while his face remains perfectly calm, except for the betraying light curve on his mouth. Is he trying to contain his smile?

Finally, Xingqiu folds in half and blurts out in laughter, tears forming at the corner of his eyes. In between his howling, the boy breathlessly explains how you misunderstand the elements and visions aren't used for this situation.

Potato, potato, you don’t believe the mischievous vision-holder over there has never tried using his vision for different purposes other than fighting.

Your face burns up, you’re not sure if it’s because of the burning sun, or the embarrassment caused by the hydro user over there. Pouting, you turn away from him, stomping toward Chongyun direction instead.

Hmph, if Xingqiu isn’t going to help you to cool down, then you’d have to ask the exorcist. Somehow, you already know the man is going to hesitate because it might disturb his congenital condition. Well, you’re just going to bribe him with two or three popsicles when you are coming back to the harbour. Nothing a little money can’t fix. And maybe a lot of persuasions too.

As soon as you make your mind, you rush toward Chongyun, calling out for the cryo user. The exorcist is a distance away from you both, and he doesn’t turn back even when you call out for him. Does this mean he didn’t hear the conversation between you and Xingqiu?

Casually skipping toward Chongyun, you call for him again-

“Chongyun, can I... ” before, suddenly hands from behind wrap around your neck, pull you into a wall of meat. You wince at the hard collision with the chest, sensation of callous fingers on your shoulder bring your longing desired: Coolness. Surprised by the sudden touch, you shoot your eyes wide open and crane your neck behind, immediately meet with a sly amber orb.

What is he doing?

Followed by your call, Chongyun curiously turns back and his gentle light blue eyes unwavering. He doesn’t seem to be surprised at this scene.

Does Xingqiu always this touchy?

The young exorcist raises his brows at you but behind, Xingqiu waves his hand dismissive, successfully driving the young boy away, even before you can form your word.

You see the exorcist shrugs and turns his attention back on the piece of paper, heading deeper into the abandoned village, distance between the cryo users and you two starts to grow.

You gawk shockingly into his small figure starts to get smaller, mouth gapes open slightly.

Did Chongyun just leave you behind? What kind of cold-heart friend is he? He definitely saw you are being held back by Xingqiu, right?

Behind, you hear Xingqiu mumbles something about Chongyun being ‘unbelievable’, ‘workaholic’ and ‘careless friend’. Shouldn’t you be the one who says that?

All of a sudden, you realize your back touching his chest, his hands wrap around you from behind. From here, you can smell the faint vanilla and a mix of woody, musk scent.

He reminds you of old books, the feeling of immersing yourself in a dusty library.

Blood rushing to your face, and the first thing that comes to your mind is to escape from his hold. The hydro user somehow able to read your mind, his grip tightens, holding you close.

In an intimate position, with you both fall in silence, your senses suddenly heighten. Even separated by layers of clothes, you can still feel the heat from Xingqiu. The rapid beat of your heart thumping in your rib cage, the coolness from his palm seeping slowly into your skin.

Somehow his touch doesn’t cool you but heating you up more, your body slowly burns up like a furnace. “ C-can you let me go ?” You stutter, squirming helplessly inside the young hydro user, avoiding his teasing gaze.

“ You asked me to touch you, so I comply with my liege's request.”

“ I didn't ask you to touch me.” You quip back at the shameless hydro user, body twisting weakly inside his hold, the sound of clothes rustling. How come you both learn martial arts, yet your strength is nothing compared to him?

“ This is not holding a hand.” You point out at his long arms wrap just under your neck, sulky. “ And stop hugging me. It’s burning in here.”

Xingqiu gives you a grin, amber orbs shoot you a questioning gaze. Well, it’s not true. His long-sleeved are rolled up, exposing the long slender arms, now is pressing on the thin layer of fabric, resonating with coolness. It feels like hydro is running under the vein of his arm. His fingers wrap on your shoulder, constantly transferring the calming sensation of flowing water.

“Isn’t this position more efficient than holding hand?” The hydro lazily rests his face on your shoulder, smirking devilishly. You have to admit this is much cooler than holding a hand, but this is too intimate. Flustered by his alluring gaze, you turn your head away, feet start moving toward the exorcist direction.

“W-we sh-ould catching up with Chongyun, he’s quite far away.” Stammering like a mess, you point your finger at the general direction where the exorcist was heading, the image of a light blue boy is getting smaller, slowly mending into the heat under the scorching furnace resting on your head. A chuckle is followed, but Xingqiu doesn’t say anything else, hands still wrap loosely around you, trailing steps after you.

You are too naïve to think that walking fast will break his hold. The young master of Feiyun Commerce Guild has proved your effort is futile. He effortlessly adjusts to your pace even when you purposefully try to quicken your step or stop abruptly. He doesn’t faze by your antic, instead, leaning close to your ear and blow hot air into your ears teasingly, knowing well how flustered you are.

From here, you can see Chongyun still having his eyes glued on the piece of paper, still not noticing his companions drift far behind him. Indeed he is careless, maybe you two should keep a close distance to protect him.

“ Are you getting cooler?” Xingqiu suddenly leans close, his face just a few inches away from yours.

You hold your breath in silence, heart almost drops at his close proximation. Can he not scare you like that? “ It's getting cooler.” As much as you tempted to elbow the hydro user away, you know how hot it will be without having his arms wrap around you, so you easily give in.

The two of you keep a decent pace while the boy wraps his hand around you, clinging like a koala. Look around, you realize this place is mostly dry trees somehow manage to root in the barren soil, broken wagons and holed baskets lying around in this place. Luckily, this area has much fewer hilichurls compares to the entrance of the village. Look like they’re also trying to find a shade in this weather. This place is closed to Dragonspine, and you still have no idea how the land doesn’t receive a single cool breeze from the frosted city.

“Why did you pull me back earlier?” Hesitantly, you ask him.

Xingqiu let out a confusing sound, not registering your question. Should you elaborate some more?

“When I was calling out to Chongyun.” You quickly add, trying to keep your voice steady and casual.

“ Oh, that.” He hums, his arms tighten around you. Why did he even hold you closer than before? You didn’t try to pry off his hug, why all of a sudden?

“ Because… you were… about to ask Chongyun to h-hold your hand right?” Freeze at his words, you twist your neck, curious at the face he is making right now. It’s rare for him to sound this uncertain about something. As a second son of the Guild Manager of one of the biggest trading guild in Liyue, the young man has been trained to speak with perfection. Every word coming from this young man is carefully formulated and spoken with utmost confidence.

As you face him, the young man furrows his brows, amber eyes fill with hesitant and worried. Why is he acting like this? A sudden wave of guilt washing your stomach, uneasiness slowly sinks deep into your skin.

You… are not supposed to call out for Chongyun?

“ B-but you laugh at me when I explain about the coolness exchange?” Tilting your head in confusion, you can’t help to not follow the hydro user thoughts. He refused you first, wasn't he? It should be normal for you to find Chongyun instead. The exorcist will probably agree to anything as long as he can help. “Wouldn’t it make more sense if I go to find Chongyun instead?”

“And holding hand with Chongyun? Archon, no!” Your skin jumps as Xingqiu raises his voice, and you have no idea what tickles him. Why fuzzing over something so trivial like this?

“ We always hold hands. There’s nothing wrong with it.” You can’t help to shoot back. “ You also hold his hand too.”

“N-no, our holding hand is different.” He can weakly defend, trying to rack his brain out to think of a time when they hold hands. He gives up soon afterwards. “Besides, you shouldn’t be holding hands with anyone.”

“ For your information, this is much more scandalous than holding hand.” You meekly point out, finger poking on his arm bares smooth skin. Twist back, you lean in closer, eyes crinkle into the shape of crescent moons. “And what’s wrong with us kids holding hand?”

Xingqiu can’t help but let out a defeated sigh, face drops down your shoulder and sulky buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hot breaths tickle the sensitive skin, cerulean locks brushing your cheek. Under his breath, you can barely make out his muffle word, saying something about don’t understand.

You slowly trek toward Chongyun’s direction, humming along with familiar tunes. Sudden changes from Chongyun and Xingqiu have no longer made you felt lonely or sadden. Boys at this age are unusual. They aren’t being closed with you as before, no longer inching close to you or hugging you from behind. They are more cautious when being close with you, more mindful when your fingers accidentally graze their.

If you ask them directly, will they answer you why they're acting like a married woman, always jumping every time you innate skinship?

You have a feeling they probably won't answer that.

“ /N… Y/N! ”

Abruptly, you raise your head, forehead almost hitting with Xingqiu’s. Your face is a breath away from his, so close that you can see his long lashes fluttering like a butterfly, shying away from the captivating eyes. His porcelain skin is smooth and flawless, a sudden urge tells you to caress it. A blush slowly creeping up his cheek, and finally, the hydro user shies away, staring at the road.

Xingqiu clears his throat. “ I was talking to you. You were spacing out again?” You can only offer him a sheepish smile.

“ S-sorry, I was thinking about something.”

Xingqiu looks up and stares at your face intently like he is trying to make his way into your maze-like mind. You shift away from his fierce gaze, but the hydro user is faster. His fingers easily catch your face, your cheeks fit perfectly into his cool smooth palm. Xingqiu lets out an amusing chuckle, fingers squishing your cheek playfully like a stress-reliever.

You feel like he has you wrapped around his little finger, literally.

“I don’t know what you were thinking, but whatever it is, it’s incorrect.” Despite the mean fingers toying your cheek, his voice is awfully soft and reassuring. Is he trying to comfort you? Carefully, you gloss your eyes over to his direction, observing the mischievous feature on his face slowly melts into a soft and mellow.

Before you can enjoy the rare gentle side of his, the amber eyes slowly gleam with playfulness, and he leans closer, only stops when your face is just a breath away. His hot breath fanning on your cheek, tickling. He is so close to you, so close that if you tilt your head, our lips will meet.

“ A moment ago, I said that you shouldn’t let any male hold your hand right?” His voice drops low, golden orb flickers like a torch. What is he planning again? You carefully nod.

He isn’t going to… bite you right?

“ You see, holding hand...” The young man chuckles slyly, the arm was wrapped around your neck makes the way down and nudges into your hand, fingers interlocking. " can easily drifting to this." You turn back fully to face him, the other hand still glazes your cheek.

“ They can easily slip their arm around you into a hug…” Slowly, the coolness in your palm slips away and snakes around your shoulder. “Then, they can…” Xingqiu’s grip on your cheek slowly relaxes, fingers slowly inch down on your neck.

Take a big gulp of saliva, you can only widen your eyes, nervously follow at the tracing fingers of his. His long digits don’t stop after wandering around your neck, they slowly creep up, follow your jaw, and then cup on your cheek. The cooling sensation you craved a moment ago now feels like frost nipping on your skin. Heart thumping loudly in the rib cage, you unconsciously hold your breath, waiting for his next move.

In the comfortable silence, his thump delicately brushes your cheek, caressing the sensitive skin. You notice his touch is loving and delicate, it makes you want to snuggle your face into his palm, enjoying this lasting moment.

“…then what?” You open your mouth impatiently, voice light and mushy.

A light pinkish blush quickly dusts on his cheek, you feel the man in front of you tenses up, but he remains his eye contact with you, refuses to avoid your gaze. His lips quiver but nothing coming out. Is he… hesitating? Finally, you hear him mumbles something quietly.

…you

“ What ?” You cock your brows and inch closer, eyes training on his plump lip. They remain still.

Feeling an intense gaze on your head, you feel a light squeeze on your cheek so you curiously tilt your chin up, just to see Xingqiu leans down and presses a light peck at the corner of your mouth.

His plump lips brush yours like a feather, almost non-touching. It’s soft and plush, but the moment only lasts for a few second. Abruptly, the coolness on your cheek leaves hastily, follows by his sleeveless arm around your shoulder.

As soon as you realize what just happened, the young master of Feiyun Commerce Guild has already dashed away, leaving a burning tomato behind. You shyly lower your head, face heats up profusely. Fingers slowly draw up to your lip, you recall the feeling of his lip touching yours.

You feel like you can combust right here and right now.

Unknownst to you, if you look in his direction, you might have spotted a pair of red ears and his inelegant falling on his butt.

#xingqiu #genshin xingqiu #genshin impact #xingqiu x reader #chongyun #xiangling #kiss #clarissalance #a peck #fluff #friend to lovers #best friend to lovers #genshin impact x reader

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bonnymori · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word count: 1200+

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Megumi x gn!Reader (2) Classic training but no fighting scene I apologise (3) A... dirty humor joke? (4) Idiot in love cough cough (5) Laidback romance, this may become a pattern on my fanfiction :3

A/N: Hello, I introduce myself as Hara! This is my very first written piece! I would like to apologise for any typos, english is not my first language; that being said, I hope this works out alright! :)

It's around mid afternoon, the sky painted in a vibrant blue with multiple clouds scattered around, Fushiguro recalls having started training right after lunch; he politely declined Maki's suggestion of training together, it wasn't about strength or fighting hand to hand today, the struggle was his shikigami. Lately, he's been having problems over teamwork - before, he thought such a thing was impossible, since all of the shikigami were under one will alone, being his. Yet the amount of times the divine dogs have bumped into eachothers, sometimes Nue would simply skip past the target, not paying attention to it at all.

Or perhaps, he himself was to blame. Fushiguro likes thinking about you, more than he'd admit, but now it's starting to distract for real. That's what he need, to think of you- I mean, concentration! And maybe, new group attacks, that would do nicely, too.

He's been beating a tedious dummy for a hour and half now, maybe more. After managing to make up a combo or two, he sits down on the grass, just to breathe for a moment. Breathing is nice, he observes as the divine dogs go slack like their owner, now playing around with one another rather than chewing the dummies stuffing. His black and white snake is watching the banter between the canine shikigamis, tongue coming in and out just like a real snake. Nue settles upon the dummies ragged body, eyes closed- peacefully enjoying sunbathing. Fushiguro had no idea they were so lively until now, now he knew why people constantly asked if they could pet his shikigami.

He glances down at the frog supporting his arm, it's like they enjoy just laying on grass, just breathing like him.

"How many buddies out! Are you training today, Fushiguro?"

At the sound of your voice, you bet his lips casually turn upwars in a casual yet small smile. Kugisaki saw it from distance once, says she it's almost a robotic response.

"Yes, I'm training their cooperation." Fushiguro replies, swiftly getting up. He notices the frog from earlier making a beeline to you, as if to say hello.

So you crouch down and pets it briefly, smiling at the small creature.

"That ought to be hard, specially with a innefective dummy." You approach its remains, chuckling at all the stuffing and cloth scattered around. "Make me your target instead!"

Say what?

"I uh, come again?"

"I'll do the running and dodging, it's much practical this way!"

He has trouble accepting that, even if it's true. You mean more than an ally on his heart, and besides, that's some Itadori-level-recklessy. So he groans, slightly irritated and obviously, worried for your safety. "You'll get hurt."

"Don't we get hurt everyday? Even if there is an accident, I know you'll call them out and help me quickly, you notice things fast."

He does, Fushiguro would help you in a heartbeat- probably faster.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, lash out on me!"

Putting 'lash' and 'me' in the same phrase got heat rising on his ears, but he complied nonetheless. "Just letting you know, I'll stand here and the shikigami attacks."

You protest. "Wouldn't it be better if you fought among them?"

"For today, I'd like to focus on their compatibility only."

"Oh, got it! Next time we can work on the latter option then!" Next time. He wants there to be a next time.

Even though you're the one troubling his mind in battles, he's head over heels. He remembers when it all started, your relationship is basically pools worth of quality time. You came along with Itadori, tangled into the mess back in Sendai. Strangely, Fushiguro clicked with you even faster than Itadori- your collected personality was a great factor, even though you are just as cheerful as the cherry boy.

"You're spacing out, what's up?"

Fushiguro's gaze snapped up to meet yours, realizing his mistake. "Ah, nothing, let's start." His hands folded as your guard rose, so it begun. If you noticed his lame excuse, you didn't comment about it.

The ravenette was pleasantly relieved how easily you could deceive and dodge his attacks, his shikigami may leave a tear or two on your clothes, that he didn't have to worry about, because they're easily fixable. Naturally, the toughest for you to dodge was mostly his snake, sometimes Nue would surprise you from above, nothing you couldn't handle. He started intensing up using the combined attacks, and immediately noticed your faltering steps, earning a bruise on your calf. Although neither he or you stopped, adrenaline rushing through veins nonstop.

You somehow finished training with a bite mark over your forehead, not deep enough to be worth worry. The instant your bodies came to slack, his shikigami ran to you like little children lost in a supermarket. At this point, it was pratically multitasking, to pet both demon dogs while trying not to run out of breath having Orochi wrapped around your midsection. Megumi flushed over the affectionate antics, knowing they were a manifestation of feelings within himself.

Now, you and Fushiguro are spawled on the training field, neither showered, coated with sweat sticking to your clothes, but it didn't matter much.

"I never realized, just how many cursed energy do you have? It's surprising how many shikigami you kept our for this long time." Fushiguro heard you shifting to sit up, and followed you up.

"A bunch." It was not a creative nor informative answer, but you took it in with a smile on your face anyway.

He watched you get up to fetch a drink, careful to not trip over the shikigami also scattered around -- Fushiguro always 'forgot' to put them away next to you.

You handed him a strawberry yogurt box, the same drink also sat in your hands. "Well then, why are you spacing out so much these days? You can be honest with me."

'She's oblivious enough, I'm in need of advice, it's convenient.' So he thought, figuring if he disguised it enough, you wouldn't be able to tell. It's not a big deal if you did, though, saves time actually.

"Something's on my mind, and it troubles me during fights."

"Simple, you can just come in terms with it."

He glanced down, "Why?"

"The sooner the better, when you accept something, it comes at ease on your mind. I'm a hundred percent sure it works!" You gave him a thumbsup, slurping on the pink drink.

"Such faithful source."

"I'm sure it does! The thought keeps coming back because you're denying it, am I wrong?"

Not really, no. Fushiguro wants to keep it as friendship for the sake of your both careers within the jujutsu world; he knows it's dangerous, yet a part of him just wants to say 'fuck it', like if he had the guts to. The ravenette thinks it's a way too much generic way to describe what he feels, but it's the easiest, so he goes with it anyway. The back of his brain fears rejection, part of the reason why he hasn't made a move yet.

"I'll try it out."

"Good!" And you're always supportive no matter what, to the point it charms him more and more everyday.

For now, he's okay keeping it platonic. But, when the day after tomorrow comes, he just might confess.

#fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi+fluff #megumi x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you

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marimopeace · 4 years ago

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there's a limit on how much you can be an isekai intellectual...

a bunch of analyses have been popping up before me all day so i wanted to throw my hat into the ring. all love to ppl who are exercising their creative minds + ppl like geoff here who just talk about these things because of fan interest but i feel like there reaches a point where exploring the "types" of isekai is pointless? i've seen ppl list out the different types of villainess revenge isekai or fantasy mmorpg isekai but eh why fit them all into separate boxes like that?

i think it's easier to think of isekai as a "type" (genre) of itself with only two categories: 1) a focus on isekai (lit. another world) 2) tensei (lit. to be reborn). this allows for a variety of applications and thus tropes that ppl see so many trends of!

with isekai - in another world

you see everything from:

pure fantasy (inuyasha, digimon wait maybe not the best example but in my childhood mind i count digimon as pure fantasy, fushigi yugi)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (.hack//legend of twilight, sao ugh, log horizon, overlord (LOVE OVERLORD!)

otome game-esque worlds >>> this is where it gets complicated with "villainess routes" since i admit there are multiple villainess tropes but this is why it's nice to not think of this as a "sub-type/genre" bc it frees you from those complications! (the saint's magic power is omnipotent, the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap soso cute!, the savior's book cafe in another world, i'm a villainous daughter so i'm going to keep the last boss wait i can't remember if she's reborn in this one lmaooo see this is why rules make everything hard)

with tensei storylines - being reincarnated/reborn in another world as *insert character/role*

you see...

the same tropes!!

pure fantasy (a returner's magic should be special, reminiscence adonis, the lady and the beast, light and shadow, i can't think of a manga off the top of my head for this ah)

mmorpg inspired fantasy/adventure (so i'm a spider so what i stan kumoko so hard, her majesty's swarm, can't name another off the top of my head ah i hate lists shorter than two things...)

self-insert based games/novels (fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess, who made me a princess, death is the only ending for the villainess, the villainess wants to marry a commoner, honestly games vs novels are different applications but i'm not in the headspace to try to remember a bunch of both lol)

*insert line break to give random ppl a break from scrolling but tl; dr just enjoy things for what they are no need to micro analyze*

similar variations occur in both genres (if ppl want to be super technical i guess i'm arguing that isekai itself is a massive genre that has the "another world" subgenre and "reincarnation" subgenre tl; dr) so i think it's honestly a huge pain to try to separate all these trends into so many different types of stories. for me personally it's easier to not get overwhelmed by this gigantic umbrella of "isekai" that spans light novels, manhwa, manga, and mobile games by just stripping each story down into its trademark tropes (aka character archetypes, story structures) and slapping "oh this is a person going to a world that's not ours" and "this person gets reborn as blank in another world". none of this "omg this power fantasy is such a this kind of isekai moment" or "there are 14 different types of villainess revenge stories and this series fits into this" bc AH labels! limitations! circle-jerks via ppl trying to compartmentalize everything and sound smart for leaving a comment on story analysis instead of ooh-ahhing over a character's face! dividing things into light novel manga vs manga vs korean manhwa ft. female characters!

the last bit is mainly why i feel frustrated by ppl's insistence to group everything?

the video linked at the beginning of the post (honestly good video essay, i enjoyed it, i just kept thinking in my head the whole time "marimo these are tropes do not take the genre talk literally") has a baby comment thread talking about "korean isekai manhwas" as a genre featuring nothing but reincarnated villainess' and i can't.

like i cannot acknowledge that as a genre of any sort. the energy i felt reading through some of those insights takes me back to 2012 when all yt americans discovered k-pop and deemed all korean music k-pop from then on! (ppl still do this now, yes you are seen and don't talk to me pls i don't like you. k-pop is korean pop music and nothing less and nothing more. take a few seconds and try to parse apart aspects of korean culture instead of slamming everything into a monolithic label that has the letter k and a hyphen.) it feels so odd to see a bunch of young ppl on ig and tiktok acknowledge korean media that happens to be in the form of a webtoon as "oh stories all about young girls becoming villains in stories they made/played" bc it feels so reductive u.u

(positionality disclaimer that i'm praying isn't actually necessary: i am a 3rd-generation korean of japanese descent do not fite me i am exhausted irl of ppl asking for validation/verification bc massive shove off.)

breaking news! korean manhwa...is just as multifaceted as japanese manga...bc how can comics as an art-form not have multiple genres...huh such a shocker?!?! same likely applies to media in other parts of the world like chinese manhwa and french comics--not my place to explain either of those i just know those industries exist bc of wakfu and donghua shows by Tencent.

at the end of the day it's not like analyzing any kind of isekai is wrong--absolutely not!! i think it can be super fun to think about how isekai elements complicate a story (MCs trying to go back home, ppl from the og world, reincarnation plot-twists) or maybe even bash a series for including some kind of other world element when they could have just written a super fun fantasy.

insert marimo's brief ramble that hey you can get sick of truck-kun's hitting disillusioned guys who happen to be super duper smart or girls who happen to be master chefs/craftsmen but transporting a fully-grown being into a fantasy setting is the ultimate cheat code for making mundane modern technology seem cool and overpowered, and being reincarnated as a fully grown person in a world with a pre-made story/game set-up completely bypasses the need for an author to slowly flesh out world-building in a natural progression so isekai is actually a really smart writing tool it's just that there are some series where the author didn't use it well at all and it's cheesy or clearly isekai was misused as a vehicle for character/story development and it was pointless *DEEP BREATH OUT*

in this essay i will argue...lol i am such a culture studies major!! if i were an english major i would be talking all about writing but here i am having a side-tangent about world-building via someone being reborn wow i love this for me (don't get me started on when an author has someone reincarnate as a baby and the story is mostly them having warm fluffy moments with their family--typically father figures--and getting lots of powers i could and would and probably will rant about east asian toxicity)

but anyway am i crazy????? like yes for being passionate about the technical use of a word like genre (i am a scorpio rising let me be fussy pls) but i don't think it's a lot to ask for ppl to not unironically see "villainess revenge isekai" as the definition of korean manhwa.

idk as someone who resonates with why japanese isekai is so popular domestically + why a lot of korean manhwa feat. the same tropes (it's not for great reasons lads it's actually depressing tbh) i'm just starting to feel kind of pained by the generalization and need to separate "cute japanese girl in an otome game"/"japanese boy finds a harem in another world" from "korean girl dies and comes back as a villainess" bc they are just! applications to the same story device!!

recommendations for any who makes it this far down below <3

// also gladly recommend any of the examples i've listed in the above rant as i've read/watched all of them and adore them v much! //

save me princess

super refreshing fantasy manhwa ft. a princess and her ex-boyfriend having to save the world!

the beginning after the end

an AMERICAN web novel turned into a comic (but see it being not korean/japanese doesn't really matter when you just consider isekai as a genre...isn't it nice to not overthink it?) ft. a super-powerful wizard king reincarnated into another world and starting from scratch--gives mushoku tensei vibes but huge twists!

the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion

love love LOVE this story--read the title and you'll learn how this girl reincarnated as the character raeliana in a book gets married to a duke!

trash of the count's family

such a good novel!! a guy gets reborn as a lazy oaf and he takes the hero of the story under his wing...plot twists come up later on!

this time i will definitely be happy!

v good and refreshing for a shorter series! she's been reborn 3 times and remembers every time the hero's stabbed her in the back, and now she just wants to break up with him!

silver diamond

older manga but v good adventure w intrigue! a boy who loves plants get sucked into a desert world with demonic lizards and a mysterious bodyguard by his side. shonen-ai not BL but wonderful vibes nonetheless + great side characters!

the princess imprints a traitor

adore everything in this from the world (not in that way this society makes me so angry) to the machinations at play and the dynamic between the fl and ml

#isekai #mother's basement #inuyasha #digimon #fushigi yugi #.hack//legend of the twilight #log horizon #overlord #the saint's magic power is omnipotent #the white cat's revenge as plotted from the dragon king's lap #a returner's magic should be special #adonis #the lady and the beast #light and shadow #kumo desu ga nani ka #her majesty's swarm #fiance's observation log of a self-proclaimed villainess #death is the only ending for a villainess #the villainess wants to marry a commoner #save me princess #the beginning after the end #the reason why raeliana ended up at the duke's mansion #trash of the count's family #this time i will definitely be happy!#silver diamond #see i normally put the raw titles for everything but the tiny korean/japanese part of my brain is so tired bc my english brain went off #the princess imprints a traitor #manga #manhwa #donghua

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wing-ed-thing · 4 years ago

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Group Project (Shino x Reader x Kisame x Temari)

Request:

Word Count: 2,282

Tags/Warnings: Language, Alcohol Mention, Gender Neutral Reader @brokennerdalert @narahanabi

Notes: I have never written for Temari before. I think I got her spot on tho. This was actually too fun to write. Enjoy, y’all.

The only time that worked for everyone was 10 o’clock. Which, by the way, sucked ass. At least, that was what Kisame said in the groupchat just ten minutes before you dragged yourself out of your dorm and into the rain. You trudged through the puddles, holding your jacket closed over your body to protect your backpack-encased laptop. Shino had a night lab. The earlier he finished his work the earlier he could leave. Temari had been insistent about that. She had some sort of circle and you remembered Kisame asking her why she couldn’t just skip for the week only to be met with a passive aggressive response. And Kisame himself had hockey practice. Even the sports houses were off campus, only impeding your scheduling efforts.

When you got to the longue, Temari had already set up all of her belongings. She sat herself in a cluster of four shallow armchairs and spread out a flurry of papers on the long coffee table. With the packed schedule that she threw into the chat, you wondered how she got there so quickly. Temari looked up at you with one long, slender brow raised.

“Oh good, at least you’re here.” Unsure, really, of what to make of her backhanded compliment, you sat down in the chair across from her and wordlessly unpacked your laptop.

You never liked general classes. At the end of the day, you worked on a few big, group projects, ultimately learned nothing, and your grade depended on the work ethic of others. You glanced over at Temari. She likely didn’t even have the same major as you. Granted, that was probably the point of the class, but nonetheless, it weighed on your already drooping eyes knowing that you’d have to pour so many late night hours into a project that would amount to nothing.

You pulled up your school account and sifted through your notifications.

“I signed us up for a research question. I thought that censorship in the classroom was an easy and relevant one. I don’t know about you, but I’m not about to get into the intricacies of drones at this time of day.” You couldn’t help but nod. Temari sure pounced on top of things quickly and for that, you were thankful to have received an easy prompt.

“Sounds great,” you mused and the heavy door from the outside to the longue slammed shut. You glanced over your shoulder to find Kisame, still in athletic clothes grinning as he approached.

“Well this is bullshit, isn’t it?” Those were the first words to come out of his mouth and you could practically hear Temari groan in exasperation. Kisame plopped down in the armchair beside you, offering you a wink as he did. “What kinda professor assigns a project on Tuesday only for it to be due Thursday? Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

You averted your eyes back to your screen, pretending to sort through your notifications. You hummed in response, too easily flustered and too tired to process. Temari’s fingers flexed over her own keyboard.

“It’s the beginning of the semester. It’s to test out organizational skills and teamwork,” she managed through half-gritted teeth. You looked between your two teammates, wondering what exactly happened between them that made them so hostile to each other. You made a mental note to not get in the way of whatever that was. Kisame scoffed, sitting back in the arm chair and reaching for his own computer.

“I don’t really care what it is and why it is. What I care about is that I’m wasting my Wednesday night…”

“Ah, yes, Wednesday night,” Temari repeated mockingly, “Because I know that I like getting plastered in the middle of the week.” Kisame leaned towards you on his left arm cushion.

“Soy Sauce over there is just sore that her brother picked a fight with one of my boys and lost. Sasori’s a short guy too, you should link with us sometime.” You heard Temari scoff.

“Yeah, like Kankuro would lose to any of the thugs you hang around—”

“Who are you calling a thug?” Temari met Kisame’s pointed glare. Even so, he sank farther into his seat, lifting one ankle to rest on his knee. “Though, I think it says something that you knew exactly what I was talking about—” He punctuated every word with a smug swing of his head before Shino walked in.

“Nice to see that things are lively in here.” He made his way across the lounge before plopping down next to Temari. A white piece of cloth hung out from his backpack, something that Temari didn’t miss as Shino prepared his materials.

“That’s a hazard.” She bit the inside of her lip.

“Don’t listen to her. She’s been grumpy since before you came here,” Kisame quickly explained, much to Temari’s disdain.

Looking across from you, you almost wished that you had just been paired up with Shino. You didn’t know him that well, but he seemed smart, capable and overall, quiet. Temari had drive, but her approach felt intense. Meanwhile, Kisame seemed like he couldn’t care less about the project. Or perhaps, it was more that he couldn’t care less about Temari.

“So the paper,” you began out of sheer nervousness. “And the presentation…” The three sets of eyes turned to you. You glanced at the clock. You had already wasted more than a half hour.

“Let’s be real here, a five page research paper is nothing,” Temari said, also crossing her legs. “It’s the presentation that we should worry about.” Kisame let out a breath.

“Well, here I was about to say the opposite.” He turned his neck to the side and you heard a few audible cracks. “What about we split it up if the paper is so easy for you?”

“I’m not just doing the paper by myself. Besides, I’d need to find sources and by the time I’ve found sources and written everything up, I’ll have done most of the work.” Temari wrinkled her nose at your partner next to you. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what you were banking on.”

“Here.” Shino’s low voice broke through the room. With one exaggerated click on his keyboard he looked up at the three of you. “I just put a list of sources in the shared doc. There’s ten of them which should be more than enough. I pulled a few articles and a few academic papers which should meet the criteria from the rubric.”

Temari blinked down at her computer, furiously switching tabs. Her lips formed a round ‘o’ shape.

“Nice work, Shino,” you praised only to receive a shy nod. “I think if we take an anti-censorship stance, it’ll make out work easier given the time that we have to finish. Maybe Temari, you can start the paper and I can start the slides.”

“I can help you with that,” Kisame offered and you typed his email into the share box.

“I’ll help Temari with the paper,” Shino said with another nod.

“Start with the counterarguments. I’ll work from the top, you work from the bottom.” Temari gestured widely to Shino’s screen and you let out a relieved sigh. Maybe you’ll be able to get all of this done after all.

Time flew during the late hours of the night. You didn’t know what it was about the nighttime that made time feel quicker than usual. Soon enough, the clock struck one. Temari plucked ferociously at her laptop and it surprised you that Kisame hadn’t asked her what she was punishing her keyboard for. Shino, on the other hand, liked to stand. About an hour ago, he had stood up from his seat, and with one foot on the low level of the coffee table, kept at writing his part of the paper. Temari and Shino didn’t speak much. Rather, their side of the table mostly sounded of clicking.

Meanwhile, you and Kisame were having a great time. He made you laugh much to Temari’s annoyance, but knowing that you were getting your parts done, she didn’t comment. Despite his outward physique, Kisame had a sense of style when it came to design and organization. You flew through fonts and images quickly and by the time you had cleared the first few slides, even you were impressed by how professional it looked. The clock read two o’clock.

“This was your conclusion, right?” You turned your screen in your hands to face Temari. She squinted over and her eyes lit up.

“Actually, that’s a way better wording. Imma just steal that…” She clicked some more. “That’s some great work.”

“It was actually all Kisame.” And to your surprise, he didn’t gloat. Instead, he remained eerily focused. Temari glanced at him before glancing away.

“Like I said, great work…” she muttered.

“We’re almost done with the slides,” you announced, “Do you guys need help with the paper?” Shino shook his head. You found that he preferred non-verbal answers.

“We’re wrapping up over here, too,” Temari answered.

“Good, because I’m fuckin’ starving.”

And with the one mention of food, you all looked up at each other.

***

There was only one place open this late at night and it was one block away from campus. Fast Food, of course, but no one in your group complained. The dining halls were closed and most of you didn’t keep your rolling pantries stocked with anything worth eating at two in the morning, so you packed up your things.

It felt odd walking down the road with this group of people. You chattered amongst yourselves about anything other than your assignment.

“Me? I’m a biology major. I want to study beetles but I have to get my undergrad before I can do anything really specific.” By far, Shino had to be the most interesting of you all. You made your way off of campus, the restaurant in your sight. And as the walk continued, so did your conversation.

“I’ve wanted to try the new place that they opened up by admissions but they’re always closed when I try to go.” Temari pouted and you crossed the street together. You wondered if spending four straight hours having to communicate with any three people could make talking to them this easy.

“Marine biology?” You stared up at Kisame. “I don’t think I would have guessed.” He let out a hearty laugh that sent a few birds flying.

“Oh yeah, they have us go out of labs for the whole day. And when I say the whole day, I mean the whole day. I’ve always loved the ocean, but I think I’d have to transfer if I had to wake up at seven and come back at eight for more than one day a week.” Kisame reached for the handle, only for it not to budge in his grip. He tried again.

“Are they closed?” you asked, getting slightly agitated at the prospect.

“No.” Shino cupped his hands around his eyes as he stared through the window. “Wet floor signs are out. This must be the time that they clean the dining room.” Shino hardly had to finish his sentence before Kisame was already on his way to the drive thru.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Temari yelled after him as she jogged to catch up. “You can’t just walk through the drive thru.”

“Sure you can.” Kisame stood directly in front of the speaker with his hands in his pockets. “There are no cars around and even if there were, they’d have to take our order to get us out of the way… Hello?” The speaker crackled and Kisame shot a pointed look at the rest of you before moting for you to come closer to order.

“What can I get you?” the apathetic worker droned.

“Can I get a number nine?” Kisame started.

“Oh me too,” you whispered to him, not entirely sure why you spoke with such a hushed tone. He crossed his arms with a smirk.

“Make that two number nines? One large—” He stepped back to let Temari come up to the speaker.

“May I please get a number six with extra sauce, please? And, uh, a number seven too, please.” Like Kisame before her, Temari stepped to allow Shino to talk.

“Two number forty-fives, one with cheese and a large soda.”

With nowhere else to sit, you claimed a spot in the empty parking lot. Temari ended up paying. You put up a fight, but she insisted. You were secretly convinced that she was loaded anyway.

“You two got a lot of food.” Kisame handed you your fillet burger. Temari hummed, taking one of her backs and folded it behind her.

“One’s for my boyfriend,” she said, and before Kisame could get out a snarky comment about how Temari could ever land a boyfriend, Shino answered,

“I just usually eat all at once. Can’t usually grab dinner while doing night labs.” You all grimaced to yourselves. You knew the feeling of skipping meals because of your schedules.

You looked out at the city. Your school sat on a hill just outside of the twinkling lights. You found comfort in the blinking that came from below and your surroundings made the atmosphere feel completely still.

“You know, if we have a choice, we should just stick together for the rest of the semester.” Shino’s monotone voice cut through the air. You turned to the rest of them. Temari shrugged.

“It’s less of a gamble since we know each other, I suppose. I know that most of you won’t mess up our assignments…” You and Kisame nodded along, both stuffing your faces with french fries.

The decision was unanimous.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes:

Shino’s lab coat was in with his regular supplies which is technically a hazard when working in chem and bio labs since lab coats should be sealed.

Not all fast-food places well take your order without a car, but if you block the line they’ll give in (that’s what I did). Don’t blame me if you get arrested for doing that though.

"I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda."– Melvin "Big Smoke" Harris

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deja-you · 4 years ago

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Starlight

m. de lafayette x reader

chapter three | romeo and alpha

summary: it was never your intent to be anything more than a common thief, but fate -- and a rather attractive general -- have other plans for you.

word count: 1.8k

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In the months following your mission on Hesse, you only got better and better at your job. You learned the ins and outs of Philian nightlife, and you were proud to say you were getting more used to jobs on foreign planets. Mostly, you were getting more used to Lafayette and his division of soldiers. In between missions, you had time to lay low at headquarters, and the soldiers quickly became brothers to you.

As all siblings like to do, the soldiers would do their best to pull pranks and tease you when the occasion occurred. The growing relationship–you might even call it friendship–with the man who you had stolen from just a few months ago didn’t go unseen by the men in Lafayette’s division.

“We’ve compiled the information needed for your mission with Alpha,” Hamilton says, sliding a tablet across Lafayette’s desk for him to read.

Alpha–the squadron had affectionately given you the codename; named for the capital, Alpha Cersei, of the tiny planet you had grown up on. You wore the name with pride.

“Anything important I should know?” Lafayette asks as he begins scrolling through the information.

Hamilton coughs softy and nudges Laurens, who in turn nudges Mulligan. Mulligan shoots the other two men a dirty look, but nonetheless steps forward: “Well, the thing is… We thought it would be best, well… well why don’t you tell him, Hamilton?”

“Me? I put this together!”

“That’s why you should be the one to tell him!”

Lafayette sets the tablet down rather unceremoniously. “Would one of you just spit it out?”

A beat of silence.

“We… well, Hamilton decided that a couple of newlyweds would be a rather convincing cover for this particular mission,” Laurens finally says.

“Oh so now it was my idea, huh?” Hamilton says with irritation. “It was our idea when you thought it was funny.”

Lafayette looks between the three men incredulously before looking back down at the tablet to read further into the details. “You didn’t seriously…”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Hercules says (and he says it in a way that makes Lafayette think that the next thing he’s about to say won’t make him feel better at all), “we made sure to book you and Alpha the honeymoon suite. The reviews are great. Supposed to be very ro-man-tic.”

Hamilton and Laurens fail to hide their snickering, but Lafayette silences the two of them with a sharp look. He rests his forehead in his hand when the information he’s reading on the tablet confirms everything his soldiers told him.

“This is the last time I put any of you in charge of mission details,” Lafayette mutters.

“That’s not fair, we gave you a cool codename,” Laurens points out.

Hamilton’s eyes light up and he nods in agreement. “We did! Do you want to hear it?”

“Do I?”

“You’re Romeo,” Hercules says, and the three of them grin widely like it’s the cleverest thing they’ve ever come up with.

“Romeo?” You push open the door and take a seat in one of the chairs in front of Lafayette’s desk that you’ve grown accustomed to. You size Lafayette up with a look, noting how flustered he seems. “Are you a fan of Shakespeare, or somethin’?”

“Actu—” Laurens starts, but Lafayette silences him with a glare.

“Yes. Love Shakespeare. Laurens, Mulligan, and Hamilton were just about to leave.” His words are clipped and the three soldiers seem to understand him, quickly filing out the door in a fit of laughter, but not before muttering something about leaving the two of you alone together.

You raise an eyebrow at their strange behavior but shrug it off. You turn to face Lafayette and give him a mock salute. “Alright, general. Brief me on my mission.”

“Our mission, actually,” he corrects.

This surprises you. “You’re coming with? Ah, I suppose that makes sense. Hence the codename. Alright, Romeo, brief me on our mission.”

The codename catches him off-guard, but he doesn’t let it show. “There’s a British officer who has happened to obtain some… important information concerning future battle plans. We’ve been told he’s staying at a resort on Ambros while his ship is being repaired.”

“So we’re going to steal the information back before he can get it to New Britannia?”

“Exactly.”

“What’s our cover?”

“There’s more information on here,” Lafayette says, handing you the tablet, “but basically… we’re honeymooners.”

You pause, look up at him with wide eyes, then snort loudly. “You’re going to be my husband?”

He frowns at you. “Is there something funny about that?”

“No, of course not.” Your laughter contradicts your words. “It’s just that… you and I, well… we’d make an interesting pair?”

“Don’t worry, starlight, you’ll only have to put up with me for the length of the mission.”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t you think the situation is a little bit humorous?” You flash him a grin and his expression softens a little. “So should I meet you at the loading dock tomorrow morning, then?”

“Yes,” he nodded. Then, remembering something, Lafayette reached down and opened up a drawer, pulling out a little box. He set it on the desk in front of you.

“What’s this?”

“We’re married. You should have a ring.” He shrugs like it was obvious.

Gingerly, you open the box and your mouth falls open when you see the large diamond in front of you. The ring probably costs more than anything you’ve ever owned, and Lafayette is just giving it to you. You look from the ring to him in shock, and he gives you a small nod, encouraging you to try it on. You slide it onto your finger, and it just happens to fit perfectly.

“Wow” is all you manage to say as you admire the way it sparkles on your hand. You grin and your eyes meet Lafayette’s with a mischievous grin. “I’ve been waiting for this my whole life. Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!”

Lafayette rolls his eyes at your antics, but he can’t help but smile. “Is it too early to file for divorce?”

You wave him off as a thought suddenly occurs to you. “I’ve got to go show the boys my engagement ring! I’ll see you tomorrow morning, bright and early, sweetheart.”

With that, you sweep out of the room and moments later, Lafayette can hear Hamilton, Laurens, and Mulligan all laughing and congratulating you on the fake engagement. Lafayette shakes his head, but he is incapable of wiping the smile off his face.

The flight to Ambros is short, and you and Lafayette spend most of the trip going over your cover in more detail. Lafayette is more focused on the important details: the name and appearance of your target, strategies, etc. You, on the other hand, argue that it’s just as important to come up with a believable background: how long the two of you have been together, where you got married, who your maid of honor was. You’re mostly teasing, but it would be beneficial to the both of you if your stories lined up.

“How did you propose? I think you took me back to the place we first met,” you muse.

“No, no. Not the place we first met. The place I first realized I loved you,” he suggests.

You look up at him, amusement playing on your features. “Oh, that’s much better.”

“Yes, and you had no idea. And I told you that ‘this is where I fell in love with you’ and suddenly I was down on one knee.”

“Our love story really is the sweetest, isn’t it?”

He nods. “The very best.”

You admire the ring on your hand and a thought occurs to you. “Do you just happen to keep wedding rings in your desk for impromptu proposals? Or… is there someone you were going to propose to?”

Lafayette shakes his head. “That was my mother’s ring.”

Your jaw drops when he says this. You’ve heard the stories about Lafayette’s past. Both of his parents died when he was young, leaving him one of the wealthiest Francos on the planet. Maybe he left Francosia because he had no family left there. Maybe it was something else. You don’t ask.

“This is your mother’s ring? I can’t wear this! Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask.

“We’re supposed to be married, starlight. Unless you’ve got a different ring in your pocket you’d prefer, I think our options are rather limited,” he says plainly.

You see the logic in his statement, but you’re still shocked he would trust you with his mother’s ring. “Yes, I understand, it’s just… this is something important to you. You just gave it to me.”

“Should I be worried about giving it to you?” He teases. “Were you planning on stealing it?”

“Well, now I’m not going to,” you say under your breath.

This elicits a chuckle from Lafayette. “My mother would’ve liked you. If anyone was going to wear her ring, I think she would’ve been glad it was you.”

Lafayette stands when the orange Ambrosian sea begins to cast hued light through the window, but his comment isn’t lost on you. For some reason, your chest grows all warm at the thought that his mother would’ve liked you.

“We’re going to be landing soon, we should both get changed,” Lafayette says.

He’s right. You’re wearing plain tan clothes, hardly suitable for the wife of a wealthy businessman. Lafayette is still wearing his white Amerigo Army uniform; he’ll have to change for obvious reasons. You give him a nod, getting up to your personal quarters to get changed.

For this mission, you’ve packed a closet of outfits that you would never have worn back home on Philia. Evening gowns, dresses that are equal parts too short and too sparkly, gold and silver necklaces, shoes you don’t understand how to put on, much less walk in. You decide you’ll wear one of your simpler options: a black gown that hugs your torso before cascading to the ground in waves, a slit exposes your left leg up to your mid-thigh. When you’re finished getting ready, you catch sight of your reflection in your mirror, and a surge of confidence flows through you. You look beautiful.

When you step back onto the bridge, the look on Lafayette’s face reaffirms your thoughts. His lips part as he takes in your appearance, eyes widening slightly before he remembers that it’s not polite to stare. He clears his throat.

“You look… nice,” he says.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you reply. You mean it. Lafayette has changed out of his usual uniform into a fitted suit of all black. A flash of deep red catches your eye when he adjusts his pocket square. He’s wearing the colors of the New Britannia flag; it’s all in the subtle details. You realize that this is the first time you’ve seen him in civilian clothes. You decide you like it.

“Shall we?” Lafayette offers you an arm.

You smile and take it, pulling yourself to his side. “Of course, darling.”

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Sort of continuation of this, but it also does stand on it’s own!

Title: A small problem Characters: Ravio, Wind, Minish and Legend Includes threats of violence “Tags:” First meetings - No-one is sure what they’re doing but that’s ok - Zelda shows up!

Enjoy!

Ravio was speechless, a little scared, but most powerfully: mesmerized. Two kids, clearly younger than him and both with bright blond locks that rivaled the sun, were engaged in combat.

Although fists were flying, neither had landed a single hit. When the older one, who he had dubbed Mr. Sailor, threw a hit, the younger one, Mr. Small, would live up to his nickname and shrink to a very small size.

He’d then unshrink, throw a hit himself, and miss as the other pulled quite the leap to get away.

Ravio was simply waiting for one of them to land a hit, and for the situation to escalate badly, as he was too afraid to intervene.

Another crack followed then, they were starting to give Ravio a headache.

From it appeared a pink haired boy, tallest of the people present. He blinked in surprise, glancing around.

His appearance seemed to distract the coat wearing boy, who ended up getting decked in the face and fell over shouting “SHIT!” very loudly.

“Oh my.” Signed the newest arrival, looking at the situation before him with wide eyes. “Am I interrupting something?”

“I’m glad you are.” Ravio responded, walking over to the seemingly sane one, although staying from stabbing range just in case. “I’ve been trying to get these two to stop fighting for ages!”

“No you haven’t!” Grumbled the kid slowly getting himself back from the ground, while the smaller one stood smugly nearby.

“Do I look like someone who could stop a fist fight with force?” Ravio pointed out. “Neither of you listened to reason, so I simply was waiting for an opening.”

“An opening for what?”

He hadn’t had a proper plan. “Why would I tell that? You might fight again and I don’t want you to know what to expect.” However they did not have to know about that.

“Why were they fighting?” the pink one asked.

“He started it.” Coat boy complained.

“Ah. Uhm.” Ravio scratched the back of his head: “From what I could tell, I was simply talking to Mr. Sailor here, then the small one appeared from the bushes and kicked him in the back of the knee.”

“But why?”

“I’m not quite sure.” Ravio confessed.

The stranger tilted his head, confused, before turning to look at the small smug one. “Could you tell us now?”

The very small one scoffed, but signaled for them to follow.

They were in the yard of a small house, and near the window was a little patch of what looked more like weeds than anything else. The kid pointed at one of the weeds that had been very slightly stood upon.

The pink haired one understood, his fist meeting his palm in understanding. “It’s not nice to trample on other people’s plants, Mr. Sailor.”

Coat boy crossed his arms. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I just appeared right there! I would’ve moved if I knew I was standing on a plant.”

“It’s just a big misunderstanding then.” The pink one nodded, kneeling down to be the smallest one’s height. “Next time try to tell him to move before kicking him, okay?”

Mr. Small looked unimpressed, but nodded.

Ravio was just confused as to why anyone would care about such an useless patch of plants. The only valuable thing lost here was a possible alliance between the two small ones.

Kids, oh so dumb. Ravio smiled to himself.

“When you said you appeared-” the Pink one spoke again, standing up and turning to the sailor. “Was it like how I did?”

Mr. Sailor nodded. “Yeah. One moment I was just hammering some nails and suddenly I’m here. Being kicked in the back of my knee. By the smallest bokoblin I’ve ever seen.”

The small one raised a fist, but the pink one grabbed it mid air, and held it still. The small one seemed shocked that someone could- Or more likely- Would try and stop him.

“Oh sorry, I meant rat.” Said the sailor, sticking his tongue out.

“Please stop antagonizing the small child with a sword.” Ravio said in a hushed voice.

The small one was too entranced by having been stopped to care, simply staring at the pink one with wide eyes.

“Huh. What a strange situation.” The pink one continued, ignoring the general chaos. “Well, I suppose if we’re all in it, we should get to know one another. My name is Link. Spelt L-I-N-K”

The smallest one pointed at himself, all the while Mr. Sailor gasped: “Wait- That’s my name too.”

Ravio felt himself tense up a bit, what he had been suspecting was indeed going on, wasn’t it?

The house that looked eerily like the one Link lived in, then there was the clear fact he was in Hyrule, and that there were people who looked eerily like Link but weren’t him…

Oh great goddess of lorule, take him back home please. This is not ideal.

“Hm…” The pink one pondered. “This seems like it’d mean something significant.”

You think? Ravio raised a brow, before shaking off the questioning look to smile politely like a good salesman. “Link isn’t the most common name, so I have to agree.”

He walked closer to the pink one, mostly certain he wouldn’t stab him. With a hand on his back, he continued. “The only Link I know of is the legendary hero of hyrule! It’d be ridiculous for him to be here, though, wouldn’t it?”

“I am he.” Mr. Sailor said.

The tall one blinked at that. “But.. So am I?”

The smallest one dug through his pockets, and pulled out a small note, handing it to Ravio.

Ravio read it out loud to everyone: “Link is the hero of Hyrule, and is allowed to do what he sees fit in order to keep the country safe. Signed, Princess Zelda.”

“...We can’t all be heroes of Hyrule.” Mr. Sailor complained. “And I know for one that I’m not lying, so.”

“There isn’t just one, though.” Ravio spoke up. “Legends speak of a hero in green who appeared centuries ago, perhaps he too had someone before him, and there was someone after.”

“Centuries, though.” Mr. Sailor pointed out, “Do I look a hundred years old to you?”

The smallest one nodded, but Ravio shook his head.

“I’ve heard of stranger things than time travel, in these lands.” Ravio stated.

“I suppose it is a plausible theory.” The pink one pondered, hand on chin. “I know I’m not lying either.”

“And the small one has a letter from the princess.”

“It could be forged.” The sailor pointed out.

Ravio wanted to point out he could tell a forgery from the real thing pretty easily, and had seen enough of Hilda’s writing to know how the royal family conducts it’s deeds. However, that’d make him seem kind of suspicious. “We could go and find out?” Ravio decided to ask instead.

“How?”

“This is clearly the small one’s home, if these are his plants. So this is his Hyrule.” Ravio explained. “Let’s go to the castle, and if the kid is allowed in, it means it’s not forged.”

“I suppose that’s a fair plan.” The pink replied. “And since neither of us are apparently lying, if the letter is real, then- Er, what’s your name?”

“I’m Ravio.” He responded, “The greatest merchant around.”

“Okay- It’s nice to meet you.” The pink one smiled. “Then if all of us are Link like we claim, Ravio’s theory was right.”

“Or some form of it.” Ravio specified.

The pink one nodded. “Very well, little one, could you take us to the castle?”

The smallest one pouted, but began leading the way.

“Holy fuck!” The sailor gasped, looking at the castle once it appeared in the horizon, standing tall yet- A little smaller than Ravio had expected.

The smallest one grinned smugly, walking at a pace more akin to jogging to stay in front of the taller people.

“It’s quite small.” The pink one commented.

“I do agree.” Ravio nodded. “The one I’ve seen is certainly larger.”

“It looks funny.” The pink one smiled, maybe even a little smug.

Ravio took note of it, but did not comment on it.

“So.” The pink one continued. “Your name is Ravio?”

“Like I said, yes.” He nodded. “Are you interested in my wares? I don’t have much on me due to the sudden departure but-”

“Not Link.” He stopped Ravio. “Yet you look a tad like us.”

Ravio blinked, breathing hitched. He missed his hood, but he had been in lorule- He doesn’t need that in Lorule! In Lorule he’s one of a kind!

“I suppose destiny can have a bit of a slip up here and there?” Ravio suggested. Sorry Link, he’d have to steal your identity for a bit here. “I assure you, however, just because I cannot wield a blade does not make me completely useless.”

The pink one simply kept smiling. “Very well, then.”

He hadn’t bought it, had he? Ravio yelled internally, but tried to keep the relaxed facade up.

The castle town was very cute, the sailor looking around with wide eyes, looking like he was taking many internal notes.

What caught Ravio’s eye however, happened a bit later. The smallest showed the letter to a guard by the castle gates, the guard simply sighed, said: “Follow me,” and started walking further into the castle grounds.

“That’s a lot to process.” The pink one spoke again. Ravio had to agree.

They were led to a room to wait- A waiting room, you could say- For the princess to get ready for guests. It matched all the Hyrule castles Ravio had seen, that being one. Stone brick all about, a polished but a little cold interior, with the triforce ever present in all decor.

There were paintings present as well. They seemed to capture the curiosity of all visitors, much to the delight of the smallest one’s ego.

Ravio focused at first on one depicting the princess, she looked similar to the Zelda of the Hyrule he knew, but clearly another person entirely.

He then chose to take a look at the others in their impromptu party, and found the pink one standing under a portrait of what was likely another hero of courage, this one standing tall with a flowing white cape, and a small red bird on his shoulder.

The sight awakened a memory in Ravio, and he found himself suddenly plunged into a mystery.

There was a mural in his Link’s hyrule castle, one depicting the hero prior to him. Zelda had joked to him and Hilda about how she had read the hero actually had pink hair, but the artists took creative liberties and made it dark blond instead.

This couldn’t be the man who sealed Ganon away, was it? Certainly there had been more than one pink haired Link.

Then again, they seemed to be in a situation which included traveling through space and time. Guess that might as well be a detail.

A guard soon showed up, expressing that the princess was ready.

They headed to the throne room. It was bold, large and voices echoed within it. The large windows made it feel slightly less like a scary space, but it did still make him grow a bit uneasy.

In Front of the aforementioned throne, stood the princess, with a bright but curious smile.

“Link, I didn’t know you had made friends!”

The small one tried to hide in his cape, but was unsuccessful.

“It’s very nice to meet you all.” Zelda smiled brightly, as the boys bowed. Ravio hadn’t been sure if that was to be expected, but the smallest one did have a blade and seemed to be satisfied with them bowing, so perhaps it was a good choice.

The pink one took charge soon after, explaining the predicament they found themselves in. Or at least, theorized they did.

“Oh my.” Zelda gasped. “The hero’s spirit will reincarnate this much?! That’s quite saddening.”

“Has the legend of the hero not existed for long here?” The pink one asked.

“We only know of one before Link here.” Zelda explained. “The hero who arrived from the skies to seal away the great evil, so that humanity could return to the lands below.” She said, clearly quoting something.

“...I guess the seal didn’t last.” Zelda added sadly.

The small one rushed over to her, and offered his hand to her. She took hold of it, and smiled with thankfulness in her eyes at the kid.

“Well, if any of you are like Link here, Hyrule is in good hands.” She smiled again. “I wish I could help more though. I’m not sure at all what could be going on, or what to do about it.”

“Do you have time travel items, or something? Getting home would be nice.” The sailor asked.

“I can ask for research on the topic to be conducted.” Zelda nodded. “Until then, you may stay at the castle, if you’d like.”

“Thank you very much, your highness.” The pink- Okay, he needed a nickname, Ravio decided. Whether he was the legendary hero or not, calling him Mr. Legend should help butter the guy up for possible sales, anyway.

With that, they were led to a guest room. Ravio was both deeply glad they hadn’t been paired up, as every pairing seemed like a bad idea, but was also absolutely terrified of sharing a room with three swordsmen he barely knew. They were also given instructions on how to get to both the castle library and the town’s library. Information which Ravio decided to make use of the next day.

It was fine really, and the beds were very comfortable! It seemed the spirit of the hero made them all sleepy as hell, as well. So getting stabbed seemed unlikely. However one thing still kept Ravio up that night.

“Bunnies, dark hair…” Mr. Legend had signed to him, when it was just the two of them, the sun having started to settle for the night “It reminds me of a place.”

“Oh, heh. A place, huh?” Ravio chuckled nervously. He didn’t like being put on the spot without a plan.

“It was a dreadful place.” Mr. Legend stated. “I hope you’re not related to it in some way.”

“I sure hope so too?” Ravio stumbled to find the words:“It sounds much worse than Hyrule. Love this place, the grass is very green. Smells great.”

“I hope so too.” Mr. Legend smiled, a strange dead look in his eyes. “I don’t want to take another life.”

Then he just started talking about how he liked apples.

So, it would’ve been stranger if Ravio wasn’t having trouble sleeping!

Oh, goddesses above, help him.

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