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baronessvonglitter · 9 months ago

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Vices

Din Djarin x OFC x bi! f!Reader x OMC | WC: 4.3K

Summary: You're not one to be shy of your vices, but a night with a mysterious woman has you and your work partner Din chasing new highs.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, reader is bisexual so if that's not your thing then feel free to scroll on, group sex (kinda), jealousy, jealous!Din, oral (m & f receiving), p i v sex, f/f/m threesome, fingering, come eating, little bit of three way kissing, one night stand, playfully light dom/sub tones, subby!Din and dom-ish!Reader, Din's helmet stays on (mostly), shy!Din, creampie, no use of y/n (if i've forgotten anything please LMK)

Author's note: I don't know how I haven't already written about Din, who's actually how I even came to know Pedro existed in the first place. So here it goes - not 100% canon as I have screwed with some facts to suit my story - don't come at me. It's just fiction. Also I was feeling some Cyberpunk 2077 vibes, specifically Lizzie's Bar which was the inspo for my banner.

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"Just make a move, already. You've been watching her all night," you tell Din.

You hear him scoff just below his breath, his helmet unable to filter out every sound he makes. "I'm not watching, I'm just looking," he retorts curtly, averting his gaze from the person attracting his interest.

"Same difference," you say, finishing the dregs of your drink, giggling as your unexpected date for the night, known only as Elex, wraps his arm around your waist, tickling your neck with teasing kisses. You remember your promise to Din before leaving the ship: "If I'm getting laid, you're getting laid."

Din sighs, wishing he was elsewhere, feeling out of place here.

You're both taking some much needed R&R on Coruscant, and your natural instinct for vice and debauchery has led you to an underground club known mostly to those in the spice trade, pleasure seekers, and those just looking for an escape.

The club is massive despite its clandestine reputation; crowds of outlaws, outcasts, and delinquents congregate the dance floor and the bar; blue and magenta and violet lights lend a dreamy, lascivious glow to the multitude. Perfume scents the air, along with liquor, sweat, and the not-so-subtle aroma of sex: the result of the crush of many bodies together in one place. The music is deafening, bass pumping in your blood, harmonizing with your heartbeat once you get used to the roar, its melody effortless, the same notes over and over, only played at various speeds, circling and crescendoing until the bass drops and the whole thing starts over again, mindless, persisting.

No one comes here for the music even though many come to dance.

It's a dancer that's caught Din's eye, and you'd be lying if you said she hasn't caught your attention as well.

"She's beautiful," you poke his side with your elbow.

"I guess she is," he mutters, his eyes dragging up and down the outline of her body.

"That armor starting to feel a little tight in the pants?" you tease him. "Why don't you go talk to her?" you tell him again.

Din freezes, his face burning as you continue to goad him. "No way am I going to embarrass myself," he says stubbornly. He's aware he stands out already, stiff, a tin can compared to the constant flow of party people, moving, dancing, hustling, some even fucking.

Just then the dancer starts towards you three. "She's coming this way!" You elbow him again.

"Maker have mercy," he mutters as she approaches.

"Be cool, Din," you warn him. His heart thumps hard against his ribcage.

You introduce yourself and your new friend Elex. "And this is my work partner Din," you smile brightly.

"Pleasure to meet you," she replies in a sultry voice.

"Din was admiring you, but he's shy," you pat his shoulder, grinning because you just know under that helmet he's seething, quite possibly blushing. By now you've come to know his looks, despite the visor shielding you from them. And right now, this particular angling of his head, staring straight at you, he's signaling to you: you're dead.

"A shy warrior? Who would have thought?" the woman says smoothly, not hiding the fact that she's checking him out.

You nudge him to say something. "I'm doing all the work," you tell him through gritted teeth.

He clears his throat. "I, uh.." His mind draws a blank and he curses himself internally, struggling to form a coherent thought, let alone a full sentence. "You're.. pretty," he mumbles lamely, mentally kicking himself. Pretty? That's all he could come up with? Pathetic.

You force a laugh. "He's more himself when he's going after a bounty."

"Is that so?" she tilts her head at him, her laugh a musical sound that makes Din's heart skip a beat.

"Ask her name," you whisper, trying to enjoy your own date instead of spoon-feeding Din his lines.

His shoulders tense, fists clenching at his side, he asks her name, and she replies, "Saskia."

"Saskia," he repeats to himself, enjoying the roll of it off his tongue.

"A Mandalorian bounty hunter, huh? You look like you could do a number on someone," she says, running her finger along the beskar on his breastplate, shamelessly eyeing him.

"You should see him in action," you chime in, breaking away momentarily from your mini-makeout session with Elex. "He's unstoppable."

"Oh really?" Her eyes never leave his form, taking in all she can of this broad-shouldered, quiet warrior.

"Saskia, let us buy you a drink," you offer.

The glasses you're given are filled with glowing blue concoctions, vapor rising, wrapping the four of you in a haze as you offer a toast: "To trying new things."

Saskia's eyes flutter at Din, her smile coy and promising. "How about it?" she asks, her voice low and sultry. "Feel like trying something new?"

Go for it! you mouth behind her, catching Din's gaze, excited for him.

He steels himself, knowing at this point the only way out was to commit. "Yeah. Sure," he mumbles, shifting awkwardly under Saskia's ogling.

She leads you to a private room upstairs, the music dimmed but the bass still thumping and for a moment Din confuses it for the beat of his own heart. The room is spacious, empty of people but in expectance of them. A large sofa doubling as a bed takes up most of the center of the room, unmistakable in what the room is used for.

You playfully nudge his hip with yours before Elex leads you to a smaller loveseat, placing you on the edge of the arm as you begin to kiss.

Saskia is seated, and Din's eyes are drawn to her legs, slowly sliding apart as she leans back, her smooth shapely thighs revealed as her form-fitting outfit rides up.

"Don't you ever take that helmet off?" she asks as he sits next to her at a polite distance.

His eyes flick from her face to her legs, his mind running wild with ideas. "No. I don't," he answers. "It's part of The Way."

From across the room you suppress a groan, keeping tabs on their conversation, knowing women like Saskia enjoy banter, not lessons on the Mandalorian heritage. My buddy isn't doing so great. But you have your own thing going on. Elex gropes your curves as he slowly gets to his knees.

"If you never take your helmet off," Saskia's saying, leaning in close to Din, "then how do you kiss?"

He sucks in a sharp breath, once again speechless by her bluntness. He stumbles over his words for a moment before getting an answer out. "We- we don't," he mumbles awkwardly.

Saskia lets out a small snicker, wetting her full lips. "So what do you do?"

Din's face burns underneath his helmet. He's already so flustered by the situation, and wants to avoid an embarrassing conversation. "We have other ways.. of being intimate," he says at last.

"You wanna show me?" Her hand is on his leg.

As if seeking permission, Din seeks you out, finding you engrossed with Elex. A pang of jealousy shoots through him, taking him by surprise.

"Looks like your pretty friend's busy," Saskia smirks. "Do you want another drink?"

He's about to answer when he hears you let out a soft groan from the other side of the room. He turns his head to see you, pressed to the arm of the loveseat, skirt lifted over your hips as Elex's face is buried between your thighs, your head tipped back in ecstasy.

Din's whole body freezes, his eyes glued to the sight of you. He grips the drink glass in his hand so tight it almost shatters as his eyes rake over your figure, the way your body writhes in pleasure. Another pang of envy grips his chest, this one deeper and more intense than the first. He can't explain why watching you with this man - when he's heard you with other men before - has him affected so.

"Think we can outdo them?" Saskia's challenge rises to his ears, her hand rubbing his thigh, moving upwards ever so slightly with each brush forward, testing the waters.

She manages to bring him out of his stupor, reminding him that the woman beside him is just as real as the woman he's never thought of as more than a friend, currently with a man between her legs.

"Yeah," he bites out, his voice deep and rough. "We can outdo them."

Saskia smiles predatory-like and pushes him back to the sofa, taking a pillow and putting it down before she kneels on it, right in between his spread legs. "There we go," she coos, cupping his crotch, smiling as she hears the hitch in his breath. With a little maneuvering she has him freed from his clothes, large, hot, and pulsing in her hand. "Be as loud as you want, baby," she encourages.

His hips involuntarily buck into her hand, desperate for more. He lets out a shaky exhale, managing to choke out a response. "Fuck."

She enjoys how easy it is to bring him to life. "A very blessed warrior indeed," she whispers in awe before gripping the base of his cock and licking long stripes upwards, tongue swirling around the leaky head, gazing up at his visor as she spits, taking turns stroking him and sucking him.

Din lets out a strangled noise, one gloved hand gripping her hair, pushing her head further down when her warm mouth surrounds him. "You're so kriffing good," he mutters, the pleasure close to overwhelming.

In the midst of your own pleasured haze, you look up to see Saskia obviously pleasing Din. You gasp, stunned, the sight of them momentarily taking you out of the intimacy of Elex's tongue in your cunt. You're not shocked at what they're doing but shocked at the lightning bolt of jealousy that goes straight through your chest. You watch them a moment, letting yourself seethe with yearning.

Not shy about your competitive streak, you get louder with your own lover. "Yes! Yes.. so good! I'm gonna come!"

Din's eyes flick up at the sound of your voice, his stomach flipping with envy, and in one brief moment of ire he wants to snap Elex's neck, but he keeps his eyes on you as Saskia shoves him deep in her throat, and his own breathing comes in fast, ragged gasps.

"Fuck!" you cry out, returning Din's gaze, a silent dare speaking volumes.

His jaw clenches, holding back the possessive urge to cross the room and rip you away from that man.

Saskia takes notice, momentarily slowing down her efforts. "You're so close, so tense," she remarks in a sultry manner.

Din is like a dam on the verge of bursting, his need building up in him, especially after seeing you with that guy, some idiot you only just met tonight. He tries to keep himself together, stay in the moment, keep himself under this beautiful woman's spell. "Please--" he chokes out, his voice rough and low, his control slowly unraveling.

You gasp as Elex bends you over the arm of the sofa, skirt going up as he pushes into you from behind, eyes closed as he starts to move.

Din's heart lurches in his chest, still fixated on you. If it was possible for him to burn a hole through you with just his stare he would accomplish just that.

You like watching them?" Saskia asks, gently turning him to her instead. "Feel me while you watch her."

She undresses him from the waist down, sensing his reluctance to be fully unclothed, revealing each delicious inch of flesh. Strong thighs with a light sprinkling of pale brown hair, his cock springing out perfectly from a nest of brown curls, her only clue as to what he looks like beneath his helmet. A perfect seat for her.

He needs a distraction, anything to pull his attention away from the overwhelming jealousy gnawing away at his insides. He's thankful for the teasing way in which Saskia divests herself of her skimpy clothing, her body lithe and obviously made for pleasure.

When she slides down onto him, facing away, long legs parting to fit over his, it feels like a miracle and a sin. He gives a strangled moan as she takes him deep, her grip on him tight and unyielding. She grinds against him as he bottoms out, savoring the delicious feel of him, and he grips her hips, commandeering the situation for the first time tonight, delighting in Saskia's loud gasp as he pushes up into her welcoming cunt, needing to push away the thought of you riding him. He needs this. He needs her to distract him.

You watch with thinly veiled jealousy as Saskia rides Din. Even through his helmet you can sense his need for her, his pleasure. You want to be the one responsible for his pleasure. Even as you close your eyes you can't block out the thought of Din being the one inside you instead of Elex. "Harder," you beg your partner. "Faster."

Din swallows a moan, eyes narrowed with envy and with competition as he hears you with Elex, the needful sound of your voice making his body tingle. He needs you, craves you, his possessive instincts flaring, unable to tear his sight away from you.

He grips Saskia's hips tighter, his mind racing. "Don't stop." he commands gruffly.

She smiles and rides him harder, thighs quivering with each collision of her flesh on his. "You could just fuck her, you know," she offers breathlessly. "It's pretty obvious you want to."

Din's breath catches in his chest. He does want you - so badly it hurts. "It's not - unh! that simple," he grunts out.

"Nothing ever is," Saskia gives a sharp gasp, still moving.

"I can't have her. She's not for me." His breathing is labored with the strain of keeping control. He has a need to outlast the man you're with, as if to prove a point.

"Why not?" Saskia asks, nodding to you and Elex, still going at it. "Is she for him?"

Din's jaw clenches at the sight of you with him, hates the way his stomach twists in knots. "She's not for anyone."

"Make me come," she moans. "It'll make her so jealous."

Show her what she's missing..

Saskia cries out as his hips buck up against her, and after a few rough thrusts she comes apart, moaning his name.

It takes immense concentration for him not to follow after, to remain unsatisfied. He needs something more, his body still humming with desire, desperate for the one woman his eyes have been on the whole night.

You glare daggers at Saskia, watching and listening as she comes, wishing it was you. Just then Elex speeds up, gripping your hips tightly, slamming into you so hard that you come as well, your eyes fixed on Din, who goes rigid watching you in return.

His breathing is shaky, heart thundering in his chest. He feels Saskia's hand on his arm, trying to get his attention, but he can't tear his eyes from you. He's frozen in place, mind filled with you and only you.

Elex pulls out of you, stroking himself until his warm cum splashes onto your ass, painting his release on you. Din instantly hates him for marking you so primitively. Elex cleans you off, giving you a pat on the ass before leaving, probably going in search of his next conquest. You roll your eyes. Guys are the same on every planet.

Now alone with Saskia and Din, you boldly approach them. "Excuse me, but you're in my seat," you tell her.

Saskia smirks and you want to wipe it right off her face. She doesn't look the least bit intimidated.

"Is that so?" she makes no move to leave Din's lap. "Looks like I've already claimed it."

You sit next to them, making yourself comfortable, shedding the last of your clothing. "I don't mind de-throning you." You kiss her softly, palming her supple breast.

She moans softly, reacting to your kiss, cunt squeezing around Din's still-hard cock, making him groan. He's about to lose control now that you're here, proving a point, making him want you.

"Is this how you're going to 'de-throne' me?" Saskia teases. "With sweet kisses and caresses?"

"That's only the beginning. I'm going to make you come harder than he can." With that, you bend down in front of them and she lifts herself up. You put your face to where they're joined and use kitten licks around her folds, sweeping your tongue in circles around her sex before wiggling your tongue against her clit, smirking to yourself at her barely-concealed moans.

Din hangs on by a mere thread, heart beating double time, now using all of his self-control not to either thrust up into Saskia and fill her up with his cum, or better yet to push her off and fuck you hard, spread-eagled beneath him like he's always fantasized.

"Is that all?" Saskia asks as you pull away a moment from your ministrations. "I doubt you'll be able to break me apart so easily."

"Get off his lap," you say in a low, authoritative voice, making no mistake that you intend her to comply.

Still kneeling, you have a perfect view as she slips off Din's lap, watching as Din's cock comes into view, slick with her arousal, and so thick, heavy under its own weight as it springs back up once Saskia rises. You want you mouth on it, to taste him and her. As she gets situated sitting next to him, you press two fingers deep inside her cunt, brushing her hand away when she dares to try to grab Din's flesh.

Din lets out a surprised sigh as your warm, wet mouth descends on his dick, and he thrusts up slowly, refraining from slamming his whole length into your welcoming throat as he desperately wants to do.

He's delicious.. but you force yourself away for a moment, kneeling between Saskia's spread thighs as you run your tongue up and down her crease. "I didn't think you'd be so.. talented." She threads her fingers through your hair, gasping and trembling, and you chuckle, letting the sound vibrate against her cunt.

"My first preference is always women. But occasionally.." your free hand strokes Din's cock.

Listening to his and Saskia's sighs you kiss up her body, sucking at her nipple while your fingers move inside her again. Her back arches, pressing herself to your mouth, her eyes darting from you to Din and back again, imagining scenarios you've likely already envisioned yourself.

"Din, you should taste her," you tell him, tempting him to lift his helmet up a little as you bring your glistening fingers to him, heart leaping as he reveals his pink, pouty lips that close around your proffered fingers. His tongue swirls around them, licking off every last trace of Saskia's nectar.

"Good boy," you can't help but murmur, going back to Saskia's needy cunt and wrapping your arms around her thighs. She trembles in your grasp, her body completely at your mercy, keeping a light grip on your hair as you continue your work, her breath coming in sharp gasps. You suction your lips around her bud, thrusting your fingers in and out of her slippery pussy. She cries out, body arching off the sofa, eyes squinting shut. "You're-- so.. good!" she gasps.

"You taste so sweet.. heavens, you're so wet," you murmur.

Saskia moans. "Please don't stop.. almost there.."

"Not gonna stop, not until this pretty pussy comes all over my face," you tell her, still lapping up her juices.

She lets out a strangled gasp, her svelte body tensing.

"That's it, come for me," you coax her.

It's a thing of beauty to watch her come, the way her body seizes up, tenses and releases, her tight little pussy clamping down on your invading fingers. Your clit throbs just watching her, needing your own release. Purring, you lap up every drop of her essence.

Saskia collapses against the sofa, body limp and trembling, breaths coming out in ragged gasps. She looks absolutely wrecked, completely satisfied and disheveled. She leans against Din's shoulder, eyes drifting to his naked lap. "And you," she breathed, "haven't gotten a chance yet."

"He will." You get up, heart pounding as you slowly straddle Din's lap. "Is this okay?" you whisper.

His body is taut, breathing shaky. Despite the cover of his helmet you can feel his eyes burning into you.

"Yes," he whispers hoarsely. "Please."

Your breath hitches as the bulbous head of his dick presses into you. Din trembles with restraint. "Kriff," he groans, voice rough. "You feel so--"

"Oh Din," you moan, slowly bringing yourself down on him.

"More," he utters. "Faster." His grip on your hips is tight, unyielding.

You savor the feel of him, bigger than you'd imagined, filling you, and at his command you move faster, the friction like lightning. His hands move to your thighs, pulling you down on him at his own pace. You cry out his name as he impales you over and over upon his rigid cock, bucking up into your tight channel.

He lifts his helmet again, just enough to reveal his mouth, brushing his lips across your neck, his warm breath on your skin the most intimate thing you've felt. He nips at your throat, stubble scratching against your skin as his mouth traces to your ear.

"I've always wanted this, cyare," he confesses, no longer the timid work partner, wasting no time in pressing his lips to yours, his kiss hungry and desperate, all his pent-up desire pouring into it. Still gripping your thighs he holds you down on him as he devours your mouth. With the entire length of him buried inside you, your cunt twitches around him, needing you or him to move.

You taste Saskia on his tongue, remembering she's still there, sitting close and watching your love play with Din, her hands running lazily over her body.

"Kiss him," you tell her. "Thank him for making you come."

Din keeps his helmet lifted as she gives him a soft, sensual kiss. Thank you seems inadequate for what he's given her tonight, but she says it, a low purr against his pouty pink lips.

He's so good," you murmur as they kiss, his fingers splayed against your ass, grabbing your cheeks as you continue to ride him. Greedily, you join their kiss, your lips and teeth and tongues clashing, a messy kiss indeed, but nothing about this night has been tidy.

He's flustered under your praise, storing the sound of it away for later, blushing and glad you can't see it. "I-- I need--"

"You need to come," you say simply. "But not yet. You made Saskia come, and now it's my turn."

Saskia chuckles, her fingertips trailing his arm. "She's going to completely wreck you, you know that?"

Din lets out a breathless laugh, body tensing as you move on top of him. You pull Saskia in for a kiss as she cups your breast, her other hand traveling to the apex of your thighs. Din watches the two of you, rapt, as she kisses your neck, lips moving down your chest, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake.

"You both feel.. so.. good," you moan, moving faster.

Saskia's teeth graze your neck, fingers pressing your clit. You caress her breast, giving her nipple a pinch before lightly swatting the firm flesh, then dipping your fingers into her wetness again.

"Ride my fingers, just like that," you swipe your thumb over her sensitive nub as you ride Din harder. "Want you both to come with me.."

Saskia's tight cunt flutters around your fingers, and Din groans as you pick up the pace.

"Doing so well," you murmur to both of them, Saskia's slick coats your hand. "Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby." You stay still while she does.

"Gods!" Your eyes screw shut tight as you rear back, your climax growing and radiating outward. "I'm coming!" you shout hoarsely as a strong, sweet shudder rocks your world. Saskia follows close behind, clenching as she comes undone on top of your fingers, and Din tenses before he comes deep inside you, thrusting up into you once, twice, thrice as a guttural moan tears from his throat.

Moments later, you chuckle darkly as you're all slumped over together, sweaty, satisfied.

Who knows how long you lay there, in and out of sated, dreamless sleep, until your comm device goes off. Grunting, you lean over Din to rifle through your discarded clothes to find it and stop its incessant beeping. "Damn it," you mutter. "We gotta go." You gently shake his shoulder.

He groans, reluctantly pulling himself from his relaxed, contented sleep. "Is it a client?" he asks. His voice is soft and groggy, making you desire him again.

"Yeah, new bounty. The signal here's choppy, I'm waiting for an image."

Din gets up, sore, and not just from the debauchery with you and Saskia last night, but from the times he'd been shot at, thrown around, and fought in the past few days. "I'll get the ship ready," he grumbles, stretching, reaching to the floor to get his clothes as well. "Hey, she's gone.." he says, puzzled.

You see the spot where Saskia had laid with you, now empty, as if she'd never existed.

"Where did she go?" Din asks.

You smile at his naivete. "I don't think she didn't want to say goodbye."

Once you're dressed and ready to go, your comm device beeps again, the signal strong enough to provide an image to go along with your new bounty.

"You've gotta be kidding me," you mutter in disbelief.

He snaps his head towards you, knowing that tone in your voice. "What?"

You almost laugh, showing him the image sent to you. "Take a look at our new target."

It's Saskia.

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tgmsunmontue · 8 months ago

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Season to Taste - 17/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

While they travel together most people assume Vi and him are a couple, it helps a lot of the time. They end up sharing a room or bed as they move around. It does make hooking up difficult, but he either resorts to bathroom stalls, or going home with guys after letting Vi do her hard ass security routine where she insists on taking any guys photo before she lets Bradley leave with him. Annoying as fuck but he’s certain he dodges some real bullets because of it. On the rarer instances when he’s hooked up with a woman she’s done the same thing, although it had resulted in more than one awkward proposition for a threesome. He knows Vi doesn’t do casual, but she’s more than happy acting as his wingman, and telling him that in no uncertain terms she doesn’t find him at all attractive and never will.

Spending nearly every waking moment together for weeks and then months on end helps solidify their relationship. He’s never had a sibling, and while Vi has two sisters, they’re both quite a bit older though, so he can only think that this must be what it’s like. She knows him, has known him, for several years now and even though she never likens their relationship to that of siblings she definitely calls him cousin openly and consistently, treats him like he’s family in a way he can’t imagine having any other way without calling her sister. Cousin. Whatever.

… … …

He wakes up feeling the most well rested he has in ages, muscles pleasantly sore, blankets warm, air conditioning making the room cooler and he takes a moment to just burrow down further beneath the blankets and smiles to himself. This is what everyone wants him to do when they tell him he needs a vacation. If this is what it’s going to be like then he’s going to be much more easily persuaded. He stretches and reaches for his phone, surprised to see it’s after ten. He needs to ring Vi and check in and make sure the restaurant hasn’t fallen down, not that he doesn’t trust those he left in charge, but it’s his, and he’s been gone for a while and it doesn’t always sit right leaving it for so long. However he trusts Vi implicitly and she won’t hold back telling him if he needs to come home, no matter how much she thinks he needs a break.

“Come up for breath huh?”

“Hello to you too.”

“You’re having a sexcation, I’m surprised you’re awake.”

“Jake’s gone to see his family.”

“Oh. Right. Of course. I see how it is. You’re bored.”

“I’m…” he lets out a long calming breath, “I wanted to check in with you. See how it’s going in my absence?”

“I came back to a pile of ash and am busy filling in the insurance paperwork…”

“Vi…”

“Everything is fine. Everyone is fine. We created a well-oiled machine and it’s working exactly as it should. Calm down and enjoy you sexcation…”

“What if it’s… more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

Bradley bites his lip, wonders if he should just blurt out that he’s already asked Jake to consider dating him, having a long distance relationship and trying something, no matter how crazy or difficult it might be. If he tells Vi he’s already done it, she’ll support him, without question. However if he asks her opinion then he’ll also get it, honest and brutal and he’s terrified it might not be supportive but he still wants to hear it.

“So, I met his sister yesterday. One of his sisters. She invited me to dinner to meet the rest of his family tomorrow night… I really like him.”

“Yeah. Of course you do. He’s your Cinderfella.”

“Cinderfella was a fairytale, Jake is… a cocky asshole who adds sauce to everything.”

“And yet you like him anyway.”

“I do. I do like him.”

“Yeah. I could tell. You going to actually do anything about it other than just… sex?”

“Do you think I should?”

“I’m not making that decision for you. But… He was learning Italian. Maybe on the off chance that he might one day meet you again. I mean. Slim to zero chances if you were actually Italian, but he was doing it anyway. He makes you laugh. His stupid sauce thing. You think it’s fucking cute and funny. It’s like he’s made you loosen up a bit and that’s… it’s good to see. I want you to be happy and more relaxed and if you have to be with a guy that adds sauce to everything to be happy then I will make sacrifices…”

“Wow. Big of you.”

“What is the worst he can say? No, right? Thanks but no thanks?”

“Yeah.”

“And what’s the best he can say?”

“I love you, lets run off to Vegas and get married?” Bradley jokes, because he’s already had the conversation with Jake, and Vi is already pushing him to asking. And Maria had been doing the same, so having family also think that they might work together. Despite the distance and jobs. To try it.

“Holy shit, you’re thinking about marrying this guy.”

“What? No I’m not.”

“You literally just mentioned running off to Vegas to get married!”

“It was hypothetical!”

“And if he asked?”

“I’d… I’d say yes,” Bradley says, but he has to hold back laughter, because he wouldn’t, but god does he want Vi to think he would.

“Oh my god, you’re serious.”

“He’s not going to propose marriage Vi.”

“Well, still more likely than him saying no to whatever it is you’re going to ask him… Bradley. You’ve met his family. Well. A sister. He’s met me, which is as much family as you have and talk to on the East Coast. You’ve shoving several months into two weeks… But do not, under any circumstances run off to fucking Vegas and get married. Aunt Silvia would kill you as soon as she caught wind of it.”

“Well, I’m not going to ask him,” Bradley says, grinning, because god he loves winding her up.

“Why not? You have to take a risk sometime…”

“I’m not going to ask him, because we already talked about it yesterday and we’re… dating. Going to try the whole long distance th-”

“Mamma Mia! Stronzo!” Vi snaps out, followed by further strings of insults in Italian and Bradley laughs at her annoyance, feels accomplished in a way that only annoying her brings.

“Yeah yeah, think of me tomorrow when I’m meeting his entire family. For the record, he has five sisters.”

“Oh… oh that’s beautiful. That’s what I call karma. Stronzo.”

“Yeah, laugh it up. Can’t be any more intimidating the Nana and Nonna.”

“True. Think you’ll take him to Italy?”

“It’s been six days. How about we just… slow it down. Take it easy.”

“Hmm. From the guy who has already decided to date him and try long distance. And yet I’m the one suggesting crazy shit.”

Bradley groans, and he knows what he’s going to ask next isn’t going to help at all in terms of making Vi think he’s not rushing into things.

“His sister clocked me as soon as I walked in by the way. She’s a fan.”

“And?”

“Jake has no idea who I am…”

“Oh… oh shit. That’s not going to work.”

“He knows my name. But he doesn’t like watching reality TV. He saw one of my recipe books, that Maria owns, and he didn’t even blink. Was just… oh, good for you. You’ve done a cook book.”

“Okay. So maybe he’s just very chill about it?”

“Maria thinks he’s oblivious and will remain oblivious.”

“Maria is…”

“His sister. She invited me to dinner. To meet everyone else. Said that Jake can be pretty blind to things even when it’s right in front of him. And that she’ll… maybe help him remain in the dark a little?”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“Not in a bad way. Just… she’s warning all of Jake’s other sisters, so they don’t make a big deal and are prepared when I turn up. She was not prepared for me to turn up, Jake had been calling me Leo the whole time. I’m lucky she just rolled with it. We’d met at the market as well, so…”

“He knows your name though right?”

“Yeah. And Maria calls me Bradley.”

“Oh. So… he knows you’re a chef, that you’ve done some books and what…?”

“That I work in a restaurant in New York. But also that I travel a lot for work. Sometimes.”

“You do travel a lot.”

“Yep.”

“Okay. Well, for the record I think you should maybe try and spell it out for him.”

“It’s kind of nice having him like me for just me…”

“Leonardo…” Vi says, and he can hear the reproach in her tone. “He already likes you. Don’t think he’s going to care about your very limited claim to fame.”

“Yeah, but you know people think of me differently when they see the TV version of me, and then meet me in person.”

“I don’t think Jake is going to be one of them.”

“Yeah? Why do you think that?”

“Because of the way he adds sauce to fucking everything. If there was a guy who cared less about what you do for a job I challenge you to find him. Salsa scandalo.”

… … …

“So… want to tell us about him?”

�� “Why bother? You’re just going to grill him tomorrow.”

Again silent looks are exchanged and Jake realizes that maybe Olivia is also an owner of Leo’s cookbook.

“Are you a fan of his?” Jake asks.

“I…” she starts, looks to Maria. “Yes.”

“Great.”

“Okay, you guys cannot make a big deal or embarrass me, okay?”

“This is the first person you’ve ever brought home. It’s kind of a big deal.”

“If you guys screw this up for me, he’ll also be the last guy I ever bring home.”

“Okay okay, we’ll be on our best behavior. We promise.”

Jake doesn’t trust that statement at all but it’s not like he has much choice in the matter.

EIGHTEEN

#Season to taste #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #AU

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yyunari · 2 years ago

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HEESEUNG 02. ⏱﹕ꕤ﹔ OFF THE RECORD NIGHT !

lee heeseung couldn’t stand hearing jake talk about his crush on y/n l/n any longer. but after he finds himself entangled with the girl in a late night conversation, perhaps his mindset shifts.

⌇＃GENRE ◠﹒fluff + (american) college au ＃PAIRING ◠﹒lee heeseung x fem! reader ＃WARNINGS ◠﹒heeseung is kind of mean and a bitch LMFAO also poor jake

if lee heeseung were to hear the name y/n l/n one more time that day, he would officially lose his shit.

it started when jake invited heeseung over to his dorm. hanging out with jake was supposed to help him relax before their midterms but as expected, the conversation had turned over to the topic of girls.

heeseung admitted to not being romantically interested in anyone. of course he found girls at their university attractive, but there wasn’t quite anyone he would see himself dating. the hot girls either had boyfriends or weren’t interested in him.

on the other hand, jake claimed that there was one girl in his major he found really pretty. he sugar coated it by saying he just admired the way she looked in a few of their classes together. that was, until jake’s roommate exposed him.

“jake has a crush on her!” sunghoon, who was jake’s roommate, stated while passing by the two in the common area.

heeseung whipped his head around at jake, who held a sheepish expression and sunghoon’s words.

for someone to get jake so flustered… heeseung wanted to know who it was.

“who’s the girl?” heeseung inquired, accompanied by a little giggle. he felt silly acting in such a way as if it was a schoolgirl crush, but even heeseung could admit that there was nothing more heart fluttering than the topic of love.

jake was hesitant to answer, but eventually he let it out.

“it’s y/n l/n, the girl who lives next door.”

at the reveal, heeseung raised an eyebrow. y/n l/n?

he was familiar with her because he also had a fair amount of classes with her. she was relatively smart and when no one had an answer to a question, she would be the one to raise her hand. she also seemed to have a kind personality and was constantly seen talking to new people each day.

and heeseung wasn’t a liar, he could even admit she was a pretty attractive girl.

but for jake to have a crush on her? she didn’t really seem to stand out all that much.

it got worse when the topic of y/n couldn’t seem to leave jake’s mouth for the rest of the night. anything they spoke about, jake would somehow tie it back to y/n.

“do you want to play genshin?” heeseung had asked at one point, hoping to move on from the girl that jake was so irrevocably in love with.

but much to his dismay, a lovesick smile overtook jake’s face as he sighed. “did you know y/n is an kazuha main? isn’t that so cute?”

no, heeseung couldn’t understand what about the girl made jake act in such a way. what was all the hype about? he would’ve understood if it was someone like park sieun or kim jiwon, both of whom were known amongst the physics majors for being extremely pretty, kind, and talented. but y/n l/n? the girl who failed to make it onto the school’s dance team? the girl who was never seen around campus and only had a presence in her classes? what was so special about her that had jake hooked?

as the night progressed and jake only spoke about her more, heeseung became sure of one thing.

jake had a horrible type in women.

after an extensive night of y/n, playing video games, binging ghibli films, more y/n, cooking food, and even more y/n, heeseung found himself ready to go back to his own dorm. after all, he did have a midterm at 9 am the next day and he didn’t want to be out too late.

“are you sure you don’t want me to walk you back to your dorm? you’re all the way on the other side of campus.” jake was correct, the walk was about 30 minutes and the idea of it made heeseung want to cry.

however, heeseung shook his head. “nah it’s alright, i can go by myself. i gotta go to the convenience store anyways and you should be trying to sleep early since your midterm is at 8 am.”

jake raised an eyebrow. “what do you need from the convenience store? i might have it here.”

“a red bull.” heeseung stated. “i don’t think i can survive all my classes plus my midterms tomorrow without one, and i definitley won’t wake up early enough to buy it in the morning.”

jake snorted. “oh yeah, you’re on your own then. i don’t believe in energy drinks and neither does sunghoon.”

heeseung just chuckled and waved at jake before heading out, mentally preparing for long, treacherous walk. a 30 minute walk wasn’t that bad in theory, but walking in the dark with a bunch of alpha delta kappa apple phi sigma ligma balls frat guys walking around making moaning noises wasn’t something heeseung was looking forward to. so he took a deep breath and made his way to the campus convenience store.

after about 15 minutes, heeseung notice the familiar sight of the store. he sighed in relief at being able to take a break from walking, and went inside.

he immediately beelined for the drink fridge, where he was able to find his beloved red bull.

10.99 for a red bull?? college is a scam. heeseung thought before proceeding to the counter to pay for his drink.

he was getting scammed, but at least he was self aware.

once the drink was paid for and in his hands, heeseung briskly walked out of the store to make it to his dorm before the frat guys could get to him. one of the asian frats in particular had been trying to get him to join for a while, and he declined each time. although, he almost joined at one point before he heard that the president was choi yeonjun and he had a bone to pick with that guy after he beat him in a singing contest.

when heeseung stepped out of the store, he noticed someone crouching down in the alley that he hadn’t seen when he walked in. he was about to leave, until he got closer and realized who it was.

y/n l/n.

was she trying to torment him on purpose? seeing her after jake blabbed his ear off about her all night was absolutely comedic.

but one thing rubbed heeseung the wrong way. what was she doing in the dark alleyway? suspicious thoughts filled his brain as he attempted to get closer to see if she was doing something weird.

though he fully expected to see the girl crouched over lines of cocaine, he was taken aback when he noticed that she was crying.

oh fuck, what do i do?! i don’t have the facilities for this…

it was then that he remembered he wanted to see what jake saw in her, so he mustered up whatever courage he had before walking up to her.

“you shouldn’t be in a dark alleyway like this, someone is going to think you’re doing drugs.”

y/n looked up at heeseung with tears in her eyes, but chuckled at his joke.

heeseung was surprised to feel his heart race a little at her laugh.

“sorry, can you not tell my ra? im trying not to get another offense.” y/n joked back despite the apparent sadness on her face.

although he wanted to go back to his dorm and relax, he couldn’t help that he wanted to see what jake saw in y/n. the opportunity was too good to pass up.

so he sat down next to her, to which y/n didn’t deny. as soon as he was on the ground, his stomach had growled.

fuck… he thought. despite eating at jake’s house, the walking made him hungry once more and he really didn’t want to buy more food.

much to his surprise, y/n reached into her bag and pulled out two onigiris. she held one out to heeseung. “want one?”

heeseung smiled at this. he thought the act of sharing her food was kind, especially since she barely knew him. he gratefully accepted the onigiri and the two began eating in silence for a moment.

that was, until heeseung started talking. “want to tell me why you were crying?”

y/n purses her lips before responding. “i don’t know, will you tell anyone about it?”

heeseung shook his head. “my mouth is shut, i promise.”

another laugh left y/n’s lips, which heeseung couldn’t tell whether it was a genuine laugh or just a side effect of all the tears she had released. “i’m just not have the best start to the semester. for one, i’ve been having a hard time adjusting from being so far away from my family. and i don’t really have a lot of friends here so i feel especially lonely.” she started.

during the pause, heeseung brought up a question. “i thought you had a lot of friends? i see you talking to people often.”

y/n shook her head. “i talk to a lot of people, but i don’t really consider myself friends with all of them. i only talk to them in my classes and i never go out. i literally just rot in my dorm all day.”

heeseung made a noise of acknowledgement, before signaling her to start again.

“i also got rejected from the dance team which was heartbreaking, because i had been dancing for 15 years of my life and to find out i wasn’t good enough to make the team really discouraged me. my roommate always invites guys over without my permission and isn’t willing to listen to me when i tell her i’m not comfortable with a guy literally sleeping in our shared room. like hello?? our beds are two feet away from each other. i’m not going to sleep in the same room as her fucking boy toy. plus, always yells on the phone when i’m trying to sleep.” y/n took a breath before continuing. “sorry, that one gets me really heated.”

heeseung laughed. “i get it though, i have a lot of classes with juhyun and she’s really rude.”

“right?! thank god i’m not the only person who thinks that. for some reason, everyone seems to adore her.” y/n rolled her eyes at the thought. “anyways, i guess the breaking point for me was when my uncle passed away. that was kind of what set me off because i was really close to him and i always considered him my second dad since he sort of looked after me whenever my parents were too busy with work.”

“i’m sorry for your loss.” heeseung frowned. “i know it can be hard to cope with these things especially since you’re far away from your family.”

y/n nodded at his assertion. it was as if he read her mind. “yeah, i think at this point i’ve cried enough about it that i’m just kind of in shock.”

the two sat there for a moment in silence, basking in the calming atmosphere. for some reason, heeseung didn’t find it awkward to be around y/n. he figured it was because she was such an easy person to get along with that he could find himself so calmed by being around her.

if he just ignored the heat filling up his cheeks then perhaps that was the reason.

“so, what about you?” y/n spoke up after about a minute. “is there anything on your mind?”

heeseung was surprised that she asked. he hadn’t expected her to think about him, but nonetheless he answered. “not exactly, i guess i’m just stressed about midterms but isn’t everyone?”

y/n groaned. “oh shit, i forgot… the math midterm is tomorrow.” she begrudgingly took her phone out of her pocket and pulled up a google document of her study guide. “i guess i should start reviewing, but i don’t get any of this finance shit. i mean, i’m a physics major. why do i need to know money?!”

when y/n noticed heeseung’s teasing smile, she pointed an accusing finger at him. “why are you laughing at me, are you good at finance?”

heeseung just shrugged. “i dabble.” he left out the fact that he was the secretary for the anime club. after all, it didn’t feel relevant because truthfully he didn’t have many finances to deal with. and he didn’t want y/n to know he was involved in the anime club of all things. “do you need help? i can go over your study guide with you.”

shaking her head, y/n shut off her phone. “nah, i think i’ll be fine. i’m pretty good at remembering things from class so i think i can pull stuff from my ass.”

“oh right, i forgot you’re an academic weapon.” heeseung teased. “yet somehow you’re not understanding finance.”

“it’s not my fault the universe is against me this semester!”

heeseung recalled what she had told him previously about her troubles. “touché.”

there was a moment of silence, in which heeseung opted to check the time on his phone. it was nearing midnight, and he was nowhere near his dorm.

he pondered the idea of ending the conversation there and trying to get a good nights rest before the midterm. however as he looked back up at y/n and her unreadable expression, there was something within him that told him to stay. perhaps it was the unusual rhythm of his heart that he wanted to explore a bit more, or maybe even the way his eyes always trailed towards her. whatever it was, he decided to listen to his body and stay.

"hey heeseung, what's your favorite movie?" y/n inquired out of the blue, interrupting heeseung’s inner thoughts. “i’m just wondering. i feel like people’s favorite movies say a lot about them and i want to get to know you more.”

that made his eyes widen ever so slightly. the idea that his curiousity for the other was reciprocated was heartwarming in a way.

"why the sudden question?" heeseung teased once more. seeing her roll her eyes, he quickly corrected himself. "i'm teasing, it's whisper of the heart.”

y/n abruptly gasped. "you like studio ghibli too?"

heeseung’s heart fluttered with eagerness once he heard that she enjoyed watching ghibli films, as one of his guilty pleasures was that he took comfort in those movies, seeing as they took up a considerable part of her childhood. for a guy with his reputation, it would seem unlikely. so he kept his love hidden, with his older sister being the only one aware. she had a similar relationship to the films, having introduced them to heeseung in the first place. the latter ever so faintly smiled at the memory of him and his sister at their last studio ghibli movie binge.

"yeah, i love it!"

y/n scooted close to him, glad to have started that conversation. giggles erupted from her chest, her inner child peaking through which heeseung found extremely cute. “which are your favorites?"

heeseung thought for a few seconds. "well besides whisper of the heart, ponyo and kiki's delivery service"

"dude, ponyo is fucking amazing" y/n wistfully sighed, leaning back a bit with a nostalgia filled expression. "those movies are basically my childhood"

"s-same here" heeseung spoke, stuttering out of shock.

y/n abruptly sat up, reaching down to grab her phone. heeseung could roughly make out her phone case, which had the design of the twin stars from sanrio. it made him curious of whether or not she liked sanrio, and what other things she was interested in.

"i saw this really cool fanart of san from princess mononoke. it looks really realistic— almost painfully realistic! here, i think you would like it"

and she did, her phone displayed a captivating composition she found on instagram, a rather enthralling redraw of one of the scenes in princess mononoke. it was one that heeseung had trouble keeping his eyes off of, gaping at it with a slightly open mouth and wide eyes. his expression conveyed how amazed he truly was.

"it's... wonderful" he sighed out, a dreamy essence overtaking his aura. "it almost looks like official art.”

y/n cheekily grinned, letting her phone fall on her lap. "right?? it's so good"

the two became peaceful for a bit as the conversation died down and opted to listen to the ambiance of the night. both were becoming increasingly aware of just how truly late it was, but neither really minded that fact.

something undeniable were the small glances they kept making to each other, both wanting to start up the conversation again but were just a little too flustered to do so.

although they hadn’t ever spoken before that point, heeseung found it easy to be comfortable around y/n. words seemed to just spill out around her, and he couldn’t quite control it. he figured y/n felt the same judging by how she opened up so quickly to him.

until his previous conversation had registered within him, and he nearly doubled over in repulsion. heeseung had caught himself enjoying their short yet stirring exchange, more so than he had anticipated. not that he expected much at all, because it had started from the fact that heeseung wanted to see what jake saw in y/n.

unwillingly, he found himself understanding things from jakes perspective. he would have preferred if he didn't like the conversation but rather despised it and despised her.

the fact that heeseung had a conversation with her and thoroughly enjoyed it was nothing less than worrisome, and he couldn't help but wonder if he had anything wrong with him that day.

despite that discovery, one thing still wandered on heeseung’s mind.

what exactly made y/n l/n so special?

yes, he found her easy to get along with. and he did enjoy her company. and yes, something about her made his heart flutter a bit.

but he still couldn’t pin point what made jake so infatuated.

as heeseung examined y/n to see figure it out, the girl started giggling which confused heeseung. what was she laughing about?

“sorry i don’t mean to laugh but,” y/n put her hand to her mouth to control her giggles. “you just look so cute right now with your expression.”

heeseung stopped at this. was she flirting with him? he couldn’t deny anymore that she was constantly making him flustered.

“so, you think im cute?” heeseung asked with a wide smile on his face. “you’re not too bad looking yourself, y/n.”

not too bad looking was an understatement. under the moonlight and beneath the stars, y/n seemed to be the most ethereal being heeseung had ever laid eyes on. he felt all his previous assumptions about y/n disappearing in that one moment.

at heeseung’s compliment, y/n just shyly smiled. one thought crossed his mind.

is her heart racing like mine right now?

he hoped he wasn’t alone in the feeling.

after a slight moment where y/n looked as though she were contemplating something, she spoke once again. “there is… another reason i laughed.” y/n whispered out.

before he could ask for the reason, y/n slowly leaned closer to heeseung. they were already at a close proximity by sitting next to each other, but her closing that small distance made his eyes widen and lips part.

for a second, heeseung considered kissing her. but wouldn’t that be wrong? kissing his close friend’s crush? heeseung couldn’t do that to jake, even if deep down, he wanted to.

but before he could even try to complete the kiss, he heard her whisper.

“may i?”

the thought of jake completely left heeseung’s mind in that moment as he nodded.

heeseung could only feel the beating of his heart and y/n’s warm breath on his face. he could only perceive her presence, as the world seemed to fade into nothingness. each second bridged the gap between them being strangers and them becoming involved with one another. whatever would follow, heeseung was nervous for.

but as y/n inched closer and closer to his face, he felt her soft lips make contact with the side of his own. they lightly brushed on the corners of his mouth, making a small notice that they were even there to begin with.

“you had a piece of rice on your face.”

as realization and embarrassment filled heeseung’s entire being, y/n burst out into a fit of giggles.

“oh, you’re so evil for that.” heeseung rolled his eyes. at that, y/n just shrugged.

“i’m just trying to keep you on your toes.”

as the night progressed and their late night conversation continued, heeseung hoped it would stay off the record and jake wouldn’t find out. he felt guilty for basically kissing his friend’s crush. but anothe side of him was glad that it happened, because it made him realize something.

the problem was never what was special about y/n, it was what was wrong with heeseung’s mindset. he realized that liking someone never needed any justification, that the person never had to be perfect for the person’s crush on them to make sense. it didn’t even need to make sense in the first place.

there never really seemed to be anything special about y/n, yet in jake’s eyes she was the most admirable person.

he realized that jake liked y/n because he found all aspects of her beautiful.

and perhaps heeseung was starting to as well.

authors note. i wrote this impulsively on the plane bc i got bored 👹 i think my best ideas come when i’m on planes bc this is the second time i’ve cooked smt up in a plane. also lmk if i should do a part two that’s like heeseung x y/n x jake 🤓☝️

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eggroll-sama · 1 year ago

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Touchstarved Demo Review

Played the demo of Touchstarved and I can’t get it out of my head. Refreshing tumblr every three seconds to read people’s stances on the game so I’m going to do it myself. Here’s are my current stances on the characters.

KURAS

Rather secluded and to himself, initial reactions wise I was disappointed in not getting to know more about him in the demo. but at the same time, the demo set the stage for what exactly I could expect from his route. Slow-burn. Much like what I expect Mhin’s route to be like, but moreso focused on getting to know his past. He doesn’t voice his internal struggles because he has a firm barrier he sets between himself and other, probably hates getting too close to human’s because he is immortal and doesn’t like the idea of getting attached to things that are temporary.

Also, after listening to the Q and A on YouTube and how supposedly Kuras will do some messed up shit in his route, I’m really excited to see what’s up with this tight-lipped doctor. He is definitely not the nice, charitable doctor that he is known for in Lowtown.

On a positive note, his design is probably my favorite in the game! Very unique, gorgeous, and ethereal, so pretty that I know if he existed in real life he’d be out of my league and would be popular just because of how jaw-droppingly gorgeous he is. Mr Steal your girl, but he’s respectful so he won’t be a home wrecker.

(More reviews under the cut)

LEANDER

A character that I thought looked so suspicious and weirded out, but fell in love with when playing the game. I thought he looked like a psychopath!

Because I’m a stupid, easily manipulated dumbass, I initially didn’t really capture his red flags when playing the demo. Every time he let me touch him, my heart beat wouldn’t stop! And his blush is so adorable. He seemed like the trustworthy nice-guy that just wanted to help a poor soul out. And uh, chest. The chest really had an effect on me and his entire outfit didn’t help. Black turtle necks awaken something in me, yknow? And the belts? Hoe energy.

After replaying the demo a few times, it just stands out to me how much of a player he is. Before realizing MC was at the bar because of Kuras, he was in flirting mode and probably considering MC to be part of his escapades. The disappointment in his tone and face when he found out MC was there for business 😂😂.

We get the most information of Leander from the special conversation with the characters so I am quite pumped to know what exactly this guy is about, cuz each person has varying, colorful opinions on him. I find it so funny that Vere, the most flirtatious in the game, is weirded out by shameless Leander is. Maybe that is Leander’s flaw? The leader of the Bloodhounds, envied by many and respected by most, is the most submissive and horny bitch on the planet. Ok ok, I’m done. But I could go on and on about this man.

(Side note, Mhin and Leander definitely had a drunken one night stand. And Mhin absolutely regretted it)

Even after reading all the theories on how sus he is, his interactions were probably my favorite in the entire game. I’m just so intrigued by him.

VERE

Not the biggest fan of Vere. I’m not into animal ears and tails.

Im going to be honest in real life I would be flustered by Vere’s advances and probably feel a sort of fascination towards him echen to attraction, but he’s not really the type that I want to romance in games. Also the fact of the matter is is that sexual innuendoes just not my thing, especially when it comes to first impressions. And my first impression was getting my key stolen so nice.

Irl Vere can be acquaintances at most. I would be there just to hear the juiciest details about some drama. He would always have some snarky comment that would make me laugh. I love some dark humor. But at the same time, he’s dangerous af. I wouldn’t want to get too close to him. He has major issues and idk when he would snap, that’s the scary part! If I tease him playfully and he was not in the mood, off goes my head.

I like his relationship with Ais, adds more juiciness to the story. Love me some love triangles. Reminds me of Rime and Felix relationship in Last Legacy.

I would like the challenge of winning him over though. Because his route would probably be so unpredictable and challenging, I feel more motivated to play and invest in his story

AIS

I love his character design! Probably my second favorite in the game. Ais exudes confidence, competence, and strength. Major main character vibes from Ais. I’m guessing that’s why Leander hates him. HOW DARE YOU BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION, LITERALLY THE CENTER OF ALL THE PROMO ART YOU FUCKIN BASTAR-

I personally do not feel that much of a love connection towards Ais as much as Leander. More like, I chill with you. I could grab a drink with you and talk about life. Yes. Maybe when I play his route they’ll prove me wrong. Im still curious about him so can’t wait to play his route. But I don’t see much of a red flag in him as the others, he just seems like a chill guy that went through hell. I’m guessing he’ll show his dark sides in his route.

It’s concerning that he’s attracted to Vere cuz Vere is…Vere. Problematic. Chaotic. An Asshole. Hmmm, is Ais technically an enabler? Yes, but Ais also starts bar fights. They’re both bad. It’s also interesting how generally people would say ethically good qualities on why they are attracted to someone but no, Ais is just like “yeah he’s an asshole, you can trust him just don’t listen to anything he says.” It’s hilarious. That also contrasts with Leander’s bio how he sees Vere as a damsel in distress cuz he’s delusional and has white knight syndrome, while Ais sees people who they are because he’s the black sheep “that have the clearest view of the world.” That’s probably why Vere loves him. Ais is the only person that sees his crappiness and still likes him. What a Chad :,)

MHIN

They reminds me of a friend I have. Quiet, standoffish, takes time to open up, a MASSIVE sweet tooth. I really want to pet their heads but I know they’re going to smack it away if I even try to touch. 😭😭

Mhin, the angsty teen. Considering Mhin’s bad temperament and similar curse thing with MC, I’m going to guess it’ll have major Beauty and the Beast vibes. Tempermental Mhin and MC who would turn them into a better person and teach them how to love themselves, with or without the curse.

The friendship with Mhin and Kuras make a lot of sense. Mhin feels at peace with Kuras cuz he’s a good listener and the only introvert in the friend group. Mhin needs someone that won’t try to annoy them like Leander or Vere. But I remember listening to the stream with the developers, and they were saying how terrible Kuras is and can’t wait for people to find out about it. Will Mhin feel betrayed when they find out the truth about Kuras? Do they already know? So many questions.

#touchstarved #touchstarved leander #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved ais #touchstarved Kuras #touchstarved Vere #touchstarved game

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teecupangel · 9 months ago

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unhinged idea i had: desmond and the modern persona series. i am leaning on 3 or 5 because 3 matches desmond well with the whole death thing and it's my favorite in the franchise but also phantom thief desmond... i have no idea how we can incorporate this into ac but maybe desmond is a wild card??? possibly???

Here’s the Desmond in Persona 5 idea we had before and here’s the Desmond in Persona 3 idea we also had before.

Since you did specify Modern Persona series and Persona 4 has always been my favorite of the three, we’re going to go for Desmond arriving in Inaba in the strangest of way…

He was found dangled on one of the telephone poles, right arm heavily burned and unconscious.

He was in a coma for a week before waking up and he thought “they’d definitely give me to Interpol and I’d get taken by Abstergo if I tell them my real identity” so he pretended to have amnesia. So for a few weeks, he’s known as John-san.

And during those few weeks, he was allowed access to a phone to check the net and try and see if he can remember anything.

The first thing he noticed was the date.

2011.

Okay.

That was a lie.

The first thing he noticed was that there was no mention of Abstergo anywhere at all. No ads. Nothing.

So he didn’t even think he timetraveled a year before his death.

No.

Without Abstergo…

He was in a different world.

Fuck.

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He had to be discharged from the hospital once he was deemed healthy enough and Dojima helped him find a home he can rent and work.

Work turned out to become an employee at Junes because, quoting the manager, Desmond’s foreign looks will attract customers. He works in one of the stands and that specific stand (selling grilled meat and juice) got a 50% increase in profit.

The actual real reason why Dojima helped Desmond stay in Inaba is because he’s super sus of him. His face and fingerprint came up zilch and he even asked ‘favor’ from an American government official (who may or may not be part of a certain intelligent agency) find anything about him.

He casually flirts with Adachi whenever he sees the police officer around Junes. Adachi always splutters and make a fool of himself while Dojima sighs and tells Desmond to stop screwing around. The reason why Desmond is trying to get under Adachi’s skin is because there’s something about him that makes Desmond feel… something. Like he should be looking at something but he doesn’t know what he should be looking at in the first place.

By the time Yu comes to Inaba, Desmond has been staying for three months… trying to get a feel of this world by pretending he was ‘relearning the world’. His Japanese is better know and not as archaic as it was before (he still doesn’t know which Bleed knows Japanese but he’ll take it).

Overall, he’s integrated himself in the small town of Inaba quite well.

Then the murder of Yamano Mayumi happened and Desmond gets roped in because she was found on the cables near a telephone pole, very similar to how Desmond was found.

The police is, of course, suspicious of Desmond. He’s connected to this, either as the first victim who survived or as the culprit/accomplice.

Desmond is definitely curious about what’s happening and that’s when he heard kids… well… talking about the murder.

Desmond wasn’t going to pass it off as kids being kids because he knows what teenagers are capable (Ratonhnhaké:ton being a good example and also Altaïr but Altaïr’s childhood was fucked up from the start in his eyes anyway) so he follows them.

… into the TV because fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? He’d die?

In this one, Desmond serves more as their adult supervision who can’t fight because he has no Persona. They also leave him in the entrance and he’s annoyed by this until… the day Chie joins them after awakening her Persona, he hears a voice.

It’s a man clad in what looks like Assassin robes of some kind, dirty and worn out. Yu, Yosuke, Teddie, and Chie returned (without Yukiko because they need a break) to find Desmond and the hooded figure talking about how Desmond is powerless. He had always been powerless. Nothing has changed.

“All those sacrifices. All those suffering… and for what? You are still as powerless as you have always been, Desmond Miles. Even the strength you have now was never yours from the very beginning. Your strength exists because of their death.”

This finally makes Desmond hit the hooded figure with a right hook and his hood falls off, revealing it was Desmond’s shadow.

But this shadow was old with the golden glow of the Apple on his skin. Desmond, of course, tells him that he wasn’t him and this turns into a boss fight with Yu and the team.

Desmond notices while they fight that his shadow’s fighting style slightly shifts at times and he recognizes each of those shifts because the tell were the small tells he knows his Bleeds would make. He manages to help the team defeat his shadow but telling them what his shadow’s move will be and it ends with Desmond accepting the fact that, yes, his strength did come from others but it was his to use as he sees fit. That he has to accept that the choices he made did mean his ancestors’ actions and sacrifices were for nothing.

And that…

he has to keep moving forward from that.

That’s how his shadow turned into his Persona and how he’s now able to join the team.

(I think for this one, Desmond should only have one Persona unlike in the other Persona ideas. He’s Arcana can still be the Fool because he is starting from the ‘beginning’ or he can also be the World/Aeon if you want to shake it up. His Persona can still shift into three ‘forms’ and his ultimate Persona makes him able to shift into 2 more forms)

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: persona #persona 4 #imma be honest #my favorite modern persona series may be 4 #but my favorite persona of all is p2 eternal punishment #played it as a kid #did not understand a lot of it #but it started me with my love of mythology and folklore #also had the biggest crush of tatsuya as a kid XD

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the-world-of-nai · 1 year ago

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birth chart analysis: harry styles

today we are analyzing our air king, harry styles. i have noticed i've only been analyzing women so i wanted to switch it up. harry's chart kinda scares me, at least his big 6. anyways, let's get to it!

DISCLAIMER: this is just my interpretation of and opinion on his chart. it is not absolute truth, nor do you have to agree with it, but i'd like to hear your thoughts in the comments :) every sign has its shadow traits. i have aquarius and libra in my chart, but i will be pointing out the shadow traits of these signs. astrology is just for fun, not that deep. i feel the need to make this disclaimer as people are seemingly offended by some of my astro notes...

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sun in ♒︎, 11°

ah yes, the aqua sun. what is there not to love? the pickmeisha behaviour? the emotional unavailability? the know it all syndrome? LOL ANYWAYSSSS BEFORE ALL THE BUTTHURT PEOPLE COMMENT I WAS JUST KIDDINGGGGGGG (i am an aqua myself, okay? i'm allowed to make these jokes💅). so this placement makes harry a mercury influenced aqua (if u are dumb that just means he is an aqua with some gemini vibes sprinkled onto him). off the bat, we can say that harry is a humanitarian at heart. he wants to change the world and be known for some big innovation. he has a way with words. he likes to learn new things, but he is quite set in his own convictions. harry believes that he is smarter than most people, and he is probably right. developed aquarians are open-minded, but they are hardly wrong about things so their beliefs/convictions don't change much. the shadow side to this is (drumroll plz) KNOW IT ALL SYNDROME!!! with all that aqua in his chart, harry believes himself to be a genius but he is also above the school and education system. 2 cool for skool. did i mention how rebellious he is? harry is a stubborn person in general. he is either super traditional, or super liberal in his beliefs. he does not like to follow the crowd. he likes to come to his own conclusions on things and he has a dislike of sorts for those who cannot think for themselves. harry is eccentric, social, friendly, accepting of others, and a bit flighty if anything. he has some special snowflake syndrome for sure. he likes getting attention for his innovative ideas. he wants to be a pioneer of sorts. he likes to stand out for his uniqueness, so to speak. he wants to help the world and make it a better place. i mean, just look at his merch LOL. he wants to encourage people to be their most authentic selves, because he cannot imagine not living that way.

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moon in ♎︎, 11°

bro idk what it is with these celebs and libra moons! 3/4 of my analysis now have libra moons. it does add up though because libra moons value social status and luxury. harry is charming, emotionally aloof, attractive, and likeable. he is someone who does not like conflict. he values peace, harmony, and manners. MANNERSSSS. he is polite and sweet to people. he may be fake sometimes and pretend to like people who he doesn't like lol. he knows how to make others like/trust him and he can easily use this to his advantage (read: take advantage of other ppl after making them feel special and showering them with compliments!!). overall, he is very concerned with what is right. he will stand up to bullies, esp with that aqua influence. he likes fashion, luxury, status. he cares a good deal about his looks. he can be quite experimental/unique in his fashion tastes. he is not a very emotionally reactive person. it is rare to see him yell or get very angry. he is calm, cool, collected. a people pleaser at heart. he may have a strong conscience/gets guilty easily. he is indecisive on his feelings. he is a romantic and he longs to be in a partnership. he is very social and always wants to be around people because it energizes him, gives him meaning. the approval of others is important for his self esteem. without it, he may feel empty inside.

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asc in ♎︎, 28°

again, it is all about the MANNERSS with this man. he is so polite and charming. all smiles and compliments. a 'gentleman' so to speak. he is medium tall, beautiful smile, pretty boy. always well kempt and effortless beauty. quite aloof and detached when you meet him (and lowkey always cuz like he's all air). he is the type of person that u meet and u swear he was flirting with you, but then u see that he flirts with everyone LOLLLLLLLLL. he may be a hugger. makes people feel quite special. again, cares a good deal about his looks. to harry, meeting new people is like a game: how fast can i make this person like me???

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mercury in ♒︎

okay harry, we get it. you are not like other girls!! with mercury in aqua, harry likes to learn. he likes to write. he may be good at learning languages. he has a way with words, albeit a bit of a unique way. he is curious. he is fun to speak to. he may be interested in weird niche things like the occult, anime, poetry, etc. he likes to know about the world. could also be into debating and/or politics, esp with that libra in his chart.

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venus in ♒︎

more aqua, are we shocked?? taylor swift also has a venus in aqua,,, soulmates? so basically this means many things. harry treats his lover like his best friend. this can make his lover wonder if they're even special at all lol. to his loved ones, harry is generous, caring, friendly, accepting, understanding, and quirky. though he is non-committal and flighty as well. he values mental connection above all else. he wants someone who he can have good conversations with; someone who stimulates him mentally. he may be the type who is open to poly relationships LOLLLLLLLLLL or like sexual experimentation?? with all this aqua lmao. he has a very unique/eccentric sense of style.

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mars in ♒︎

harry does NOT CAREEEEEEE. he does not get mad or vengeful, he is a just a go with a flow dude who wants to have a good time. harry does not hold grudges either lol. again, he is rebellious and marches to the beat of his own drum. he does not like to be told what to do. he honestly could not give less of a fck what other people r sayin. he has his own methods when it comes to getting his projects done. his work ethic is: i will work when i feel like it! and if u tell him to work, he is less likely to do it because it triggers his aqua rebellion instincts.

anyways it's kinda hard to elaborate further cuz this man is just an aquarius through and through LOL.

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thank you all for reading! lmk your thoughts below. who should i do next??

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randomtacoscry · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday!

We're back! (sort of) This is the first thing I've written in a minute and is also the first smutty thing I've attempted so yeah... I am good with constructive criticisms and tips though if you have any <3 thanks! Specs: Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Word Count: 2,636 Bradley's POV: Narrative/3rd Person Warnings: Sexual Content, Implied Drunk Sex Fic after break:

God he needs a drink.

Bradley strolls over to the bar, asking for a shot of whatever’s strong so he can begin to feel the lights blur a bit. He should probably loosen up if he’s going to try and pick up someone.

Bradley came late, which means all of his fellow pilots and their WSOs have been here for a few, already drinking and talking. Bradley doesn’t really care about that though considering he gets by on being cordial and playing a few hits on the piano every once in a blue moon. His only friend he cares about is Nat, who he is currently scanning the room for but is unable to find. His eyes flick over to that pilot- that golden boy, preppy-ass, southern belle, grade-A asshole pilot. And he looks good- of course. Bradley rolls his eyes to himself because the fucking guy could wear ribbed jeans and a ratted tee and still look like a goddamn model, but tonight, as per usual, the man’s wearing his service khakis, which are also known as the sluttiest uniform in the Navy. Of course Bradley isn’t the only one looking to get lucky tonight- it’s just now, Bradley is going to have to actively ignore the other man for reasons he isn’t quite willing to disclose to himself tonight. Bradley practically hates the guy, so a stupid, reluctant attraction to him isn’t exactly the best thing to have on top of work and his romantic life. God, he just needs to get laid already.

“You’re pathetic.” He hears the familiar voice of his friend as she saddles up beside him, leaning her arms on the bar. Bradley looks over to her confused- and well, slightly insulted- and she smirks to herself. “Why don’t you stop eyefucking Seresin and either make a move, or go pick up one of those all-american, worships-the-ground-you-walk-on girls?” Bradley would cover her mouth when she’s yelling about Bradley’s eyefucking (totally inaccurately, he tells himself) if he didn’t know she would break his wrist if he tried. So, instead, he just widens his eyes and leans closer to her.

“I’m not-” He huffs out a breath before lowering his voice to continue, “eyefucking him.” She looks at him knowingly as Bradley keeps talking. “I was looking for you.”

“Right, right. Of course.” Natasha’s voice is sarcastically stoic and Bradley can’t help but give her a ‘seriously?’ face back. She smiles before turning back to the bar. “That girl looks nice.�� Bradley follows her eyes to a brunette ordering a drink at the bar. She’s smiling and laughing with the bartender and Bradley notices her friend walk up behind her. She does look nice.

“Okay, she does.” Bradley turns to Nat nodding and she nudges him with a smirk.

“Look’s like her friend’s playing wingwoman,” Bradley looks over to see the brunette’s friend nodding in his direction and she looks directly at him. “Go on.” Nat nudges him again and Bradley makes his way over to the bar.

“Hey.” He ducks his head before leaning on the bar and the girl turns her head to fully look at him.

“Hi,” She smiles before holding out her hand and Bradley can hear a hint of a southern accent, “I’m Dani.” He meets her shake before she continues, “Well, Danielle, but most people call me Dani.” Her sweet smile and genuine laugh is somewhat refreshing to the girls he normally meets at the bars. He also notes that her friend has slowly shifted away from their conversation, letting them talk.

“Bradley, nice to meet you.”

“So, what brings you here tonight Bradley?” Her southern accent is familiar, sort of reminds him of the way his mom would talk, but Bradley shifts his thoughts away from that point.

“Night off.” She tilts her head curious and Bradley knows his answer is going to change things already. “Navy, pilot.”

“You’re not in uniform…” She says it teasingly but the accent now reminds her of another pilot- one he definitely does not want to think of right now.

“Well, some of us like to wear our civvies on our days off.” She smiles before biting her bottom lip and Bradley can see the Navy-speak clearly had its intended effect. He isn’t looking for a relationship, just a hook-up so it’s good if she’s just seeing Bradley for the Navy brawn he is.

“So, you gonna buy me a drink? Or is chivalry dead already?” He laughs before calling for the bartender and she finishes off the beer in her hands.

A half hour later, the lights are a lot more hazy and “Dani” has gotten a lot more drunk than Bradley thought she would. Good news is, she’s a fun drunk. Bad news, she’s also incredibly loud and Bradley can’t say he’s loving it.

“Hey,” Bradley turns away from Dani at the bar to see Nat behind him, “hey!”

“Yeah?” Nat cups her hands around her mouth and leans up to Bradley’s ear.

“I’m heading out!” Bradley nods and she leans back up to him, “I’ll see you!” She steps back and Bradley waves her goodbye before watching her head over to Hangman, who is clearly making eyes at a girl at the bar, and Coyote. They exchange a couple of words before Nat wraps her arm around Javy’s shoulders and they make their way out of the bar- guess she got a ride.

“I like you!” Dani turns towards Bradley and places her arms on his shoulders pulling him closer.

“Do you?” He teases, smiling at her (god she’s really drunk).

“Bradshaw!” He hears a familiar voice echo through the bar and Bradley almost wants to run out. He looks over to the origin to find a smug Hangman staring right at him and can suddenly feel the alcohol starting to hit him with a heat wave. “Shots!” The man points a finger right at him and Bradley can feel the bar’s patrons turn to look at him. He turns away with a smirk before finding Jake right next to him.

“I don’t think so.” Bradley sees Hangman’s eyes lock with his and can practically feel them turn competitive.

“What? He smirks before continuing, “You scared?” A sharp smile paints his face as he challenges Bradley and he can’t help trying to play nonchalant- it’s how he was raised, and no hotshot pilot was going to make him doubt his drinking abilities.

“You wish.” Bradley can’t help but scoff at the other man because he’s so damn good at getting on his last nerves. Bradley almost wants to beat him at a drinking competition just to humble his egotistical ass.

“Just do it!” And before Bradley knows it, Dani’s shoving them chest-to-chest and telling him to win- and well, Bradley? He’s not one to back down from a challenge.

Bradley hears his alarm muffled first thing when he wakes up. He feels his sheets being warmer than usual and smells a lighter, woodier scent. Bradley leans over to his bedside table to shut off the alarm before realizing it’s not there. He follows the sound to the ground to see a pair of jeans wrinkled with-

“Shut it off!” Bradley jerks to hear a voice behind him leans over the bed to get hold of the phone. “Off!” Bradley can’t help rolling his eyes at whoever’s in the bed with him as he clicks the snooze.

Wait.

Someone is with him. Like, in his bed.

Bradley quickly leans up and turns to find a familiar blond looking at him confused and Bradley wants to punch himself for getting so drunk last night. A few hazy memories bubble up to the surface and Bradley can see flashes of a shitty bottle of vodka and Hangman panting with his head thrown back in pleasure.

Bradley quickly shifts his mind to the fact that he has the world’s worst hangover right now. “What the fuck happened?” He curses his voice for being so groggy and rubs his hand down his face to wake up.

“Um,” Hangman hesitates so Bradley immediately gets nervous for the next words that come out of his mouth, “Are you wearing any clothes?” Bradley notices that he is completely naked under the sheets and his mind jumps back to the image of Hangman; back arched, underneath Bradley, eyes fluttering- nope. Bradley’s not going to think about that, not at all. Not just because it goes against everything Bradley has told himself in regards to Hangman, but also because it’s somewhat disrespectful to remember someone in a position that they likely didn’t approve of or remember.

Bradley mutters a “Nope.” under his breath and the regrets of last night begin hitting him hard. At least it’s their day off but seriously, the hangover’s a major bitch already. Bradley notices Hangman shift in his periphery before turning to look over at him.

“Well, I’m gonna get dressed.” Any shock on the man’s face is long gone, like he’s already come to terms with everything, and he flips his legs off the bed before shoving the comforter back.

“C’mon man,” Bradley quickly shifts his gaze away from Hangman as he stands up to walk around the bed.

“What, like you’ve never seen me naked?” Bradley can’t bring himself to look at the man in front of him but hears him make his way out of the room, picking up his clothes around Bradley’s assignment.

Bradley takes a deep breath in and out before deciding to get up. Placing on a pair of gray sweats, Bradley walks out of the room to find Hangman sitting at the counter, plugging in his phone.

“Hey.” Bradley makes his way into the kitchen and Jake turns to look up at him.

“Hey.” The response is somehow sarcastic but frankly, Bradley’s too tired to roll his eyes at Hangman right now.

“Coffee?” Bradley turns to start the stove and places the kettle on the burner. He turns his back to the counter and sees Hangman making his way around the island and in front of Bradley.

“Sure.” Bradley nods in acknowledgement before turning to grab two mugs and placing them on the counter. He’s honestly just trying to figure out a way to bring up what happened last night without it being awkward between the two of them. Honestly, Bradley didn’t even know Jake swung that way so that was enough shock in itself (let alone hooking up with him in his own assignment).

Bradley turns back around to see Hangman leaning against the counter across from him, arms crossed, just watching him put instant coffee in their mugs. He matches the other pilot’s pose, placing his hands on the counter behind him, and takes a breath. “About,” Bradley sighs again and is beginning to wonder why this is so damn difficult to talk about, “last night.” Hangman immediately rolls his eyes and Bradley is now remembering why he hates having conversations with him.

“What about it?” The guy already sounds put out and Bradley’s said three words.

“I think we should talk about it.” Hangman rolls his eyes again (god that’s starting to get really annoying) and he looks back at Bradley.

“Why?”

“Well, I think it’s kind of important.” Bradley shouldn’t have to explain the concept of consequences to him but maybe since Hangman's never experienced them, he needed a refresher. He clearly forgot about the entire DADT thing that’s going on and the whole ‘we hate each other’ rivalry that’s been present for the past year.

“You know me Bradley,” He almost punches the asshole for saying his name, “actions are worth more than words.” What the fuck does that mean?

“What?” Honestly, Hangman was starting to get on his last nerves again.

“I said,” Hangman lightly pushes himself off the counter, “actions,” he takes a step in Bradley’s direction to be safe few inches away, “are better,” he leans towards Bradley and he can feel the light fabric of the man’s shirt graze his bare torso, “than words.” Bradley follows Hangman’s movements as he sinks himself to his knees and he can feel his throat dry out.

Bradley can’t seem to stop the deep breaths that are coming out of his mouth as Hangman lightly touches the skin above his waistband. He looks up at Bradley and they lock eyes- shit. Bradley knows he can read his open and shocked expression like a book. “Tell me no and I’ll stop.” Hangman lets a breathier voice come out and Bradley can feel himself getting hard with just the other pilot’s hands on his hips.

Hangman’s hands slowly slide down the elastic band of Bradley’s sweats and he fights the urge to place his hand on Hangman’s head so soon. He feels his dick spring free of his sweats and all the sudden, a stripe is licked up from the base to the tip. Bradley can’t help but look down and can see Hangman’s coy smile as he flicks his tongue lightly over the slit of Bradley’s cock. He slowly urges it deeper into his mouth, licking underneath as he moves back and forth. Bradley can feel the heat radiating through his body, bolts of pleasure shooting through him as Hangman applies pressure to the most sensitive spots.

God, he’s way too fucking good at this.

Hands press into Bradley’s thighs as his cock is pushed deeper into Hangman’s mouth and he can’t help but lean his head back to breathe. His hand naturally goes to the short, soft hair of the pilot and he lightly presses Hangman towards the base of his dick. To Bradley’s surprise, Hangman obliges, beginning to deepthroat Bradley’s cock and he quickly becomes aware of how close he is. Bradley’s never been one to make much noise but he can’t help the deep moans coming out of his mouth as Hangman picks up his speed.

“I’m gonna..” Bradley pants out the words while trying to keep his head on straight but the intense pleasure coursing through him is almost too much to bear. He uses his hand to pull the hair on Hangman’s head lightly, getting him to ease up, but he’s still dragging his tongue back and forth against Bradley’s cock. “I’m..” Bradley looks down at the man below him and can see the tears in the corners of his eyes. He looks up to make eye contact, and Bradley almost finishes right then. He nods and Bradley tries to say it again. “I’m gonna..” Hangman’s nods get more violent before he places his attention on Bradley’s dick again, bobbing back and forth before his right hand moves along the base quickly. Bradley can feel that it’s the final straw with cock starting to hurt and the heat coursing through his veins.

“Fuck..” Bradley moans before letting himself go, and he can feel Hangman’s mouth come off his cock. His tongue traces the residue on the tip of Bradley’s dick before he locks his eyes with Bradley’s again and swallows.

Hangman leans back on his heels, letting himself breathe for a second, before the cocky smirk paints his face again. He slowly stands up and Bradley leans down to pull up his sweats while reminding himself to shower the second the other man leaves. Hangman quickly turns around to run his hands under the faucet before drying them and Bradley’s just trying to catch his breath. Honestly, did that just happen?

Hangman turns back around and points at the kettle, “I think it’s done.” He smiles almost innocently and Bradley nods before filling the two mugs silently. This just made everything a whole lot more complicated between the two of them. Hangman takes his mug from Bradley with a smirk, lightly brushing their hands together and Bradley can feel himself getting hot again.

#top gun #top gun maverick #sereshaw #hangster #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #wip wednesday #wip #long reads #fic writing #fics #my fic #bradley x jake #rooster x hangman

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gunkbaby · 9 months ago

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Nothing against shuuneki/tsukikane as a ship but i have a pretty strong gripe with the argument about it being ‘literally canon’

from the perspective of Shuu and Shuu alone, you could say that shuuneki is canon (r we still allowed to call it shuuneki? That’s what I’ve always known it as, but i see most ppl nowadays call it tsukikane more??? ) because I wholeheartedly believe that Shuu loved Kaneki. Both romantically and in other ways. I’d need to hear very solid reasoning as to why anyone would think against this idea before i use the word ‘homophobic’ but anyways.

the argument that Kaneki was also into Shuu in that way, and that his opinion of Shuu ever extended beyond the graces of close friendship, is sort of where my issue with the ‘literally canon’ statement is.

I think it sort of ignores the development in Shuu’s character. How he goes from being very obsessive, co-dependent, limerent, (etc) over Kaneki, and the damage this causes him. I know and have seen that for a lot of Shuuneki fans that this limerence draws them to the ship, and i totally get that. I am drawn to Shuu because in part of that obsessiveness - cue obligatory mention of me projecting my BPD onto Shuu - and he’s been so much of a comfort for me because of that, in a way that has saved my life on multiple occasions. So I totally understand why people are drawn to the ship - the ship itself is nothing I have an issue with.

But I think that this idea that Shuuneki is canon misses the mark quite a bit. I think in a tldr of my thoughts on Kaneki’s feelings - Kaneki comes to genuinely care for Shuu, and I think his love of Shuu only extends to a platonic relationship. Maybe my opinion will change of that upon a re-read, though. I’ve seen it cited like years ago, that things like Kaneki thinking Shuu looked like a model, or that Kaneki’s initial nerves around Shuu are evidence of romantic or sexual feelings. I think this is kind of a null argument - Kaneki isn’t exactly a confident or outwardly extroverted person at that point in the manga, whereas Shuu is quite abrasive and loud. Kaneki has also been warned about Shuu, and was sort of set to get into the Ghoul Restaurant via Shuu from Itori - so him being nervous is definitely not evidence of inherent attraction. Kaneki thinking Shuu looks like a model too? I mean, it didn’t feel like a charged thought of his to me. This could maybe be an argument more for queerness in Kaneki - but I don’t know enough to speak on that. Both characters are nuanced so there’s a lot more I could say here - and by proxy more arguments against me, I suppose.

But my point is: i don’t believe Kaneki being nervous about Shuu is indicative of him being attracted to Shuu. I sort of think this argument kind of also damages Shuu’s arc in the whole story. Shuu’s growth, to me, hinges a lot on that he wants Kaneki - it is the inability to have this, the fact that this is denied to him, and the myriad reasons as to why this is, that leads to his self-destruction, rebirth and regrowth. Shuu’s coming to understand Kaneki as something more than he had initially thought - as something other than food - also comes into this, and I do believe that’s part of why he was so devastated. Like I said, I believe that Shuu loved Kaneki very passionately, and I won’t deny that he was attracted to him - but it is one-sided. (In canon, at least - idc what shippers are doing, have ur fun, this isn’t about that.)

idk if that makes any sense - im a mess mentally atm - but i hope my point is kind of clear? I think the ‘shuuneki canon’ argument is only really valid if you are viewing it as Shuu canonically is in love with Kaneki - I don’t see Kaneki as ever seeing him as more than friends.

#Ramble #waffle #babble #gunk #shuucore #shuu tsukiyama #tg gunk #ken ‘Kevin’ kaneki #Gunkbaby.txt #Tokyoghoulcore #centipedecore #Analysis jargon #Shipping but i don’t go here

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mee30p · 18 days ago

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Alone In The End - Daryl Dixon x OC

Chapter 2

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Chapter one

Hey!! few things before you go head, english is not my first lanuage so keep that in mind also this is my first fanfic in a HOT minute lol. Enjoy xox

Warnings: Shane

Word count: 900ish

One thing Eleanor hates more than the sound birds squawking and chirping is people yelling out to others. Eleanor can hear the seemingly senseless yelling of two men, they have to be at least a mile away. “Are they trying to become drooler bait?” Eleanor whispers to her friend Alex as she walks slowly in front of him, her machete at the ready in case those imbeciles that are yelling attract anymore droolers she had already had to take down 3 because of the brainless idiots. Eleanor hears Alex wince as he steps on a branch and it sends a wave of noise when it snaps; she whips her head around and glares at him before remaining walking “Care to tread lighter Alex?” Eleanor whispers her voice sharp and firm like usual, no room for love or forgiveness, just survival.

“CARL!” The man in the distance yells which makes Eleanor want to blow her brains out with annoyance. Why were these imbeciles yelling and putting everyone at risk for another drooler horde? It's clear to both Eleanor and Alex by the volume of the men's voices that they are less than a mile apart from Alex and her, so Eleanor does the only thing she can think of at the second. “Alex, slide into the river” She mutters through clenched teeth as she slides in first faster than she expected which creates a louder splash than she wanted, her shoes make holes into the muddy water and she curses as she instantly regrets getting them wet. When Alex slides in he makes a louder splash as he falls over, his large frame makes for a loud splash. Eleanor glares at the man before she scans her surroundings and she swears under her breath as she hears the two mystery men walking closer, she then sees a small boy maybe around 12 walk over to the older man in a sheriff's uniform and he hugs him.

“Shane… you hear tha?” The taller man says as he lowers his voice, the man now revealed as Shane creeps forward and he stops at the river bed making full eye contact with Eleanor.

Eleanor is standing at full guard in front of Alex, which for the two men is quite the sight as Alex is at least 6 '5 220 lbs at best with a wild resting bitch face. But standing with her teeth bared and machete ready is the small tiny framed Eleanor. “Rick.. i found the source of the noise” Shane says as he points his pistol at the pair ready to shoot at any moment. An almost primal growl comes from Eleanor’s throat as she stares down Shane not showing any fear or weakness. “Now hold on” The taller man now known as Rick says but he has his pistol drawn but not pointed. “Shane let's stop pointin guns and introduce ourselves”

“I- i- I am with this man on that” Alex says his voice is surprisingly soft and shaky for such a big intimidating man. Eleanor suppresses the urge to roll her eyes at Alex but instead she sighs she doesn't speak or lower her gun first, she wouldn’t dare. The strange man she now knows is Rick looks at Alex then at Eleanor. “I am Rick, This is Shane” He says his voice is firm but friendly enough. “Good to meet you Rick, I am Alex, this is Eleanor,” Alex says, his voice soft and friendly but cautious. Eleanor looks back and glares at Alex but she doesn’t speak. “She don’t seem to be friendly eh?” Shane says as he looks at Eleanor he’s almost put off on how direct her eye contact is usually most would look away after a few seconds, Eleanor did not. Alex lets out a small nervous laugh as he puts a hand on Eleanor’s shoulder “Yeah i’m sorry she’s not the friendliest person but you gotta understand we’ve been betrayed by a lot of people lately”

“Of course we understand, Why don’t you two come outta th’ river? We’ve got a group up on the highway” Rick says as he looks at Eleanor and Alex but most of his weariness is directed at Eleanor who gives him a grunt in reply and she climbs out of the river Alex in tow.

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“Everyone, this is Eleanor and Alex,” Rick says as he stands in front of his group. Eleanor clocked the man to be the leader as soon as she saw the rest of the group but she could sense tension between Shane and Rick. Shane had already protested Rick’s decision to introduce Eleanor and Alex to the group but in the end Rick got the final say.

Eleanor scans the group she sees an older man, a younger asian boy probably the same age as Eleanor, a woman with long brown hair who grabs and hugs the boy she now knows as Carl so she assumes she must be his mother, another weary and tired looking women with long ratty looking blonde hair, a middle aged women with short greyish hair , a tallish dark man on the pudgier side who is eyeing Alex and her cautiously and finally a rugged looking redneck man who is standing off at the side. Eleanor eyes the group but her eyes seem to pull back to the redneck again before she hums. “You are the leader I assume?” Eleanor speaks for the first time as she turns to look at Rick.

#the walking dead #rick grimes #daryl dixon x oc #i love daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl #lori Grimes #T-Dog the walking dead #Glenn Rhee #Walking dead s2 #Carl Grimes #shane walsh

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flock-of-cassowaries · 1 year ago

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Five Questions for Nine People I’d like to get to know better.

@foxgloveinthesun Thank you for asking! There are friends of mine who would say you have made a grave error in extending this invitation, but I’ll do my best to not hog the microphone too much.

Last song: Dashboard by Modest Mouse, on repeat. Something about the melody really captures some of the low-level restlessness and frustration I’ve been feeling on and off since approximately 2015. And it’s a bop.

Favourite colour: Green, but like, kind of a yellow-green chartreuse situation. It evokes life and vibrancy for me. Also the colour of my sofa, which one of my long-time IRL friend hates, and which I have therefore specifically bequeathed to her in the event of my untimely death. (When I was initially sofa-shopping, my then-boyfriend confidently advised me it was “a neutral”. I now suspect he may have been colourblind.)

Honourable mentions to:

- the dark grey-blue the clouds get when it’s about to rain and everyone around me is cranky about it (because apparently, I am a troll)

- orange (my grandmother’s happy colour, and mine too; also the colour of her glorious, deep-pile shag carpets); and

- fuschia, because fuck my early-2000s-teenager NLOG internalized misogyny, I am allowed to fucking like pink.

Currently watching: Dark Shadows. I love a good campy soap opera, and oh my gosh, this one has exceeded all my expectations. So happy it’s available to stream. (For free! On Tubi.)

I’m also putting off finishing Doom Patrol. I have five episodes left, but I love the characters so much and don’t wanna let go.

Sweet / savoury / spicy: Savoury. I bow humbly at the altar of monosodium glutamate. But I also particularly love a sweet-savoury combo, like hoisin sauce.

Relationship status: Ended a long, tortured long-distance relationship with a cis man (who turned out to be a hardcore conspiracy-theory enthusiast) in January.

Trying to unburden myself of all of that baggage, and to work up the courage to put myself out there and date women, because I think that would probably work out better. I’ve never had the courage to do that before, even though I’ve always known I was attracted to women (since before I even knew I could be attracted to men), because I am, above all else, a coward 👍; and also, the above-mentioned internalized misogyny.

Buuuut last two times I’ve attempted a relationship with a man, I’ve get a lot of pressure to perform femininity in ways that didn’t feel natural to me, and gotten a lot of hostility directed at me due to my straight male partners feeling that being involved with me threatened their claim to straightness.

…and also, I really, truly no longer need to impress my dad. So, like, fuck it…?

But it’s still scary as fuck.

Current obsession: Succession; or, perhaps more accurately, my unfinished, un-posted, and perhaps excessively-ambitious Succession fanfiction, which I’ve been working on since last July.

I remember, in March 2023, hearing a local radio host talking about how excited he was to watch season four of Succession, and just thinking “That show sounds insufferable; why would I care about the power struggles of a group of ultra-rich assholes?”

Little did I know that the specific dynamics of the father-son relationship depicted therein;

…and the son (Roman)’s own relationship to his privilege (something he’s afraid to give up, but unable to fully realize because he just can’t quite pass as the cis straight man he’s supposed to be);

…and his relationship to his quasi-messianic father’s right-wing political convictions, which he has adopted as his own;

…and how this all exists in tension with his ambiguous, but undeniable, queerness (as the reason he can’t ever fully enjoy the privilege his wealth and maleness would otherwise afford - despite him never owning up to it, everyone around him reads him as gay, and reminds him of this constantly at the slightest hint of conflict);

— yeah, it just all maps so perfectly onto things I’ve struggled with myself over the past three decades; many which I have been ashamed to even acknowledge.

[Pause for breath.]

(Even though I have never been anywhere even proximate to the level of wealth depicted, I’ve had a lot of privilege from being white, comfortably-middle-class, beauty-standard attractive, and capitalism-compatible; but being an AFAB person playing the role of a cis woman (successfully, if rather uncomfortably), and not a cis or cis-passing man, has locked me out of the full exercise of the privilege that right-wing politics asserted would be mine, if only I conformed.)

(And also my dad is a self-styled philosopher king / violent lunatic who thinks Walter White, Machiavelli, and Richard Nixon are inspirational figures, and who subscribes to the right-wing daily newspaper founded by one of the men the patriarch in Succession is based on.)

So. I have a lot of ideas.

(Pictured: Me.)

Plus, the show has plot holes big enough to drive a fleet of Lincoln Town cars through (or perhaps a mega-yacht, pursued by angry orcas 🛥️ 🐳🐳🐳); and nothing spurs my creativity quite like a plot hole, so that’s just perfect for my fanfiction-writing process.

(And it also features a very kinky quasi-sexual situationship that, uh… does things for me. So. That’s a bonus.)

Last thing you googled: The publication date of Henry Ford’s favourite work of anti-Semitic hate propaganda. I’m listening to a chapter in an audiobook (“How Fascism Works”, by Jonathan Stanley, 2018 - Random House) that discusses it.

I don’t know if anyone else likes talking about themselves as much as I very evidently do, but I would like to extend the invitation to answer these same five questions to the following esteemed hell-sitecitizens: @inkandcayenne , @theveryparanormalgabriel , @scabby-lasagne , @scabby-lasagne , @trwinsome, @rockstar-moron , @saul-okayman , @threeguesses , and @reidoxreader.

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unnerving-presence · 5 months ago

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Oh brother. There's a difference between fetishization (liking Tchalla because he's black) and attraction (liking Tchalla because it's goddamn Tchalla). I haven't seen you do or say anything disrespectful unless we're counting drooling now. Lol

And this is tumblr. The godless horny hellsite. Being horny on main on your own blog is your right. If people don't like it, they have filters and block button.

Plus I for one quite enjoy when you get on your nsfw soapbox. Like yes, tell me all about how this latest fictional man has you in chokehold, I'm probably right there with you lol

i do really appreciate you for saying this. but i also don’t want to make anyone else feel like they aren’t heard for their feelings. i don’t ever want to make anyone feel offended by anything i do

i can clarify and say i like t’challa because it’s t’challa. and the artstyle of rivals makes him really muscular and i find it super super hot. also his voice is just really nice. and he’s a very humble leader. not some black panther enthusiast but i always liked his character for how humble and strong he is while also being a little silly every now and then. i cant help playing him just to look at his back and biceps. like he’s so fine i can’t help it

and i can definitely understand how anybody can get the wrong idea. i always sort of hinted at sexual stuff when showing attraction to characters and i can definitely see how it can be a bit weird to see me suddenly so sexual. it’s mainly just because i know a majority of my followers probably don’t even know i’m back in the first place. less people see my posts so i feel like i can be more outwards about what i like. so i’m really sorry for anyone who got the wrong idea. i just really like men and i’m ovulating

but regardless anon (from the last ask) i am really sorry. i hope this is a reasonable explanation. if you are new to this blog then you can look back on my old posts and see slight horny. if you are not new then i’m sorry if what i say may come off as off putting. i’ll probably be putting a read more for any nsfw stuff i say in the future

so i’m sorry if i’m outrageously horny for any characters in the future i just sort of embraced that i’ll rarely post requests now so sorry if this blog suddenly becomes pretty nsfw. i know i have a disclaimer in my bio but i still sort of want to make that known (emphasizing this just to let anyone know)

so if YOU GUYS wanna show me your hear me outs feel free. i’d love to see the odd men you guys are into

#changed my rivals name too (ICraveT’Challa)#might change it again in the future because my brother plays too #and i frankly don’t want him knowing that i think t’challa is hot

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thecheeselord75 · 6 months ago

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The beginning

I am very scared to start doing this, i've never really had a actual online presence and especially never posted writing so hopefully this goes well. Only way to find out is to start.

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Valor city, Valor is honestly the weirdest place you could find on a map. The island valor resides on has a strange ability to attract those with superhuman powers, why this is heavily debated by the scientific community with no solid conclusion. But for the sake of this story, the why doesn't matter.

Right now within the city the small hero team of team of the Vanguard is getting their asses handed to them. They had handled some crimes before, most of the villains were more gimmicky. You know, sticking to a theme based off their powers. Like last wednesday they fought a guy who could control animals and tried to take over a zoo. Basically mostly just cartoon villains. The foe they were facing this time however seemed to actually think things through. He was adorned in a black suit made of armor with green lights pulsing through under the armour. On his head was a sort of helm, it was just a piece of black metal going down the side of his face with a glowing light in the middle above his forehead. The helm probably wasn't the best choice for his identity, but judging by how well he's handling the Vanguard. His identity probably isn't a problem. He was a pale man, wearing circular glasses and had curly ginger hair. The glasses and ginger hair stood out to the gang, you never really saw villains with things like that, the stereotypical villain had black hair and would only be a redhead if they had fire powers. The Vanguard heard reports of someone robbing a bank, the majority of bank robberies in Valor are by people in ski masks with regular guns, most super villains find themselves to important to rob mere banks. So the Vanguard were quite surprised to find a semi infamous villain known as The Artificer. He made the news a few years ago for kidnapping the mayor with a army of robots or something along those lines, it's hard to keep track in Valor. The Artificer (who is publicly known as Dr. Steven Burgh due to not hiding his face) currently had a metallic tendril sprouting out of his back. The tendril was black like his suit and also had glowing green lines running through any indentation in it, wrapped within the tendril was a bank teller. The Artificer was currently talking to him "Listen to me. I am going to put you down and when I do so, you will not run and you will go get whoever can open that vault for me and get the money in those cartoon looking money bags!"

The Vanguard were just standing in the entrance of the bank, their normal cast of villains would have turned around by now and started monologuing at them. Ollie decided to clear his throat, this worked and made the man turn around. "Oh I was wondering when heroes would show up, expected something a bit better than whoever you three are though. Were the proper heroes sick today?" He was speaking in a tone of disappointment, like he wanted to fight and get beat up by someone like Captain Warp or some other big hero. Kevin decided to respond to his question "W-well we're the Vanguard!" He'd manage to get out, Kevin had never considered how scary a villain would be when they weren't making machines with self destruct buttons. The Artificer dropped the bank teller. Before he hit the ground Ollie stretched his arm out to under the man and enlarged his hand in order to catch the bank teller. The noise of the stretching was a tad unpleasant as his bones moving into place was audible. The man awkwardly scooted off his hand. Ollie, seizing the moment with his big hand next to the artificer and tried to slap him. The Artificer simply moved his tendril and caused Ollie to hit his hand against the metal. "FUCK!" Ollie retracted his hand back to normal proportions and held it with his other hand. Molly, upon hearing a swear immediately responded "Language Ollie!" The Artificer just stood and watched them have this short conversation. "Typically you're supposed to try and fight me, not just have one attack. When he said this Kevin raised his hand and began breathing slowly. Kevin was hoping that this would at least help his randomness. He would soon find out that this doesn't work as instead of blasting something like he hoped, he turned completely into metal. The Artificer just stared and him a begin laughing "HA! You know what my power is, right?" The Artificer would raise his arm up and Kevin would begin floating upwards before stopping a good five feet off the ground. "I can control technology, and what is technology but some metal and electricity. So turning yourself into metal against the guy who can control metal, terrible mistake." He would slide his hand to the side and send Kevin hard against a wall. His skin would become skin again and by the looks of it, he was out of the fight for now. Upon seeing this, Ollie had kind of just gently nudged Molly forwards. "I already tried to attack him and to be honest I don't wanna die so have fun!" Molly had no time to respond before the Artificer sent out his tendril to hit her. Molly manages to be the first one in the fight to not get hit immediately as she shrunk down a head shorter so it missed her. The tendril did hit Ollie instead and hit him in the chest, knocking him over. "Sorry!" Molly immediately responded to Ollie, despite being in a fight. "Dude! This is not the time! Go fucking fight!". Molly was about to tell him to watch his language again but decided against it and gave him a nod before she jumped towards the artificer and shrank mid air. She landed in front of his boots and just before she was about to deliver a normal punch in a space of a few centimeters, the Artificer just kicked her. Molly and the others didn't really understand why her strength remained but not her weight but apparently it didn't. Molly soared across the bank, well it was like two feet but she was quite small. Ollie decided to go in again, enlarging both his hands. He would begin throwing punches from across the bank. A second tendril had came out of the Artificers back and with both he managed to block both. Suddenly the Artificer just fell over. To reveal Kevin, he had woken up and shot something at the back of the Artificers head. Seemingly he managed to get a sleep based ability on his slot machine of a power.

The Vanguard had contacted the authorities and managed to get him sent to a official hero league prison. Power dampener included and everything.

#Its time for my favorite character!#oc #original character #valorcity #superhuman #superhero #writing #character:Molly #character:Ollie #character:Kevin #character:Steven

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featciren · 1 year ago

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Seasonal Companion

Ever since the death of Solomon Sallow and the departure of his sister, Sebastian has been spending most of the time alone wherever he goes. Not even the sight of his old friend Ominis is seen by his side anymore.

That is until Professor Weasley caught him on one of the corridors before the winter break.

*Female MC appears for a brief moment and then leaves

As if a protective shield is casted to separate the premise from the rest of the world, the rush hubbub alongside the wave of people right after crossing the bridge are so subtle and overwhelming. Every store is playing their own music outside the doors, contributing to the chaotic sound experience. Such an environment is undoubtedly the biggest nightmare for some.

Nonetheless, the smell of butter and cinnamon still lures more and more people to go deeper into the village like a vortex. Everyone is flooding into the streets for their seasonal shopping needs. Some villagers mutter under their breath about having trouble stepping out of their own doors while some other villagers are more than happy to enchant decorations and signs in the mid air to attract any potential customer to their stores.

Garreth tiptoes in the middle of the crowd and yells to the back. No signs. The sea of people is blocking his view and his voice is not loud enough. He decides to raise and wave one arm in the air for his companion to see. This time a brunette jumps up from the crowd for a mere second and gets flooded by the many other heads again.

Hurried to the spot, Garreth finally manages to retrieve the brunette by grabbing his hand.

“This is nuts!” Sebastian shouts, holding onto the hand tightly while pushing their way forward together with Garreth leading at the front. “Didn’t you hear me, Weasley?”

“Hear what? I can barely hear myself.” He turns his face slightly towards Sebastian in case his voice fails to reach his ears. “Let’s go this way!”

To be honest, Sebastian doesn’t even bother to ask where they’re heading now. He just hopes Garreth is not leading them to an even more crowded spot to suffocate themselves to death. If their hands disconnect and lose each other again, he might just apparate back to Hogwarts and call it a day.

The two finally squeeze out of the crowd and stop at the end of an alley. Some people are also navigating the village through these passages, but feelings are relative. Compared to the chaos at High Street they’ve just escaped from, this stinky filthy alley is literally a diving bell in the deep sea. Both boys sigh in relief.

“Phew! That was quite an experience.” The ginger head puts his hands on his waist. Big smile on his face showing how proud he feels to have made their way out alive.

Sebastian is not that amused on the contrary with his knotted eyebrows and balled fists. “Whose idea is it to go shopping in the week before Christmas? Am I the only one who thinks it’s common sense to not visit Hogsmeade right before the holiday?”

Garreth is a bit uneasy to see an upset Sebastian, but he’s also aware that his friend’s accusation isn’t pointing at him. “Well, you already knew so I don’t feel the need to explain further…”

The brunette sighs. Of course he knows. That’s why he didn’t turn down the request when the Professor approached him.

He’d always known the Weasley family is big, but he didn’t know they also have relatives living in Manchester. Unfortunately, Garreth’s father - the organiser of the party only came up with the idea of also inviting their relatives to join two days ago, making the quest outrageously urgent. With their house-elves being all busy running around to decorate the venue, Garreth is the one being assigned to shop for extra beverages and presents, and Sebastian is the outsourced helper and advisor considering the amount of supplies on the list.

As a reward, one day of pending detention will be wiped off on Sebastian’s side in return. It’s definitely a tempting offer, as he doesn’t want to be cleaning the boys’ lavatory or serving as a temporary night-shift nurse in St. Mungo’s anymore.

“…Let’s get this over with as soon as possible. I’m tired already.”

“That’s the spirit! I’d say we should start with what’s clearly specified on the list first.” He fishes out a folded parchment from his pocket at the back of his pants and opens it.

Two bottles of Firewhisky, three Mulled Meade and a carton of punch…

The Three Broomsticks is just sitting adjacent to the spot where they’re standing at the moment, parted by the High Street, but it’s unwise to be carrying that much liquor all the way through their whole trip. They’re going to be heavy and it would be tragic to try to squeeze them through the crowd of people.

Sebastian suggests making a reservation at the pub first and doing the same to the rest of the groceries before Sirona finishes packing them. This way they can retrieve them on their way back in a beeline without waiting. Garreth disagrees, expressing his concern that it is only going to be even more crowded when evening comes, and they may not be able to return to the same stores even with empty hands.

“Trust me. Things are gonna be resolved by then. I have an idea and it’s much more efficient this way.” The Slytherin said dismissively but also convincingly while looking right into the Gryffindor's eyes.

For a moment, Garreth almost believes these words mean sincerity. Now is one of the occasions when his usually trusting nature is questioned by the small voice of his instinct.

Sebastian had always looked friendly and open. The soft fluffy hair and the innocent face had helped him befriend almost everyone he met. That is until troubles were caused which reveals his mischievous nature. The Sorting Hat didn’t just throw everyone in the houses randomly.

However, speaking of troubles, Garreth didn’t cause less in the past years so he can’t really judge the Slytherin by the number of detentions, and the hidden goal of this trip as specified by his aunt cannot be threatened by differing opinions on such small things. Garreth stops himself from being sceptical and calls it a misperception quietly.

He agrees to the proposal. The shopping trip goes smoothly. Store after store they have been crossing out the items on the list gradually. They carry the smaller ones in their arms before moving to the next stop as long as they don’t occupy much space.

When the sun starts to set and they’ve finally finished shopping for the specified items, Hogsmeade is still flooded with people. Fortunately, tea time has certainly kept some of them seated in cafés and bars, allowing some fresh air on the streets.

The two use this opportunity to catch a breath outside a café with a cranachan in Garreth’s hand. Securing the paper bags between their legs, they start digging inside the small cup simultaneously. It would have been much better if they didn't have to share. Garreth is only given the necessary amount of money for the shopping list and Sebastian claims to be uninterested in sweets especially when the prices have skyrocketed during the season to a robbery level. Garreth took two teaspoons anyway.

The brunette’s gaze follows a couple of gentlemen who are passing by with some big wooden boxes and props in their hands, “Hmph. Looks like there’s going to be an event tonight.”

“That’s not good. Wonder if we can make it out of the village before it starts?”

“I heard someone mentioning six o’clock in the café. Not sure if it’s what they’re talking about though.” Another scoop of cream from the bottom of the cup. Sebastian’s eyes are fixed on the dessert all the way when he talks.

Looking at the top of the brunette’s head and his hand holding onto the cup, Garreth can’t hold back a big grin on his face in silence. Someone has a sweet tooth. “Maybe we should ask the locals. Wait for me with the groceries. Here. Take the cup and finish it.”

“Gladly.” Sebastian pretends to be nonchalant but he couldn’t hide the faint smile and the delightfulness in his tone. He sweeps the bags to the roadside with his legs.

Once the door closes behind the ginger head, he finally reveals his true cravings towards the cup, savouring the sweetness and fluffy texture of the cream fully with pure enjoyment. Merlin - he almost drooled all over the floor when they arrived at the front of the display cases earlier. He’d always loved the desserts from Hogsmeade, but the budget is simply too tight for him to buy confectioneries considering there are still school lunches to pay for next month.

When Anne was still around, he used to buy some from time to time to share with her and Ominis in the Undercroft. His uncle didn’t give them much pocket money back then. He was raising two kids with only two hands after all. And with the new patrons - he’s been receiving even less now.

He’d always been aware of how important money is so he doesn’t feel right every time someone shares something with him. It’s like owing someone a favour and he’s expected to pay them back soon or later. The world has been working around him like that since he was small and works well if he follows the rules.

With Weasley though, well - his family is big with Matilda being the headmistress of the school. Surely they have some fortune, right? In this case, he feels more rightful and comfortable to accept anything Garreth gives.

“Bad news. A parade is going to start at six and crowd control will be at four.” Garreth pushes the door open with another hand pointing towards the way he comes from.

The brunette lets out a surprised “Oh”, “Not entirely. At least we can get out of this chaos sooner.”

“And with literally only half an hour left to shop for the rest!” He frowns with worries written all over his face. He doesn’t like to be rushed as he tends to make wrong decisions under such circumstances. He already starts to panic imagining his cousins’ disappointed faces when they open the presents.

“You haven’t come up with one single idea of what to buy yet, have you?” Sebastian narrows his eyes with a smirk. It’s fun to see the Gryffindor freaks out at such small problems. Just like a big puppy, mature on the outside but simple on the inside.

“I was in detention yesterday. You knew that. Didn’t even have the time to do my Herbology homework.” He sighs, sounds defeated, but his mood is suddenly lit up with an idea sparkling in his head. “Wait. Isn’t that a good opportunity to test and promote my new concoctions? There are dozens of them still waiting for more data from different subjects…”

Sebastian blinks, watching the ginger head stroking his own chin with one hand, legs pacing back and forth while enthusiastically considering the viability of this idea.

Finally comprehending what he’d just heard, a chilling streak of fear suddenly spikes up along his spine. The massive tragedy of the Gryffindor common room being flooded with rainbow vomit on the floor caused by his newly “improved” version of Wiggenweld Potion last week is still on the top surface of his memories. He could imagine the nauseating smell even though he was not physically there, and watching Natsai retching for the whole week with tears in her eyes whenever she tried to eat had definitely made him feel sorry for her.

He bears no grudge towards the Weasley family - even though he doesn’t know every single one of them in person, but no one deserves such cruelty on Christmas. This shit is no joke.

His gaze follows the pacing Weasley who is about to commit an act of unintentional domestic violence towards his own family. “- Are you sure, Garreth? You don’t get to meet your relatives a lot during the year. I reckon they will be more happy to receive something that lasts longer and not consumable - at least not with only one sip.”

“Ohhh they’re certainly not getting only one sip. I’m going to use a bigger cauldron and brew at least one carton for each of them.” The young Weasley beams with stars in his eyes, so excited that he stretches out his arms lively to illustrate the size of the cauldron.“This is even better. The error value can be minimised with the repetitive sampling of results.”

Sebastian is about to open his mouth to interrupt his thoughts, but the ginger head is quicker by sprinting to his footside and picks up the paper bags.

“Weasley - “

“We need to hurry. J. Pippin’s is on the other side of the village. I must go grab the ingredients before he runs out of supplies!” The determined Gryffindor is like an unstoppable hound now. Energy surges through his whole body, making him restless and excited. He shoves one of the paper bags in the Slytherin’s chest and yanks him to the crowd by the wrist.

“Blast - Wait!“ The deafening noise of the crowd surrounds them so he has to literally shout. The sudden raise of volume gets the ginger head’s attention who stops on his track and turns his head around, dumbfounded as he has no clue why the usually untroubled Slytherin suddenly looks genuinely concerned. “Uhm - As you said, J. Pippin’s is too far away. That’s a huge detour. Let’s stick to our original route for now.” He tries to shift his focus from his precious inventions bit by bit. This potion maniac’s mind cannot be changed swiftly with just a few words.

“But what if - “

“Pippin had restocked more this year. Very reliable source. It’s gonna be fine.” Lie. “No need to rush. Don’t you think it will be best to escape the busy area by making J. Pippin’s the final stop? The parade is going to start around that time anyway.” He purposely adds a luring tone in his words with a confident smile to fake his intention.

Garreth thinks for a while when the crowd keeps pushing the boys to different directions. Sebastian lets him think, but he decides to act earlier. He spots a shop and improvises by snaking his arm around the Gryffindor's so that he can avoid being pulled away by the boy. He hates himself for being a juvenile when the sea of well-built adults keep towering over them and pushing them to all directions.

“Oh look! Flutes and Lutes!” Sebastian fixes his eyes on the target and points at it with another hand, successfully guiding Garreth’s attention to look at the same thing. “Let’s get inside. I got something I have wanted to buy for a while now.”

“Uhm, okay?” Although confused, the ginger head agrees after being yanked to the music store.

Sorry, Garreth. I’m not going to help you, but I’m saving your arse.

After buying an enchanted music box (with Garreth’s money) and walking out of the store, they see a thin layer of smoke separating the street into two lanes. Crowd control had slowly started.

The ginger head panics but is soon being pulled to the next store. This time to the Gladrags.

Before he even realises, a bucket is shoved into his hands and the brunette had already started throwing things inside joyfully, suggesting them to be wonderful gifts for his relatives. It almost looks like the brunette is randomly picking up things, but he claims it’s the store that’s packed with people and they need to hurry.

Looking at the Dancing socks that Sebastian is inspecting, Garreth frowns in concern, “Are you sure these are proper for Christmas presents? I mean…I saw people wearing these before and I reckon they are only for pranks…”

Absolutely angelic, compared to your products of creativity.

“Well, that explains why Slytherins are always more fun to hang out with.” The brunette huffs with a smirk, stuffing the socks in the corner of the basket. “Trust me. It’s gonna be the BEST gift they’ve received in their life”

The ginger head chuckles, fires back in an inviting tone. “Are you saying we Gryffindors are boring? I gotta sneak you in our common room next time. Bet you wouldn’t want to go back to Slytherin anymore.”

Sebastian cocks an eyebrow at him, interested. “Is that a challenge? Well I’d be the judge of that.” Speaking of the Gryffindor’s common room, he suddenly feels like it’s the right timing to school this potion maniac a bit. “...but if it’s going to be flooded with vomit then I’d rather stay away. Still want to eat what I paid the school for, you know?”

The mention of last week’s incident catches him a bit off guard. He raises both hands in the air. Surprisingly, not in defence but in excitement. “Oh! About that, I’ve already figured out what went wrong. I just have to change the recipe a little bit and stir it in a slightly different manner…”

The Slytherin is awestruck. How in Merlin’s name can his classmate be so enthusiastic and pure-minded? He expected the sarcasm could at least make him think twice before doing his human experiments. Now the statement only helped fuel his motivation to continue.

“...I really want to see how your family has been raising you, to be honest.” Sebastian feels defeated. He lowers his head to compare the garments in front of him.

“Don’t be like that. I see a lot of things in common between the two of us, you know?” The Gryffindor nudges him, speaking softly by his ear so that no one else can hear.

“Oh? How so?” He looks up at Garreth with narrowed eyes, wondering if it’s an admiration or an insult.

“Well, we both get a lot of detentions and always for only one reason. For you it’s always the library. For me it’s always the potions. And you were daring and brave enough to have borne the blame for Sorcha last year. That’s something most of my Slytherin friends wouldn’t do.”

“Okay…?” Sebastian cringes a little bit, not expecting to hear “compliments” in such a manner, especially for that little event with the new fifth-year. Most of his house members deemed his action stupid (especially for someone who’s from another house) and even started shipping the two teasingly. Thanks to Sorcha’s aggressive attitude towards the rumours, they were stopped rather quickly.

“Not just Sorcha, a bunch of Ravenclaws would DIE to sneak into the restricted section, you know?”

“Speaking of Ravenclaw, don’t you think you can learn something from them when you design the next potion recipe? I’m sure they’d love to recommend some research for you.”

The Gryffindor snorts, “I’d rather not. Too much planning and reading. By the time they finished researching, I'd already created something for trials. If I have the mood, I’d even proofread every single potion book in the library. There is simply too much false information written inside.”

Always act before planning. Typical Gryffindor. Sebastian sighs. He rarely judges his schoolmates’ shortcomings by the stereotypes of the four houses, but as far as he sees, those with such recklessness are usually from the house of lion. “Surely you can try balancing things out a little bit…”

“Talking shites about Ravenclaw, aye?”

Surprised by the female voice, both boys spin around to see the devil they’ve been talking about.

The cornflower-haired girl walks in a lazy posture towards them, one hand holding a paper cup and another throwing a roasted chestnut towards her mouth. Sebastian fishes one for himself from the paper cup when she passes it to his direction.

“Fancy seeing you here. I thought you’re not staying around during the holidays.” The brunette greets her cheerfully.

“That was the plan but I changed my mind.” Speaking in a languid tone, her eyes swim around the store slowly, taking in the fabulous decorations that can’t be usually seen and smiles sheepishly. “This is the first proper Christmas I can enjoy in the wizarding world and just look at that, I don’t miss London anymore.”

Is she high on Euphoria again or simply suffering from insomnia?

“Are you alone? You can join us.” The friendly Gryffindor invites when he doesn’t see anyone around the girl.

She eyes him and considers the offer for a mere moment. “Nah, thanks. I enjoy loneliness - I mean freedom, more precisely.” And then she smiles mysteriously to both of them from left to right. “‘ight. Enjoy your date, pups. Seeing you two may have significantly changed my mind from casting Infringo on this facking crowd here...”

She grits her teeth when she mentions the crowd before floating away. The murderous glare towards the people around her is hidden behind the fancy pink lenses but not entirely invisible.

Unlike Sebastian, she never likes to be in crowded places or interacting with strangers. That reminds him why even after considering her as a close friend, they rarely hang out together. Ominis was similar given his eye condition and his sensitive hearing. Anne had always been the only one who was more than happy to go to fairs with him.

He wonders what they are going to do on Christmas? Does Ominis have to go back to the Gaunt house? And Anne, he doesn’t even know her whereabouts…

“Interesting lady, isn’t she?” The ginger head smiles, eyes following the back of the Raveclaw’s head. “I heard a lot about her dealing with the Ranrok royalists and trolls last school year, and she’s always ready to help me to do the ‘difficult’ parts for my inventions. Her bravery would fit into Gryffindor as well.”

Surprised that his companion is still on this topic, the Slytherin laughs, “I doubt if you’d still think the same once you found out the true intention behind those actions.”

“Are you bragging about the intimacy between you two? Okay. I’m curious now.”

“Nothing to tell. If you want to earn the privilege, consider treating me better from now on.” The snake replies in a cheeky tone, lowering his head to continue comparing the garments in front of him half-mindedly.

“I believe I’ve been doing a good job on this matter?” Garreth scratches his head, puzzled, replaying the interactions between the two in his head.

The questions keep him occupied all the way to the cashier, so when the brunette turns to him with a bright smile after Mr. Hills tells them the sum of money, he fishes out his wallet naturally.

Too easy. Weasley is too easy to manipulate.

The Slytherin smirks, proud of himself when he walks towards the exit. With so little galleons left in Garreth’s pocket, he won’t be able to buy much for his lovely potions at the end of the day.

Just when they set their foot outside the attire shop, a big firework explodes right in front of the door step, shining blue and orange light on their faces. They are caught in surprise and fringe at the sudden blow of light. An arm catches Sebastian’s shoulders.

“Sorry about that. Are you alright, young men?” A man comes close to check on the two with a big smile on his face, asking both of them but eyes fixed on the brunette at the end. They swiftly turn to look at him, and then they see a woman smiling apologetically at them behind the man in a distance while bending down to grab the little tube in a child’s hand. That’s where the fireworks came from.

Sebastian blinks. “- Yeah, I’m good. No worries. You good, Weasley?” He throws the same question to the boy who is still holding his shoulders, for some reason looking quite serious on the face.

“Are you sure? You don’t look like it.” There is concern written on the man’s face.

Before understanding where the doubt comes from, Sebastian gets pulled away from the doorstep to the closest alley. Garreth’s grip is tight but gentle. It’s the strange gesture that makes him a bit uneasy.

“What? What is it?” The brunette pushes his arm away when they slow down on their path.

“You should see your face. You look terrified!” The Gryffindor looks a bit anxious but keeps his voice low, as if a normal voice would startle his friend to jump. “It’s okay to be scared. You don’t have to pretend to be tough.”

“I’m not pretending to be tough, and I’m not scared of a blasted firework. At least not now.” Now he feels a bit offended. Why are they even talking about this right now?

Out of all the possible futures, he can never foresee his face being cupped by the ginger boy. The initial thought is that Weasley’s got really warm hands, but the sudden physical contact still makes him stunned and cringed.

Weasley takes a deep breath before looking at him firmly in the eyes. Voice lower than usual. “If you say so. Just remember we can leave the place anytime if you don’t feel right. Okay?”

“Without a doubt.” He hesitantly removes the boy’s hands from his face slowly. Garreth’s gaze is so intense that it forces him to break eye contact. He knows this annoying conversation will only continue to no end if he keeps denying so he stops. Garreth retreats his hands then.

Still no idea what the fuss is about.

“But damn, your face is freezing. Shall we get inside?”

Sebastian shrugs. Well, that’s what he was going to suggest anyway.

Zonko’s would be the perfect destination for exploiting the very last bit of what’s left in Garreth’s pocket.

He had memorised the prices for each item faintly as it’s one of his favourite stores in the village. He seldom buys from the store though. Usually just browsing. There are times when the shopkeeper suspects him to be stealing as he always leaves empty-handed. Sebastian feels lucky to not be spotted by the shopkeeper when they open the door as he’s busy running around between customers.

The new products showcasing in the mid-air are stunning. No wonder why so many people keep flushing into the store. The owner is well-prepared for the season.

Sebastian squeezes through the crowd, searching for one specific item according to his memory. On his path, a giant mirror is placed behind a little orb that emits light beams to form a pattern of a milky way, making the light show seem boundless. He looks into the mirror and is shocked by what he sees - his face is paler than usual. Red rims under the eyes like they’re about to cry. And the eyebrows - angling down that makes his face look scared. He frowns at the scene and tries to readjust the muscles on his face to no avail.

“Hey, look what I’ve found!” The cheerful Weasley comes back with a box of something that breaks the thought of the young Slytherin. His excitement is soon replaced by a look of concern when he sees the boy’s face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Finally understanding the cause of the sudden change of attitude on the Gryffindor’s side, the snake feels kind of irritated and embarrassed. His face is nowhere reflecting his current state of mind - at least not the kind of emotion he wants to show. He doesn’t like to be seen as fragile because it means weakness.

“I assure you I’m -“

He cuts himself off when he spots something in the distance and hurries himself to pick it up. Unfortunately, someone picks it up slightly quicker than he does.

He looks up to see a young adult who's probably in his twenties, not much older than him. A child is sticking close to his robe who’s probably his son. They’re now looking at each other in the eyes awkwardly and the gentleman looks like he’d fallen into a dilemma for an instant when he sees those puppy eyes.

Garreth follows him to the spot and inspects what’s in their hands, “Is this what you want? A mini mannequin?”

“- Yeah. It does some tricks but also works like a normal mannequin…”

“Be careful. That is the last one.” The shopkeeper happens to be passing by with a tower of boxes and hears what they said.

Damn it. Gotta change my target then.

Just when Sebastian thinks of giving up, the gentleman says with an empathetic smile, “It’s alright. Please, take it.”

Seeing the mannequin being pushed into the brunette’s chest, the little child urges his father to take it back in a crying tone. The man just crouches down and picks the child up in his arms and soothes him by telling him to pick something else instead. He bids his goodbye to the two boys with an apologetic smile.

What the…fuck?

He thinks of one possibility and starts checking the mannequin. Garreth sighs with a gentle smile, “I don’t think it’s about the mannequin. It’s about you.”

“What does that even mean?” Sebastian frowns, frustrated that there are now even more questions to be answered. Garreth just takes the mannequin from his hands and heads directly to the cashier and pays. “Wait, what are you -“

Sebastian doesn’t get to receive the answer and they are already out of the store.

“This is for you, Sebastian.” The young Weasley turns around and smiles at him. “Merry Christmas.”

Sebastian widens his eyes and feels his face heated in embarrassment right away. Why in Merlin’s name would he be buying him a Christmas present? Could it be that he’s teasing him with his secret plan?

“I was to suggest you buy this for the party.” Sebastian confesses, secretly panicking and embraces himself for Garreth’s revelation.

“That’s right. So by that logic, you’d better show up at the party.”

Sebastian is totally in shock now, never had he expected himself to be invited to a classmate’s family party - not to mention a Weasley family party.

“I don’t know about your plans for Christmas, but my family would be very excited to see you there.” Garreth continues. The eyes are so caring like he’s not looking at his classmate of the same age, but more like looking at a small stray animal, especially after seeing him being all alone since the new school year and that he’s zoning out more than ever.

He’d heard Ominis and him are not friends anymore and they are not seen talking to each other when they return to the school. The way the usually cheerful and outgoing Slytherin still tries to act like nothing happened just looks…sad (and it’s indeed showing on his face).

Hence when his aunt proposed this shopping trip and the party to him, he almost hugged her for this genius idea.

“What? No! It’s gonna be a family party. I don’t want to be an intruder.” Sebastian rejects without hesitation. Even though he considers it as a thrilling idea especially when it’s gonna be his first lonely Christmas, he just doesn’t think it’s a proper thing to do.

Seeing the brunette deep in his thoughts again, Garreth pushes,“I got to get you to the party. I’m not allowing you to skip our parties after all the help I received from you.”

“Well, you can pay me in other w-“

“Sebastian - please.” Enough of his stubbornness, the ginger head cuts him off and smiles warmly, stretching out one hand to hold onto his shoulder.

Those emerald eyes are full of determination and an equally unwavering stubbornness. Sebastian had suddenly realised they’re always clear like crystals. Never had he once seen them in a muddy colour. Now with the warm street lights casting a hint of orange on them, they simply look magical and yet match Garreth so much. Like fire under the cauldron.

For half a second, he feels sorry to have used lies to manipulate this pure human.

But then, he really feels repulsed by those eyes looking so firmly into his, like penetrating deep into his soul.

“Guess that I have not a choice then.” Speaking in a weak voice, he tries to keep a straight face but breaks eye contact shyly for the second time today. “But I don’t go to parties without blowing things up.”

Garreth is stunned for a moment. Is that a joke? But he realises either answer is not important. If it’s not a joke, then the invitation has become even more important. He laughs, “I’m sure my dad and Aunt Matilda will bring their wands along.”

Sebastian smiles hesitatingly at the answer. They look at each other in awkward silence with Garreth’s face beaming bright, looking like he had achieved something unimaginable. “That’s it, then! You’re coming to the party!”

“Look at you. If I haven’t been in this conversation, I’d think you’ve won a lottery.” The brunette huffs out a laugh, but can’t stop smiling even if he wants to. This little lion’s smile is infectious.

He looks back to the crowd and notices the sun had fully set. Darkness had enveloped the sky but the candles and glowing decorations in the village had lit it up further. The parade should start soon. They must leave.

Luckily enough for them, the paths separating by crowd control happen to be moving towards the same direction to their final stops. The last part of their journey is finished rather smoothly.

Now, to think about how they’re gonna bring all the bags back to the castle.

“You said you have an idea. I’d like to hear that now.” Carrying the packages on his shoulders and arms in Three Broomsticks, the ginger head asked, smirking.

“Don’t you worry. Our solution is on the other side of the bridge.”

Leading the both of them to their starting point of this journey, Sebastian walks straight to a carriage and starts loading the bags on it by the bridge.

Garreth is amused, “You’ve reserved a carriage? That’s incredible!”

“Do you really think I got galleons to book such a luxurious service?” The Slytherin spares him a glance without stopping his hands. He gestures to Garreth to tell him to load the carriage as well.

The Gryffindor blinks, tries to think what it means before asking, but then is shocked by his guess. “YOU’RE STEALING IT!?”

“BORROWING. I’m gonna return it once we’re done. Whoever owns this carriage wouldn’t be getting out of the village soon anyway. They must have come for the parade if they still haven’t returned now.” The Slytherin shrugs, smiling confidently. “Besides, they won’t be able to get out of the village soon. You saw how chaotic it is inside.”

It sounds kind of…reasonable? But something doesn’t feel right. Garreth had stolen things before, yes, but only from Honeydukes and it was something insignificant to the owner. This carriage though. Look at the soft and silky cushions and luxurious carpets inside…Out of all the carriages parked at the same spot, this Slytherin actually walked straight to the most fancy one. (We're so going to be arrested once the owner finds out without a doubt) His original idea is to use the one eye statue secret passage and transport the bags by hand. Might not be very practical thinking about the broken bridges, but they can take the things out one by one anyway (Wingardium Leviosa?). However, the carriage is indeed the most efficient and handy tool to help achieve the same goal.

“Wait wait wait. Give me some time to think. Surely we don’t have to…” Garreth turns away from the carriage and starts massaging his aching glabella. The idea of using such an expensive carriage sounds intriguing, but the possible punishment he’s going to receive from his aunt is also terrifying…

With one leg already stepping on the carriage, Sebastian yells, “There is no better way. Trust me.”

No response. He doesn’t really understand why it takes the ginger head so long to agree with the idea.

Finally, after some anxious pacing, he turns around and sprints towards the carriage with a kind of anxious determination on his face. “Okay, okay. Just make sure we’re going to get things done quickly.”

Sebastian watches him load the carriage at light speed and a strange kind of satisfaction fills his chest. He grins smugly, excited to have coerced the Gryffindor to jump over a hurdle.

Taking the leash in his hands, he leans into the nervous ginger who’s sitting stiffly by his side. “It’s gonna be fine. If anyone asks, just say Sallow forced you on the carriage and you have tried your best to stop him.”

“What? No! I’m not gonna do that.” The young lion frowns in shock. What sort of man does his friend think he is!?

Sebastian just turns back to the front and smiles. This one is helpless, but who is he to say that when his chest got warmer with those silly words?

“Hold tight, Weasley.”

He flaps the leash to send the thestrals dashing in the night sky with the carriage behind them. Being pelted by the December night breeze in the face on a speedy carriage is no fun, but the excitement of flying in the sky with everything they have on their back is worth everything.

When the people on the ground are turned as small as dots of ladybugs and the stars start to glow above their heads, Garreth takes in the fantastic night view in his eyes, appalling at what a wonderful idea it is, but why does he feel something is missing?

“My potions!” He exclaimed, suddenly sitting straight again from the relaxed position. “We forgot to go to J. Pippin’s!”

“Next year, Garreth. You got no more galleons left anyway.” His companion replies calmly.

“Right…” He sighs and falls back to the back of the seat. But how come… Oh.

Feeling someone’s eyes on him, the Slytherin looks back. One trying hard not to break out a laugh while the other one is grinning with a knowing smile.

“Am I still granted the privilege of entering the Gryffindor common room after tricking you and lowering your moral standard?” The snake asks jokingly, showing no signs of regret.

“Well,” The young lion drawls with a mischievous smile. “Not when there is only one subject left for my mere amount of concoctions.”

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