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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years ago

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Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal), biting, scratching, breeding, oviposition, dub/noncon, kidnapping, cursing, blood, use of aphrodisiac, interspecies sex (merman and human), mentions of drowning Words: 5579 Pairing: Mer!Bakugou Katsuki x Human Fem!Reader

a/n: I’ve been getting quite a few requests for mermaid breeding. This... is probably not what you were wanting or expecting, so I won’t include anyone’s request here lol. I may write something a little... gentler later on.

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Tags: @lady-bakuhoe��, @hoefortodo, @sunkissedneptune, @softkatsuki, @marilla-eldriana, @sanurrwrites, @hopeismyhope101

There was something different in that familiar crimson gaze today. You hadn’t thought much about it at first, but now, it stuck out to you as something that should have been a huge red flag. The instant you had seen him glaring at you over the water's surface, you should have run away. You should have called to him from the safety of land, to tell him you really weren’t feeling well and decided to go home. Or that you had some type of rash or injury and didn’t want to get too close to the water? Would he have believed you? Probably not. You weren’t sure of what type of fit he would have thrown if he would have tried to persuade you to come to him or just dragged himself up into the sand to chase you down.

He was strong enough to do that. His upper body strength matched the incredible power of his tail, his arms, and core easily able to lift himself up or drag himself around. If you ran at full speed, he couldn’t get you. Maybe. You couldn’t really think about something like that though right now. The fact of the matter was you hadn’t taken his glare as something menacing. You had ignored the rolling sickness in your stomach, the little voice in your head that told you to flee. Now, it was too late for you to do anything.

You were as happy to see him as you had always been, greeting the merman with a cheery wave and a smile as you stepped into the rolling ocean waters. You hadn’t even made it a few steps into the cool water before he was suddenly at your feet, snatching you by the ankles and dragging you deeper into the water. The impact of falling on your back onto the hard, wet sand knocked the air out of your lungs, and before you could even breathe again, you were struggling to keep your head above water.

He hadn’t dragged you out too far, but right now, the distance wasn’t really what mattered. You were completely pinned down to the sand, his heavy red and orange freckled tail resting over your chest to keep you down. Your legs were in his tight grip, held under the knees, and spread open so his head had easy access between your legs. The rolling waves didn’t affect him at all, but as they came washing over your face, you felt as if you might just drown. It was difficult and painful to find the opportunity to inhale as much air as you could when the tide pulled out, gasping and coughing to try and purge the burning saltwater from your lungs before you were overwhelmed again.

It wasn’t just the water that gave you the feeling of drowning. His tongue, slick and hot against the cold ocean water, was lapping at your cunt eagerly. When he had torn your swimsuit, you weren’t sure. But again, you weren’t sure of anything that was happening to you right now. Why was he eating you out like this? He had never shown any sexual interest in you for the months you had known him. In fact, he hadn’t shown any romantic interest at all. At least, not any that you had been able to notice. Bakugou Katsuki, this fierce and aggressive merman, had originally saved you from drowning while out on a tour boat during vacation. You had been so grateful to him, so you made it a point to come visit him as often as you possibly could. You liked him. But this? This isn’t how you wanted things to happen.

You had fallen for him. You loved him. But, how could you? You were from two completely different worlds. There was no possible way that you could be together outside of close friends, and that was even a conversation you already had.

“There’s no way I’d ever fall for a stupid human like you! You can’t even swim!”

So why was he doing this? Why was he holding you down just for the chance to eat you out so vigorously? If he would have just hit on you a little sweeter, maybe you would have given in to him and you could both enjoy the experience to the fullest. But all of this was for his own gratification, for whatever he felt like or wanted to do with you. It was hard for you to think with the weight on your chest, the water crashing down on your face, and the burning heat between your legs.

God, it was hot. His tongue and his mouth were like fire, sucking and lapping at your clit with such fierce intensity. You knew that you shouldn’t be feeling good, that you should be screaming for help and struggling against him. No one would hear you this far down the coastline, anyway, but the point still stands. You should have been trying. Instead, all you could do was lay there, your nails digging into the slippery scales of his tail, fighting between coughing, moaning, and yelling out in pain.

The longer his tongue ravaged you, the hotter you began to feel. It was so odd, how every nerve in your body was so sensitive. You had sex before, but your arousal never peaked to this level so early on. Why? Why was it happening? Why was he doing this? You didn’t want this. Did you? Of course, you didn’t. You wanted him to stop.

“B-Bak-ack!” You hacked and coughed as water rushed into your mouth the instant you tried to speak, using what little strength you could to push yourself up on your elbows. “Bakugou, please-- please, stop-!” A yelp ripped from your throat as his hot tongue left your burning pussy, his teeth and fangs sinking into the plush meat of your inner thigh. Piercing the skin, the saltwater immediately began to burn the wound, but you still found yourself unable to pull away because of his hold on you. Even the slightest twitch had his nails digging into your skin, and by the reaction he gave from your attempt at begging, he didn’t want you to make a single move.

His tongue ran over the now bleeding bite mark, a low groan rumbling from deep within his chest. He had found something new to taste, and he did so eagerly. “Fuck, you’re so delicious. So sweet and healthy… You’re perfect. I’ve always known you’d be perfect.” His words were almost slurred as if he were a drunken man on a ramble. That was the only way you could describe his actions as if he were intoxicated. But by what?

“I… Bakugou, what-” With a swift change of positions, you were suddenly beneath him, his hand on your throat and entire body weight on you. Before you could even scream or attempt to struggle, his mouth crashed down on yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. The metallic taste of your blood would have immediately made you gag if not for the tight grip he had on your throat, which was only further making you light-headed. You tried to push up against his chest, scratch at his arms, and push his hips off you with your legs, but you couldn’t. There was no energy or strength behind your struggles.

In an instant, everything stopped. Bakugou removed his tongue from your throat, snapping his head up to look towards the beach. Before you noticed what he may have been looking at, you could hear him beginning to growl, a deep and threatening sound that made your stomach twist nervously. What was he looking at?

With his grip still on your neck, you didn’t have much movement, but you didn’t need it. You could hear the voices of a group of people. How far away or what they had seen so far, you couldn’t tell, as the sound was muffled by the water around your ears. The need to protect yourself suddenly burst forth and you screamed out as loudly as your burning lungs would let you, forcing your body to thrash and struggle even as your limbs burned with searing pain. Had you said anything comprehensible? Had they heard you?

They wouldn’t have been able to save you, anyway. You already knew that your fate was in Bakugou’s hands.

In a rush of crushing water, churning foam, and stinging sand, you felt Bakugou snatch you by the right ankle and drag you out further into the sea, not even giving you a moment to take a breath or prepare yourself. You couldn’t open your eyes or struggle, not even as your body was suddenly wrapped tightly in a strong grip. Was he holding you now? Where was he taking you? You could tell that he was moving swiftly, and the incredible pressure building in your ears and your chest told you that he must have been traveling deeper.

I’m going to drown…! My breath… I can’t hold it!

As the burning and painful strain on your body grew more severe, you couldn’t control your involuntary thrashing, pushing against his presence and kicking where you could. It hurt so bad, worse than anything you had ever felt, and you wished that you would just drift off into unconsciousness. That’s what you had heard happened to people when they drown sometimes. Why couldn’t that happen to you? Why were you being put through this?

You felt like you had been underwater for hours, but when you finally breached the surface, your body immediately inhaled a massive amount of air, so quick and urgent that you began to cough violently. You didn’t know where you were, and you didn’t care. All you wanted was to find that sweet relief of air in your lungs and something to secure you to reality. When a rocky surface scraped against your flailing and searching hands, you clutched onto it for dear life, somehow pulling yourself out of the strong embrace of your kidnapper to try and claw your way up the ledge.

Before you could get far, Bakugou’s strong presence pressed up against your back, one hand holding your hip while the other took hold of your neck, constricting and preventing your body from pulling in the air it needed.

Too weak to resist, you finally forced your eyes open, tears spilling down your cheeks and further blurring your vision. As his lips came to press against your cheek, you whimpered and tried to gasp in the air to your aching lungs. “Ba… Bakugou, please, stop! Take me back to shore!”

“I found this cave for us last night,” Bakugou ignored your plea, inhaling your scent as if your fear was addicting. “It’s perfect. No one can interrupt us… You’re safe.”

“I’m not!” You glanced around, trying to take in your surroundings the best you could in the dim light. From what you could tell, you were in a cave, the only source of light being a hole above you where you could clearly see the beautiful blue sky. It was out of your reach, and with no other visible exits, you knew that this was going to be your tomb. “I’m not safe with you!”

“You’ve always been safe with me,” Growling in your ear, Bakugou dug his nails into the skin of your neck, piercing the delicate flesh and making you whine. “Now more than ever. I’ll protect you with my life. You and our spawn. Our children…”

What? That’s… he can’t! All of this was because he wanted to mate with you, to impregnate you and force you to have his children. Was that even possible?

“But… I’m human! You can’t!”

“I want you, damn it! No other female is worthy of me.” Moving his hand to instead tangle into your hair, he pulled your head back roughly, leaning in to run his tongue over the new bleeding scratches along your neck. Instantly, that same heat that you could still feel throbbing in your pussy spread like fire from the wounds, making you tremble from the stark difference of cold water against your burning skin.

What is that…? I… It’s so hot! It feels so good. Is it some type of venom? Or… I can’t think…

Your mind was beginning to grow hazy from the heat, his teeth lightly scraping across the skin of your neck and shoulder the only thing you could feel outside of the fire.

Bite me… Oh god… Bite me! No, no- what am I thinking? I don’t want it!

A trembling gasp escaped your lips as his teeth clamped down on your skin, easily sinking into your flesh. The fire returned with another stroke of his tongue along the wound, but this time, it was so intense that your body began to quiver, panting into the stale cave air. You felt like you were boiling, half expecting the water around you to begin bubbling and churning with your flame. Your sex was incredibly hot and aching, and you squeezed your thighs together just so you could feel something.

You needed relief. Whatever he was doing to you with each bite and lick of his tongue against your skin was driving you completely mad. “What… What are you doing to me? Why am I so hot?”

A low, satisfied purr left Bakugou’s lips as he smirked against your cheek, releasing your hair to run his hands down along your sides. His nails caught and ripped holes into your swimsuit, which had already been ripped apart at the crotch, so it grew looser against your searing skin. “My mate… you’re almost ready for me.” With a light nudge of his nose against your cheek, you weakly turned your head in response, immediately giving into him the instant his lips pressed against yours. You didn’t care about the blood on his lips nor the strange sweet taste that rolled down your throat, making your belly flutter and burn.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t safe. What would happen to you if things went wrong? What was he going to be putting inside of you? He had said children… What did that mean?

You wanted to contemplate these things, to try and focus on the questions bouncing about in your mind, but they slipped from your fingers the instant you tried to hold onto them. Your mind was clouded by nothing but heat, pain, longing, throbbing, and aching. All the fear you had been feeling was only a vague prickle along your spine, but it was nothing compared to the new overwhelming desire.

Both of his hands gripping on tightly to your hips, Bakugou pressed you up tighter against the rocky ledge, the roughness of the jagged surface against your breasts and hard nipples forcing a soft moan from your lips. With the sound, Bakugou released your lips, pressing his own against your ear as he growled deep and low.

“You’re going to be my mate forever. You hear me? You’re mine. You’re my little horny bitch to breed.” As he spoke to you, so dominating and controlling in a way that made your heart flutter, you felt a new presence between your legs you hadn’t noticed before. It was slick with a slimy consistency, with a curved, ridged head and bumps along the long sides that led back to Bakugou’s hips. It was pulsing and twitching up against your sex, every soft nudge to your clit nearly enough to make you come undone that instant.

That’s his cock… It’s so big… How will it fit inside me? It’ll rip me open…!

“Don’t-” You choked out weakly, trying to shift your hips away from him to no avail. “You can’t! That’ll rip me apart-!” Another harsh bite to your neck made you squeal, unconsciously arching back against him and stroking your cunt along the dick still between your thighs. The pain had you squeezing them together around his girth, bringing a deep groan from his chest, teeth still planted in your skin. The longer he stayed there, the hotter the wound became, spreading through your body like the many times before. “Ow, a-ah, that’s hot! It burns, Bakugou, please!”

Instead of responding with words, Bakugou gave a thrust of his hips, stroking his cock along your sex. The instant he ran across your clit, all your restraint snapped like a twig, waves of pleasure rolling over you as you came. Trembling and moaning, you dug your nails into the rocks you were holding on to, spouting whatever words first came to your mind in a jumbled mess.

“F-fuck, fuck! I’m so hot; It’s so hot! I can’t take it! Please, please no more!”

“There’s only one way to make it go away,” Bakugou lapped up the blood on your neck, shifting his hips so that the tip of his cock rested at your still twitching hole. “I have to fill you up, until you’re nice and full of my spawn. Or else you’ll burn until you die.”

“I-I don’t want them-!”

“You do. Don’t you want to feel better?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll love having me inside you.”

“It’ll… feel good…”

“So fucking good…-” Without waiting for your response, Bakugou began to press himself into you, the head of his thick cock slipping in. The stretch as he vanished inch by inch into your clenching pussy was unlike anything you had ever felt, his girth making you breathless. But it was unlike what you had expected. There was no pain, only an intense pressure and feeling as if you were full all the way up to your throat. By the time he had bottomed out inside you, you had cum again, just the feeling of him pressing against every inch of you enough to push you over the edge. With a low groan, Bakugou dug his nails into your hips, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. “Yes, you’re nice and ready for me. My little mate… so obedient.”

Your mind was blank to everything but the heat and his overwhelming presence inside you. The sensitivity of your body was heightened to the point that you could feel every ridge, every bump and groove of his cock. As he gave his first slow roll of his hips, pulling all the way out to the tip before plunging in again, you immediately lost all control, craving nothing but the pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t take it! Fuck me, please! Use me! I’m your mate, I want your spawn, please-” Your encouragement immediately set him off to fuck you at a faster pace, slamming into your cunt. Your voice was something that you couldn’t restrain, screaming, moaning, and begging for him to use you.

“Yeah, that’s it! My filthy little breeding bitch. Tell me who you belong to!”

“Y-you! I belong to you! I’ll be yours forever- you can use me whenever you want!”

“You’ll never resist me again?”

“No, no! Never!”

As the pleasure began to build rapidly, you rested your forehead against your arm, your eyes rolling back and unable to stop the drool that dripped down your chin, your mouth permanently open with the most lewd sounds you had ever made. He was using you like a sex toy, fucking you at his own pace and indulging completely in his own pleasures. You didn’t care what he did to you at this point, how many scratches marked your back or how much blood you had lost to his bites. All you could think about was him and his cock inside you.

You were unsure how long he fucked you like this, but after your third time cumming, he gripped you by the neck and pulled your upper body back. His presence inside you had your hips arched up in perfect position for him, and he didn’t stop, not even as he growled into your ear.

“Take them all into your hot and precious womb… With this, your body will never be the same for any other man or creature. You are mine. You will be mine forever.” With a few final thrusts, Bakugou came to a stop, buried so deep inside of you that you could feel your cervix stretching uncomfortably. At first, all you could feel was a growing heat, coating your walls and making your core tingle relentlessly. Your clenching and tense core began to pulse with your rapid heartbeat in a way that was new to you, allowing you to relax in his grip. Although your mind was still aching to rid yourself of the fire, whatever was happening to you now loosened your anxious, aching muscles.

Then came the first egg. About the size of a tennis ball, it passed through Bakugou’s cock slowly, only taking a moment to squeeze into your cunt. Gasping fearfully as it continued to slowly move closer, you gripped onto Bakugou’s hand that was around your throat, finding that you were unable to feel your legs enough to try and kick him off. “N-no, no! It won’t fit- a-ah!” Leaning your head back with your mouth and eyes wide open in a silent scream, you were unable to stop him as he lightly bucked his hips into you, urging the egg further down his shaft. With each light thrust, it moved deeper and deeper, stretching you open. When it finally reached his tip, Bakugou gave a grunt as he snapped his hips roughly into yours, bringing forth a scream from your throat as you came hard from the pressure of the egg breaching your cervix into your womb.

The waves of your orgasm helped to pass it through, your eyes rolled back as it passed. There was no pain, but you could feel the new presence in your lower belly, tucked safely inside of you.

Releasing his arm, your hands slid down to caress your own belly, pressing into your lower abdomen lightly. You could feel the tip of Bakugou’s cock inside you, and your light pressure made him growl in your ear.

“Watch it, my pet.”

“I… I want to feel it.”

The next egg coming through was just as blissful as the first, bringing you to orgasm as you kept your fingers pressed into your body. You could feel it this time against your fingertips, bringing a smile to your lips as you bit down eagerly onto your bottom lip. Never in your life had you imagined such pleasure would be yours, to be used and adored by a creature in such an intimate way.

It was heaven.

Eight more followed, bloating your belly. Whatever numbing he had done to you had spread to your stomach, so your muscles were relaxed enough to take on the new presence inside you. You felt full, as if you had eaten an incredibly large meal, but there was no pain. Still, that burning need of satisfaction was ravaging your body. It hadn’t gone away like he had promised it would. Was he not done with you?

Removing his cock from your ravaged body, Bakugou flipped you over to face him, resting you back against the side of the ledge. With a weak grip, you kept yourself up with your legs around his waist, your arms resting limply by your sides. For a moment, you just stared at each other, giving you time to observe his brilliant and handsomely fine features. He was perfection, from the blonde fluff of spiked hair atop his head, to flawless skin, to muscular frame that had you swooning the first time you had met him. He was so gorgeous, and all the sudden so… gentle.

With your new position, he found the opportunity to caress your swollen belly, running his hands along your skin as he gazed down at your form through the clear, rippling water. It was such an odd look to you. Was it longing? Love? Or was it just pride in the work that he had done here, filling you up with his eggs and making you submit to him.

Did he even care about you at all? Or did he just care about keeping your body to use as he pleased?

You were pulled from your stupor of staring at him as his hands traveled up to your breasts, taking hold of the remnants of your swimsuit and ripping it apart. The fabric discarded off to the side, Bakugou leaned in to kiss you again as he squeezed and massaged your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Your mouth opened for him with a moan, allowing him to kiss you as he pleased.

That sweet taste filled your mouth again, making you writhe and wrap your arms around his neck in discomfort of the spreading fire. Your body began to ache again, digging your nails into his skin as you moaned and panted against his lips, which refused to let yours go. Then, without a word, you felt the familiar blunt presence of his cock at your twitching hole, slipping into place like he was simply putting on a glove. You trembled against him as you tried to moan, begging against the kiss for him to let you breathe with any little moment that came your way. He didn’t. He continued to kiss you, to bite and nibble at your lip and your tongue, his sharp fangs piercing the delicate flesh when he was a bit too rough.

“You’re so delicious,” Bakugou groaned against your lips, glaring into your gaze as your fierce need for pleasure grew more severe. “I never want to stop tasting you.”

“I-I want to be done… Bakugou, I want to stop-” A squeak escaped your lips as he dug his cock deeper into your cunt, a new presence making itself known as it slithered up along your clit and against your pelvis. It was just as slimy and wet as the cock inside you, but it was smooth, pointed, and not quite as thick. You wanted to look down between your bodies to see, but you were too distracted by his smirk, his tongue dancing across his blood-stained lips.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

In that same moment, the new appendage that you couldn’t identify began to press against your cunt, beginning to enter you along with his cock. As you were stretched open, you clutched onto his shoulders, gasping and choking on your attempts to breathe. “N-no, wait-!” Clenching your eyes shut, you pushed back on his chest, but your weak body was no match against his overwhelming presence. “Don’t- not both! I can’t!”

Sighing in satisfaction as his hand slid up your body to grip the hair at the back of your head, Bakugou pressed his lips against your cheek, his smirk only growing wider. “You can! I would have only done one at a time, but you’ve just been so naughty fighting against me like this. I have to teach you a fucking lesson, that your body belongs to me.”

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I won’t fight anymore! I won’t!” Tears began to stream down your face as he forced both of his dicks into your cunt. If not for the fire within you that begged for pleasure and the still relaxed muscles from the eggs, you knew that you would be in severe pain. There was none. No, the pleasure is what was driving you mad. You couldn’t take it. It was going to make you go crazy if he kept this up, and you couldn’t bear the thought of him moving.

When he finally began to thrust into you, it rocked your body so hard with pleasure that you couldn’t even find the air to scream or moan. All you could do was lean back against the rocks, not even able to feel the scratching against your back as he pounded into you, hard and deep. Head leaning back, you were sure that you must have had an insane look on your face, with your eyes rolled back and a wide, pleasured smile on your lips. But you couldn’t help it.

It was amazing. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to feel his cocks inside you forever, to be fucked and bred at every chance you possibly had. Nothing could ever compare to this bliss, not even achieving your wildest dreams. Your body was going to belong to him. Your soul was going to belong to him.

This wasn’t right.

How could you give in like this? How could he break you so easily?

It didn’t matter.

“You like my dicks inside you, huh, my pretty mate?” Bakugou hissed in your ear, pulling your consciousness to the front just for a moment.

“I-I love… I love them. So good! Bakugou-”

“-No. Katsuki.” He purred against your lips, watching as your face contorted with your oncoming orgasm.

“Yes… Yes, Katsuki!”

“You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“I’m yours, Katsuki! Fuck, I’m going to cum, fuck, I can’t- I can’t hold it! I can’t!” Your entire body seized up with your release, clutching onto him tightly. With his final few erratic thrusts, Bakugou let out a heavy groan, digging his cocks as deep into you as he could. You could feel his hot release into you, the second dick pulsing and coating your walls. What was more, you could feel the very tip of it dug into your womb, filling you up directly with his cum to join the eggs. You couldn’t believe that you could feel it all so clearly, your body so sensitive and yet so in tune with his that it had seemed you were familiar with this.

You weren’t, of course. As he removed himself from you, leaving you feeling incredibly empty, all your energy felt like it left with him and you collapsed forward, head against his chest. You couldn’t feel him caressing you. You couldn’t feel his fingers tenderly stroking your hair. All you could feel, as the fire within your core began to vanish, was an overwhelming sense of shame. What had you just done? What had you just been forced to do? None of this was right. You shouldn’t be here.

Those things you had said to him… you didn’t mean it. Did you? Did you really want to belong to him? Were you really going to just lay down and accept that this was it?

“[Name].”

Jumping at the sound of his voice, you timidly sat up, looking up at him in fear as a new wave of tears rolled down your cheeks. Too scared to talk, you waited for him to continue, not even wanting to blink in fear that he would react badly. Though, his expression was quite soft, his crimson eyes glancing over your face with worry.

“Are you okay?”

“I… yes.” You could barely find it in you to speak, the words coming out as a choked whisper. Why did you say that? Of course you weren’t okay. You were scratched up, bitten, bruised, and filled with eggs, for fucks sake! Why weren’t you yelling and screaming at him?

“Here.” Caressing you carefully, Bakugou moved you both over to a different ledge, carefully lifting you up to sit on it. “There’s a blanket and other things there for you.”

Sitting there with your legs dangling in the water, you slowly wrapped your arms around your swollen belly, beginning to tremble from the cold. “O… okay.”

With a frustrated grunt at the fact that you neglected to move, Bakugou hoisted himself up onto the ledge, sitting beside you and reaching back to snatch the blanket he had mentioned. “Damn stupid woman, you need to stay warm!” As he draped it around your shoulders, you couldn’t stop but flinch away from him a bit, tears still streaming down your face in fear. “Why are you scared of me?”

“I don’t… want you to hurt me anymore.”

Bakugou gave the back of your head a gentle stroke, letting his arm rest around your back. “You got it all wrong, moron. I don’t want to hurt you. Your wounds will heal quickly because of my venom… And being sore won’t last, you’ll be numb for a while.”

“You act like you’ve done this before.”

“... We don’t need to talk about that. It doesn’t fucking matter. You’re all I care about, now. I’m going to protect you.” Bakugou caressed your cheek, turning your head to look up at him. “I don’t just go for random women. I picked you for more than just your body. You should rest…”

His final words were more of a command than a suggestion, and with that gruff growl in his voice, you listened. Scooting back towards the pad of blankets he had set up on the ground, you used the one around your shoulders to first dry off the best you could, before shuffling under the others. It was warm and oddly comfortable, but you expected that you’d find even a bed full of needles comfortable with how exhausted you were. As you settled down on your side, you watched Bakugou as he slipped back into the water, vanishing beneath the surface and leaving you alone in the cave.

With the silence, more tears began to flow down your cheeks, running your hands up and down along your swollen belly as you craved the warmth of the sun and the cheeky grinning merman you had loved just yesterday.

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porta-decumana · 3 years ago

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Codex Entry; Valentina bas Calidus

Valentina bas Calidus is a star in the Garlean theatre world, particularly gifted at singing opera. Born in the imperial province of Nhalmasque to an upper middle class family, Valentina has ever yearned for a luxurious lifestyle. And she achieved it, though not without incredibly hard work and determination. Being not from the wealthiest family, Valentina’s family financially struggled to put her into the classes necessary to attain her lifelong goal of being an opera singer. She was not blind to her family’s struggles either, feeling guilty for pursuing such a lofty dream but simultaneously unable to let it go. Her parents wanted what was best for her but they also wanted her to be happy and so she threw everything she had into her training. The results eventually paid off with her landing a role on the stage in the capital of Garlemald.

From there, Valentina jumped between roles, eventually garnering enough attention to star in a show. It was after one of her performances that she met Gaius van Baelsar, who was so taken with her that he insisted they must meet again. Valentina, who had gotten a reputation for being poised and calm, was basically tripping over herself in accepting another meeting with the legatus. They hit it off quickly and Gaius, who was already in an open relationship with Cassius Flavus, began to entertain the idea of a polycule between the three of them. Valentina was delighted by the idea, not wanting to commit to anything too seriously despite how much she did enjoy the legatus’s company. Her career took her on many trips beyond Ilsabard and she was the type to struggle staying in one place for long. She wanted to see the world and Gaius could not blame her for it.

Valentina made Baelsar Manor her headquarters in Garlemald not long after that conversation. She and Cassius warmed to each other over time, though Cassius’s shameless flirtatiousness occasionally grated on her. The two became something of friendly rivals, bantering back and forth in endless verbal clashes that Gaius would sometimes grumble were a little too heated for his liking. It was in good fun (mostly) and the two did have a sort of relationship built on gently sniping each other with insults and taking whatever frustrations out in the bedroom.

Although Valentina did spend a good portion of her time in Garlemald, as time wore on, she became quite enamored with traveling-- she had always wanted to see the world, after all, and her trips became more and more frequent. There were some rumors suggesting that Valentina only dallied with Gaius for his coin but those closest to her know otherwise. Despite being career-focused, Valentina did care for Gaius greatly but often felt torn between two worlds she wanted to be a part of. She did have good relationships with Cassius and Marilla later on, but Gaius was her true love and many people could see it in her eyes when the two were together. When Gaius allegedly fell to the Warriors of Light, Valentina was heartbroken. She became distant, spending most of her time on the road. Any intimacy she shared with Cassius and Marilla dissipated and she eventually was rumored to have moved on to another lover, though she did stay at Baelsar Manor when she had business in the capital.

She was unfortunately at Baelsar Manor when Gaius was said to have assassinated Varis zos Galvus, resulting in her being taken in for questioning. Though she tried to use her contacts in the Garlemald high society to get herself released from custody, her attempts allegedly failed. She was said to have been eventually released but remained behind in Garlemald to care for an injured Marilla. Her last known location was the capital when the civil war broke out.

#lore; codex entries #valentina bas calidus #side characters #apologies for any typos #my adhd brain is going brr and editing is really hard rn #long post

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mrsdoctordear · 3 years ago

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How L. M. Montgomery portrays grief in the Anne of Green Gables books

Anne encounters and navigates grief several times throughout the AOGG series, from Matthew's death in the first book to two of her children’s deaths in the later ones. In each instance, L. M. Montgomery portrays grief very accurately and stays true to its many forms—from confusion to anger and a sense of betrayal, as well as disinterest and indifference to life without our loved ones.

Below are ten different points that Montgomery hits on in her explorations of grief.

1. A part of our old self dies with the person we loved.

"It was the last night before sorrow touched her life; and no life is ever quite the same again when once that cold, sanctifying touch has been laid upon it."

(Anne of Green Gables, Ch. 36)

2. We can hardly imagine life without our loved one, yet almost struggle to remember what our life was like with them in it.

"Half the time it seems to me that Matthew can't be dead; and the other half it seems as if he must have been dead for a long time and I've had this horrible dull ache ever since."

(Anne of Green Gables, Ch. 37)

3. We hate to think that we can be happy again, as if in surrending our grief, we also surrender part of our love for the person we've lost.

"It won't hurt so much always, Anne." "The thought that it may stop hurting sometimes hurts me worse than all else, Marilla."

(Anne’s House of Dreams, Ch. 19)

4. We grow angry with what we don't understand and scoff at the beliefs we formerly held.

"It was God's will, Anne," said Marilla, helpless before the riddle of the universe—the why of undeserved pain. "And little Joy is better off." "I can't believe that," cried Anne bitterly. Then, seeing that Marilla looked shocked, she added passionately, "Why should she be born at all—why should any one be born at all—if she's better off dead? I don't believe it is better for a child to die at birth than to live its life out—and love and be loved—and enjoy and suffer—and do its work—and develop a character that would give it a personality in eternity. And how do you know it was God's will? Perhaps it was just a thwarting of His purpose by the Power of Evil. We can't be expected to be resigned to that."

(Anne’s House of Dreams, Ch. 19)

5. We hate to be alone with ourselves, for it leaves us alone with the unwelcome company of our grief.

"Would you like company or would you rather be alone?" "If by company you mean yours I'd much rather have it than be alone," said Anne, smiling. Then she sighed. She had never before minded being alone. Now she dreaded it. When she was alone now she felt so dreadfully alone.

(Anne’s House of Dreams, Ch. 20)

6. We become disinterested in many of the things we once enjoyed.

In the mournful eventide Grief was closely at my side, Shrinking from her sullen woe Much I longed to see her go. Music lost its tender grace When I looked on her grim face, Flowers no more were sweet to me, Sunshine lost its witchery, Laughter hid itself in fear Of that Presence dour and drear, Little dreams in pale dismay Made all haste to steal away. Reft of what had made me glad, Grief alone was all I had

(The Blythes are Quoted, Part 2: The Fourth Evening, Grief)

7. To forget our grief for awhile is only to remember it keenly later on.

"Oh, I wish I could just keep on working all the time, Susan," cried poor Rilla. "And I wish I didn't have to go to sleep. It is hideous to go to sleep and forget it for a little while, and wake up and have it all rush over me anew the next morning. Do people ever get used to things like this, Susan?"

(Rilla of Ingleside, Ch. 23)

8. Just when we feel as though we couldn't live with grief any longer, we realize that we haven't any other choice—for as long as it is a resident in our lives, we must learn to acquaint ourselves with it and tolerate its existence.

"'I cannot bear it,' she said. And then came the awful thought that perhaps she could bear it and that there might be years of this hideous suffering before her."

(Rilla of Ingleside, Ch. 14)

9. Once life begins to return to normal, it becomes difficult for us to distinguish between moving on and moving forward.

"And then Avonlea settled back to its usual placidity and even at Green Gables affairs slipped into their old groove and work was done and duties fulfilled with regularity as before, although always with the aching sense of 'loss in all familiar things.' Anne, new to grief, thought it almost sad that it could be so—that they could go on in the old way without Matthew. [...] 'It seems like disloyalty to Matthew, somehow, to find pleasure in these things now that he has gone,' she said wistfully to Mrs. Allan one evening when they were together in the manse garden. [...] 'I am sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But I can understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.'"

(Anne of Green Gables, Ch. 37)

10. But for as long as our loved ones are in our memory, they are in our lives.

“I've read somewhere that 'our dead are never dead until we have forgotten them.' Matthew will never be dead to me, for I can never forget him."

(Anne’s House of Dreams, Ch. 3)

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seawolvesanddragons · 4 years ago

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AWAE 25 Days of Christmas Day 16: “You’ve got a little something-”

“Here we come a-Wassailing among the leaves so green!” Anne’s melodic voice echoed throughout Green Gables, it’s owner resonating in her solitude. Anne was a social girl, but she still appreciated her time to her own thoughts. She had spent much of her childhood in the company of her own self, and it was somewhat comforting to retreat into her own being at times. It also allowed for Anne to do things she normally would be asked to stop - such as singing Christmas carols at the top of her voice in the kitchen as she kneaded bread.

Marilla, as she oft reminded Anne, was a fan of soft music. Not bellowing from the rafters.

But with Marilla at Mrs. Lynde’s for tea, and Matthew out on the grounds, there was no one for Anne to bother with her singing - or to bother her.

“Here we go a wandering, so fairly to be seen; Love and joy come to you, and to you a Wassail too-”

“God bless you and send you a Happy New Year,” a light, pleasant tenor joined in the chorus, causing Anne to jump out of her skin. She let out a yelp as she whirled around, the bread falling to the table with a thick thunk.

Gilbert stood in the kitchen entryway, struggling not to laugh.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I did knock, but you didn’t hear me. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“I wasn’t frightened!” Anne protested immediately. And she hadn’t been - not really. She had been slightly startled, that was all. Who wouldn’t be, when someone snuck up on them in the kitchen. That was just poor manners. That was the only reason her heart was still racing - irritation. Not because she had been frightened, and certainly not for any other reason relating to Gilbert Blythe.

Gilbert raised a brow in the infuriating manner of his, but he didn’t contradict her. “I just stopped by to see if you had any vanilla, Mary needs some for her Christmas Cake.”

“Right, of course,” Anne dusted her hands off on her apron. “Marilla keeps it up here, so it’s less likely to get knocked off and break.” She stretched her hand up towards the top shelf. The vanilla had been pushed back a bit though, and her hand didn’t quite reach. Anne pushed herself up on her tiptoes, straining to grasp the bottle.

“Here, allow me,” Gilbert offered, stepping behind her to help. Anne hadn’t given up her own attempt to grab it though and their arms bumped each other. Anne felt goosebumps rise up on the grazed arm. Gilbert was a half head taller than Anne, and his hands reached the bottle easily, plucking it down.

Anne set her heels back on the floor, determinedly ignoring any part of her that would label such assistance gentlemanly. She turned away from the shelf, and found herself centimeters away from Gilbert. She hadn’t realized how close he had stepped when he grabbed the bottle. Looking at the wide-eyed expression on his own face, neither had he.

“Is there anything else you - I mean Mary, needs?” Anne asked quickly, feeling a bit short of breath.

“What? No, no,” Gilbert said hastily. “This was all she asked for.”

“Right,” Anne nodded slowly. Dimly, she was aware that they should move, now that Gilbert’s errand was over, but her feet didn’t seem to be working properly.

“Sorry that I didn’t let you in properly before,” Anne added. She hoped Marilla didn’t hear that story - it didn’t exactly put Anne in a good hosting light.

“Oh, it wasn’t a problem,” Gilbert said dismissively. “I liked hearing you sing. You have a beautiful voice.”

What in heavens name was she supposed to say to that?

“Thanks. You do as well. Have a nice singing voice, I mean,” Anne said, feeling like she might sink through the floor in mortification at her mangled compliment. This was a disaster. A calamity of concerning proportions!

“It always annoyed Bash, when I sang on the ship,” Gilbert smiled. “I’m glad someone likes it.” He gave a miniscule frown. “Hold on, you’ve got a little something-” Without a word of warning, Gilbert’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing the freckles under her eye. Anne’s breath caught.

Gilbert seemed to only realize what he had just done afterwards, his eyes panicked. His hand dropped to his side as if it had been stung.

“You - you had a bit of flour there,” he said weakly, clearly mortified. But he didn’t step back, or try to leave. It was as if he were rooted to the spot, unable to move, in the same enchantment currently leaving Anne locked into place.

Up close, she could count every shade of green and brown in his eyes. Anne had always been aware theoretically that Gilbert was a handsome boy; she was friends with Ruby after all. But now it seemed to be hitting her all at once, like a tidal wave on the beach, knocking her down and sweeping her up again.

“Anne?” Gilbert whispered, and hearing her name from his lips moved something inside her.

She leaned forward and kissed him lightly, hesitantly.

Then she drew back, and waited for his response.

#these are still long #sorry #time for Anne to steal a kiss though #if I learned anything from season 3 it's that Gilbert has no issue just waltzing into green gables #awae #anne with an e #anne of green gables #awae fic #anne shirley cuthbert #shirbert #gilbert blythe #prompts welcomed please #i need new ideas #25 days of christmas challenge

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league-of-thots · 5 years ago

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The Summoning

Pairing: dabi x reader x hawks

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, blood play, dp, sacrificial summoning, mind manipulation, angels/demons/magic, gore, branding

A/N: So this was supposed to be a short little fic.... but thats not how it turned out, but im happy that it came out this way. I think its much better than what I originally had. Uh, please read the warnings because this has some things which could definitely be triggering.

thanks to @lady-bakuhoe, @ikinabi, and @marilla-eldriana for listening to me talk my ass off about it LMAO

other tags: @yaoyorozuwrites, @dee-madwriter

You were beyond upset, tonight wasn’t supposed to be a night where you were heading into a bar on your own, dressed up for a date cut early, and freshly out of a relationship. As you sat down at the end of a rowdy bar, you can’t help the tears flowing out of your eyes. You’ve been holding them in for a while, trying not to break down in public, but sitting here with nothing else to do, you can’t stop the small sobs that break out.

The bartender makes her way towards you, her lips turned down sadly as she starts cleaning up some glasses at the sink near you methodically. Your sobs die down as she starts speaking to you.

“Rough night, sis?”

“Yeah, you could say that again.”

“Need something to drown it out?” you nod as she goes to grab some heavy liquid you can’t recognize. Whatever it is, it smells rank, you think as you lift the shot glass up towards your nose to sniff it. You shoot it back, and shudder at the brief taste you get before you swallow it down, throat burning a bit as you let out a slight cough. She offers another with a gesture and you nod in response, quickly downing the second, and you nurse the third.

Suddenly, a man in a raggedy black overcoat sits down beside you, raising a finger as he asks for some type of sake, and says “One for the crying mess, too.” In a raspy voice. You don’t even feel offended, it’s true, but he didn’t need to say it so harshly right in front of you. Although you wouldn’t say no to the free drink, as you quickly drained the one that you’d bought.

“Thanks,” you mumble to him, the alcohol not really hitting you yet. You wipe the tears from your face. “What’s your name?”

“Dabi.” He answers shortly, grabbing the sake and tipping it back, watching as you do the same. “You’re new here, but drinking like you’re about to be enlisted. What’s up?”

Now normally, you wouldn’t be giving your life story to a random stranger who- quite frankly- looked like he belonged in a prison cell. However, normally you didn’t have four generous shots of heavy liquor coursing through your veins after having just broken up with your last boyfriend of just over a year.

“Stupid asshat of a guy dumps me after over a year of being together for some stupid reason.” You sigh, head in your hands. “I don’t even get why? Like I was so blindsided and I feel like such a fucking idiot.”

“Sounds like a real idiot,” Dabi replies, sliding you another drink which you eagerly accept, drinking it in a rage.

“Like, fuck, I’m just not ready yet! Like, yeah if he was hard, I’d help him deal with it. But I just didn’t feel ready for sex, and he kept trying to force me, and when I get mad at that I’m the bad guy.” You’re starting to get a little dizzy, but at the moment, you’re so upset that you can’t really be bothered by it. You just want to be angry and heartbroken and drunk for a little while. So you don’t really have to face moving out of your shared apartment until later, tomorrow at the earliest.

“Was it a one-off thing? ‘Cause that’s a bit of an overreaction if that’s the case.” You’re so happy to have someone to vent too that you don’t notice the intent expression Dabi has on his face, you miss the way his body leans towards you eagerly waiting for an answer.

“Well, no.” you shift a bit uncomfortable in your seat. “But he said he was fine with it! That he was alright with waiting.”

“Well obviously he was lying. You must’ve been really stingy with sex.” You shouldn’t feel that hurt by a stranger’s words, especially when he has no idea about who you are and what your story was.

“I just didn’t want my first time to be forced onto me.” You mumble, looking into your glass. You were starting to feel the dizziness from the rapidly consumed drinks. “I wasn’t ready for it.” You could feel the tears welling up again, not even bothering to try and stop them.

“Makes sense. So, you’re a virgin then? And your boyfriend wanted to have sex and you didn’t so he broke up with you?” The odd phrasing of the questions didn’t even stand out to you.

“Yes! Except he said it was fine and I believed him!” you wail out, you’re crying hard now into your arms that are lain on the bar top. You feel a hesitant hand patting your shoulder rather awkwardly, but his hand is really warm and you feel a bit better at the soft contact.

“Sounds like a real idiot to me. You want another drink, doll?” he says softly into your ear. His breath tickles your neck a bit and you giggle a bit as you sway on your stool.

“I don’t have the money! Ahaha… I’ve gotta save it now because I have to move out of the stupid apartment.”

“Don’t worry, I have some money to spend. What better way to spend it than on a pretty girl, hmm?” You blush a little at the attention. His blue eyes are intense and you can’t keep eye contact for long with him.

“I mean, if you’d like too, I won’t stop you.” You hum.

“Alright then.” He gestures to the bartender, a dangerous grin on his face. You thought that you’d be spending the night alone, but you’re glad to have been proven wrong.

The two of you nurse some drinks as you talk a bit, most of the talking done by you, the alcohol loosening your mouth as you tell him a lot of your time with your ex, and whatever random thought pops into your head. He doesn’t talk much, but it’s not really off-putting as he usually interjects with sarcastic one liners and small questions, nodding as you continue your stories.

It’s getting later in the night and you’re blissfully drunk, unable to process the shitty feelings and how terrible you feel. Dabi seems to notice this and gets one of those grins he gets when you say how bad you want to fucking deck your ex in the face. It makes your heart beat in excitement.

“You’ll do shots with me, right?” You nod, excited. Dabi orders six drinks, and you feel yourself tense in sudden apprehension. That’s a lot considering that you’d already drank a few… how many was it now? It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself. He seems to notice your hesitance though.

“What? Can’t handle a few shots?” his smile is teasing, but his words are daring you to agree with him, and you bristle in response.

“Of course I can!” part of you is screaming at you, telling you how bad of an idea this is, but its easy to drown out in the haze of your mind.

“Good, you can try to keep up with me then.” He shoots down the first without even warning and you scramble to catch up with him, grabbing the glass sitting in front of you, and tossing the drink back. You’re coughing a bit, the harshness of the shot winning against your already weakened and sensitive throat. Boldly you grab the next and shoot it down as well.

That might’ve been a mistake, because you splutter more, you can barely think, and you feel like you’re choking on the air you’re breathing in. Dabi’s face looks concerned as he asks you if you’re alright. You can only shake your head in response, knowing that you can’t possibly try to talk like this. He sees you swaying and clutching your now stomach as it rolls nauseatingly.

“Don’t worry, this is on me, I thought she was alright with them.” He’s speaking to the bartender, who looks worried and a little suspicious given his appearance, but his voice sounds like its in the end of a long tunnel to you. You accept being pulled into his arms as he leads you outside for some fresh air, he’s produced a bottle of water, and opens it one handed before handing it to you.

You try to thank him but that goes terribly, as you start dry heaving when you open your mouth. He has a sad, but un-surprised look on his face as he takes in your motions. If you were focused enough you probably would’ve said he looked satisfied, but that doesn’t make sense because he has no idea who you are.

Suddenly, everything starts spinning and you vaguely feel Dabi place your arm over his shoulder. You close your eyes, desperate to try and stop yourself from vomiting all over the man who was trying to help you. It’s your main focus as you lean almost all of your weight onto him and drag your feet across the pavement. You don’t know where he’s taking you but you can barely think much less stop him and you continue to keep your eyes closed, not worried at all.

Dabi couldn’t believe his luck meeting you. He’d just finished the final touches on the circle, he was practically all set up except for the link, the sacrifice. Of course, he’d been planning to go into bars to find the perfect person for his ritual, but he didn’t think it would’ve happened so quickly! He’d expected it to take months, and what a relief it was that it hadn’t! He can barely contain his excitement as he keeps your form tight to his body.

You were so naïve, so trusting, latching onto the first person that offered you kindness. Getting drunk on your own in a rather sketchy bar on a Saturday night, what had you been thinking? He knew you’d had a shitty day, but getting drunk at home surely would’ve been the superior option, anyone could see that.

It’s a decent walk to his place unfortunately, he knows that the usual 20-minute walk will likely double with you barely able to stand, much less walk quickly. So, he sighs and reminds himself exactly why this is so important. Why he’s even bothering to ‘save’ your pathetic form.

The runs and sigils are going to look fucking gorgeous carved into your body, he thinks, still dragging you along. You’re almost to the point of unconsciousness, he notices, and it might be easier for him if you were unconscious. At least then he wouldn’t have to be concerned for how he drags you. The pitiful whimpering noises are so annoying to listen to, so he moved slow enough that you could sort of drag yourself and not make those noises.

Dabi keeps running through the steps in his head, the rituals, the incantations, and the carvings…. He knew he was a powerful castor. He could only hope that the practice he’d put in, the training he’d put in and the beautiful and pure sacrifice he’d found would be enough to actually summon Satan.

He knows with the power boost he could finally rid the world of his wretched father. Could finally get rid of him and his stupid fucking followers and coven.

He’d take them all. And he’d win, he knew it.

He’s finally dragged you to his apartment, and at this point you’re barely conscious in his arms. Good, it would make the carvings so much easier with you unable to struggle. Plus, with the fact that the alcohol would cloud your senses so you’d feel less pain and make less noise. He wonders if you’re even going to understand what’s happening to you, if you’re going to cry out in fear and confusion. He can’t even lie, the idea of that makes him feel a warmth down in his core, makes him start to feel hard, god, he bets your screams will sound as pretty as you are.

He has one of the only basement rooms in the apartment, the other two abandoned because of how cold and dirty it is down there, plus there was only cold water that ran down in the basement. However, it was secluded and quiet there, and that’s exactly what Dabi needed in a place. Somewhere where he could lay low while he bides his time, planning and training and waiting. He wasn’t originally a patient person, but he’d learned to be, and it was something that he was proud of.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to explain to any of his upstairs neighbours why he’s dragging you across the lobby to the back set of stairs that only lead down to the concrete hall downstairs. He’s gotten a pretty large space in his basement room, especially with the way he’s completely emptied his living room. The couch is pushed against the wall, table and tv also against the wall leaving a large rug on the floor. The lucky part was that he didn’t ever have a ton of possessions, so it was rather easy for him to make the circle on the floor and cover it with a large goat-skin rug.

He doesn’t have many chairs, only the ones at the small bar behind which his kitchen is located, so he tosses you onto the leather couch on your side in case you were to vomit. He can’t have you dying before he sacrifices you after all. He checks to make sure that you’re really out of it before he goes into his washroom to start cleaning himself and preparing his mind for the layers of spell he’s about to cast.

He’s started clearing his mind as he walks into his room, crystals glistening even in the non-natural light, as he starts to slow his breathing in a rather deep and slow pattern. He feels himself start to go into a state he can only get into when he’s concentrating on magic. All his troubles seem to slip away as he steps into the warm running water. He keeps the sigils he’s going to be needing soon in mind as he washes away all the dirt and grime from the bar, washing away all the petty crime to get prepared for something far, far worse.

When he’s towelled off, he puts on some cotton boxers, and soft grey pants, leaving himself shirtless in the chilling air. He feels the goosebumps start to creep up his arms as he grabs the old iron lighter, the only gift from his mother that he’d manage to take with him when he had to get out with his life after his father had found out what he’d done.

You’re pretty much asleep on the couch when he comes out, and he looks over you, your innocent form, so fucking pleased at the sacrifice he’d managed to snatch. Turning away, he starts to take out some candles that he has stashed in the wooden chest beside his couch, the colours he uses going to be black, purple and red.

After moving the carpet off, he places the candles in groups of three at the points and nodes of the circled star. Afterwards, he grabs the red chalk he has and starts to write the various Latin incantations around the circle. He ignores your soft snores, you seem to be mumbling something in your sleep, as he continues his work. It’s taking a lot more time than he’d like it to.

But soon enough, he thinks, it’ll all be worth it.

You feel yourself lifted into the air, your head spinning even before you even open your eyes. Where are you? What’s happening? You try to open your eyes, but it’s so nauseating and disorienting seeing the dark room spinning around, you’re sure you’ve never been in before. You feel yourself lowered onto the ground, rather roughly. You keep your eyes closed trying to wait out the dizzy spell as you hear the click of a lighter, and you shudder, expecting to feel a sting of burning flames.

But you don’t, and you hear the clicking a few more times. You start to feel a little more stable and you squint, trying to see what’s happening. You try and sit up, but you can’t with your dexterity hindered by the alcohol, and your wrists and ankles bound in ropes. You start to panic slightly, the last thing you can remember is accepting a few drinks from a man, Dabi wasn’t it?

“Oh, you’re up. That’s good, you need to be conscious for this part.” Speak of the devil and there he shall appear. You feel a surge of fear as you turn your head towards the man.

“What did you do? Why am I here?” you stumble, trying to cut through the fog in your head.

“More like what did you do? Who goes out on their own in a sketchy part of town late at night? You were practically begging for something bad to happen to you.” You notice that he’s half naked and you shudder, remembering what you’d told him before and you get a terrible feeling in your gut.

“No I wasn’t! I just wanted the night to not be complete shit!” You desperately search for anything in your reach that you could use to get yourself out of this situation. You can’t even roll away, you notice that there are iron pegs nailed into the ground and you are tied to those. You want to cry, you don’t know what you did to deserve this.

“Well, you should’ve just stayed at home,” you hear a knife being pulled out of a holder, and in the corner of your eye you can see Dabi heating the blade against a large gas flame. It’s a twisted knife, the three sides a blue and black metal with a small skull on the end of the hilt. The metal is glowing red hot at the parts where it had been heated though.

You squirm away from him as much as you can in your restraints when he kneels in front of you with the knife in his hand. “Stop fucking wiggling, It’ll hurt you more because I will nail you to the fucking floor if there’s a chance of me messing these up because of you.” You stop your motions, not wanting whatever’s coming to be made worse. So instead, you start screaming as loud as you can for help, the desperation in your tone evident.

He just throws his head back in mad laughter at that. “Keep on screaming! I haven’t even started the fun bit yet baby! Nobody can hear you down here you know? It’s utterly fucking pointless for you to cry for help. But please go on, it makes me feel soooo good.”

You feel your eyes widen in horror looking at the man’s face. He’s still oddly attractive, the flames giving his face sharper shadows, making him look almost inhuman. You’ve never wanted to disappear from someone’s gaze so badly before.

You shudder as you feel his cold hand push you over and down on your stomach. How are you supposed to get out of there when you’re lying on your stomach with him pressing his weight into you.

You are mid thought when the first lick of iron hot metal is brought onto your back. You cry out in surprise and pain, the knife tugging at your muscles and you can feel the ridges it has. Tears spring to your eyes, but it doesn’t seem to hurt as much as you would’ve thought, it must be all the alcohol still coursing its way through your system.

You can’t focus on the words he’s murmuring as he continues to slice designs with purpose into your back. He laughs whenever you let out a vicious scream and you can’t see his face but you can tell he’s enjoying the process immensely.

“Shirt’s getting in the way of the rest of it sweetheart, guess it’s time to take it off now.” He’s so smug which makes you feel humiliated as you press your head into the ground trying to put yourself together. You whimper as you feel your shirt lifted and hear the fabric tearing.

You’re now shivering half naked on the cold concrete floor and starting to lose your grip on reality as the pain sends you drifting in and out of consciousness. You feel sharp pain as he starts designing up your spine, humming a bit as he goes. Why’d you have to meet a psychopath tonight? Wasn’t your luck just so shitty lately.

You lose track of time as he works, you’re pretty sure that you lose consciousness for most of it, but luckily Dabi doesn’t wake you up for it. However, when you do come to, you notice how badly your throat hurts, you must’ve been screaming a lot for that to happen.

“You ready for the front now? Then we can finally get the real thing started.”

“Please, isn’t there enough? I don’t want anymore stop please! Just let me go.” You try pleading with him, knowing it’s probably not going to work. He doesn’t even deign you with response to your pathetic attempt. Instead he flips you over, your hands now positioned up above your head.

Your limbs feel like lead, and you feel as if all your energy has been draining out of you along with the blood that’s come oozing out of your wounds. You can’t move, you’re stuck and all you can do is look at the man doing this to you and seethe in anger and hatred. His eyes seem to be burning with bright blue flames, but surely that must be you hallucinating? People’s eyes don’t glow.

“Finally,” he breathes out as he leans back and admires his handiwork. He’s looking at you with blown open eyes, erection prominent and you can see the outline through his sweatpants. “Now it’s just to call him while I carve my name into your chest. You’re gonna spell it out for me, got that doll? Or else I can start working on the other bits of skin.”

You just want it over with at this point, you’ll go along with his idea just so you can finally get out. “Fine.” You whisper, resigned to it at this point.

“D.” He must’ve heated up the knife again, because it burns more than it did before and you scream your throat raw as he carves this much deeper that the other markings.

“A!” you screech, hoping it ends soon, at least he has a short name.

“B!” your voice cracks in your agony and your chest is aching.

“I!” you sob, tears streaming down your face again as feel your body go completely limp as you succumb to darkness once again.

Dabi tries to get his breathing in control, looking at your broken and bleeding form. He’s never felt this aroused by someone, and he was right, your screams were like an orchestra playing the most beautiful music he’s ever heard.

But that was a bonus. It was time for the summoning, and so it was time to focus and go through it. He slices his left palm, your blood mixing with his before he lets it spill over, mesmerized by how it drip, drip, drips onto the stained concrete. One last incantation that he has to say, and he hasn’t been this excited since he’d first found out he was a castor, and that he was a pretty powerful one at that.

He waits anxiously in silence, eyes on you as more blood oozes from all the markings, there’s thin linking of red all around the cuts. He wishes that the sacrifice didn’t require a virgin because he desperately wanted to take it from you himself.

Lost in his thoughts, the sudden burst of wind that erupts from the centre of the circle, from under your form blows out all the candles.

“Well, aren’t you an ambitious one. Trying to summon Satan all on your own.” Dabi jerks around at the lilting voice from behind him, somehow, it’s both amused and condescending at the same time, and Dabi bristles at it.

“You aren’t powerful enough to be him, I didn’t summon you.” His teeth are grinding in frustration.

“So rude, and we’ve only just met! Look kid, you don’t have the power or the numbers to summon Satan right now, but I’m the highest-level under-creature you could get.” His eyes seem to glow gold in the darkness, they light up his sharp features.

Dabi lets out a growl with a few curses. “Whatever, that doesn’t matter, I knew it was a long shot. You said you were the highest I could get. How high is that?” His grin is devious as he hears the question.

“I’m Hawks, fallen angel at your service. As for how high I am? I’m in the 5th level range.” Dabi whistles at that. “So, does that mean you’re going to strike a deal with me? I haven’t gotten a serious one in a while. It’s getting seriously boring down there.”

“You should be able to lend me the amount of firepower I’d need for it. What are your terms, and how does the transfer work in your deals?” he grins showing off his fangs a bit as he cages Dabi in a bit despite being shorter, wings making him seem much larger though.

“Here’s the fun part, because I’m a fallen angel, it works a little differently! My powers got corrupted so that sacrifice you have there – oh she’s an actual virgin! – is going to be your ticket to my powers.”

“So, I have to keep her safe?”

He shrugs, “You asked, I’m just telling you friend. Obviously, the price is the same as any other deal.”

“Obviously.”

“So, you’re prepared for that? Hell isn’t as nice as you’d think.”

“No shit Sherlock, but don’t worry, I’ve thought it through a fair bit.” Hawks laughs at that.

“Alright! Since my fall was lust based, the power transfer is too, if you catch my drift.” Hawks says with a raised eyebrow.

“….sort of?”

“Oh my god, are you an idiot?”

“I don’t want to hear that from you, chicken man.” Dabi just wants this over with, he’s getting a little antsy. “Can we get started already?”

“Alright then, time to wake up sleeping beauty over there.”

You feel yourself being blearily shaken awake, and you’re shocked to see a different face than Dabi’s in front of you. He’s gorgeous, and his wings, despite being an eerie dark red, are full and look so soft. Blearily, you try to reach up to try and feel them, forgetting that your hands are tied to the peg on the floor. The man looks at you with pity and amusement.

“Hey there, I’m Hawks, are you ready to become a human magic battery?” he says cheerily, words much at odds with his words and expression.

“What, no, what’s going on? Please there’s a man here – Dabi – and he’s kidnapped me! You have to help me out, call the police, why are you smiling?” You feel the tiny bit of hope that had grown up come crashing down as you observed the – man? Angel? – who called himself Hawks.

“Yeah, my friend Dabi and I have a little arrangement here. You know what I am right? You should know that struggling is useless. Just lay back and enjoy the ride, baby.” His eyes pierce your soul and you find yourself unable to even think of a response to that.

You don’t even completely realize what that means until he starts nuzzling your neck as his hands go towards your tits, starting to play with your pebbled nipples, his hands surprisingly warm.

“No please, I don’t want that…” you say weakly, completely spent already from the ordeal that Dabi had put you through. “I just want to go home!” you’re so delirious from pain and the small bits of pleasure you’re trying to pretend aren’t happening at Hawks’ toying with you.

“Too bad little bird, you don’t really have a say in the matter at the moment.” He bites down on your neck hard, drawing blood which he then licks up. “So, fucking good! Haven’t been able to do this in so long.” He’s grinding into you, the layers of fabric bringing you stimulation and pleasure as you moan, immediately tensing up in embarrassment and shame.

“Don’t be like that, I always make people feel good like this, so just relax.” His eyes are glowing and as you look into them, you feel yourself relaxing a bit. Maybe you should relax, he definitely knows what he’s doing, you can feel the heat building in your core and your hazy mind start to lose focus. His eyes, are just so fucking beautiful, and the way his fingers are moving feel amazing.

He turns his head down, lapping lightly at your breast. His tongue is warm, but the metal stud on his tongue makes you moan out in delight.

“Oh so you do like it!” he exclaims brightly. “Let’s get this started now baby.” Your mind is still screaming at you that this is wrong, that you don’t want this, that you need to struggle and get free. With all the distractions in your mind, its so deliciously easy to fall into a hazy daydream like trance as he licks up the blood from your wounds. His tongue makes it feel so, so good. He switches breasts, tugging on your nipples as you mewl in delight. Once you let go, everything was so much better!

He sucks bruises onto your hips, nipping at them with his sharpened fangs. “Oi, don’t enjoy yourself too much there Dabi, you gotta go a round too after.” You turn to see Dabi stretched out like a cat on his couch, his cock out of his pants as he languidly strokes it. It’s pierced and you find yourself imagining how it would feel scraping your walls.

There was only one thing bothering you, and it was that everywhere Hawks touched grew hotter and hotter, not in an unpleasant way, more in an antsy, wanting to move and run mood. You felt like you were vibrating and you didn’t understand it. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care as your jaw dropped when the angel ripped off your bottoms harshly.

“Let’s see if you taste as good as the other humans I’ve devoured.” He rips the ankle restraints as he tosses your knees over his shoulders and licks a stripe up your pussy. You shudder at the new sensation, biting on your lip to stifle your moan.

He sees that as a challenge and spends his time tasting your juices along his tongue, his eyes seemingly brighter as he works at your pussy, teasing your clit with his tongue stud. He keeps working at you with single minded determination, teasing your hole with his sharp nail and you let out a squeak, which quickly turns into a groan as he slides his finger in. He adds a second as soon as he can, loving hearing the sounds your pussy makes as he scissors you open.

You’ve never felt this good in your life, you can barely tell what’s happening, but you feel waves of pleasure as you feel his tightening in your lower belly.

“You’re getting close, huh?” Hawks brings his face up, eyes lidded as he licks the juices around his mouth. “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes!”

“Well, I don’t know, you were pretty awful to my business partner over there… maybe I shouldn’t let you cum.” He brings his second hand up to his face, lightly scratching at his scruff, and you begin to panic. You have this insatiable need, you don’t know where it came from, but it’s not letting you think at all. There’s this voice yelling at you that it’s Hawks’ fault, but he’s literally an angel. How could he be doing something so disgusting to you?

So you open your mouth, “Please let me cum, I’ll be so good for you sir! I didn’t mean to be awful to him, I just didn’t understand what he was trying to do!”

“That’s fucking right.” There’s a sudden intensity in his eyes that makes you feel like your heart’s stopped. “You didn’t know what you were doing. I’m your guardian angel after all, and I came here because you were going to make a mistake that would put you in danger.”

“Oh my god…” the horror you feel chokes your throat, yet it doesn’t rid you of the incessant need that’s been plaguing you.

“Would your guardian angel ever steer you wrong, Y/N?” he grabs your chin, nails cutting shallowly when he presses.

“No, you wouldn’t!” you shake your head, trying to convey exactly how much you were repenting.

“So, listen carefully little lady. This is important.” He waits for your assent before he continues. “You’re in a very dangerous spot, so I needed a friend here to help you out, he’s going to keep you nice and safe. All you have to do in return is let yourself have some fun, some pleasure in your life. I mean, you’re begging for that exact pleasure right now.”

There’s a little niggling at the back of your head, it’s telling you how good you’ll be treated, you’ll be loved and accepted. You start to shake it off, but you can’t when it tells you that nobody will ever make you feel good like this, who would want too? Here you have two beings ready to make you feel good like you’ve never felt before and you’re denying them?

“Of course, that sounds like a great idea Mr. Hawks.”

“Alright, what a good girl, see Dabi? Isn’t she great?”

“I knew I’d gotten lucky, but I didn’t realize how lucky until now.” The grin on his face is satisfied, but as you look longer, the more you see the pleasure and happiness he feels too.

“Do I get to cum now? You keep saying how good I am…” you don’t remember thinking about saying that, but the words seem to come out on their own accord.

In response Hawks goes back to your neglected pussy and starts thrusting his fingers into a spot inside you that makes you gasp in surprise. With all the swirling emotions and pain and alcohol you feel yourself tighten and let loose quickly, hitting your high in ecstasy. Your back arches, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you notice that your shoulders have definitely been scratched up badly.

But why care when you feel so good now?

Your eyes are closed as you lie there, battered and cut and so blissed out as Hawks removes his pants and looks around.

“You didn’t bring lube?” he directs the question to Dabi.

“You need that? I thought you had like, magic and shit.”

Hawks swallows his annoyance, “I’m in a mortal form dipshit. Channeling divine or corrupt energy is hard to do without fucking blowing myself up.”

Dabi just shrugs. “I mean to be fair; I didn’t know I was getting some angel that got kicked out of heaven for being horny. Or else I definitely would’ve bought some.”

“Whatever,” he mutters. “I like this way better.” You hear the conversation, but can’t be bothered to really understand what they’re saying. All you know is that you feel someone leaning above you.

Hawks takes a feather from his wings, carefully turning it in his hands. “Now, I’m not going to lie, this is going to hurt a bit. But I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even remember it, alright?” You nod along blearily, barely hearing him.

He grins and slices a long line right above your hip, and you barely feel it being so numb. You do feel his fingers pressing into the cut though, and you try to squirm away, but that just makes him slam you down with his other hand in a surprising show of force for his physique. It feels so wrong when you feel him wiggle his fingers a bit inside your skin, and you shut your eyes so you don’t have to see it. Apparently, that amuses Dabi, who starts guffawing off to the side somewhere. The pain brings up all off the fear you’ve been feeling the whole night, and it shocks you. You start screaming, begging to be let go hysterically while you see Hawks, his hand covered in your blood, fisting his length, mixing some of the precum with it.

“I thought you said you were going to behave.” He growls and you feel an intense pressure on your mind for a second before your fear starts to fade away easily. “Much better.” He says to your relaxing form.

“You gotta teach me how to do that,” Dabi comments, which just has Hawks rolling his eyes.

“Shut up and let me enjoy this, I haven’t had sex in so long, warlock.” That elicits a snort from Dabi as he settles back down.

He lines up his cock with your slick entrance, teasing a bit as the blood and your juices mix together and it lets him start to work his way inside of you. You’re panting, fingers scrabbling at everything they can reach as he pushes through. You feel a mix of pain and pleasure as he pushes all the way into you. He surprisingly lets you adjust, breathing heavily as your walls squeeze intensely around the intrusion.

It feels so, so good though and Hawks can tell that’s how you feel as he grins and moves your legs up and around his hips. You whine as he stretches you out more with the new position, and he grunts a bit as he starts thrusting his hips, dragging his sharpened nails down your side without breaking the skin. He puts his head to your neck, pressing open mouth kisses there that make you relax around him, and as soon as he feels that change, he starts pounding into you harder. You hear lewd noises and realize that most of them, are in fact, coming from you. Which is a little jarring of a realization but in your state, you can’t really say it surprised you. It was more of a ‘huh, that’s me then’ moment.

The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room along with grunts of exertion and moans of pleasure from the pair of you. You can feel yourself building up to that point once again, and you don’t realize it until you’re clamping down on his cock with a shout of pleasure. Hawks groans at the sound, and feels your tight walls somehow clamp down on him harder and starts bucking into you, nails digging into your hips as he chases his own release.

Had you been in any normal state of mind, you might’ve found it disturbing that Hawks seemed to be murmuring a bunch of Latin as he pounded into you. You might’ve noticed the hand he placed on your heart left a searing imprint that turned dark red. You might’ve noticed his pupils contract into slits and his eyes turn a deep red for a few seconds.

But you didn’t.

You felt like you were floating, and figured if this could be compared to anything, it would be a more painful version of a wet, fever dream.

Suddenly, Hawks comes inside you and you feel the warm liquid fill you up as he thrusts a couple more times, working himself through it. He stays inside, but that’s not what takes your focus. The feeling that you were vibrating without moving was back with a vengeance, but you also felt this numbness that started from your core that moved outwards until your entire body was feeling that way. As Hawks pulled out, you felt so empty, you felt like you didn’t know what to do. So, you let your eyes drift shut while you heard some talk about ‘a transfer’ and ‘both it her.’

Suddenly, your wrist bindings were also stripped off and you look up in surprise to see Hawks with that same feather setting you free, while Dabi moved to the bedroom.

“You still going to be good for us, little lady? We’re almost done for tonight.” He coos at you, lightly stroking your chin with his finger. You give him a small nod, and with that, he picks you up as if you were a stuffed toy and you lean into his shoulder as he brings you to the bedroom.

“Right, at least you’re prepared already so we can get into this quickly.” Hawks says brusquely, bringing himself to the bed and setting you down before he sits as well.

“You were enjoying yourself a minute ago, what’s with the sudden rush?” Dabi’s eyebrow is quirked as he puts his hand in your hair and starts scratching your head. You shamelessly sigh in appreciation.

“My times running out, gotta get this transfer done soon or else we’re going to have to start over another day.” Hawks grouches. “Damn I don’t miss all the rules, but having unlimited mortal form time? That’s something I miss about upstairs.”

Turning his attention to you Dabi says, “Here, you enjoyed that guy, so you’ll love sitting on my cock.”

Right now, nothing sounded better, so using the last of your strength, you crawled up to his lap and he guided you right above his dick. He brought you down slowly, ever so slowly, and you felt every inch of his dick inside you, especially those piercings that gave you an amazing sensation.

“There’s a good girl, much better than before,” he gets out.

“Now you’re going to need to relax, alright Y/N? It’s going to feel really tight at first but you’ll feel great afterwards.” Hawks is mumbling this into your neck, playing with your hair a little bit while he does.

“I can do that,” you say, unaware of what he was going to do, but ready to please him.

“Good, Dabi you might have to distract her a little bit, she’s pretty tight for one person, let alone two.” Dabi smirks but leans back, starting to play with your nipples a bit. You never thought you’d like the sensation of someone swirling around them, tugging them at some points, but here you were, enjoying every second of it.

You get so into it, that at first you don’t notice Hawks lining up with your entrance and starting to work his way back into you. Dabi actually does first, shuddering at the contact of Hawks’ dick against his own and gasping a bit.

“Oh Dabi, you were so cocky a minute ago, what’s wrong now?” You hear the teasing from behind as you desperately grip onto Dabi’s shoulders, trying to stay relaxed so it doesn’t hurt as much.

“Fuck off, chicken.” Is his only response which Hawks cackles at as he starts to push further in. You gasp at the painful stretch, tears welling out of your eyes, as Hawks reaches around you to play with your clit to distract you.

“Doing so good, sweetheart, just a little bit more, can you do that for me?” he nips at your ear.

“Yes,” you gasp, the pleasure from his rough finger movements distracting you a bit from all the pain as your breathing gets shallow. “Slow down, please?”

“That’ll just make it worse,” he says. “I’m just going to get it over quickly, alright?” you don’t even have time to agree before he shoves the rest of his way in, screaming out as it happens. You feel so fucking stuffed, and they haven’t even started moving or anything.

Dabi’s losing some of that composure he’d had before, cussing as he tries to steady his breathing, but you feel his cock twitching inside you. You’re losing the strength you have in your arms as you lean forwards onto Dabi’s chest, and you moan as the shift in movement gives you friction on your clit and in your pussy.

Without really knowing what you’re doing, you press kisses onto the side of his neck as you lie there, trying to get used to being this stretched out. It wasn’t going to happen tonight that’s for sure, because you’d barely had anything up there until today.

You feel a grip tighten on your hips as one of them, at this point you have no idea who, starts moving in and out. The other goes the opposite rhythm so that you always feel so completely full you feel like you’re going to burst. The thought comes unbidden into your mind that these two sadists might actually enjoy that. It makes you shiver in fear.

You can’t really remember what happened, but you have specific feelings and recollections of the two fucking into you,

…Dabi hitting your G-Spot over and over again as you see white and cum hard on his cock…

…Hawks leaning over you to grab Dabi into a rather passionate kiss as he got you to play with the raven-haired man’s pierced nipples…

…Your ass getting spanked so you clench down on them and Dabi comes, but stays inside until he gets hard again…

…getting toyed with in every possible way, bites and bruises marking your skin so much that you feel light headed from blood-loss…

…you remember clawing at Dabi’s back which has him screaming in pleasure…

…Dabi’s eyes glowing blue, as if he’d had flames trapped inside them and they were ready to come out…

…pleased laughter and an uptick in pace…

…then nothing…

Dabi lays back, breathing heavily as your form is slumped on his chest. He wasn’t surprised you’d completely passed out a little way into your second round. If anything, he was surprised you’d managed to last that long. He was wiped after one, but that was mainly because he was trying to keep up with Hawks, who had the fucking endurance of something otherworldly.

Which made sense given he was a magical being.

Still it peeved Dabi to no end as Hawks slid out of you looking completely untouched as he did so. The only thing that was out of place was his hair, messed from Dabi grabbing it, which he hadn’t remembered starting but it was sometime when he was making out with Hawks… which he hadn’t expected… but he wasn’t complaining.

Although no matter how drained Dabi felt physically, magically? He felt so fucking ready to take on anything that could happen in the future. He could feel it pulsing around his body, in his fingertips and temples, and it felt amazing. He understood why so many people went with summoning darker entities for power transfers now, much easier and much more potent.

“So, I have to be here in person to do my whole mind-manipulation thing, so you should think about how to keep her safe for now. She’s tied to you because of the transfer so like, if she were to die for example…. You’d definitely die too.” Hawks says with a cheery smile.

“You didn’t think to mention that before?” he gets a shrug in response.

“You didn’t ask. Oh and, for every time you need a power boost, just take care of her and let her enjoy the sex, it’ll ah – flow easier if you catch my drift.”

“Thanks oh angel of a good dickening… what would I ever do without you?”

“No seriously, the more your conduit enjoys the sex, the more you get out of it.” he looks unamused.

“Oh. Ah, well that’s good to know.” Dabi has to start planning out his next moves then, keeping you healthy and happy was going to be a tough job.

“I did make the suggestion to her that I was her guardian angel and you were helping her out, try to play up that angle, it’ll call up some of the residual magic in her mind and make her… more pliant.” Hawks starts putting on his clothes once again.

“Uh, thanks. Is she just a constant source of your power then?” That’s the only part Dabi was still confused about.

“No, I’ll be back when I feel the energy start to dwindle. I need you to do all the terrible things I know you have planned. Your soul will be fucking delicious then. Any who, see you later Dabi! It was an absolute pleasure doing business with you.”

He vanishes like he came, suddenly disappearing with a gust of air hitting Dabi in the face. Dabi looks down on you, still on his cock as he desperately tries to think about what he was going to do to keep you in here and how he’d keep you safe trying to hunt down another coven.

#bnha x reader #dabi x reader #hawks x reader #tw: noncon #tw: blood play #jays writes

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Déjà Vu (Or are we losing our minds?) XIV -Modern!Shirbert

A/N: I haven’t written the epilogue yet, so it might not come out next week, I do hope I get the time to do it though, hang in there! -Danny

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Series’ Masterlist

Previous Chapter // Epilogue

'I hope that if alternate universes exist, it will still be you and me in the end. I hope that there will always be an us.

In every world, in every story' — Tina Tran

New Year's passed without any strange occurrences as well, Anne had made up her mind and decided that those dreams had been the result of a very shitty week in which she'd had to deal with her ex's engagement, but now she was fine!

If fine meant being unable to not daydream about the handsome stranger with the pretty eyes.

Either way, her trip back to Toronto had gone well, next day they would attend the Orchard's party (Diana had told her she'd contacted Gilbert and he'd reserved a whole table for them) and she couldn't wait to get rid of this false illusion, she decided that the only way she'd be able to get over this man would be by meeting him. Usually, that's all it takes to stop liking a man.

"Anne?" Diana peered through the door. "It's almost three in the morning, you should go to bed..."

"I'm sorry Di, did I wake you?"

"Yeah, what are you doing anyway? School hasn't started, you can't be doing homework?"

"Oh, no," Anne smiled. "I started a new project. It's... It's a romance."

"Oh?" Diana's brow raised. "Are we back to being hopeless romantics, then?"

"I don't know," She looked back at her laptop. "I haven't decided yet. Which is perfect for the book, you know? I think I can give an interesting perspective, don't you think? More objective?"

"What's the main plot?"

"I don't know yet," Anne laughed. "It's about this boy, he's met a girl once in his life and only talked to her for like, five seconds, but it's enough for him to fall in love completely. After that, he starts to compare every woman to the stranger even though all is mere speculation— I haven't decided whether if it should have a happy ending or a realistic one."

"Happy endings can be realistic too, you know?"

"Well, you know what I mean," She shrugged. "It's just a concept, and it could suck— I could end up abandoning the story if it doesn't feel right, but it's the first time I feel inspired enough to do something longer than three pages and I thought I should try it."

"I think you should," Diana walked up to her and kissed the top of her head. "I know it's hard to go to bed when you're inspired and all, but do try to sleep? I don't want you leaving the party early..."

Anne's stomach twisted in anticipation, she doesn't know if she'll want to stay after meeting Gilbert, but she can't say that to her friend.

"Of course," She smiles. "Don't worry."

———————————————

It wasn't a fact, but the possibility of Anne coming to the party caused Gilbert to pour all his energy into making sure everything was perfect.

Gilbert had always been a bit of a control freak, but this was the last opportunity to actually meet the real Anne, and he didn't want to waste it.

He looked at the decorations around him feeling satisfied, Gilbert checked the time and realized it was almost 3 am, he swore under his breath and quickly made his way out, making sure everything was in place and safely secured.

He didn't know why, but something about the next day felt final, it was a now or never kind of situation.

***

The train's incessant rumbling woke him up. He realized he'd fallen asleep while reading the newspaper, Gilbert carefully folded it and fixed his posture as well as his clothes. He realized he was wearing some kind of old-fashioned suit, which he didn't consider strange at all, it felt right, actually, he felt more at home than ever.

Someone sat down in front of him, a dark-haired girl with intense brown eyes and flushed cheeks, he knew who it was immediately.

"Diana," He smiled. "To what do I owe the ple—"

"What is wrong with you?" She interrupted. "First you make us all believe you're marrying an older lady, then you show up at the last minute and announce to my father that you're no longer marrying and you're moving to Toronto instead?"

"I— What?" Gilbert blinked. "Marrying?"

"Yes!" Diana leaned forward. "You told my father you were planning to propose to Winnifred Rose and that you were moving out to Paris, then you change your plans completely! You have no idea how's Anne suffered because of you!"

The name immediately stirred something in him, Gilbert smiled.

"This is a dream, isn't it?" He asked. "She's here—"

"So you simply never bothered to speak to Anne about any of this?" She demanded, clearly not listening to him.

Gilbert's mind came up with a reply on its own, much like any regular dream, it was as if he knew there was a script he had to follow for the story to continue its course.

"Had I had the opportunity to I would have, in fact, I went over—"

"You had every opportunity, for years! Admit it— You've been smitten with Anne ever since she first came to Avonlea and smashed that slate over your head!"

The sentence brought back clear memories: Anne looking extremely pissed, holding a small slate and then hitting him with it. Him being so drunk he'd insulted her without really meaning to.

'Oh... crap', He thought.

"I need to talk to her," Gilbert stood up abruptly.

Part of him knew this wasn't real and talking to Anne here would do nothing to fix the reality that he'd screwed up the first impression already. But his dream-self had no sense of logic, so he ran to the nearest exit just when the train was reaching the station.

He rushed past the crowd and quickly found himself in the middle of a town with no idea of where he was going. The streets looked familiar, but where was Anne?

He ran across alleys, wide streets and unknown houses until he saw a big, greenish building ahead, and his heart jolted in excitement, he knew this was it, he sped forward, he was reaching the entrance—

***

The loud beeping of his alarm woke him up abruptly. Gilbert's eyes opened at once and he looked for the device frantically.

"No no no," He said anxiously. "I was so close!"

But it was all a dream, even if he'd found Anne, it wouldn't change the fact that he'd already ruined his chances with her since the start, and maybe his dreams were all a constant reminder of how it didn't matter how many times he could rewrite the story in his dreams, what's done it's done.

Gilbert fell back on the mattress with a groan. He'd been planning this party for weeks and now it all felt useless, now all he could do was wait for the party and hope Anne didn't remember him.

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Anne stood gracefully in the corner of the room, looking around at the attendants of that evening's ball without much interest, she was looking for those familiar dark-brown curls, but there was no sign of them yet.

"Oh, Anne!" Phil approached her. "Isn't this dance beautiful? Although it saddens me that the only reason why we get to enjoy it it's because we've finished our studies for good! I shall miss the classroom very much, won't you miss me?"

"Yes, I believe my heart will feel like a part of it has been stolen as soon as you part from my side," Anne replied, only the tiniest hint of teasing in her voice.

"Oh, you're lying!" Phil sniffed dramatically. "I know I won't be you most missed old chum, that's a place Gilbert Blythe has occupied ever since you rejected his proposal."

"Phil!" Anne exclaimed. "Don't speak like that! It wouldn't be proper of me to miss a man while courting another and you know it!"

"Oh, but the heart is such a funny thing," Phil sighed. "And I know you love him, therefore I should deliver the news before it's too late. Gilbert is expected to be engaged very soon."

Anne felt like her heart was getting squeezed and shattered, but she managed to control her voice.

"Oh?"

"Yes," Phil continued calmly. "I thought you ought to know, even if you insist you don't love him. I tell you so you don't do anything foolish... you should tell him the truth."

"What truth?"

"That you and Roy won't get married, of course!"

"Dear me, Phil, where did you get that from?" Anne gasped. "He hasn't even proposed!"

"It doesn't matter, I know you regret deeply the way you treated Gilbert that dreadful day, I know you would answer differently now, wouldn't you?"

What dreadful day?

Rejected his proposal? What proposal?

A muffled voice echoed in her mind, one she knew too well already.

'You would have sex with me?'

Anne shook her head in incredulity. Well, of course she was going to reject him! That offer had been positively scandalous!

And what had she done? She had... she had...

The memory came to her fresh in a flash. She had seized the slate and slapped him with it.

"Oh my..." Anne's hand covered her lips in horror. "Well, I did what I had to, Phil, he was incredibly rude!"

"Rude? He was just asking a question!" Phil blinked in confusion. "How's that rude?"

"Because he... he..." Anne blinked several times, then her gaze gained a bit of clarity. "He called me carrots! Yes, he did!"

"Oh, Anne, that was so long ago!" Phil laughed. "Haven't you gone through enough together to know he didn't mean to offend you?"

Anne was growing anxious. She fixed her skirt even though it didn't need any fixing, and stood up.

"It's getting late, I think I'll go now."

Without waiting for a reply she left, in the blink of an eye, she found herself inside the Green Gables' kitchen, Marilla was seated in front of her, and she had a very pitiful expression.

"I understand if you don't want to visit him, Anne, but I think you should, this may be the last chance you get to speak to him."

"I... Visit him?" Anne blinked. "Last chance?"

"I don't want to scare you, dear, but his mother told me his condition is quite grave," Marilla sighed. "Gilbert might not be with us next week."

"Gilbert?" Anne's voice trembled. "He's sick?"

"I understand your shock, but please do consider going to pay him a visit, whatever he did to offend you... it's better if you let him go with a clean conscience, he was such a good man..."

Marilla was talking of him as if he were already dead! He couldn't be! Anne had seen him in the picture—

But how long had it been since that? How long since she'd stopped dreaming about him? What if this was the reason?

Anne stood up and ran upstairs, she got to her room and locked herself away so she could be miserable in peace.

It was true that he had disrespected her, and she'd defended her honour with that slate... but he was really sweet and generous... or was he?

Ugh, she was so confused! How could she know what was real and what had been her imaginings entirely?

***

"Good morning, Princess Cordelia!" Cole stormed into the room and let himself fall on top of her. Anne groaned and pushed him away. "Are you ready for tonight? I'm planning to get you so drunk you start talking about shifting realities!"

"No!" She whined.

"What?" Cole looked at her.

"I'm not ready to—" She caught herself before she could say 'meet him', "...to get drunk! I think I should take a break from parties..."

She knew that meeting him would help her get over her infatuation, and maybe even stop her dreams... but she didn't want them to stop; it was so nice to have someone treating her the way Gilbert would in her imagination... what if he was just as awful as Roy? She wasn't ready to have her heart broken again...

"Anne, but you've only gone to one party since the holidays started," Cole visibly deflated, "please don't tell me this is about your ex? Diana told me you were writing again, I thought you were making progress..."

Anne shook her head. "I'm not feeling well, Cole."

Cole stood up, Anne pulled the blankets over her head.

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When the first group of people arrived, Gilbert's anxiety skyrocketed. He was expecting to see Diana's face any moment now, and that would end up confirming whether he would be reuniting with Anne that night or not.

Thirty minutes... an hour...

"Gilbert!" The young woman and her group of friends (including Cole) made a beeline towards him. "Oh my goodness, you're so tall!"

He smiled, for a moment his thoughts focused on his old friends, and how different yet similar they all look from their younger versions. Then he realized Anne wasn't there, and his hopes and expectations both crashed.

Of course she wasn't going to come! Even if she did live here, Diana had probably told her it was a reunion for old friends only, and she didn't know him, not the real him, and if he was really honest, he didn't know her either.

———————————————

If she were to stay and miss the party, she'd end up frustrated. If she did meet him and didn't like him, she would move on faster— a bit hurt, but knowing she was making the right choice.

However, if she were to attend the party, meet him, and realize he was all she'd been expecting him to be and more... well, she could only hope for him to be single.

Anne had been pacing up and down her apartment pretending to be cleaning when in reality she was only making a bigger mess. Her phone buzzed and Diana's name appeared on the screen. She picked it up with shaky hands and unlocked it.

'We miss u :c'

Under the text, there was a selfie of Diana, over her shoulder was Cole, and he was talking animatedly with... Dear God, he was taller than expected.

She stared at Cole and some strange resentment filled her.

"That should be me," She stated, and somehow she knew she was right. It should be Anne talking to Gilbert, taking a risk for the first time in years. She'd only dated one guy, for heaven's sake! She had to let herself live!

"FINE!" Anne groaned. "I'm going!"

***

Gilbert hadn't announced he was leaving, he knew they would all ask him to stay but he couldn't, he was disappointed, all he wanted was to stay home watching shitty romcoms and crying his eyes out.

It was all his fault, Anne had nothing to do with this, he had let his mind run wild and these were the consequences he was forced to face.

Unknown to him, Anne was in her apartment frantically changing her clothes and brushing her hair. She grabbed a bag and hastily put all her stuff in it. She'd already wasted two hours, she had to leave the house NOW.

Gilbert searched his pockets for change, he was planning to buy a few beers and get slightly tipsy so he could be sad properly. He found a dollar but the wind snatched it out of his hand abruptly. The young man let out a short groan as he ran after it. A door opened across the street and a woman's voice reached him.

"C'mon!" Anne closed the door roughly, she lifted her gaze and...

Gilbert didn't breathe, he didn't move. In front of him Anne stopped as well, her arms fell to her sides and she stood there wondering if she was dreaming.

"Hi."

That was his voice! His voice!

She shook her head lightly and walked down the few steps that separated her from the sidewalk. Gilbert's feet moved on their own until he was standing right in front of her.

Anne's hand reached blindly and pinched her arm, she hissed. He looked down at her wrist and frowned.

"I-I just had to check," She laughed nervously. "I have... a very good imagination— so... I just had to be sure this... is real."

Gilbert spoke in the softest of voices.

"Anne? With an E?"

"H-How..?"

"I'm Gilbert," He continued. "I don't know if you remember but... I think... I think we've met before?"

"My god— You won't believe this, but I've been having the strangest—"

"Dreams?" He finished for her. "Me too."

She laughed again, her hands were shaking.

"There... there was a coffee shop—"

"And a cat—"

"You were dying—"

"You were a pirate!"

They looked at each other in disbelief, their smiles growing.

"I... was it real?" She questioned.

Gilbert's brow furrowed as he spoke. "Which part?"

"I don't know... everything... us?"

"Anne," He repeated, this time a bit more urgently. "I have to know... does this mean... you know who I am?"

She beamed, then stretched out her hand.

"Gilbert Blythe, I'm Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. I broke a slate on your head the first time we spoke, and I've been sorry ever since, I just didn't remember it."

He let out an incredulous laugh and held her hand eagerly.

"Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, I think we're going to be the best of friends," He gazed down at her adoringly. "We're meant to be. You've thwarted destiny long enough."

"It was you who moved out before we could meet!"

"You left the bathroom before I could apologize!"

There was a moment of silence before Anne spoke again.

"You know what this means?"

"Yeah, we have around ten years of conversations we need to catch up to," He joked.

"Ten years and a month," She realized he hadn't let go of her hand, but she wasn't going to move any time soon. "But I'd say the night's still young. I was on my way to your party..."

"Can I walk you there?" He asked expectantly.

"Lead the way."

***

"Anne! You came!" Diana froze and stared at Gilbert. "Oh, hi. Did you guys know each other?"

Anne and Gilbert exchanged a look and smiled.

"I ran into him a moment ago," She explained. "He's nice."

"Thanks," He chuckled. "Anne was telling me she's been your best friend ever since she moved to Avonlea— is it true that she's the Cuthbert's daughter?"

"Yes!" Diana beamed. "Isn't she great?"

"Is it true you got drunk on accident when you were thirteen?"

Diana laughed.

"You're already sharing stories? Hang on, I have a great one of that one time she dyed her hair green—"

"Diana, don't you dare!"

***

"You lucky bastard," Bash slapped the back of his head as Gilbert walked into the kitchen.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"You've been whining about your dream girl for weeks and just when you tell me you gave up, this breathtaking redhead steps into the diner and wastes the whole night flirting with you!" Bash said in disbelief. "How did you do that? What the hell did you sell your soul to?"

Gilbert laughed lightheartedly.

"Honestly, Bash, I have no clue... Was she really flirting with me, though? Do you think she likes me?"

Bash rolled his eyes.

"I swear, Blythe, if you don't ask her on a date I'll kill you."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Gilbert grinned.

***

"So, Gilbert," Cole nudged her arm as soon as the boy went into the kitchen. "You know he has a crush on you, right? It's so obvious, I'd be shocked if he doesn't get in one knee by the end of the night and asks you to marry him—"

"Don't scare her, Cole!" Josie slapped his arm lightly. "But Gilbert definitely likes you. He hasn't seen any of us in years and yet he's acting as if we were the strangers!"

Anne squirmed in her place giddily.

"I like him."

"That's our girl!" Jane exclaimed, finishing her drink in one large gulp. "I swear to god, Anne, if you don't take him home I'll run you over with my car..."

"Wow, that's a bit too drastic, don't you think?" Diana said. "They just met, and Anne's just recovering from her breakup with Roy!"

"Fuck Roy, honestly," Anne replied carelessly. "Gilbert's gorgeous..."

"Thanks," a voice said behind her.

Anne winced, the table fell silent and she covered her face with both hands.

"Oh my god... please tell me this isn't happening..."

The group burst out laughing, Gilbert sat down practically glowing with joy.

"Just so you know, I was about to ask you on a date, but I understand if you need time—"

"She'd be delighted!" Cole interrupted. "Please, help us, our friend desperately needs to get laid—"

"Are you talking about Gilbert?" Moody sat down next to Ruby and placed a drink in front of her. "Because the others told him that already and—"

"Okay!" Gilbert replied loudly. "Can we please not talk about sex?"

"Oh, pity, I was about to offer you a hand..." Anne teased.

Gilbert choked on his beer.

"W-What?"

"Smooth, doctor," Josie mumbled.

"Wait, is this actually happening?" Ruby asked with excitement. "Are you two going on a date for real?"

Gilbert stared at Anne with his mouth half-open, unable to get the words out. Anne simply smiled at him and nodded.

"Yes Gil, I'd love to."

The table went wild afterwards. Cole, Diana and Josie rambled about how they should've introduced them sooner, the rest simply were in for the teasing, but no one in the place apart from Anne and Gilbert knew exactly how long both had been waiting for this moment. No one was more relieved than them.

No one was happier than Gilbert as he reached for her hand and held it in front of everyone. No one felt giddier and excited than Anne when he asked for her phone number.

Life had turned into their best dream.

Taglist.

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 2 years ago

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I had to homebrew a patron for a made up dnd campaign the ocs participate in. But picrew was not strong enough for the vibes. Have a fic.

An almost ethereal, sort of uneasy music began to play from Serafim’s laptop. The table was quiet for the most part, going over their character sheets, marking down what was used during the last few encounters. A reprieve, they were at the inn for the evening after all, about to engage in a long rest.

“Orian.”

Serafim’s voice broke the quietness, Fennel looking up from his sheet like a deer in the headlights to be called out. “You mentioned earlier that Azrael speaking of his angelic connection, to Cadriel, reminded you..” Serafim leaned forward some, his eyes trained on the warlock player. “You have never actually spoken to your Patron. And that’s true, you haven’t.”

“Uh ohhh..”

Marilla leaned back in her chair, smile on her face as she watched the scene before her unfold. “I want you, in front of everyone, to roll a d20. Just a flat roll.” Serafim watched as his brother took one of the character dice that’d been crafted for him, rolling it on the table for everyone to see. “A sixteen, wonderful.”

Fennel placed the dice back on his side of the table. “Orian you are getting ready for bed, alone in this inn room for the evening. And as you’re getting ready for bed, that conversation in mind. You realise, on a sixteen, if you were to summon your patron. It may very well appear to you.” A chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ filled the table as Fennel was left with a choice.

“Prophet? Are you listening?”

“Whoosh..” Serafim changed the music, string instruments, played delayed and slow. “A cold begins to fill you as the room around you grows darker. You’ve been hit with frost damage before, this is colder than that.” Fennel grimaced, he didn’t like the sound of that. “The standing mirror in the room begins to crack.”

“Can I go look at it?” Serafim nodded. “Okay, I begin to inspect the mirror then.”

“As you reach out and touch the cracks, you realise the mirror on your side isn’t actually cracked.” Serafim took a sip of his water. “Where you touch frosts over but it doesn’t feel any colder.” He paused to let the moment really sink in. “And then the mirror begins to fog. It also gets dark.”

“What did Orian summon? Holy shit.” Fennel exhaled and leaned back in his chair. Marilla snorted, shaking her head while Araceli leaned forward, utterly invested.

“You realise, as your reflection in the mirror begins to disappear, the grand clock in the room has stopped ticking. The loud tick tock you said was annoying is gone, and you are left in piercing silence.” Serafim smiled as Fennel sank in his chair. He then snapped, drawing everyone’s attention. “The mirror gives out one final loud crack. And as the fog begins to fill the room rather than the mirror, you see someone standing behind you.”

“I turn around with my dagger drawn.”

Serafim nods, looking down at something on his laptop before looking back up. “This hooded figure towers over you. Which usually isn’t very difficult, you are a satyr. But it is tall. You’d want to guess maybe eight to nine feet.” Céfiro made a face, Faer elbowing to keep him quiet. “‘You have called for me?’” Serafim’s voice dropped some, using magic to make his words seem more echoey.

“Prophet?”

“The figure nods at you.”

“Can I see anything else or is it too dark?”

“You can sense it’s shrouding itself in magical darkness. However.. From under its hood you can see long flowing hair. Or what you would guess is hair. But the harder you try to figure out the colour, the less you can pinpoint it. It seems to shift between hues of blue, purple, black, red..” Fennel nodded, taking a few notes wordlessly.

“‘What need you?’ It asks.”

“I just wanted to see if you would come.”

Fennel exhaled again, he really didn’t have a plan for this. “You watch as The Prophet steps forward, but it doesn’t seem to connect with the ground as it takes those steps. That magical darkness is obscuring most of its features, but as it gets closer you can see shadows are creeping up almost ghostly pastel blue legs.”

“Like shoes?? Sorry, I’m not there.”

Serafim shrugged though, nodding. “It stops in front of you and peers down at you. From this angle you think you can see its face. But you have the same problem you have with its hair, in that what you’re seeing, keeps changing. First you think it has black eyes that are leaking a red liquid, then black eyes that are leaking a black liquid, black sclera with bright blue pupils..”

“Can I roll.. I don’t know, an insight or something? Anything to figure out what it's deal is?” Serafim nodded again and Fennel sighed, sitting up to grab his die. “Shit uh that’s only..” Fennel grabbed his character sheet squinting at it. “Thirteen.”

“On a thirteen, you really can’t read it. Not its face at least, on a thirteen you think from its body language, that it's curious.”

“Okay.. Orian clears his throat, and he-”

When Fennel paused, Serafim spoke again. “‘You seem lost. Is this place disorientating you? Few travel to a domain I can materialise.’” Another few ‘ooohs’ “The Prophet lifts its hand, and places it on your hand. And you realise those same shadows creeping up its legs? Are also creeping up its arms. Its fingers don’t feel quite solid to you.”

“It’s just hard to believe you’re the one granting me my magic, is all.”

“The Prophet sort of tilts its head at that, and you get a better look at its face. It certainly seems to be a pastel shade of blue, and as you look into its eyes, they seem to finally stick? The sclera is black with a bright blue iris, you can’t tell if its ooze dripping from its eyes or if it's more of those weird shadows. There also seems to be.. Cracks? Along its facial skin.”

“‘Is it?’” The music was turned off completely, the room quiet, almost eerily so. “‘I am all that is, all that was, all that will be. When all is gone, I will remain. I have foreseen countless futures and lived countless pasts.’ You are filled with a sense of dread as its voice begins to overlap, like more than one person is speaking.”

“Will I-” Fennel sat forward, head almost snapping to Serafim. “Will I become like you?”

“The ticking of the clock slowly becomes audible, but it's faded, like its several rooms over. ‘Does time have a sense of self, dear champion?’ It gets louder, like a beating in your ears. ‘You have work yet to be completed.’”

“Wait! I’m not done asking questions?!”

“Whoosh…. You’re back in the normal inn room, the clock says that no time has passed since you last looked at it. And that’s where we’ll leave it for tonight!”

“WHAT?!”

“HELLO???”

#☾*✲⋆. fates' will #☾*✲⋆. creatio ex chao #destan-mixtios #⋆｡°✩ The Prophet

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raekahwritings · 5 years ago

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What’s your type, Shindo?

Pairing: Shindo Yo x Reader Rating: Explicit, NS*W Warning: Smut, Virginity, Classroom Sex, Mention of bullying (but not really) Word Count: 2241 A/N: Assume these BNHA characters are 18+ and are nearly graduating seniors.

Summary: You’re a fellow classmate at Ketsubutsu and you overhear some gossip between your crush Shindo Yo and his guy friends. “Would you ever date a virgin?” Before it can devolve further, you interrupt and catch the attention of one curious Shindo Yo.

From Me: Psst, this is a second shout out to @thewheezingwyvern because she sat through a second work. Also beta-read by @ficsbynoa and @mari-writes-smut who encouraged me.

Here we go for Shindou Club (again)!!

Also, inspirations for this work is from @katsukisprincess, @lady-bakuhoe, @iwvs-on-ao3, @/lemonlordleah-shinzawa, @/marilla-eldriana, and others. Please check them out because they have amazing works!!! They aren’t tagged because I was so excited to post this but I have yet to ask for their permission. Please don’t consider me rude T____T

“Hey Shindo, would you ever date someone who was a virgin?”

You were a Ketsubutsu student, shamelessly eavesdropping on a conversation between your classmates, including one of the most attractive students in your class. You would never have worked up the nerve to ask that. Were you interested? Yes.

“Dude, that’s a stupid question. Shindo’s already probably dating Tatami and she looks like she’s got some experience, y’know?” One of your idiotic classmates gestured to his chest and squeezed it together, making a jerk-off gesture.

You took a moment to cut in, tilting your chair backward to give a fucking judging look to the guy who just said this.

“Hey, dick-face.” He turned around in indignation—you just continued, “Your man-boobs aren’t gonna get bigger than Tatami’s but kudos to trying.”

He sputtered out a protest and then tried to shout at you.

“Hey man, calm down.” Shindo laid a placating hand on his arm. “She’s just a girl—you don’t want to look like a jerk.” Shindo inclined his head towards the other classmates who started looking over. You were sassily waiting for his retort, mockingly feigning girlishness as you twirled your hair and pouted.

Damn, if he did say something now, he would look like an asshole. Your nameless classmate glared at you while Shindo mollified him to go to his seat. You looked away outside the window and gave an internal sigh of relief. To be honest, you couldn’t resist making a retort because girls--even Tatami that you didn’t know well--shouldn’t be so crudely objectified. But you rarely fought with your classmates, your sassy comments reserved for your family and rough-housing brothers.

The lunch bell finally rang, signaling the end of break. You put away your lunch as Tatami came back in and ignorant of the boy’s conversations.

You just diligently got back into class and decided to forget the incident. You were probably a nameless interloper into their conversation and Shindo probably wouldn’t even remember you past this.

Lo and behold… You came back from your last class of the day, gym, to find a bunch of notes stuffed into your desk and scribbled profanities on it. You were one of the last to come back since the teacher had asked you to close up….

“Jeez.” You started to pick up the littered notes, feeling more annoyance but also a small stab of hurt. You hoped it was just the single asshole who did this but who knew if he got his friends and Shindo in on it? Shindo seemed like he wouldn’t do this, but who knows? It would suck because you had a crush on him but maybe he was just like the rest?

“Well, nothing to do but clean this before tomorrow.” You decided to go hunt down the janitor, maybe she would lend you some cleaning supplies. You dipped outside the classroom, past the vending machines, exploring past the nearby gym to find the janitor. You, with a tinge of embarrassment, told the cleaning lady about the ‘situation’ and she handed you a few things.

Shindo Yo was chilling at the vending machines when he caught sight of you. “Hmm...”

You had crawled underneath your desk to pick up the last of the notes when you heard a knock on the classroom door.

“Shit!” You hit your head as you frantically stood up—seeing a rather bemused Shindo. You realized the promiscuous position you were in and flattened the back of your skirt down. You crawled your way out and stood a bit awkwardly.

“I didn’t expect anyone to be here at this time…” You gestured to the clock, pasting a friendly smile on.

“So why were you late?” Shindo wandered in, giving a curious look. You squirmed a little bit under his inquisitive gaze, unsure of how much he was involved in this. Was he here to gloat? Or just coincidence?

“Um…” Your eyes trailed toward the trash and the stained rag… You hid your hands and the letter behind your back. “Nothing much?”

Shindo nodded as if he was going to leave it at that… He meandered over to his desk nearby, giving you a chance to relax your guard—at least before he ducked around you and grabbed the note from your hands.

“Y/N, that was probably the worst lie I’d ever seen.” Shindo gave a smirk and unfurled the crumpled sheet, as you wiped your palm over your face. You had already seen a few of the choice messages and it probably didn’t get better. Shindo’s smirk dropped though as he stared incredulously at it.

“I guess it's safe to say that you didn’t know about this?” You tentatively asked….? Shindo went from appalled to pissed off.

“You think I would resort to this kind of shit?” He started hunting around, seeing the other discarded notes, and angrily pulled them apart to see.

You shrugged. “I don’t know you well enough. I figure this is because I told your friend off earlier.” You picked up the rag, squeezed some cleaning solution on the table, and wiped the last of profanities away. What could you say to him?

Shindo was fucking irritated at both the insinuation he was involved in and your indifference to the situation. “What do you think?” He held the notes angrily in his hand and leveled a look that dared you to shy away from him.

“I… thought you were pretty cool.” You dumped the rag into the trash and sat down at your seat. “Tatami is great and she’s gotta see something in you right? You tried to give a joking laugh—maybe he wouldn’t catch on to your silly crush. “If she does, I trust her.” Which means I hope you weren’t an asshole enough to be in on this.

Shindo was actually taken back by your simple statement. You seemed a lot more open-minded and mature than he had taken you for. He kind of expected some theatrics and a little bit of drama but here you were, saying he was ‘cool’. Not that he didn’t know a lot of girls thought he was attractive, but they usually tried to simper over him and clung onto him. There were others who called him out on his two-faceness and tried to start up drama with his friends first (mainly Tatami). Here you were, having defended her and getting bullied for it.

“I hope that means you didn’t think I was involved. In fact, I will kick his ass if I find out he did this.” Shindo dumped the lot of notes in his bag and resolved to confront his jerk of a classmate—the fact he even dared to insinuate that about Tatami earned his everlasting annoyance. But he did come here for a reason.

“Sorry Y/N, I actually came in to tell you..” Shindo put away his annoyance too … shove out what he had come to say. “Thanks for calling him out on his shit. Tatami and I aren’t like that but I don’t like to hear that about her.” He leaned on your table and gave a smile. A sincere smile, one you had never seen around your classmates before, but you had seen aimed at Tatami. You felt heat crawling up your neck.

“It’s not a big deal. No one deserves to be talked about like that, so you don’t need to say thanks.” You said in a rush as you gathered your stuff a little more clumsily and shot to your feet. Trying to leave before he noticed how much you were blushing.

“Hey, are you feeling sick?” Shindo had blocked you in and could see your flushed demeanor. He put his hand on your shoulder and you involuntarily felt yourself shiver. Goddamnit.

Shindo had been concerned but feeling your body react to his… his eyes widened, and his smirk came back. “Oh…” He got in a little closer and inched his leg in between your skirt. His hand drifted over to your neck, craning your hidden face upwards. “I’m starting to think it wasn’t about defending Tatami but you were interested in my answer?” You could hear the innuendo in his voice and really, really wanted to face-palm.

“Okay, wipe that smug look off. I was a little interested but I’m not going to be one of your crazy little fangirls.” You put a hand on his chest to push him away. “And your kinks are yours, no one should force you to talk about it.” You were trying to be oh-so-respectful and keeping your eyes off him. Off his smug face and off his tantalizing chest. It didn’t really help that you could practically see his naked chest peeking out from his unbuttoned shirt, having it seared into your memory from all the times you’ve seen him fight.

Shindo grabbed your hair and thrust his knee higher up between your thighs. “Wrong. I think you’re very interested in my answer. You wanna hear?” You couldn’t even muster up a single word at the way Shindo balled his fingers tighter into your hair and bared his teeth at your throat, nipping it provocatively.

He purposefully licked his way up, letting your sweet-smelling scent of your shampoo wash over him as he breathed in the cove of your ear. “I like virgins so I can train their little cunt to fit my cock.” You whimpered. “Train them to open their mouth at my beck and call, teaching them to get wet at my fingers and cock.” His tone took a possessive note and his hand thrust down to your damp panties. “Good little girls obey their master, right? You don’t open your legs for anyone else.”

Shindo finally kissed you, plunging his tongue in your mouth and god his mouth was obscene, you thought, before he quickly withdrew. You reached for him and were too far gone to notice you were whining for him. “You tasted better than I expected.” He gave a roguish smirk before he plunged his fingers into your slick heat. You gasped and he took advantage to give you another drugging kiss—and you keened away in pain as his fingers went too deep.

“Aw, baby.” He cooed, slipping it out to circle his wet fingers on your sensitive clit. “Did it hurt?”

“A bit…” You looked down bashfully. You didn’t know what to do after all…

“Let me lick the pain away then.” He dropped down to his knees and picked up your legs to throw over his shoulder, startling you into falling on the desk. He pulled your panties off and pocketed the scrap of fabric.

“Wait, Shindo!” You tried to push his head away in embarrassment as he forced his way between your thighs. Shindo ignored your protest as he breathed in, looking like a cat that had just gotten the cream; maybe he had. He dove in to lick your inner thighs and nibble enticingly. You felt something dripping down and you honestly didn’t want to know what—but by the way Shindo was feasting on you, you felt yourself getting wetter. “Shindo, don’t just lick there…” You whined. Shindo just chuckled as he finally touched your clit, invoking feather-light vibrations that had you moaning into the empty classroom. He just kept circling his fingers in teasing circles, smaller and smaller until he shoved his vibrating finger hard on your sensitive nub. Your legs writhed but Shindo didn’t seem to budge. He held your limbs down but you felt yourself throbbing with a need, something balling tight within your core as the sensations heightened… You just needed a little more….

Shindo plunged his tongue into your wet cunt while vibrating his fingers, and you felt your mouth fall open with a silent scream. That last bit pushed you over the edge. You lay there panting as Shindo withdrew. He gave you a lewd grin from between your open thighs.

“Feel better?” Shindo licked his lips to gather the last of your wetness, even bringing his slicked fingers up to his mouth to lick the last of it off.

“Shindo… I don’t think that’s what they mean when they say you lick the pain away.” You covered your face in embarrassment.

“Hm. That’s what I call a ‘thank you’ darling.” Shindo cockily grinned. He helped you to sit up and smoothed your skirt down for you. You felt very…. open and wet.

“Shindo, where is it?” You looked around, alarmed at your missing underwear. Shindo gave you an innocent and confused look—you weren’t believing any of it. “Shindo!”

“You might find it if you…” He picked up your bag for you. You held your hand demandingly out for your panties because you could carry your own bag, dammit. “If you feel like coming over? Maybe tell me about how ‘cool’ I am?” You groaned at him throwing your words back at you.

“Shindo, you are an egotistical idiot.” You jumped off the table, wincing at the wetness dripping from your thighs and how exposed you felt. You tried to glare at the tantalizing brunette in front of you who just waited with a self-assured look. You couldn’t blame him for snickering, you could feel your embarrassment drowning any real antagonism.

Still, though, you flip him the middle finger. “Shindo, I’m not some bitch. If I’m going home with you, I’d better be your goddamn girlfriend.”

“Then consider me your boyfriend.” He said without hesitation.

“Literally, what the fuck?”

#shindou you #shindo yo #shindou yo x reader #shindo x reader #bnha x reader #bnhasmut #bnhaharem #mha x reader #bnha #mha imagines #discord server #shindo yo x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #fanfiction #boku no academia

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sweetbuckybarnes · 3 years ago

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May our darling Anne love this, almost as much as you

Pairings: Gilbert Blythe + Anne Shirley

Summary: Gilbert accompanied Anne to Charlottetown as she went to Halifax to find out about her parents. Slight alternative if Anne never had time to change back into her regular dress.

After Anne had found out the truth about her parents (they had died from a fever, weeks apart, when she was just 3 months old, and that her parents fled from Scotland - the home of the redheads).

She had to quickly catch the ferry back to Prince Edward Island, and with that running slightly late - it set everything back, as she quickly hurried to Aunt Josephine's.

"Why, Anne, my dear. You should have been back 20 minutes ago!" Aunt Jo exclaimed after Rollings opened the door to a slightly out of breath Anne.

"Aunt Jo! I'm so sorry, the ferry left the island late, and I don't have time to go exchange my clothes," Anne apologised, making Jo shake her head.

"Cole, fetch Anne's clothes down," Aunt Jo called, taking Anne's hands in hers. "There is nothing to be sorry for, dear. This is the way that the cards have fallen," Aunt Jo told her, as Cole came running down with the satchel that Anne left behind.

Cole reached over and faffed with one of Anne's curls which had come loose from when she was running. "Take the horse, you need to get her on the train, quickly," Aunt Jo said, making Anne and Cole nod and rush after Rollings - who was surprisingly quick for his age.

Anne sat in front of Cole as they rushed to the train station as quickly as Lady Di (its name given by Anne, in honour of her bosom friend, Diana).

When they got there, Cole quickly jumped off and helped Anne down (as she struggled with her current state of dress).

They got onto the platform, Gilbert was already on the train, waiting for Anne.

Cole handed the bag over to the redhead. "It will not matter to Aunt Josephine when it comes back. But, you look gorgeous, dear Anne," Cole complimented her, making a flush of pink run up her cheeks. She had gotten very few compliments throughout her short life.

"Thank you, Cole," Anne smiled, reaching up and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Expect a letter in due time," she gave a small curtsey, making him laugh, and she hurried on the train.

Despite spending some of the afternoon in Winifried's company, he sat by the window, fiddling with a purple flower.

This is when he saw Anne rushing onto the platform, Cole McKenzie behind her, holding the small satchel she had this morning.

The dress she was wearing was gorgeous! The green dress fitted her perfectly - however, thinking about it, she could be wearing a corset that he'd heard dreaded things about.

He watched Cole hand over the satchel, and say something to Anne. This resulted in the young man getting a kiss on his cheek (near enough the same place she hit him with her slate when he first met her).

He lifted his fingers and run them over where the bump had been, it was probably obvious to anyone that he was completely smitten with Anne. She owned the key to his heart, there was no one else for him!

Looking down at the flower between his fingers, he didn't know who he was kidding, moving on from Anne? It was physically and mentally impossible! He would love her to his dying day. If she told him she loved him the day before he passes, he would be the happiest man on the face of the earth.

She quickly boarded the train, waving to Cole and taking her seat next to him.

Anne could tell that Gilbert was staring at her out of the corner of her eye, probably wondering what in heaven on earth she was wearing.

"Don't say a word," she stated, waving at Cole as the train left Charlottetown Station, heading back to Avonlea. "We must go to yours, so I can change. Marilla will have my head if she sees me like this," Anne said, setting her bag on her lap (which made a surprising thud).

This made both Gilbert and Anne's faces scrunch up. A gentle hand in her bag and Anne pulled out a well-loved copy of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. When she opened the first page, written there, in handwriting similar to hers:

My Walter, One day, may our darling Anne love this tale, almost as much as you do. Forever yours, Your Bertha.

Anne ran her fingers over the handwriting, this was something that was handed between her mother and father - and it made her smile.

Anne gasped as she looked at the date her mother had written down. "Look at the date," Anne pointed, "It was written just weeks before I was born," It made her smile and held it to her heart.

This made Gilbert smile, it was nice that Anne had another piece added to her puzzle over who her parents were.

Anne was grateful that Marilla, Matthew and Mrs Lynde weren't at the station. She breathed a sigh of relief and got off the train. They left the train station and saw the horse that Gilbert brought with him this morning still tied up - happily eating something from the trough.

Anne patted the horse's nose, as it nuzzled her happily. "Let's get going," Gilbert said, holding a hand out to Anne (she knew she would have to sit side-saddle - how a 'lady should sit'), and helped her up. He knew that she wouldn't need help, but it was the gentlemanly thing to do, that his father taught him to do.

He held onto the reigns, in a way he was keeping her 'safe' as well as stopping her from falling off Bessie. Gilbert clicked his tongue a couple of times. "Come on, Bess,"

They arrived at the Blythe-Lacroix farm, Bash walking out with Delphine in his arms, gently rocking her and shushing her - she'd recently started teething.

Anne launched herself off the horse and landed on her feet perfectly (like she was a cat), as she turned round to smirk at Gilbert. "I'm no lady," she took her bag that was hanging from the side of Bessie and headed into the home.

"You," she pointed at Bash. "Never. Saw me dressed like this," she gave him a look, and he nodded. "Hello, Dellie," Anne cooed, running her finger along Delphine's cheek - making the baby squark happily.

She lifted one of Delphine's small fingers which had wrapped itself around one of hers tightly. Anne kissed it gently and gave Delphine a sweet smile.

"You can change in Mary's room," Bash told her, chocking up slightly at Mary won't be sleeping in her room anymore, and Gilbert sometimes sees Bash's room as his dad's room.

Anne smiles at Bash, reaching up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. She took her bag and went to change back into her usual clothes.

Bash gave Gilbert a look, and the young man waved him off. Taking Bessie back to the barn. "How am I going to tell Winifred? As much as I like her company, Anne owns my heart, ever since she smack me across the head with her slate," Gilbert laughed silently, rubbing Bessie's nose, as he started to feed her an apple. "Her parents are most likely going to kill me, but..." Gilbert trails off, before saying three words out loud for the first time. "I love Anne,"

A breeze surrounds Gilbert, as he looked out of the cut-out window of the barn to the sky. He smiled, taking it as silent approval from his father. 'You took your time, son,'

Gilbert walked into his home, seeing Anne dressed in her usual brown dress and pinafore - even now, with her braids and usual clothes, she looks beautiful.

Delphine started crying again, and Bash followed one of the recipes that Anne had written out for Delphine. Gilbert started to walk over to his niece when Anne got there first. Reaching into the basket, and brought the baby to rest against her shoulder. Gently shushing her, rocking back and forth to soothe her.

Bash looked up from the vegetables he was cutting, smiling at the girl who would attend to Dellie's every cry. That is when he looked over at Gilbert and saw the look in his eyes. He'd heard his mother say once, 'When a boy is in love, you can see it in his eyes,'

He then looked over at Anne (after Gilbert picked up some of the garlic and started peeling it), and remember the other half of the saying he'd heard. 'When a girl is in love, you can see it in her smile,'.

#shirbert #anne x gilbert #anne shirley #gilbert blythe #shirbert fic #bash lacroix #delphine lacroix

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magneticflower · 4 years ago

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what's your fave scene? (or at least fave in every season)

Send me AWAE Ask/Messages of Any kind!

Oh gosh, narrowing it down is HARD even with getting to pick one from each season sjsjsj I shall try my best here. I have a feeling I’m going to want to rewatch AWAE after this.

Season 1

So, I really love season 1 of Anne With An E, I feel like they built up such a strong foundation for the characters and for the shows as a whole. It deeply resonated with me and I truly adore it so it was hard to pick something but then I was just struck with the moment when Anne signed her name into the Cuthbert family Bible and I KNEW it had to be that one. It was SUCH a profound moment in the lives of both Anne and the Cuthbert siblings and I get so emotional every time I watch it.

"With this pen, I take you, Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert, to be my family forever. To call you mine and to be yours. For a l w a y s."

Season 2

Season 2 definitely had its hit or miss moments, namely the gold rush bit, but it really did have some excellent moments to make up for it. I definitely consider s2 to have one of the most beautiful openings I’ve seen of any show but I’m hesitant to say that would be my Favorite Scene.

I think I’m torn between Matthew and Marilla’s while Anne was away at Josphine’s and Anne and Marilla when Anne returns home.

The Matthew and Marilla moment in which they confront what their mother’s grief had done to them and how it had made them afraid of relying on anyone else in fear of becoming a burden to someone they loved. It was a really defining moment for Marilla--- she was so used to be the caretaker, to taking charge and being the rock for everyone else and herself, that being in a moment of weakness scared her half to death, and to have Matthew give her that moment to really acknowledge her bottled up feelings (and let himself do the same) was really impactful and to tell her that she can and SHOULD rely on her family at times was so important.

They had spent so many years being so self-contained that it must have felt like such a weight lifted off of them to finally admit to themselves and to each other the feelings that had plagued them for years upon years. I said I was torn but I’m going to go with that one as my favorite since I just went through a whole emotional journey revisiting it.

I LOVE Marilla and Anne’s scene so much too though. OH AND THE WEDDING SCENE WITH PRISSY--- I’m gonna stick with this one but just know that the runaway bride scene makes me cry.

Season 3

There are so many scenes I absolutely adore in this season for so many different reasons. It’s really hard to choose but I feel like the one that still stands out the most to me and provokes the most emotion was the Freedom of Speech scene. I still get chills when I watch it because it HIT everyone in that room and to see the words deeply resonate with Rachel was incredibly intense. It was such an important moment in the show and so well executed.

I also feel particularly impacted by the girls’ bonfire scene and especially Ruby’s emotional journey through that scene and when she says, “Oh, how I love being a woman!” hits so deeply too. I’ll still go with the Freedom of Speech as the top scene but the bonfire scene is a close second.

Thank you so much for sending!!

#awae #anne with an e #bathroombreaks

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madamebaggio · 4 years ago

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Note: My dear friend Ully requested -as a birthday present -a modern AU with Gilbert and Anne from “Anne with an E”, just so they’d have a good excuse to properly kiss (You know, since the series has this sweetness and innocence to it).

So, here it is.

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“Why aren’t you listening to me?”

“Why are you fighting with me? I’m literally on your side!”

Anne took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” She grumbled. “It’s just… I can’t believe this debate exists.”

Gilbert sighed. “Trust me: I get it. But I’m just telling you an argument they might use. I’m not saying I believe this.”

Anne groaned. She loved debates -she really did -but this thing about climate change was making her truly angry.

Miss Stacy had brought to class the discussion about climate change. Anne -foolishly, now she could see -had assumed it was a given and that there was nothing to actually discuss about it, just its very real effects.

How wrong she was.

Billy Andrews -because who else would it be? -had raised his voice to say it was FAKE NEWS!

Really! With those words!

Climate change was fake news. Alarmism. A communist invention against capitalism.

Anne would’ve loved to say she was exaggerating the whole thing, but unfortunately, all of that had been quite real.

So at some point she started arguing with Billy inside the classroom and Josie Pye had risen to defend her precious boyfriend, and Gilbert Blythe had sided with Anne, and…

It’d turned into quite a mess, and Miss Stacy was not happy.

Once she managed to calm her students down, she proposed a proper debate for next class. They’d have to do research, she’d mediate, and that would be it. No screaming, no ‘that’s my opinion’, real information.

At that point, Anne had approved of the idea. That was until Miss Stacy declared she’d be pairing up with Gilbert, since Josie and Billy were clearly a team.

Why? Why did she have to be paired up with Gilbert?

If things were like they were in freshman year, she could go on pretending to hate him. But they weren’t! Now in senior year she…

She might like him.

She wasn’t saying she did! She just might.

As a remote possibility.

Yet to be confirmed. But very unlikely to be!

Nope. No feelings there. None whatsoever…

“Can we take a break?” She asked, her voice a bit louder than strictly necessary.

“Sure…” Gilbert agreed easily enough.

They were studying together in the living room, as Marilla was preparing dinner in the kitchen and Matthew was still at work. Gilbert had been invited for dinner, since Marilla had a huge soft spot for him.

Anne had tackled the task with gusto: she found all the information she could, searched for trustworthy sources, researched the name of scientists and their works and then went even deeper, looking for simple examples -like unprecedented natural phenomena around the world.

Gilbert had been playing devil’s advocate. He was bringing every possible counter argument he’d found, so they could have the answers to them. Logically, Anne knew he was just making sure they were prepared, but every time he said something to discredit what she’d just said she felt like hitting him with a book.

Ever since Anne started noticing that she might like like Gilbert, being around him was complicated. When she was still competing with him for grades, it seemed much easier. Besides, back then, she’d been pretty sure he also didn’t like her very much.

Time and maturity -and yes, a few years in high school did count as maturing -made her realise he’d never really competed with her. He was just amused by the back and forth. Diana and Cole were certain that Gilbert had a crush on her, but Anne had never seen anything that confirmed those absurd claims.

Honestly, most of the time, she couldn’t even phantom what he had on his mind. If Gilbert did like her, he kept his feelings very much under control.

Which convinced her that there were no feelings.

Like… Why would he even like her? She was a freckled redhead. She wasn’t a beauty, and she was okay with that. Things were what they were. Gilbert was really good looking; he had great eyes, fluffy hair and a perfect smile. He could have any girl he wanted. There was no reason for him to like her.

“I’ll get us some lemonade.” She decided, needing a bit of space. She left before he could say anything.

She opened the fridge and found the lemonade, but no Marilla anywhere in the kitchen.

“Marilla?” She called, looking around.

Then she found a note on the counter, saying that Marilla had gone to Rachel’s house for a little bit.

She was alone in the house with Gilbert.

It wasn’t a problem. At all.

She got back to where Gilbert was and offered him a glass. He thanked her and they drank in an awkward silence, sitting side by side on the floor, all their work sprawled in front of them.

Anne was really bad with awkward silences.

“I think we’re going to be okay.” She suddenly said. “I doubt Josie and Billy are putting this much thought in this.” She told him nervously.

“You’re probably right.” Gilbert chuckled.

“I mean, they’re probably just using this as an excuse to make out.”

The moment the words were out of her mouth, Anne regretted saying them. It felt wrong even saying ‘make out’ in front of Gilbert.

And she was pretty sure he’d just choked on his drink because of it. “Right.” He said, but it came out strangled.

“Not that they’re shy about making out in public.” Anne continued rambling, even though her brain was screaming at her to stop. “I mean they just go at…” She finally managed to stop talking, feeling her face on fire.

Gilbert was extremely quiet, but his shoulders were shaking and after a minute she realised it was because he was laughing.

“Shut up.” She groaned in misery.

He finally started laughing out loud. “I’m sorry. It’s just… This is so weird.”

“Shut up.” She said again, this time with much less heat.

“We should be thankful to them.” He teased. “If they spend all the time making out, we’ll crush them in this debate.”

Anne scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Right. Since we’re here studying and there’s no way we’ll make out so…”

They locked eyes, and Gilbert wasn’t laughing anymore. He wasn’t even smiling.

“We won’t.” He said softly, his eyes focused on her face.

And for some stupid reason, Anne’s eyes fell to his lips, before shooting immediately back up. “That’d be ridiculous.” She tried to force a laugh, but it came out sounding strained.

“Downright absurd.” He agreed.

She narrowed her eyes. “Ludicrous.” She said, remembering their past squabbles over who was the smartest one.

“Preposterous.” The corner of Gilbert’s mouth ticked up.

Anne bit her lower lip. “Outlandish.”

She didn’t know when she’d gotten this close to him, but the next time Gilbert spoke, the words fanned her mouth. “Like a dream come true.”

Anne couldn’t even process those words, because his lips were right there, and then they were on hers and she was…

She was kissing Gilbert Blythe.

It was slow and tentative, only their lips touching and discovering. It was simple and even sweet, until Gilbert cupped her face, and Anne gasped into his mouth.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth and Anne noticed he tasted like sweet lemonade.

Which made her think about Marilla and immediately pull back.

Anne scrambled away from him, making her glass of lemonade tumble in the process. “Oh no!”

She pushed the papers away from it, looking for something to put over it.

“Anne.” Gilbert called.

“Marilla is going to kill me! Lemonade on the carpet!”

“Anne.”

“I need to get something to clean this.” She got up in a flash.

“Anne, wait.” Gilbert stood after her. “We need to talk about this.”

“No.” She turned to him immediately. “We really don’t.”

“We do.” He insisted. “I didn’t mean to kiss you…”

“Of course you didn’t.” Anne scoffed. “Why would you want to kiss me?”

“This wasn’t what I meant. If you let me finish…”

“There’s nothing to say.” She insisted. “We just got caught up and… And…”

His shoulders sagged. “So it meant nothing to you?” He asked, sounding defeated.

“I didn’t say that.” Anne defended herself fast, because she didn’t want him thinking she went around kissing boys just because they were there.

“Then what are you trying to say?” He asked.

Anne crossed her arms. “Why did you say ‘a dream come true’?” She threw back.

Gilbert took a deep breath in. “Screw this.” He marched in her direction, and Anne couldn’t move for the life of her.

And then his mouth was back on hers and she was stumbling back, her body hitting the wall.

Now it wasn’t that innocent anymore; it was intense and open mouthed and Anne had never been kissed like this before. She could only think of him, and his smell and his hands on her waist, her face, her hair -everywhere at the same time.

She sank her fingers on his hair -like she’d always dreamed of doing -and pressed her body tighter against his, wishing there was no more space between them.

She could feel this tingle on her body, something that was growing bigger and hungrier with each shared kiss, until she could only think of Gilbert.

Pulling apart was almost impossible, and Gilbert himself was having a hard time stopping with the kissing. He kept going back to her mouth for one more kiss, one more peck.

It felt like forever before they finally broke apart.

“I meant this.” Gilbert spoke, before clearing his throat -because his voice sounded wrecked. “This is like a dream.”

Anne thought she couldn’t blush more -all things considered -but his words and the way he was looking at her made her blush even harder.

“And now we…” She started then stopped talking, because she didn’t know exactly what she wanted to ask him.

“Now we could try going on a date?” Gilbert offered, although it came out much more like a question.

“A date? Like a real one?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, a real one. Just us.”

“Sounds nice.”

They shared smiles.

“We can also continue…”

“Studying?” Gilbert suggested.

Anne bit her lower lip and shook her head.

Gilbert opened a huge grin. “Ok, that too.”

They went right back to kissing.

And they still destroyed Josie and Billy in that debate.

#madame baggio #one shot #posted on AO3 #modern au #gifs not mine #anne with an e #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #anne x gilbert

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