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[butchlifeguard]

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[torikawa]

Tōru Oikawa FanFiction Part #1

'Mixed Realities' a love story between [F/N] [L/N] and Tōru Oikawa.

This Fanfiction includes the following~

Happy Ending

Sexual Themes

Explicit Words

Kinks

Friends to Lovers

Strangers to Lovers

Sad scenarios in the Middle

Fluff

Comedy

[F/N] = First Name

[L/N] = Last Name

[N/O/S] = Name Of School

[F/N] [L/N], a girl who attends to [N/O/S] was known to be a Huge Otaku and the newest Manager of the Boys Volleyball Team. She's a huge fan of the Anime Haikyuu! Looking up to the Characters especially Oikawa. She thought of him as such an amazing character who deserved the world! She basically Simped for him whenever she could.

"Did you see the new Episode?! Oikawa showed up for less than a second but I think I fell for him all over again" [F/N] said with a grin spreading across her face, her eyes glued onto the Screen Shot she took of him.

"Here she goes again." Julien muttered under his breath, glaring daggers into [F/N]'s smaller figure.

"Oh come on! Hearing her rant about her 2D Boyfriend is honestly funny-" Ace laughed in.

"No wonder she's still single, too busy SIMPING for guys who don't exi-" Interrupted by a sharp smack on the shoulder, Leon choked on his food.

"Oh come on! You can't deny that he's the hottest Character in Haikyuu!!" [F/N] chimed in between the boys Laughter.

"You say that about every guy in Haikyuu." Julien dead panned.

"You're just salty that I don't talk about Sakusa as much!"

"Tch." He looked away, his nose scrunching up along with his mask.

"Pfft, don't be mad Juju!" [F/N] squeezed Julien's cheek through his mask, pink scattering across his cheeks as he swats her hand away.

He muttered a small 'whatever' before he got up and walked away.

"Mmm, I think our own little Sakusa likes you [F/N]" Ace said with a snicker.

"He has a point. Julien's a huge Germaphobe yet he treat you as if you're the only pure/clean thing that exists" Leo added, his words mumbled from him chewing on his food.

[F/N] stared at her 2 Friends, dumbfounded. She slowly looked away before moving a strand of her hair behind her ear. She couldn't bring herself to see Julien looking at her as someone more than just a friend.

He was tall, handsome, smart, and above all the boy who the girls swoon over in the School. But there aren't any proof of him liking her, atleast not yet?

"I still can't believe that, but anyways! It's almost practice, we should probably get going or we'll be late" She got up slowly, slinging her bag over her shoulder right shoulder.

Ace and Leo sighed in anticipation, upset about how stupid their little manager was when it came to romance.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the Gym, Julien and the rest of the Team were already practicing their serves.

"You guys are a bit late" The coach said with a sympathetic smile.

"Sorry we wer-"

"[F/N] ate so much, we had to wait for our little manager to be finished because we didn't want her left alone" Ace said with a snort. Causing Leo to burst out of laughter as he jogged towards the rest of the team.

[F/N] gave Ace a smack on the arm, her face beat red. It caused most of the boys who were practicing their serves to snicker.

Meanwhile, Julien kept his stone cold face. Simply not bothered by the fact the others were basically dying of laughter by now. Though as his eyes landed on his dear Friend, a teasing smile spread across his face.

[F/N] looked away embarrassed, trying her best to avoid Julien's teasing gaze.

After 2 hours of practicing, it finally came to an end. With [F/N] handing out each of the Players water bottles.

For Julien, she had to rub the shit out of his bottle. It was something she had to do before handing it to him. Of course at first, she was kind of offended. But now that she was one of the few people who were actually able to touch him, it made her feel special.

"Here" [F/N] said with a smile on her face, slowly handing Julien his Bottle. He stared down at her, nodding before giving a small 'thanks'

She ended up walking home alone today, Julien had to get home fast to take care of his Nephew, Ace had to go out with his Girlfriend, and Leon as usual walked on a different path since he lived in the opposite direction.

It didn't take long for her to reach her front door. She reached into her pockets and pulled out her keys, professionally sticked it into the keyhole with a turn, causing the door to open.

"I'm home!" [F/N] screamed out, but then a sudden shock hit her. Her parents were off on a vacation, so she'd have to live alone for a few weeks. "Oops- Forgot"

Slowly, she took her shoes off. Placing them ever so gently against the shoe rack before ascending the stairs of her house. But then, that's when she realized. Something felt so off about her surroundings, but why?

[F/N] continued her way towards her bedroom slowly, her legs shaking with each step she took.

Her hand pressed against the door as she pushed it open, revealing her bedroom. She stepped inside cautiously, her eyes scanning her room.

A minute passed with her standing still. And yet nothing happened. 'Huh, I guess it was just my imagination-' Though before she could step forward to enter her room fully, a large hand grasped her mouth, forcefully pinning her against the wall.

"Who the fuck are you and where the Hell am I?" The dark figure yelled out, his hand still dangerously close to choking her. She couldn't tell who this was, and she couldn't have known why the Hell this person was here in the first place!

[F/N] felt a surge of fear flow through her body as she whimpered against the touch.

"Are you gonna talk or stay quiet?"

"P-Please..- I have no idea why you're here just please let me go!"

The boy eventually let go of her neck, stepping back while letting out a sigh.

[F/N] didn't hesitate to flick the lights on, snapping her head back to the boy. Only to have her eyes widen and her mouth open. 'N-No way..-' she thought in her head.

The Boy infront of her stood at over (6'0"), chocolate brown hair, and eyes. The features of his body were all so familiar with her.

"Oi..Oikawa..-?" [F/N] muttered, loud enough for the boy to hear.

"How do you know my name" Oikawa deadpanned, his cold eyes staring down at her smaller figure.

"I...no w-way- this can't be happening I.. this is a d-dream I..-" She stepped forward, causing him to step back in confusion and fear.

He wasn't used to his surroundings, nor was he used to having to look at a mirror with his different yet similar face.

"Stay back, I don't know who you are." Tōru kept his distance from her, he didn't show any fear whatsoever. But deep down he was panicking. Where was he? How did he get here? And why was he here?

[F/N] sighed, calming down a bit to hold herself back from bursting out into tears. She looked into Oikawa's half lidded eyes and began to explain how he was a Fictional character she looked up to, a character who wasn't supposed to exist but yet still ended up being in her room PHYSICALLY. Was this a way of God giving her a Gift? A gift of someone she treasured and looked up to the most? Perhaps.

Tōru's eyes softened, he scanned her room only to look at the merch [F/N] baught of himself. It's crazy to believe, but it's the only logical explanation; How he ended up transferring into a different reality, a different dimension. It all made sense in his head but it was hard to believe. How could this girl look so calm? Was she expecting this? Though, she was caught off guard when she realized who he was. So Oikawa shook off the thought, and eventually let out a smile.

"Is it alright if I stay here until I figure out a way to head back..?" He questioned, his head tilting to the side as his usual yet none genuine smile spread across his cheeks. He wanted to deal with this situation without having to face it alone.

"O-Ofcourse..!" [F/N] quickly looked around, before settling her bag on her [F/C] bean bag.

"Do you live alone?"

"Oh, actually I live with my Parents but they're off on a vacation for 3 weeks"

"I see~" Oikawa hummed, before plopping himself on her bed. He may look and act calm and collected. But inside he was worrying about how his friends and family would act with his sudden disappearance from his own reality.

"Are you okay? Do you feel hungry? I could cook for you if you want" [F/N] said as she sat beside him.

Tōru was caught off guard from her sudden approach, but he paid no mind. He didn't get any harmful nor dangerous vibes from the stranger.

"Actually, I'm not hungry at all. But I do have a question or two that I would like for you to answer"

"Ask awayyyy!" [F/N] said with a huge goofy grin her face, causing the setter to let out a chuckle. She couldn't keep in her excitement with having her idol infront of her.

"Pfft, now, what's your name Stranger?"

"Stra- ah right- I'm [F/N] [L/N]"

"Ah~ what a cute name [F/N]-chan! Is it alright if I call you that or are you uncomfortable with it?" Tōru asked with a tilt of his head.

"A-Actually I don't mind you calling me by my first name.. But, that means I get to call you Tōru-kun then!"

"Tōru, just call me Tōru." He replied softly.

[F/N] could practically feel her heart flutter. Was she really falling for Oikawa for real? Was he really THE Oikawa Tōru..

Little did she know, this was the start of an unbreakable bond. A bond that will soon blossom into romance.

[Original Idea, do not steal]

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

What Time Forgot Chapter 1

Aaravos x reader

Summary: Viren is being suspicious with all those books he just ruined, and someone recalls a tale of a spell that would cause that damage. Could it be the clue she’s been looking for to track down her love?

Word Count: 1844

Viren wanted to scream when he saw that every text he’d found that referenced Aaravos turned black. “Is nothing safe?!”

“Issues?” a female voice asked.

He whipped around to see a woman standing there in armor similar to his least favorite general’s. “That is none of your concern.”

“Really?” Her eyebrows rose skeptically. “Because it looks like you’ve poured ink on those books, and I know the keeper of this fine library won’t be happy about it.”

“And yet that is still not your business.”

“Whatever you say . . .” Y/E/C eyes rolled as she wandered off.

Leery of being caught by guards, Viren slunk back to his secret chambers to think. Little did he know that the woman, Y/N, moved to look at those ruined texts as soon as the dark mage was gone. That particular style of page-ruining magic struck a nerve with her; it seemed incredibly familiar.

“Aaravos . . .” she breathed thoughtfully. “Why would Viren be looking up a Startouch elf?” Eyes widened. “Unless . . .” She closed her eyes, digging deep into her memory to try and recall what was there scratching at the surface of her mind, begging to be remembered.

It was long before the current generation, during the war of removing humans from all that was magical. And the humans were losing. Badly. Honestly, it had been reluctantly expected given that Xadia had practically all the power with their magic, dragons, and overall experience. In truth, it was a miracle and a testament to how truly conniving the high mage was that they hadn’t lost yet.

He had known they needed help in order to continue holding out, much less to have a prayer of winning. For years, he had heard stories of an elf. A Startouch elf that was able to use all primal sources. And he was supposed to be neutral thus far in the struggle. Finding him and convincing him to join their cause, however, was bound to be a difficult issue.

Which was how that one fateful morning went so far off the rails for Y/N.

For her, the day started lazily--like most days, honestly. As a human firmly on the Xadian side of the border, she didn’t get out much to the nearby elven town. At one point--before the world went to hell--she’d been one of the Crownguard of Katolis. There, in the castle, was where she met the man that was currently acting as her pillow and running his fingers through her hair. With as much time as she spent in the library, it seemed inevitable that they met in the first place.

She lightly dragged her nails across the star-dappled chest, earning a quiet hum. “How long have you been up?” she asked, voice still scratchy from sleep.

“Not long,” that bone-rattling, deep voice replied quietly.

She turned to rest her head on his chest to allow her to meet those golden eyes. “Did we need to do anything today? I feel like we said we did.”

He hummed again, this time in thought. “I believe . . .” his free hand moved up to cup her jaw. “It’s a free day aside from needing to get groceries.”

“And here I was hoping to just stay here all day.”

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest while leaning up so their lips just barely brushed. “I would support that thought, but I’ll give it four minutes before you get hungry.”

Just for that, she defiantly licked his lips, giggling at the slightly disgusted scowl that pulled them down afterwards. Moments later, as an apology, she kissed him sweetly. Of course, that was a slippery slope that led to her being pinned beneath him, hands either clawing at his back or tumbled in his hair.

Eventually, they successfully made it to the town; of course, that was after they’d washed away the evidence of their morning activities. He’d donned his usual plunging tunic, pants, and star-studded cloak while she dressed in the garb of a Moonshadow elf: leggings, boots, and a tank top with her hair braided to be out of her face. She’d worn their style of clothing or a long time since she found it to be the most practical style available among the elves. Besides, everyone in town knew she was human; there was no use hiding it even if there were still some people--mostly the Skywing family--that detested her.

It was overall a peaceful journey with only minor staring. They’d quickly gotten the supplies they needed for the week. Shopkeepers had a tendency to want the pair of them out as fast as possible, what with Y/N’s species and Aaravos’s reputation, but that was fine with them. Neither was fond of chatting with strangers, anyway.

“One last stop,” Y/N breathed. She would be happy to get back to their peaceful house.

Aaravos hummed, as he had a habit of doing. “We just have to pick up that book I ordered.”

“What was it about again?”

“It is an update on the warfront. We may be neutral, but you know how I like to stay updated.”

“Well I suppose we can’t be completely submerged in our little fairytale here. Never been one for doing nothing anyway.”

“Good, because we seem to have guests. Those two ahead, they have a glamor spell on them. That necklace is a moon illusionist’s doing.”

“Been a while since we’ve had a good fight,” she muttered, free hand tightening around a dagger at her waist.

“Now, now, dearest, all in good time,” he chided. “We should at least see what they want first.”

Despite his words, Y/N felt him release the hand he’d been holding. It was a move she was long familiar with; if a fight came forth, he’d need both hands for his magic. “Because that went so well lst time,” she muttered.

The shit-eating smirk on his face was enough to make her roll her eyes. “At least let us lead them out of town. We don’t need to go out of our way to further anger the Skywing.”

“Fair enough.”

“Two of them are circling around in front of us. Third’s still behind,” Y/N reported a few minutes later once they’d reached what was considered the outskirts of town. She’d kissed him on the cheek a few moments prior in order to disguise the process of her looking around.

“Observant as ever, dearest.”

“Okay, now really doesn’t feel like the right time to be flirting,” she snarked back, elbowing him in the side.

“Here we go,” he muttered, changing the tone of the conversation the instant two people--stalkers, her mind provided--blocked their path. “Can we help you?”

“You sure this is the right guy?” one of the stalkers asked, obviously the skittish one of the bunch.

His ‘Moonshadow’ companion scoffed. “Do you see another elf with a human girlfriend?”

“Well . . . no, but--”

“Exactly, this has to be the guy.”

“We are right here,” Y/N sighed. Clearly whoever these guys were, they weren’t professionals. That stung her pride a bit. If this group knew enough about them that one of their members was this skittish, it could be assumed that they knew enough to be more wary of this particular pair. It was a mix of insulting and disappointing, really.

“Right. We were sent by . . .”

And that day deviated wildly from their nice, lazy plans from there. Needless to say, they ended up working for the humans. After the yaers she’d spent ignoring the glares from the elves of their little town, the glares from her former brothers-in-arms did nothing to rattle her, and of course Aaravos was as unshakable as ever. Whispers followed her wherever she went. People called her traitor or worse whenever Aaravos wasn’t around (they weren’t brave enough to do it while he was present) simply because she loved an elf. Of course, she herself thought that their relationship was better suited to be an example that their species could get along and even thrive.

While that relationship flourished as it always had (they’d been together for quite some time, after all), everything else went to shit around them. Because of Aaravos, the humans held their own in the war until the Xadians were willing to come up with an armistice. True to the elven belief that humans were corrupt, they were all too willing to forfeit Aaravos despite all he’d done for them. One of the stipulations for the armistice was that Aaravos would be handed over for the Xadians to punish how they saw fit. Another was that Y/N would never be allowed back in Xadia.

The humans naturally agreed to both clauses.

On their last night together, Aaravos told her of the curse he’d put on his name wherever it appeared in text. Anyone specifically looking for him in human lands would find the pages blackened and unreadable. If they were just reading a random tome in which he appeared, the book would be unaffected--a handy little trick that would help keep from suspicion from arising. It was his way of giving her a fresh start, he explained; no one would be able to connect him with her after enough time had passed.

Provided she wasn’t killed, Y/N would live long enough for the humans to forget. When they initially got together, Aaravos gave her his heart--a crystal he’d used to focus his power when he was young--set into a small silver ring on her finger. To the surprise of them both, she’d stopped aging. It’d seemed like the ring kept her aging to match his in order for them to remain together without the grief that came with loving someone that lived a much shorter life.

As she stood there contemplating things in the present, she thought, That is the only time I’ve ever even heard of such a spell. The odds . . .

She’d tried to find out what the dragon king had done with her lover ever since the day she’d been vanished, but word had never reached the human kingdoms. They seemed to want to forget about the archmage that essentially won their existence for them. Then again, who wouldn’t want to forget that you just offered a virtual hero up like a lamb for slaughter?

Years passed.

Then decades passed.

Eventually, everyone except Katolis’s high council forgot she ever existed.

Then even they forgot.

Just for something to do, she’d eventually rejoined the Crownguard. Surprisingly, she made friends with the children of the king’s advisor. They were good kids, if a little dense at times. Soren was her favorite, naturally; they worked together almost every day, after all. Claudia was a bit too much like her father sometimes for Y/N to be completely comfortable with her, but she tried to be a good influence for the child. Both of the children viewed her as an aunt, and she prided herself in her ability to temper the destructive habits Viren tried to teach them.

Otherwise, her existence largely went unnoticed.

Until she saw those books in the library.

[wolfiepheanix]

How you meet

Klaus Mikaelson

You were new to the way earth had evolved since you’ve been dead. Your name is Y/N Dubois, related to Celeste Dubois. She was sadly killed and you were too but then you just got resurrected. You haven’t aged at all, you are still young and drop dead gorgeous but you still need to catch up with the world. You were in your old dress, the one you died in. It was very old and dirty but still looked decent even though it was vintage. As you were walking through New Orleans, you come across a man in a man with dark hair and was wearing a suit. You immediately recognized him when he turned around. It was Elijah Mikaelson. So, you immediately went over to him, bunching your dress up bit to make it easier to walk fast. “Elijah?!” You exclaimed, your throat sore and dry. This caused him to immediately turn his head and cock an eyebrow at you before he recognized you. “Y-Y/N? This can’t be...” He muttered before going to help you, he guided you to where him and his family stayed. Y/N knew Elijah had siblings but never got the chance to meet them back than up until now. “My, my... Who do we have here?” You looked around and soon spotted a tall man with curly dirty blond hair. You immediately thought he was attractive but ignored that and spoke up for yourself. “I am not a what. More or so whom.” You obviously weren’t great with comebacks yet but you didn’t care. “This is Y/N... Dubois..” Klaus paused for a moment, “As in C-” Klaus got cut off by Elijah nodding and asking him to assist you with finding better clothing to wear.. Clothing that suits this century. While you and Klaus were alone together you told him a lot about yourself and he sort of did as well. Just not as much as you.

Rebekah Mikaelson

Rebekah was on her way to Marcel. She wanted to see if he would allow her on his side against Klaus. She, obviously, still had faint feelings for him. She used her vampire speed to get to where he was faster. As soon as she got there, he was training some new vampires. Y/N was one of them, she looked uninterested and bored. She obviously knew about the vampire world. She was also born a witch so she is confused whether she has powers or not. She started to open her mouth to speak when Marcel asked the vampires if they would help him. “No.” Everyone but Y/N said yes, she never liked Marcel. She used to, but not now. “Who said that?” Marcel questioned causing Y/N to instantly speak out. “I did. I was a witch and you took that away from me. I don’t want to work for you, not now, not ever. Got it?” Y/N has always been one to speak her mind about certain things and this would be one of them. “For a newly turned vamp you are extremely cocky... Rebekah Mikaelson... To what do I owe the pleasure?” He changed the subject, not used to many people speaking up to him. Rebekah thought she was here to ask to be in an alliance but as soon as she saw Y/N, her thoughts were different. “I want her.” She said, pointing at Y/N with a small smirk. Y/N crossed her arms, turning her head to look at Rebekah. ‘God damn she’s hot...’ You thought but your mouth opened saying something different. “Let’s see, 1. No one owns me. 2. As much as I want to get away from this, I don’t know who you are.” You had an inkling that she was an important person since you could see the nostalgia on both Marcel and the girls face. Marcel cleared his throat, “Take her. I don’t care. She won’t be no help to me if she doesn’t want to work for me.” With that being said, you shrugged and walked over to the blonde, Rebekah. You both became very close although, her brothers were very skeptical of you.

Elijah Mikaelson

Y/N had been walking late at night in New Orleans, you didn’t know anything of the supernatural so this came as a complete shock to you when someone snatched you into an alley way and compelled you to stay calm and be quiet. Fangs grew from the persons gums and veins protruded from under their eyes before they sunk their fangs into the skin on your neck, sucking your blood. They drank till you were almost dry of blood and decided to leave you their to die before speeding away. Luckily, Elijah had been taking a night stroll and heard a body drop with his enhanced hearing. He quickly went to where he heard the noise and found Y/N nearly dead. He quickly rolled up his sleeve, bit into his wrist and fed her some of his blood. He was a little late, she died with his blood in her veins. Elijah cursed to himself before he picked her up, bridal style and carried her to the compound. He put her in a dark room so when she awoke and fed, if she chose to, she wouldn’t burn. Hours later, it was early in the morning when she woke up. Elijah had heard her groan, he left his conversation with Klaus and went to check on her. He knocked on the door, hearing a strangled come in. Y/N was sitting up on the bed with a scared look on her face. Elijah started to calm her down before explaining everything to her about what she could be and what is happening to her. “You need to drink human blood to complete the transition...” He said, putting a blood bag on the nightstand. “It is your choice if you want to become a vampire. If you choose to do so, I will help you through it..” In the end, you chose to drink the blood and transition into a vampire. Elijah helped you every step of the way.

Kol Mikaelson

You and Kol met back when he was human, which was so long ago. You both were best friends, lovers dare I say. You were turned into a hybrid just like Klaus was. Except you were a witch and a vampire. Soon after that, you had disappeared as if you didn’t exist. Kol thought you died during the transition process but after years of thinking about it and then him being daggered in a coffin for centuries passed by time. You were still alive and roaming the town, Mystic Falls. Little did you know, Kol and his family were in town. A few days later you were helping Elena and her friends with Klaus but you didn’t know Kol and Elijah were there. So, while you were the diversion, Kol came out of no where, causing you to gasp. “Kol?” Y/N called out, stopping him in his tracks, causing him to tear up and say your name. Damon went up behind Kol, about to stab him in the back. “No!” Y/N shouted, crying out as she raised her hand and flung Damon away from Kol. After debating whether to reunite with the Mikaelsons or help the Mystic Falls gang, you chose the Mikaelsons. You had more history with them although you never liked their ways of dealing with things.