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comechaseme · 2 years

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,, 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐂𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇.

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. A. Affection , { How affectionate are they? How do they show affection? }

— kai is definitely an affectionate person. he shows his affection and love by giving gifts and physical touch. he truly loves seeing your face when you receive something that you care about, or your reaction when he suddenly hugs you. i firmly believe that it won’t take kai long to be comfortable around you but he’ll be cautious until he fully trusts you.

. B. Best Friend , { What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start? }

— definitely a power duo. it is a world known fact that kai is a great friend. he might be cocky and egotistical at times, but he truly cares for those he truly loves. i believe that him and your’s friendship would have started back when you were in high school but then you fell off but met later in life and discovered and rekindled the hidden feelings from your youth.

. C. Cuddles , { Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle? }

— kai adores to cuddle, and he’s not shy to admit it to. he’s extremely clingy and he would take every opportunity that comes along to glue himself to you. kai really just wants skin-ship, he doesn’t necessarily care how the cuddles are, the comfort and feeling of another person next to him is more than enough.

. D. Domestic , { Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning? }

— as we all know, kai had to be an adult from a young age, so, he’s quiet independent. he would have to be madly in love with his partner to let them share his personal space. he only ever lived with his sister and team. it’ll be hard to be with another person, but he’s determined to make it work. kai knows how to cook, but mostly the basics. he’s great at cleaning, though. he’s easily imagined to be messy, and he can be, but when he decides to clean his mess, whatever place he cleaned would he glistening.

. E. Ending , { If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it? }

— it depends on the reasoning for the breakup. if it was from a valid reason, he’d be calm, collected and try his hardest to keep his composure and most importantly his anger. on the other hand, if it was a horrible reason where he was the one to be betrayed, he’d let his anger control him and he’d be a slightly mean. when kai was younger, he went through a lot of failed relationships where the reason for breakups where from both parties, so he decided to be the best he can be when it comes to romantic feelings as a young adult, so it would hurt like hell if he would to breakup or get get broken up with because he truly tried to be good.

. F. Fiancé , { How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married? }

— i’m a firm believer that kai hates the idea of marriage. he’s not sure why, but he would rather be a boyfriend rather than a husband, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love his partner. he simply thinks that marriage is a way of putting legal terms on someone’s relationship and he’d rather be a beloved uncle than a father, but he’s young, his mindset might change throughout the years. he would show his commitment by having matching necklaces, or by giving you a necklace with his initial on it.

“ i want to wear his initial on a chain around my neck, chain around my neck, not because he owns me, but because he really knows me, which is more than they can say.” — call it what you want - taylor swift.

. G. Gentle , { How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally }

— when it comes to physically, kai is the most gentle soul ever. he truly would go to hell and back to make sure you are comforted and happy. on the contrary, kai isn’t the best with his words. sometimes his words come out harsher than he intends or egotistical and non caring, he’s working on that, but he relies on his physical love for you to make sure you know he adores you.

. H. Hugs , { Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like? }

— kai adores hugs and he frequently asks for them. he’s the type of person that would randomly stop whatever he was doing and interrupt your duties to ask for a hug. out of all the physical love ways to show love, his favourite thing ever is to hug you. kai enjoys long, silent and comfortable hugs more than short and quick ones. kai’s hugs are comfortable, especially in winter since his element raises his body temperature. whenever his partner is cold, they tend to wrap their arms around kai and he happily accepts and enjoys the long lasting hug.

. I. I Love You , { How fast do they say the L-word? }

— kai would definitely try to wait for the right moment but end up saying it during a panicked moment. he truly didn’t mean to say it during a near-death experience, but his words slipped before his mind processed. after the fact, when everyone is safe, kai would try to bring it up, but before he can, you would instantly say "i love you too, kai." and walk away like it was nothing.

. J. Jealousy , { How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous? }

— now this is a decisive subject to decide, kai isn’t overly jealous, but he’s anxious. if he’s with someone, he truly trusts them with his life that he doesn’t worry, but he can’t help but feel jealous at times. when kai is jealous, he tends to take time to to calm himself down before simply walking towards you and saying it’s time to go, he would glare at the person as he walked away, but he will try his hardest not to cause a scene.

. K. Kisses , { What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed? }

— he loves teasing. he would go out of his way to back away the moment your lips are about to touch. whenever you try to connect your lips with his he would stop you by lightly touching your lips with his thumbs before giving in. kai is simple (sometimes), so he adores to kiss you on the lips, wether it would be a small peck or long and intimate kisses, kai enjoys everything, really. for him, he likes simple temple kisses. he grew up having to take care of his sister, so when you simply kiss him on his temple or head, he feels like he finally can give in and be the one to receive the care instead of giving it.

. L. Little Ones , { How are they around children? }

— he’s great with kids. he knows how to take care of a kid and their needs. he’s neutral about them, doesn’t hate them and doesn’t like them all that much, but if he was put in the situation where he had to take care of a kid, he won’t be oblivious but rather knowledgeable.

. M. Mornings , { How are mornings spent with them? }

— kai can be a morning person or a night person, it really depends on what’s happening in his life. he can be overly productive in the mornings, or laying in bed and contemplating getting up and starting his day. his sleep schedule is practically nonexistent so if yours isn’t, don’t bother trying to fix it, he gave up on that long ago, but if you’re also no constant with your sleeping routine, then be ready for random activities at two in the morning and seven AM.

. N. Nights , { How are nights spent with them? }

— like said before, his sleep cycle is messy. most nights, he’s out doing ninja duties and sleeps early in the morning, other nights, he’s blacked out in bed and it’s impossible to wake him up. he’s awake most nights though, he has to be extremely exhausted to sleep at night. he says he functions better at night, which you can confirm is true.

. O. Open , { When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly? }

— kai acts like he’s an open book, but he’s the most secretive soul ever. he would start to reveal things about himself gradually in your relationship, also, he wouldn’t really speak about his past unless you ask. he definitely tries to say everything at once but ends up a sobbing mess before he could finish his words. he tries his hardest not to be cryptic around you, but it’s a force of habit. he’s not, but you have to be patient.

P. Patience , { How easily angered are they? }

— we all know that kai has zero patience whatsoever. he needs everything done and done quickly. people call him aggravating and immature for that trait, but in reality he’s just anxious. he worries that if things are not done rapidly, the they never will be done. he’s trying to be more patient and you’re helping, but he can’t help but feel the need to fasten the pace of everything.

. Q. Quizzes , { How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything? }

— when it comes to memory, kai can remember most things. if you mention something in passing, he’ll remember a little bit but not the finer details. he most certainly doesn’t forget everything, he remembers finer details about you but the little things that you say without mentioning their importance, he tends to forget.

. R. Remember , { What is their favorite moment in your relationship? }

— probably the first time you broke down his walls. you two were standing on the railing of the bounty in comfortable silence. this was after you two established your feelings for each other but decided to take the dating step after your current mission. you were simply speaking and kai felt a sudden urge to spill out every single detail about his life. hearing you speak brought him peace. he didn’t let you know how much he realised he can be soft around you, but you knew, and he knew that you knew, you both simply choose to stay in blissful ignorance.

. S. Security , { How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected? }

— oh, he’s the most protective motherfucker you’ll ever meet, but he most definitely knows how capable you are of protecting yourself and that you don’t necessarily need his protection, but he always let’s you know that he’ll be ready to jump into action whenever you need. just like you, he doesn’t need protection that much, but moments happen when he does and he feels enormous joy when it’s you that protected him. both your guys’s protection is portrayed by the usual mention of being for the other whenever they need.

. T. Try , { How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks? }

— kai is putting his blood, sweat and tears into his and yours relationship. he adores overly fancy dated just to have an excuse to look overly put-together. like mentioned before, his love language is giving gifts, kai knows how much you truly don’t care about the value of a gift, but during anniversaries he makes sure to get you something of value. everyday gifts consist of simple things like getting you coffee or simply handing you the charger. to put it short, he just enjoys doing things for you.

. U. Ugly , { What would be some bad habits of theirs? }

— definitely his short temper. he doesn’t get angry at you but sometimes harsh words slip out of his mouth unconsciously. since you knew him long before you started dating, you know how to differentiate when he means his words and when he simply let his unsolved anger issues take control.

. V. Vanity , { How concerned are they with their looks? }

— this is kai, he’s always concerned for his looks. he needs to be looking good whenever he goes. originally, he did it for the pure confident he felt, but now, he goes out of his way to look good just to hear you compliment him. once, he was walking around the monastery with his hair un-gelled. his light brown hair fell on his face and moved gracefully in the wind, "you look pretty with your hair down." and ever since then, kai has slowly started to dial down his hair gel usage.

. W. Whole , { Would they feel incomplete without you? }

— yes and no. no in a sense that he’s been independent his whole life and is serene with the fact of being alone. yes in the sense that when kai falls in love, he falls head first and is unable to get up, so he might be able to distract himself from the fact that you’re not around but once he’s alone with his thoughts, he’ll feel off. that’s why when you’re not around, kai is always busy.

. X. eXtra , { A random headcanon for them. }

— kai likes overly hot foods. hot cheetos, spicy noodles, etc. if you happen to also like spicy foods, then be ready for random trips to convenience stores at three in the morning to eat spicy noodles. if you don’t like spicy food, then just simply to weary of the fact that his room would be filled with hot cheetos packs.

. Y. Yuck , { What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner? }

— in general, kai despises sweets and sugary foods and drinks. he’ll occasionally eat them if it’s a cake in a birthday party or a gift, but he’ll never go out of his way to get sugary stuff for himself. in a partner, kai would dislike someone who wouldn’t be patient with him. he needs someone who would be able to take in his ugly, not only his good aspects. he needs someone who would be able to be on his level of caring, or else it just wouldn’t work.

. Z. Zzz , { What is a sleep habits of theirs? }

— kai needs a blanket. even if it’s in summer and his body heat is already up, he desperately needs to be covered in a blanket to go to bed. another thing, is that he needs to have water next to him because he randomly wakes up and he needs to drink water to be able to sleep again.

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rebelliousstories · 7 months

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Hearts of Sea Stone

Relationship: Sean Renard x Reader, Nick Burkhardt x Reader(Platonic)

Fandom: Grimm

Request: No

Warnings: Brief Strong Language, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 6,629

Main Masterlist: Here

Grimm Masterlist: Here

Part 1: Tidal Wave // Part 3: Lost to the Sea

Summary: Caught in a net of mysteries, Nick Burkhardt has to find what is the truth, and what is false.

“So I shall die," said the little mermaid, "and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun. Is there anything I can do to win an immortal soul?”

“Are you certain that was his name?” Nick felt bad for shaking the startled woman but he needed to be sure that he had heard her correctly.

“Of course I am,” she defended, “I’d sooner die than forget his name.” She looked incensed at the hidden accusation in the detective’s tone.

“Alright. I believe you but you need to come with me, and trust me.” And with that, the unlikely duo were off to go inside the precinct. Uniformed officers milled about, but not as many as there were during the day when he was usually here.

Nick could feel his breathing pick up but he did not know why. Why was he nervous about having this Tödlicheslied inside the office where his captain with the same name and same face as her supposedly dead lover might be? There was a light on in his captain’s office and felt a bit conflicted. Does he rip the bandaid off, or is there a way he can ease her into this?

“Nick?” She called softly, drawing him back into the present. He noticed that they had stopped in the threshold of the specific room where his desk was located. Letting out a sharp breath from his lips, the detective nodded and tried to get himself back in the game.

“Sorry. Um, my desk is just over here.” He stole a glance to the private office, and saw the blinds were open. Burkhardt set the woman in Hank’s chair with her back facing the captain’s line of sight and sat down in his own chair. Clicking his computer awake, Nick tried hard to keep his eyes on the screen and on the woman.

“So what is the name of the hotel you’re in?” His question sounded strained, but there was no way for his to stop it.

“It’s the Rose Red hotel on fifth and second.” She replied sweetly and softly, choosing not to draw attention to his tone.

“Okay, got their information. Now this book store. What’s the name?” Trying to wrack her brain for an answer, Nick casts his eyes over to the captain’s office. It did not appear that he noticed them in this late yet.

“I think it was called ‘Book Nook.’ I’m pretty sure that’s what it was called.” She had calmed down since she first met the Grimm, but being questioned about her whereabouts was enough to make her nervous again. Her hands began to fiddle with her necklaces yet again which drew the man’s attention to them once more.

“Okay. Do you mind if I have that for a moment,” his hand pointed to hers, “the gold one at least.” A shaky breath and a look of panic was all he got in return. Nick held up his hands in a, hopefully, non-threatening manner towards the woman.

“I just want to ask my captain if he knows the man in that photo. He’s been here longer, and may recognize him. Or maybe he remembers seeing a John Doe that looks like him. Please, it’ll be for just a moment.” He watched her battle herself once more and fiddle with the necklaces even more. It took another minute before her hands reached behind her head and unclamped the gold necklace that hung around her throat. Delicately, it was placed in Nick’s awaiting hand, who closed his fingers around it softly.

“Thank you. I’ll be right back.” Standing, he sent the woman another reassuring smile and watched her fiddle with the lessened weight around her neck before walking over to his captain’s office. Three knocks later and a call for him to enter was heard. Nick kept the locket and chain hidden from view at first, wanting to see how this was going to play out.

“Captain.” The detective called, watching him intensely.

“Nick,” a surprised statement came, “I thought you had gone home already.” Sean dropped his pen on his desk and turned his attention to the Grimm before him.

“I wanted to ask you something, but it might be kind of personal.” He started, unsure of how he was going to play this out even this far into it. Renard’s face scrunched in confusion before signaling the younger man to continue. But Nick could only get out the name the young lady at his desk had provided him. Sean’s face drop, and felt his heart grow icy as it fell into his stomach.

“How do you know that name?” He questioned, standing up slowly and maintaining eye contact with Burkhardt.

“So you know her?” He sent back, keeping his tone level and hands closed.

“Nick, I will ask you once more. How do you know that name?” Renard’s voice turned deadly.

“I need to know how you knew her first. Tell me that, and I’ll tell you how I know.” Nick spoke determined. Sean sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face as he thought about what to say next. The captain motioned to the chairs in front of him and his detective followed the movement.

“I was very young, keep that in mind.” He sighed yet again. “The only time I’ve ever truly been in love was with… her.”

“When I moved to Portland, I was lost for a bit. Had no idea what I was going to do exactly and would often find myself at the edge of the Willamette river just thinking.” Sean’s eyes glazed over as he was sucked into his memories.

“One night, I found a woman that was unlike anything I had seen. I heard myths of Tödlicheslied, but never thought I would see one in person. She was scared, rightly so. They don’t go near humanity except to feed. Eventually she was able to calm down enough that she could become less noticeable.” Nick felt his own hands trace over the locket in his hands.

“We tried to find her family, but it looked like they had abandoned her. Didn’t stop us from trying every full moon after that first month though. I helped her after she accidentally charmed a young man on the street into becoming obsessed with her. It was then I realized I needed to keep her safe, from anything. There are certain tonics that minimize the effect her voice had. A specific cream to keep her skin from drying out in between swims.” Renard leaned back in his chair and acquired a soft small on his face.

“I guess, over time, we fell in love. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. There was a time right after I joined the force, that she waited up for me until 6:30 in the morning the following day. She went to bed at eight, but she waited up because I hadn’t checked in and was so worried that something had happened to me that she left crystals all over our coffee table.” This simple confession piqued Nick’s interest.

“Crystals?” He asked.

“Tödlicheslieden cry crystals on land. It has to do with the oxygen mixing with the chemical make up of the solution. We tried to figure it out when she was still here. But they cry crystals. Anyways,” the captain took a deep breath, “her family did eventually find her. About a year later. There message was clear: she was to return to the sea and her clan, or they would make her do so. They didn’t take kindly to her asking for time to think about her answer.” Another deep breath. Sean’s hand went to his neck, like there was something that was supposed to be there for him to mess with.

“That night, we were on the banks of the Willamette, trying to think about what our plan was. That’s when they jumped us. A couple of her cousins grabbed her and took her below the surface. Her father and brothers, however, stayed on land just long enough to ‘knock some sense into me.’ Their words, not mine. I don’t quite remember what happened after that, they hit me pretty good. Next thing I knew, I was watching an ambulance pull up on my location, and someone was asking my name.” Sean kept rubbing his hand just under the collar of his neck while he spoke.

“What happened to the woman?” Nick questioned softly, trying to keep from doing anything brash or sudden.

“I never knew,” Renard shook his head, “I tried to look out for a sign that she was coming back but nothing. I think at some point I just accepted that she had either truly forgotten me, or had died trying to get back to me. Whichever, I can only hope that she’s happier now.”

“Your hand keeps going to your collar. Is there something that’s supposed to be there?” The captain’s face hardened, as if he was trying to keep himself from becoming too emotional and remain objective. Like this was another investigation.

“We had matching lockets. I got them for us around the one year mark. Her’s was silver, mine was gold. She always looked better in silver than she did in gold.” His eyes glazed over once more, and his voice took on a soft, dream-like quality.

“A necklace like this?” Only then did Burkhardt place the golden chain and locket on his captain’s desk and watched.

Watched for a sign of emotion, of some sort of humanity in the man. It took a minute, but as Sean Renard came out of his thoughts to observe the object on his desk. A breath was punched out from the chest of the older man as he gingerly picked up the chain. He gasped in disbelief and tried to find the words to voice his thoughts, but none came to mind. In all the languages he knew or was fluent in, there were no words to describe the feeling of seeing the necklace in almost twenty years.

“Where did you find this?” Sean choked out, feeling his throat close.

“I need to know something first. Would she ever commit murder?” A humorless chuckle puffed out from the captain’s lungs.

“No. Never. When she lived with me, she went completely vegetarian, and was super careful about using her voice. Especially if she didn’t have the dampening tonic.” Both sets eyes stayed locked on the flash of gold.

“Okay. Is it possible that she could have been living her the entire time, trying to find you and never did?” Sean blinked, and leveled Nick with a look he had never seen before.

“Excuse me?” The captain growled, but the detective was unfazed.

“Captain, I’m pretty sure that I found her.” Renard said nothing. Not a word. But instead, he turned back to the locket and clicked it open. Photos he never thought he would see again, stared up at him. Black and white images of him happy that almost felt like a lifetime ago.

“Where is she?” Sean was sure that he was going to cry if he did not see the woman after all this.

“She’s out at my desk,” Renard stood with a fury, “wait!” Nick shouted at the taller man.

“Just, be careful. I’m still checking out her alibi for the drownings.”

“There is no way that she could have done this. Now if you will excuse me.” With that, Sean left the office in a blaze. The gold necklace in his hand felt like lead the closer he got to the woman who was still sat in Hank’s chair, beside Nick’s desk. The Grimm watched from the threshold of the office as the scene unfurled.

Calculated steps moved the man closer and closer to her. The same woman he had not seen in almost two decades. Her hair was shorter than it was back then. But her skin was no less as luminous, even underneath the precinct lights. Sean felt his hands begin to clam, and his throat tighten even more than before. There was no less than five feet between the pair, and yet, he made no move to call for her. As if he did, she would be gone just like how she disappeared every time from his dreams. Nick watched with keen eyes, and cleared his throat loud enough to catch attention. Renard turned to face his subordinate, and was drawn away when a gasp was heard from behind his head now.

Turning back, Sean watched tears gather in her eyes. He felt his own breath get pulled from his chest, and it appeared that she was suffering from the same breathlessness. Before he realized it, he was whispering her name, hoping that she was truly there.

“Sean? Is that really you?” Her whimper made the man’s heart burst in his chest.

“Yes. It’s me.” He whispered back at her. In all of about three seconds, the woman had thrown herself into his chest, and sighed as his arms wrapped tightly around her.

“You’re alive! I can’t believe you’re alive.” The words were slightly muffled into Sean’s chest, but neither one could find it in their hearts to care too much.

“Oui, mon siréne. I’m alive. And you’re here, on land.” One hand stayed on her back, keeping her pressed as closely as she possibly could. While the other one, traveled to pet the top of her head, and lay a kiss in the wake of his hand.

“Of course I am. I tried so hard to find you. Couldn’t exactly do that from the water now could I?” She teased, and was rewarded with another squeeze and kiss to her head. Pushing her lover away, the naiad looked at him in his eyes once more.

“I don’t understand though,” she began feeling her lashes become wet with unshed tears, “I thought you had died? They gave me your-” she cut her own words off. The necklace was resting against her head, still captured in Sean’s hand.

“No. No. Do you honestly think that it will only take a beating to kill me? Come now, mon siréne.” The hand on her head moved to cradle her face. Shockingly cool metal graced her cheeks from where the necklace was tanged in his fingers.

“I tried so hard to come back. But when I did I was… captured. It’s the only reason I don’t have my family trying to get to me now.” Her whispers were meant only for Sean, and this admission made his skin prickle.

“Captured? By who? I need the name.” He stated, ripe with a protective and possessive energy.

“Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.” She reassured him.

“Here.” Her hands reached up and took the gold chain from his fingers. She took apart the clasp mechanism and placed it around the man’s throat before securing it once more. The weight was something Sean had almost forgotten about, but now that it was back, he felt like there was no time that had passed since they tore it from his neck.

“I hate to break up the reunion,” it was only then that the couple realized that Nick was still there amongst them. “But, you can go back if you would like. I’ll call if I have any updates or any more questions.”

“Captain, you may want to take the night off.” He offered gently, watching Sean and his lady take in his words.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t move. I’ll return shortly.” Renard all but ran back to his office to close down for the night.

“How did you know?” She questioned softly to the Grimm before her. He turned his head from his captain to the woman and acquired a soft smile.

“The picture frame in your dressing room. I realize that the photo is almost twenty years old, but it looked too similar to Sean not to be him. Plus, when you told me his name, I had more conformation.” Nick explained, watching as she accepted the explanation. Eventually, her tears became too great for her to keep them in, and fat droplets rolled down her face. As the water ran off her face, crystals seemed to form as if by magic mid way through the air. She tried to catch them, but was blinded by more crystals, leaving Nick to help catch them instead.

“Are you okay?” Sean’s voice rang out. His tone was concerned, as he ran back over and help to catch the crystals as well. A tissue appeared in his hand and he began to dab away the water from her face.

“I’m sorry for that. Yes, I’m okay. Just been an emotional night I guess.” She held her hands out, and Nick followed his captain’s lead as he passed back the stones. Her hands pulled a bag from her coat pocket, and the crystals disappeared from view.

“Do you always keep those stones with you?” The young Grimm asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “these used to be used for potency in different kinds of spells, and potions. If anyone got a hold of them, who knows what they could be used for.” While she dismissed the words, Nick certainly did not.

“Is it possible that someone did get a hold of these without your knowledge?” He asked, watching the young woman think hard about her answer.

“If someone did, it would have to be someone on my staff. Very few people have access to my dressing room where I keep them for that reason.” Sean wrapped his arm around his lady, and kept his eyes on her.

“Well, you two head home. I’ll let you know what I find out.” He did not need another invitation; Renard bid the detective goodnight and walked the young lady out of the precinct. She giggled as he nearly tripped over himself getting her over to the car.

The ride to Sean’s condo was spent in silence. Not because they could not find the words, but rather there were simply too many words that needed to pass between them. With his left hand on the steering wheel, and his right hand on her thigh, Sean’s self-control was tested to an unbelievable level as he tried not to speed. Meanwhile, she had her hands both on his hand and thought about how close they had been all this time, yet neither one knew it.

Parking, and walking through the front door passed in a blur. Neither one could believe that they were actually with the other as they walked up the stairs to the condo. Opening the door, Sean allowed her a moment to look around before he tugged her back to him. He pushed her against the door with a gentle shove, and slotted their bodies together as he captured her lips in his. Her hands came up to scratch through his short hair, and found purchase on the broad shoulders she once knew so very well.

There were so many thoughts running around both of their heads. Years that they have lost together and now being able to spend them together. They could never recover all those years alone, but they could certainly make up for it now. She decided to deepen their kiss, allowing her tongue to run over the seam of his lips. Sean returned in kind by picking her up and walking towards his bedroom. He did not need to be able to see where he was going, only needed to know that his siren was back in his arms.

His siren. A title she had never lost, yet it seemed like a distant memory of holding it. Renard tossed her on the bed where she landed with a giggle, but he did not waste any time in climbing back on top of her. Reconnecting their lips, he allowed his hands to trace over the familiar curves and markings that he knew so well. Muscle memory trailed his hand down the left side of her neck, where she jerked away as if she had been burned. A look of panic mauled her features, causing Sean to lean away just enough to give her some space.

“Siréne? What happened? What did I do?” He asked, quickly trying to find an answer. That used to be her favorite spot for him to caress as it caused full body shocks to course through her.

“No, darling. You did nothing. It’s just I…” her sentence trailed off as she stared into space. Renard leaned back on his haunches fully and grasped her hands to pull her up.

“Would you like to get ready for bed? You can tell me if you would like.” Sean’s offer came. She nodded, unable to form words right at that moment. He slipped off the bed and knelt down to where her feet rested. Gently, as if she was made of porcelain, he undid the buckles holding her shoes on and pressed a soft kiss to her calves when he was done.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything proper to take off your makeup.” He commented as he pulled her to the bathroom. She just shrugged in acceptance and allowed her lover to continue. Sean lathered up his face wash, and rubbed her face in gentle, circular motions. It would not be the best, but it would have to do until he could get her something’s to leave over there. Wetting a cotton ball, he took just a tad bit of cleanser and rubbed it over her eyes, dissolving and wiping away her makeup.

“When I was captured,” she finally spoke after he wiped away the cleanser, “I was captured by a Grimm.” Her admittance stopped Renard from applying the toner to the cotton pad. He turned to her in a look of concern and anger.

“After I escaped the clan, I came upon the Willamette once more and tried to change back. But I got caught in a net. When I was pulled from the water, a Grimm stared me down. He wanted to study me, study my scales, crystals. Anything, since there isn’t much known about Tödlicheslied in the Grimm or wesen world.” Soft cotton swiped across her skin, allowing the toner to sink in. Sean used the time it was going to take her skincare to sink in to do his at the sink. Always keeping an ear out for her soft words.

“He kept me in my woge state with drugs. It wasn’t fun,” Renard felt his blood boil, “one of the things he did was take my scales.” She pulled down the top of her dress enough that he could see a scar in the crook where her shoulder met her neck. Allowing herself to partially woge out, Sean saw the dull patch where the scar was amongst all of her glittering scales that had yet to breech the surface.

“He left the locks undone one night, so I tried to run,” her dress was pulled back in place as Sean placed the moisturizer on her face and neck. “I didn’t get far, but I was able to scratch his pretty good since I had yet to come out of that state. He drowned in the Willamette, unable to fight back because of his blood loss. I don’t know if they ever found his body though. Anything and everything he had on me, I destroyed. I couldn’t risk being found out, by Grimm or by wesen.” Sean kept quiet while he placed eye cream on both of them.

“When my clan caught up to me again, they disowned me. According to them, I allowed myself to be captured and studied. I allowed that man to take my scales. After that, they left me alone. It’s been difficult to even look at that spot some days, let alone have anyone else touch it.” The man pressed a kiss to her forhead, but still said nothing as he went to his closet to fetch something for them both to wear. While he was away, she turned back to the mirror and felt ashamed at the dull patch on her body. Forcing herself to return to her human state, she brushed her fingers barely over the scar.

“I don’t much mind.” Sean’s voice startled her out of her thoughts. Turning, she saw he held two sets of silk pajamas in his hands. Setting them down on the counter around the sink, his hands gently maneuvered her to stare at herself in the mirror. Strong yet soft hands slid the jacket from her shoulders, and the zipper from her dress. Curling calloused hands around her shoulder, Renard took things very slow, and allowed for her to stop him at any point.

But she did not. She just allowed him to take care of her, like he used to do all those years ago. It felt nice to have him here again, making sure she was taken care of. She had not felt like this in years, it almost felt foreign. Spending so long on her own, could she allow him to fall back into their routine they had established years ago? He placed his hands on her now exposed waist, and dropped his head onto the top of her shoulder. His head moved up and down in a comforting manner, and he trailed his nose close to the scar. Her breath hitched in her throat, feeling him so close to a spot she tried to forget about.

Sean nosed closer and closer to that spot, but kept a keen watch on her body language. While she was tense, she had not pushed him away as he narrowed in on the scar. The second he laid a gentle kiss on it, she felt like collapsing. He pressed yet another kiss, this one more prevalent in pressure, and her eyes shed crystallized tears. They landed in the sink, but neither on of them cared too much for where they ended up.

“It’s alright, mon siréne. This doesn’t make me love you any less. You had no choice,” his words brought more tears to her eyes. “It’s not your fault.”

Oh. That made her heart and head hurt. She did not realize how much she needed to hear those words come from him until just then. Another tissue was used to catch her tears, but she just stood there. Her body refused to move on its own accord, which was probably just the overwhelming emotions she had felt this evening.

Sean reached around and helped to work his lover into his pajamas. A sky blue with navy trim adorned her body, and looked so adorably oversized. His own black and gold set waited as he made sure she was taken care of first. Leading her back into the bedroom, he tucked her underneath his silk sheets and pressed a kiss to her head.

“I’ll be right back. Stay there.” She nodded, and watched him disappear back into the bathroom. It was truly only a moment before Sean returned to his lover who was still turned towards where he had left to. Crawling underneath the covers, Renard opened his arms and allowed the woman to find her place in them. She placed her head on his chest and felt the beating heart reassure her underneath her cheek. It was just like that, the couple drifted off to sleep. Hoping that they would not wake from this most amazing dream they had.

A shrill ringing sound awoke the man early in the morning. Blindly reaching over with one arm, he tried to find the source and got rid of it. His right arm was caught around his lover. However, the shrill sound started once more prompting him to react to the sound of his phone going off.

“Renard.” He answered unenthusiastically. The woman had yet to so much as stir though.

“Captain, it’s Burkhardt. We’ve got another body. Drowned in the Willamette with an aquamarine stone in hand.” His attention was solely focused on the phone now. Sean sat up and tried to keep the lady asleep but it did not help. She was awake the second he moved, and rested her head back on his; this time it rested on his lap.

“I’ll be right in. See you in thirty.” Without giving his detective a chance to respond, he hung up his phone and breathed out a deep sigh.

“Duty calls?” Her voice drifted into his thoughts from below him. Renard gazed down at her, and smiled as she cuddled into his thigh. His hand pet through her head as he nodded.

“Unfortunately. But, I’ll make you some breakfast and drop you off wherever you need to be before going in.” Yet again, they fell into the same routine they had years ago like no time had passed. She dressed in her outfit from last night, but allowed Sean to place her shoes back on. It was the one thing that he always insisted that she let him do when it came to dressing. As she washed her face, Renard went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, a cup of tea, and begin breakfast. But looking at the clock on his counter, he cursed lightly. Looking around the cupboards, he found some muffins that had been given to him by a very gracious neighbor a couple of days ago.

Fresh faced, and dressed, Sean felt his breath get taken out from his body once more. It reminded him of when they were young, and she would stay at home and wait for him to get back.

“We don’t have the time to make breakfast, but I do have your tea. We have to go though, I’m afraid.” He handed her a thermos, placed his coffee in another one, and grabbed a couple of muffins from the box.

The couple made their way out the door and down the stairs of the condo. Hand in hand, down to the car that awaited them in the garage. Sean opened her door, and let her get in and secured first, before rounding and doing the same for himself.

“Where do you need to be?” The man started the car and began to drive away from his home.

“There’s a club on the corner of fifth and second that I’m preforming at. There’s a hotel near that I’m staying at. I’ll need to double check my dressing room and then I’ll be going to my hotel.” Sean nodded, and draped his hand over to rest on her thigh. Lacing their hands together, she took a sip from the warm beverage container in hand and made a pleasant hum.

“This is my favorite tea. You still have some?” She questioned happily, taking another sip. Renard chuckled and squeezed her thigh.

“Of course I remembered. Whenever I am upset, I would make a cup of that and be transported back. It has never failed me in all these years.” He spared a glance before returning to the road, and loved the look she had. All too soon, the drive was over as they pulled over to the club where she was preforming.

“Would you like me to wait? I can drop you off at your hotel afterwards.” Sean offered, but she shook her head.

“I’ll be alright. It’s just right across the road and you have to get to work. I appreciate it though.” Her seatbelt was unbuckled, and she turned in her seat to face the man. Cradling his face in her hands, she laid a loving kiss on his lips, to which he returned. But before it could become anything more, she pulled away, causing Sean to groan.

“Later.” She giggled, and slipped out of the car and back into the club. The police captain strangely felt like calling out sick for work, but thought against it. He knew where she was staying. He would be getting her again. Sean watched her until he knew that she had made it safely inside before speeding off towards the crime scene that he was called in on.

“Our victim is a Jessie Batey. He was an accountant for a local charity organization. Same circumstances as before.” Nick explained, watching his captain step out onto the crime scene.

“Do we know how any of these victims were connected?” Sean inquired, watching the commotion around the scene.

“They all went to a Sirena show the night before their death.” Nick stated, and watched as Renard whipped his head around.

“Now we’ve already cleared her. But someone is using her shows as a hunting ground. We need to know why.” The detective explained as he watched the body closely.

“Yeah. We do. Let’s find it out and fast.” Sean walked back to the edge of the water to look closer over the scene, hoping to find something that he could use, but came up short. He did not know what he was missing, but it was really starting to bug him.

Stepping inside the club with her spare key, she knew that no one would be around quite yet. It was still pretty early in the day. Everything was still packed away from the night before, and her door appeared to her shortly. However when she tried the door, it was unlocked. That greatly confused her. She was sure that she had locked it last night when she left with the detective and blutbad.

Continuing inside, she took a quick surveillance of her room and rushed inside. Someone took the crystals from the bowl. No one on her staff for the staff here that would have a key to this place would do this. So why were they gone? Crouching, she looked around, hoping that she had just spilled them, but to no such avail.

There was a slight shift of fabric she heard that caught her attention. Her head shot up and her body followed as she watched a young man, no older than twenty-five stepped out from her dressing corner.

“Hello Sirena. I’ve been waiting for you.” He breathed out, apparently taken aback from being this close to the naiad. She was confused and said nothing out of shock.

“Oh,” he suddenly remembered something, “thank you for the gifts. I greatly appreciate it.” His hands dug around his pockets, and procured a small baggie that held the missing crystals in them.

“You stole my crystals?” Before she could have constructed a better response, the worlds stumbled out.

“No,” his face scrunched up, “I didn’t steal anything. You left them for me. You left them out so that I would know. It’s okay. I get it now.” He stepped closer to the young lady, but for every step he took forward, she took one back.

“I tried to get your attention before but it didn’t seem to be getting through. I thought certainly this latest attempt would get to you but that didn’t seem to do the trick.” With her back against the vanity table, she had very few places that she could go. Not even the door to the room was close enough that she could close the distance in time.

“You- you’re the one committing those murders? Why? I have never and will never want that for anyone to do on my behalf.” Her voice was raising in panic.

“But you would have never noticed me, or acknowledged our connection otherwise.” With no where to turn, she just had to accept him getting closer. Unlike with Sean, his touch made her cringe and turn away. This angered the man, which is when he grabbed her arms roughly and shook her.

“Why do you continue to deny me? I love you! I did this for you! And you act like you never tempted me, never showed me you loved me!” He screamed and yelled at her. Her cringing infuriated him further.

“You’re lucky we can’t do this yet. The moon will be full tonight, and then we can be together forever.” She could feel her heart beat out of her chest, and the fear freeze her blood. What he did not know, was that there was a phone on in her pocket. The volume was kept low so as to not alert him, but that was all she needed. She just needed someone to hear what she was hearing.

Sitting at his desk, with his head bowed over paper work, Sean tried to keep his mind on the cases that he had. All the press that these drownings were getting, and the media feeling to name him “The Willamette Crystal Drowner” did not help either. Hearing the shrill ring of his phone, he answered it when he saw her name pop up. He did not even know when she put her name in his phone, probably when he was getting ready for the day, but he was glad she did.

“Bonjour, Mon siréne. How are you?” Yet, there was no answer. The sound of rustling was all that greeted him.

“Siréne? Are you there?” He called yet again but no response. Sean was about to hang up and chalk it up to an accidental dial when he heard it.

“Oh, thank you for the gifts. I greatly appreciate it.” A man’s voice was heard faintly on the other end of the line.

“Darling?” But his call went unanswered.

“You stole my crystals?” Renard felt his breath speed up, but tried to calm himself down.

The more he listened, the angrier Sean got. Hearing the fear in his lover’s voice sent him into a fury that was kept underneath his calm and collected exterior. Picking up the landline in his office, he phoned the technical department.

“I need a location on a number, and I need it now.” He stated, in no mood to play any sort of games. Rattling off the number that the woman was calling him from, Sean felt the anxiety flow through him as he had to wait.

“It’s at a club on the corner of fifth and second, sir.” Mumbling a quick thank you, Renard hung up on the landline and grabbed his coat from his seat. Keeping the phone pressed to his ear, he tried to listen and make sure that she was okay.

“You’ve were hanging around that police captain last night and today. Why?” The masculine voice questioned. Storming out of the office, he barely caught that Nick and Hank were saying something to him before he left.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She whimpered. Sean heard her throat tightening and hoped that he was not going to be too late.

“Yes! Yes, you do.” The man shouted. There was a clash of something being disturbed, and she let out a yelp.

“No matter. I’ll just make sure that he won’t bother us again.” Renard’s phone was pressed so hard into his cheek that he was afraid he was going to break it.

“Please, please don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt him.” Her begs made the man that was with her chuckle.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not stupid enough to take out a police captain. However, I will guarantee that he won’t have you.” A sharp yell from her was broken by a thud, and then, silence. It was too quiet. Sean screamed her name, but received no reply. Footsteps got closer to the phone, some more rustling, and he heard his voice clearly.

“If you know what is good for her, you won’t contact her again captain Renard.”

The line went dead.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Celebrate

TW: smut. Fluff. Language.

SUMMARY: Trevor makes your birthday one to remember.

WORD COUNT: 1700

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@rafecameronzwhore asked

OK IK U JUST GOT BACK AND I FEEL REALLY GUILTY ASKING THIS BUT…

Rafe and Trevor birthday fanfic (2 separate fanfics) bc my b day is in April (17th) and idk how long it takes you to make a fanfic so I'm requesting it early.

Request: can you make it fluff and smut so like in the morning there all sweet with gifts and lots of kisses and extra love but at night they show you how much the love you iykyk (😉 😉 😉).

Celebrate

You weren't much of a fan of your birthday as if the last few weeks were any indication, you would be spending it alone. Your boyfriend seemed to make every excuse to not be at your side, taking any and every shift to keep busy. A handful of arguments and you appeared to pass more like ships in the night than the loving duo you'd become since the conception of your relationship. And to make matters worse, you woke up to find the bed empty yet again. Not even able to find his warmth before he had decidedly forgotten about your birthday as he took another early shift.

Coffee. At least you had coffee. You had every intention of downing the bitter condition in swift gulps to prepare for the lackluster day ahead. But as you came out of the bedroom of the apartment, you stilled in disbelief.

"Shit!" Trevor exclaimed as a balloon popped once he gave it too much air. But it was one loss in contrast to the countless ones that filled the space. Something that must have taken hours. Something that would have been the excuse as to why you came home to find him making an excuse of another late shift he needed to sneak out for.

"Trev…" You couldn't even bring yourself to do anything but bury your face in your hands as he was quick to pull you against him.

"Hey hey hey…what is it?"

"I thought you…forgot or didn't…didn't care…"

"Are you kidding?!" He scoffed. "It's the one day of the year I get to make it about you and you can't protest…come on…" He led you to the table, where a handful of gifts were left. Despite the quick wrapping job done with newspapers and thin strips of tape used to make it stretch, he found a way to adorn everything with his care.

"Open the small one first, I'll make your coffee." He kissed your head as you pulled it to view. The first gift was a small necklace, perfectly dainty, hanging from a silver chain. The smile on your face was well worth the shifts he'd taken to pay for it instead of having stolen it, which was more tempting as he could spend more time in bed with you.

"Now that one…" He pointed to the gift on the far left, setting the coffee beside you and pulling up a chair at your side. You opened up the wrapping to find a stack of vinyls you'd been in search of since you started dating.

"Where did you even…"

"I know a girl…" your brow raised.

"Just a friend…" he nodded to the final gift.

"Now don't give me shit about it, okay…I just-" Before he could fumble further, your eyes watered at the thought put into it. A small photo album. But the slots were filled with destinations.

The Eiffel tower. The Colosseum. The statue of Jesus in Rio. Pictures and notes made by each one. "Ravaging each other in Rio.", "Getting cuddly at the Colosseum," You chuckled at his choice of words, finding it hard to imagine him actually saying them out loud. But now, you had them in writing.

"I might not be able to take you there this year…but I promise, you'll get to see those places one day." He took both of your hands and carried them to his lips, almost as if he was trying to warm them.

"I promise, baby." Your eyes met for only a second before you climbed over his lap in a straddle.

"Whoa, I was gonna make you pancakes with that little face with whipped cream…even got the flavored kind you like-" Your lips fell to his jaw and into his ear, where he dug his nails into your hips as you continued your endeavors.

"I love you, Trevor…" You whispered into his ear, feeling him smirk as he led you closer against him.

"I love you, baby…"

"I want you to show me…"

"Yeah?" You nodded.

"Consider it my birthday wish…" You bit your bottom lip as he lifted you onto the table, standing between your legs. His hands were soft to divide your thighs wider as he grinned to the brush his thumbs made at your core.

"Tell me what you want…I want to give you exactly what you want, birthday girl." He kissed you sweetly as you could only nod.

"My fingers?"

"Please-" You gasped as he was quick to accommodate. Your panties ruined by the second lap made by his touch around your clit.

"So wet…" He spoke to himself with pride.

"Should have gotten you panties instead…" He smirked as your eyes rolled. His humor was replaced with focus as he parted your panties to the side and pressed one finger inside.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!" A second made you shudder.

"That okay, baby?"

"More than!" You groaned, the heel of his palm at your clit as he made slow work of your inner walls, bending to the perfect degree to tease you.

"Fuck!" You rode into his hand. "I love your fingers!" You winced as he nodded.

"I can feel just how much with how hard you're clenching around me…shit…" He moaned to the way you clawed into his wrist.

"Ride it baby…until you're dripping for me…"

"I am! Please Trevor!"

"Just ask. Whatever you want, it's yours…"

"Your mouth." He smirked but didn't take you here. Instead, he pulled you to the ledge of the table, flipping you onto your stomach, and spreading your cheeks.

"Sorry baby, I'm greedy." He slapped your ass and began lapping at you from behind. The sounds that should have made you blush only motivated the motion of your hips against him. A selection of slaps to your ass were made in the precision of his tongue to your clit so you would be riding that talented muscle when your body leveled back in place.

"Jesus!" You whimpered, legs trembling as Trevor kicked your legs wider apart.

"Come for me. Come for me so I can fuck you how you deserve." He slapped your ass again, this time, teasing the separation of your cheeks just to hear that gasp.

"Ah!! Ahhh! Right there!!!" You confessed as his mix of pistoning fingers, slaps, and tongue has you expelling in seconds.

"Come here." He growled as he lifted one of your legs to the surface of the table to make his depth surreal as he dropped his own swears and aligned himself with you.

"Should I give you your age in spankings or orgasms?"

"Oh fuck…" He pushed inside slowly.

"Decide baby or I'll just do both."

"Both!" You moaned as he began to pump.

"One down…" He teased, slapping your ass as you were splayed before him,

"Give me that clit, baby…I'm working on two…" You armed your hips just enough to let his hand rest between your legs, but it was a regrettable mistake. He was vicious, rubbing you as you rode against the ridges of his cock, your body already oversensitive.

"Fuck! FUCK! TREVOR!"

"That's right baby…sing for me…just like that…shit!" He hissed as you rode back into him, the sight of you swallowing him between your thighs was enough to make him buck against you as if he was enraged.

"Slowly…" he corrected,edging you as you gripped onto the edge of the table as it continued to shake beneath you.

"Oh my God…."

"Right there, right baby? That spot right there?" He took hold of your hair until you were dependent on only his grip.

"That's my favorite…because it makes you whimper for me…" You showed the truth behind his narration as his other hand came to your breast.

"And I know you want this…" He twisted your nipples as your body nearly convulsed.

"Give me your second…" He groaned.

"Oh fuck-" You gasped, a silent orgasm reading through you before he pulled you to the kitchen.

"Three…whipped cream…" He added, pulling the container from the fridge as his fingers replaced his cock.

"Might be four if you don't slow down!" You wanted as he bent you towards the sink, watching the marvel of your pleasure across your face.

"I love when you come for me…so fucking beautiful…"

"Give me…" you tore the whipped cream from his hand and dropped to your knees.

"Shouldn't I get a candle?"

"Would you settle to blow me out instead?" He winked, you ignored the pun as he winced to the chill of the whipped cream made on his shaft.

"Slow baby…" but you ravaged him. Cleaning every drop from his thick cock before replacing it and repeating the process until you were nothing but teary eyes and a smirk.

"You got your cream…give me mine." He lifted you around him and took you again. Hard and fast, a third orgasm rivaling the two before.

"Couch-" You managed, half blissed and half brainless.

"The shower. The wall. The bed. We're doing it fucking all…but I gotta come…make me come baby-" You were set over him on the couch.

"Nuh uh…your pussy…" He slapped your ass as you tried for a continued blowjob.

"This is for me…" He led you into a vicious bob over his cock, your thighs already clenching to the way his thumb brushed over your clit.

"Four?"

"Five! Give me two!" Your body screamed against you but you were addicted.

"Fuck…" he grosned, holding your hips locked as he fucked up into you. His mouth was latched to your breast as you came once more, gearing up for an unbelievable fifth before feeling him come undone with your name a growl from his lips.

"You get ten minutes and I'm trying you to the fucking headboard until we get to ten…"

"Then what?"

"Then spending the rest of it in the shower…dirty girl…" he slapped your ass as you teased his cock still wet within you by a rolling of your hips.

"My dirty fucking birthday girl…"

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muffinman1900 · 1 year

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Soukoku (Dazai X Chuuya)

“Your married?!”

I apologise for any spelling or grammatical errors! I am dyslexic and proof reading isn’t my best skill.

(This is 638 words!)

Dazai ran into the office, quite obviously short of breath. He had been running.

“You’re two minutes late Dazai.” Kunikida stated.

“I tried to be on timeeee” Dazai wines in his usual sing song fashion.

“What do you have going on in the morning that’s so important you're late for work.” Kunikida states. It was said as more of a rhetorical question, as he didn’t think Dazai had anything going on, ever.

“Well it’s none of your business.” Dazai was serious this time- and walked away after his statement, leaving Kunikida stunned. He’s never serious about his whereabouts? Actually, come to think of it, the agency didn’t even know where he lived.

The agency didn’t keep a record of postcodes, but the team usually went to each other's houses if they didn’t live in the dorms.

Dazai had a dorm, but if anything he used it for storage, and he went home every evening.

Whatever happened next is unexplained, but it ended with Dazai literally pinned in a corner with no escape, and the entire agency surrounding him. He couldn’t resist now, he had to answer all their questions, and he was feeling quite truthful today. It was too tiresome to keep up the mask all the time.

Kunikida started the questions, “Why are you never free after hours on a Wednesday?”

And Dazai answered truthfully, “It’s my turn to make dinner on Wednesday.”

Silence.

The room was engulfed in silence.

“You have a girlfriend?” Atsushi asked in utter shock.

“Nope, but I do have a husband.”

Even more silence, followed by a single giggle from Ranpo.

“You figured as much I’m guessing, Ranpo?”

“Yes, I never believed your double suicide with a woman thing. I mean yes I bet you want to commit double suicide and all that- but I can’t see a single heterosexual bone in your body.”

“Well done Ranpo! I am in fact married to a man!” Dazai announced to the room as he pulled out a necklace chain from under his shirt collar, at one end there sat a black ring with a single small diamond in the middle.

“Ok then, who are you married to? It’s the only part of the puzzle I can’t figure out.” Ranpo stated, shocking the people around the room, he always figured things out. But there was just too much about Dazai he didn’t know.

“Hehe.. you're not going to like this, especially Kunikida… has anyone ever heard of Double Black?”

Kunikida’s interest was absolutely peaked by the fact that he ‘wouldn’t like it’; he didn’t like a lot of things about Dazai but if he was so sure he wouldn’t be happy with it, it definitely made him question who it was.

“Double black? The duo from the Port Mafia, famed for bringing down an entire ability using organisation over night? People speculate one of the members was Nakahara Chuuya, but had no idea of the other’s possible identity.” Kunikida listed off.

“Didn’t people think that the duo were also lovers? Or was that just me? And they haven’t been spotted recently, although apparently they still do some missions that don’t have any meaning to any organisations in the area?” Ranpo also interjected.

“Yes, that one. Well, it is Nakahara Chuuya, and I’m the other member, surprise!” Dazai said losing confidence half way through his sentence.

Silence filled the room once again.

“We are married. We live together and everything- and to answer your previous question, yes I make dinner on a Wednesday, AND I’m in charge of breakfast every day.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yes I know no one expects me to know how to cook!” Dazai jokes.

“You're married to one of the strongest Port Mafia executives.”

“And yet he’s only strongest when in a duo with me?~” Dazai’s iconic voice comes back slowly with each word.

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harveyguilleniconodelamoda · 5 months

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Artistic Accessories: PansyAss Ceramics

Note: All links in this post lead to sites which include NSFW images.

Spring is here, Pride Month is just around the corner, and Harvey Guillén is accessorizing for the season! Harvey was photographed out and about over the weekend in a pair of necklaces from artistic duo PansyAss Ceramics.

The artists' Instagram also posted two photos of Harvey modeling the necklaces.

But these aren't just a pair of cute accessories (though they are also that)! PansyAss Ceramics is known in Toronto and beyond for its celebration of queer life, love, sex, and culture.

The two artists, Andy Walker and Kris Aaron, have described themselves as "two Toronto boys making your Grandma’s china, favorite knick-knacks and tchotchkes just a little bit more gay!" (Source)

Since 2015, the two have been transforming grandma's good china and favorite tchotchkes into works of art that are proudly queer and quite often feature nudity, sexually explicit imagery, or suggestive wording. (Source)

In addition to their online store, the two have exhibited their art in galleries such as Toronto bookshop Glad Day's Glory Hole Gallery and the DAIS Gallery.

The Candy Heart pendant comes in many color and word variations (my personal favorite is the one that says Yes Homo) and is $99.

The Floral Padlock Choker comes in small and large sizes and also has a few different color and chain variations. Harvey is wearing the small pink variation on a silver chain (which seems to be currently sold out). The small padlock is $99; the larger one is $120.

You can learn more about PansyAss Ceramics at their website.

#harvey guillén #fashion #accessories #queer art #pansyass ceramics #plus size fashion

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ghostcathedrals · 9 months

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sports coach toji ://///

basketball

he's the chill coach; honestly worrisome how chill he is even at crucial times when they're trying to beat the quarter clocks. he's so composed even when the gap is widening (regardless if in favor of toji's team or not) that it's insulting to the other team's coach, as if he's belittling the game itself. like it's a practice game.

sports parents, esp. moms ..... i'm sure you know how they regard toji. single coach who spent a good sum of his money during his divorce court trial. anyway. they love him istg they watch the games both for their kids AND their coach

you're his favorite sports parents lmfaoooo

however, he's NOT chill during practices, especially after losing. now, toji's teams have far more winning streaks than losing, so he's usually stricter at the peak of the streaks or right after one loss. he's got that chill look with a sinisterly strict aura underneath.

"you're not yet good if you can't beat me" ⎯ is way too good it takes several practices for his team to catch up. well, good for him ⎯ two students from the male team, geto and gojo, were able to block his attempt for a two-point shot. AND NO NEPOTISM OK but maki's that grade school team point guard who's able to replicate his signature half-court shot. he got her a pair of basketball shoes for that.

megumi way too good for grade schooler but he also credits his vigor to practice on itadori yuuji.

toji too good there are offers being sent to him with higher pay and larger connections (which do attract him) but he said he'll stay because his son likes his school which is in the basic education of geto and gojo's university

toji likes the way you scream when you cheer and imagines if you'd sound just as loud when he (TOOT) you ;))

football

it's obvious hot under the sun on the field so yes he does take off his coach unform and practices with them with only either a muscle tee or a tank top (yes, i refuse to call it wife-beater). sometimes he forgets to take off his chain necklace even tho it's itchy bc god this man gets lazy at the weirdest times possible

oooooo everyone just loves rerouting to pass by the field (same) and then they'd take pictures so at some point college football got too famous bc of the hot coach

so toji's usually more of a verbal socratic coach. during cooldowns or breaks or warmups he makes sure that his players know how to think for themselves so that even if they're in the zone (which renders them on autopilot and when they're disturbed they lose focus abruptly). he has a way of making them calm down when they know what to do. the same method even helped them with their academics holy shit!

he's lazy when demonstrating but when he does omfg pls kick my face idk. important notes to consider are his agility and flexibility; strong physique in general; and quick thinking. even if he slows down to show them, he's still quick.

he does get frustrated bc we all get crankier when it's hot. he doesn't lash out on his players, he almost never did before, but he does lash out at home when megumi's not around lmfao.

and then one time your kid told you to watch his practice (for this your kid is assigned male at birth), so you did, and then you see his coach and all of a sudden your cute kid always sees you at the bleachers side, front row. parent perks.

the japan national team wants him to be the coach but he's like ..... maybe next time when my son joins your team

omfg if you do get together imagine the way he's flexible and he never gets to drain his stamina because it's overwhelming. i feel bad for you. it will be a tough time. i wouldn't just say in bed, but hehe. he'd fuck you anywhere as long as you say yes.

volleyball

ah yes, toji trained the best spiker-setter duo (that's the coach ukai in him) so now he's graduated two top players in the national team who will, sadly, go to separate teams after an intimacy problem which toji tries to be out of (who knows if the conflict was their breakup after college but ended up as teammates lmfao)

can we talk about how insane his spikes would be strong ones, insulting feints, and ooooo the cross court spike 😍😍 and his wrists!! the trajectory changes caused by his littlest techniques!

Thighs.

you take care of yuuji on behalf of his parents so now you're always seeing him and his very very very special friend and yuuji's equally ecstatic sister ⎯ megumi and nobara respectively. who knew megumi had such a hot father like???

toji being a volleyball player/coach makes a lot of sense ykwim he's got that service ace that no one has ever beaten until toji suddenly retired from playing and started coaching instead

home gym 😍

he's got that vacuum-sealed looking shirt every time he's coaching or at the games specifically. i think they put him on screen often for publicity honestly.

they ask him, "you're one of the best coaches of this generation, and the best graduating players were under your wing. what inspires you to keep being so great at your teaching?" and then he looks at the camera, and grins. "there's someone who watches during practice that divides my attention. i know they're watching right now." and then he winks

said person will not be able to walk the day after the winning games.

#jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #toji #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #toji headcanons

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avidfics · 2 years

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Meeting Vi Part 3 (End)

A/N: I promised @lusynea another part to this story, so here is the final part! Don't need to read the other parts: Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Your worst fear has come true. Vi hasn't contacted you since you kissed a week ago. Now Sevika and Jinx convince you to forget about her and it all comes to a head. (some angst, fluff, teasing but a happy ending)

WC: 4k

“That will be-” hiccup! “$10.” With bleary eyes, you wait for your customer to hand over the money for the cupcakes. Not that the older woman seemed to want the goodies anymore as you stood behind the counter with swollen eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a wavering lip.

Despite your horrid appearance she hands over the money. As she leans over, her necklace peeks through. A slim chain with a teeny picture of her and an elderly man.

“Is that your husband?” your voice croaks, sore from crying.

The woman only gives a faint nod.

Making change for her money your heart tugs. “That’s so sweet.” You didn’t want to cry in front of this grumpy elderly lady, but damn tears were stinging the back of your eyes. “Keep it in, keep it in, you better not cry,” You threatened in your head. But that damn picture kept painfully pulling at your heart.

“Old, wrinkled love is so, so…” your lip trembled as the dam finally broke, “adorable.” Tears streaked down your face as your chest heaved.

“Oh, keep the change!” the women snatches the brown bag and stomps out your bakery.

At any other time, a disgruntled customer would have held more weight, but for the first time in your life you were heartbroken and had zero idea how to deal with the pain.

Your feet drags as you go to your back room and collapse at your desk. It had been a whole week since Vi stormed out of your apartment. The two of you had crossed the line of your friendship and kissed. It was nice. No, a warm bath was nice. That moment was pure bliss straight out of a dream. But just like a dream, it ended. The reality was you didn’t just want sex with Vi - so you told her exactly how you felt. The result? Her getting mad and not speaking to you for a solid week.

Your fears of your friendship ending had been realized. And what had the sexy boxer left you with? A state of sexual frustration and depression. Not a fun combination.

So here you were, huddled alone in your office at the bakery, surrounded by flour and sorrow. Your body shudders at the thought of anyone seeing you in this state.

“I thought I smelled something pathetic.” The low, hard voice has you jumping. You knew that sardonic voice anywhere.

Sevika and Jinx waltz into your back room, looking like the poster for a poorly written cop duo movie, scanning your trainwreck of an office.

Your jaw drops. Jinx always found a way to creep herself into your bakery but Sevika was a whole different story. The women was a walking death machine, and said death machine was biting into one of your cupcakes.

Jinx merrily skips over the scattered baking books laid across the floor. And hops her bum on your desk, swiping away the mountain of used kleenex. “Not to state the obvious, sweet cheeks, but you’re a mess. You can’t let one set of boobs kill your mood.”

Blowing your nose into another kleenex you narrow your eyes at her. “Said “pair of boobs” is your sister, Jinx. And that’s easier said than done. I really cared for that idiot and can’t get her out of my mind.

“How do expect to stop caring when you’ve been sitting here acting miserable.” You jump once again at the sound of Sevika’s voice. She starts eating her second cupcake, but not before looking at the decoration in disgust. “Seriously? Isn’t putting sad faces on these a little on the nose?” she asks before chomping into it.

Normally, you would avoid any conversation with Silco’s number two, but she was ticking you off by eating your cupcakes. “Cut me some slack, I’m trying to get over her.”

Sevika shoots the balled wrapper towards the trash bin, but purposely misses. Her eyes hold a small spark. “Best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

“Not to me.” Jinx sings out. “Best way to get over someone is to bury them under me. Six feet under to be exact.”

You were surrounded by lunatics. “Jinx, just a reminder we are talking about your sister. And secondly, I don’t want to hop in bed just to soothe my heart.”

At the gushy sentiment Sevika groans. “Who the fuck is talking about a heart? Fuck someone else and get your dignity back. The little that you had to begin with because best believe Vi ain’t soothing shit except another girl she’s probably fucking at this very moment.”

You ball a used Kleenex in your hand and dare to glare across the room at the brut. An act that likely skimmed ten years off your life. “Vi wouldn’t do that.” The tears take a back seat to the rage that’s building in the back of your throat.

In a surprise twist, Sevika grins at your sharp look. Walking across the room to you, kicking your scattered cookbooks to the side. “But you don’t know that. Shit, known of us do.” She glances at Jinx, and even she shrugs her shoulders, unsure. “So baby get your sorry ass up, because we have some shots to take.”

A million insecurities raced through your mind but your only reply was, “Baby?”

Sevika scoffs. “As in you’re acting like a sorry crybaby who needs to take a hint.”

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Damn it, I need to grow a backbone. You think as you caught a glimpse of yourself in a passing window. Even though it was nighttime in the Undercity, the streetlights casted enough of a glow for you to see the silhouette of the outfit Jinx’s physically forced you into. Literally.

The only item she allowed for you to pick was your top, which was a slightly see-through black shirt with dramatically long sleeves reaching the tips of your fingers but that’s where the modesty stopped. A deep v collar plunged down the shirt, giving anyone with eyes a slither of cleavage. The cool air licked across your exposed legs since the leather mini skirt Jinx found was more like a bandaid. The only satisfied part of your outfit was your knee high platform boots. Or as Jinx called them “the bitch stompers 1000.”

Unfortunately for your deranged friend, there would be zero stomping tonight because your heart had been stomped on enough. As the two of you walked through the underground club, already moving to the music, you looked around to gauge the crowd but one pink head of head freezes you in your tracks, losing Jinx.

God, the sight had you seeing blood red. Vi was here, looking so hot that the girls in the club were panting like dogs, but what made your fist ball was the scantily clad girl hanging onto Vi as if the two of them were opposing side of magnets.

“Yikes, sis.” Jinx appears right next to you, observing the same debauchery as you. You flinch at the sound of her blowing bubbles with her straw into her drink right next to your ear. “I mean kinda proud she’s such a stud but also ew.”

Jinx’s ramblings are tuned out like static. Here you were mopping in your bakery for the past week, feeling like absolute crap, while Vi was having a blast with the local hoes. And sure, that girl might not have been a certified hoe, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to grab the girl by her cheap extensions and drag her across the dance floor.

Your bitch stomping boots were itching to be used.

“I need a shot.” you mumble, storming away. The bar was a mosh pit of thirsty bodies also needing spirits to forget and you was no were close to getting through. An aggressive elbow whacks against your rib, knocking you backwards. Your eyes widen as the height of your boots leads you tumbling backward.

Two sturdy arms wrap around your midsection, halting your fall.

The immediate relief of not falling on your bum makes you laugh.

“That would’ve been the icing on a terrible day, thank you.” The arms slightly tighten as you tug away to face them. And they remain there as you take in the pink hair and bright eyes.

“Vi.” you breathe, shocked. You were back in Vi’s arms and it was everything your heart needed. It was like for the first time this week you were finally centered, could finally breathe. However, past her shoulder you see the same hoe, waiting for Vi on the dance floor and you yank yourself out of her arms. Scoffing at your bad luck, you storm away.

A hand snatches you back. “Woah, woah babe just wait a second, didn’t you want a drink.” Vi’s carefree grin smiles down at you, making your heart clinch. While the mass of people crushed her closer until the two of you were nearly flushed together, molding your bodies together in a way that makes you bite your lip, incredibly tuned on. Her eyes leave a trail of heat as she blatantly checks you out. “Shit, you look hot as fuck.” She quickly scans the room, eyebrow crinkling. “Who you here with?”

Snatching your hand away, you don’t even attempt to hide the anger in your eyes. “Don’t get familiar, Violet.” Storming away in your boots you raise your hand in the air and flip her off.

Walking away felt as liberating as it did wrong. And now you couldn’t even drown your conflicted feelings in booze thanks to that idiot. Jinx’s obnoxious laughter guides you to over to her high table, joking with some acquainted.

“Hey there tits, I mean toots!”

Ugh. “Jinx, how did you get drunk before I did?”

A hush falls over the group just before two shots of liquor are placed in front of you. “So the crybaby was brave enough to make an appearance.” Grabbing both shots you drown them in two gulps and turn around to see Sevika looming over you. “One of those where for me.”

Your frown at the feel of someone watching you. Scanning the room, Vi’s electric eyes nags your attention. Furious didn’t begin to describe how Vi looked at you from across the room. Her signature scowl etched into her beautiful face, lip curled and body tensed as if ready to stomp over to you. Only when her eyes flicker to Sevika standing close to you do you understand. Vi had the nerve to be jealous even as a floozy hung off of her shoulder.

Batting your eyelashes, you smirk up at Sevika. Placing the empty glasses back in her hands you shrug, too blitz already from the alcohol to be fearful. “Opps, guess you’ll have to go and wait in line for another one.”

Sevika scoffs at the suggestion. “Not likely.” With a snap of her fingers, a waiter magically appears with two tumblers of dark liquor. Handing you yet another drink. Inwardly you shrink away at the thought of tasting the dark liquor but outwardly you graciously accept it. Your touch lingers along her fingers as you take it. Sneaking a glance, Vi is no longer visible through the crowd. The alcohol makes your disappointment apparent.

“Guessing you’re trying to make VI jealous?” One hand lifts up your chin. ”But you just had to ask, Y/N, I’ll never pass up the chance to mess with that idiot.” A small part of you was freaking out because holy shit being this close to Sevika was terrifying. But the alcohol didn’t care that you weren’t interested in her, it only knew that you craved Vi’s touch and at this point in the night, you would find another way to salve that hurt.

You closed your eyes, feeling Sevika bend, close enough to smell the last cigarette she smoked. With a steady inhale and exhale, you feel her ghost over your lips but it’s suddenly yanked away and the sharp sound of glass breaking startles your heart. Your eyes widen at the sight of Vi suddenly standing where Sevika stood, chest heaving and eyes lasered in her, who now stands disorientate a few feet away from you as if she had been shoved.

Well there goes your buzz. Appalled, you question Vi’s sanity for messing with Sevika, but she doesn’t share your self-preserving concern. She turns to you with barely controlled rage. She holds your eyes captive with each step she takes. “Don’t get familiar, Violet?’ So now we’re using government names and acting like I didn’t have you squirming with just my thigh between your legs a week ago?” You flush at the vivid reminder. Each step echoes in your heart, urging your flight or fight. So you take off.

Or you try to take off anyway but Vi clutches you back, pressed hard against the round table. “Stop running away,” she demands.

“Oh, so you can but I can’t?” That outburst wasn’t supposed to escape but the damn alcohol was revealing emotions you hadn’t plan on exploring tonight.

“Didn’t know you cared about that, seeing how you’re here having a grand time.”

“Oh the double standard is despicable.” Sevika sharp laughter reminds you this wasn’t a private conversation.

“Crybaby, is this second-rate boxer causing you problems?” Vi’s jaw clenches but she doesn’t address Sevika’s jab. Instead, nicking the tumbler of alcohol from your hand, she inspects with a turned lip as if it had a bad odor and tosses its contents over her shoulder as if dashing away the bad energy. “You don’t like dark liquor. Here, I got your favorite after you ran off.”

Sevika, already recovered with a new drink, circles Vi from behind. “Maybe she wanted a taste of something different.” That did it. Vi releases you just to charge at Sevika. But no matter how mad you got, you didn’t want Vi fighting one of the cruelest fighters in the Undercity over her own stupid pride. “I’m leaving,” you announce. Drowning everyone’s shots at the table, to their dismay, you march away to the nearest exit, not knowing what Vi would do.

Walking outside, you immediately stumble to the side of the building. Perhaps platform boots and back to back shots weren’t the smartest idea. You’re still stumbling when you notice heavy steps approach you from behind.

Freaking Undercity. You mumble to yourself. Preparing for the assault, you bend over and reach into the side of your boot. When you see their shadow reach out you spin around and press the cool metal to their skin.

Vi’s brilliant eyes sparkle in the streetlights, both hands held up in surrender. “Whoa cupcake, I would be impressed except-“ a finger stretches out to your forehead and shoves at your temple, and that’s enough for your drunken equilibrium to send you crashing into the closest building. “-you’re flat-out drunk.” Walking over, she gives in and pulls you to stand straight up.

“Please tell me you at least had an actual weapon?” Mumbling some profanities, you hold up your ‘weapon’. “Shit babe, a serving knife from your bakery!” You point the knife back at her with narrowed eyes, “Anything’s a weapon if it’s used with enough force.” Vi rolls her eyes hard and said in a flat tone, “I’m shaking in fear. How about you tuck that away and let me carry you somewhere to sober up. Unless you’d rather shank every person who walks behind you.”

You side- eyed her and her lame attempt at chivalry. However, you were too drunk to save face.

Vi tried to hide her smile as you grumbled your acceptance. With uneven steps you walked over, lifted your hands to Vi’s shoulders, only to push her down so you could climb on her back.

The weight and feel of your legs wrapped behind Vi's back bought a wave of nostalgia from your first meeting. Just your close proximity after a week-long fast made Vi want to press you as close as possible. The feel of your warm thighs under her hands as she carried you and the smashing of your boobs against her back made Vi groan. Barely concealed desire had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her only luck tonight was that you couldn’t see how visibly you affected her. Here she was supposed to be taking care of you but all she craved was to carry you into one of these darken alleys, slam you against a building and make you regret exposing so much skin, especially in the presence of that tool, Sevika.

It was a short walk, and you were still drunk for most of it but damn the swirling combination of alcohol, pent up frustration, and the musky smell of Vi casted a horny spell over your head. Giving in to the pull you snuggle against her neck. You missed this closeness like crazy. The long lines of her throat kept you entranced and you wanted to erase the memory of that girl from earlier. Your heart speed as the tip of your nose ghosted up and down her exposed neck.

At the first swipe Vi trips over her own feet. Pretty giggles escapes your lips but you continue. Her smell felt like home and you wanted more. The alcohol gives you the bravery to sniff the base of her throat. Vi steps quicken to a brisk walk. Having too much fun, you don’t notice as she walks into an apartment lobby. You switch and start dragging your lips along her neck. Mixed with open mouth soft kisses. A gutted, “Fuck,” mirrors your feelings as Vi’s warm hands under your thighs squeezes your flesh. But what starts as a punishing grip turns into feverish kneading that racks up your arousal. Without shame, you whimper and unabashedly hoist yourself higher to get better friction. Distantly you realize you're on and off of an elevator and hear keys.

“Warning you cupcake, calm your hotass down.” There was a threat hidden in her words, and you were sick of caring about consequences. Kissing the base of her neck, you dare to sensually lick up her neck, tasting the slight sweat from the late night, and take her earlobe in your wet mouth, softly sucking.

Somewhere a door is slammed shut and keys are thrown against a counter. Vi drops your legs and the startling movement has you dropping like a hot potato to the group. But you don’t have time to feel the pain against your bum because Vi gathers you against a wall, picking you up, you hang on like a koala. Once your legs are once again wrapped around her waist, her hands land several slaps against your ass. “I’m trying to do right for once and tuck your drunk ass to bed,” Vi eyes flash in the slight moonlight peeking through the windows. They zone in on your lips before grabbing hold of your face and devouring your lips as if she was trying to swallow you whole and you were more than eager to return it with equal passion. Gripping her back and kissing her with all the resentment and longing the past week had created.

You don’t register when she starts moving through the dark apartment. Or when she gently sets you on your feet. But when she leans away you start to frown. “Where are you going-“

Cold, heavy water jets from above. “What in the world!” A bright light illuminates the room. Blinking disoriented, you realize you’re standing in a shower. Vi’s stands outside the shower, tight lip smile and eyebrow raised, offering you a towel. “I warned you to calm down.”

You snatch the towel. “So you spray me like a dog and ruin my hair?”

“I wanted to talk,” she shrugs. You kick your boots off, and storm to what you believe to be her room. “Oh so now you want to talk? Which one is it Vi? Because last week you walked out on us when I begged you to talk.” With angry movements, you start stripping your clothes off.

Standing in the door with her arms crossed, eyes tracking your hands as you drag your wet skirt down you legs. You don’t miss the way she’s eye fucking you, even mad. “Babe, I just needed time to sort out my thoughts and feelings.” A silent challenge was raised as you eyed one another, and in response she shrugs her heavy jacket off, tossing it on the bed.

A simple short sleeve button up accentuates her well-defined arms. The first few buttons already opened. You wondered what color bra she was wearing... “Yeah, I can tell how hard you were thinking about your feelings as you grinded against that girl tonight. And don’t call me babe.”

Her eyes darken as she maneuvers closer to as if you both are in the ring. “Sweet so I can’t call you ‘babe’ but that brut, Sevika, can? And what the hell are you doing around her anyway?” Rolling your eyes, you wave that off.

This whole conversation was draining you. One, you were still tipsy so now you felt like crying. Two, having a strained relationship with Vi was the exact scenario you was scared of. And thirdly, you were still wet, cold, and she ruined your hair. Your legs give out and you plop on the edge of her bed, lip quivering, and something lodged in the back of your throat.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Vi scrambles to grab another towel and kneels down between your legs, clasping the towel around your shoulders and actively drying your wet body. “No fair, you know I can’t handle your tears.” Vi’s panicked petting was both funny and sad which made the tears start coming down and words choppy. “Sevika is just an ahole and called me ‘crybaby’ because I was crying over you, stupid.” More tears tracked down your eyes, smearing any eye makeup you had.

“You were crying over me cupcake?” You try to push at her chest but she doesn’t budge, and traps your hand to her warm chest. “As you now know, I suck at this. But I realized this past week, even if I’m bad at this, I’d rather suck at it with you. No more drawing lines. But I gotta know, are you sure you want to put up with this?”

Your tears finally settle down. You press your head against hers and slide your hands underneath her button up shirt. Her breath hitches at your contact but you keep touching her. Pulling the shirt up and over her head. You press kisses against her face. “I want any and every messy part of you I can get.”

That must’ve be what she needed to hear because she yanks you further up on the bed. At some point she had taken you bra off. Your thin wet shirt was still molden to your body. Through the shirt your nipples pebbled hard and Vi was delighted. Her hot mouth contradicted against the cool shirt and the contact felt like heaven. She laved at it like her favorite treat and then enveloped her wet mouth over it, switching to one nipple to the other until all you could do was mewl while clutching her short hair in you hands.

“You sure you want all of me? It’s not pretty and it comes with my crazy little sister.” You roll your eyes at the mention of your crazy friend. You tightly twist her hair, hearing her groan in pain as you drag her face up. “Just stop meeting hoes in the club.” Wincing, she peppers kisses over your face. “Sevika paid that girl to nag me all night.” Vi admits before commencing with her fun, tucking her head under your shirt and playing with your breast, making you forget all about this past miserable week.

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Thank you all who have stuck with this series:)

#vi x reader #arcane x reader #vi arcane #vi x y/n #vi x you #arcane vi x reader

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theholypeanut · 11 months

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HELLO.

I don't know if you can write this but

I want to request a Akashi x Reader thing like like kien hahvahsbs (THIS IS A FIRST TIME U REQUEST FROM YOU)

The reader is Akashi's best friends since children but sadly they went to another country bc of family business and stuff. Years later they found each other and hugged after a long time ongomgogm

Am so sorry if this is such a struggle 😭😭

I love how my blog is technically also about KNB not somehow I never wrote anything only Kuroko no Basket related, and yet my first request is about Akashi who is (in my opinion) one of the hardest character to write about 😭🫶 But love you and I hope you enjoyed it, sorry it took me so long

Gn!reader x Akashi Seijiuro

- You and Akashi did not hit it off right away, it was more of a slowburn when you were kids. At first you felt jealous about how amazing he was in everything he tried just once, but the more you spent time with him, the more you felt sorry for him. It was actually awful to be perfect.

- One day when you were 5, you just told him, that he is amazing, but not only because he is perfect, but he will still be amazing even if he fails from time to time, which felt so off from what he was taught, so he didn’t believe you at first. What do you mean fail? But later on, he somehow felt comforted by your presence just because he knew that, if he ever fails, you won’t judge him for it. And it was a beginning of a very strong friendship.

- For years you and Akashi were the strongest duo know in the school. He would always have your back and everyone knew they cannot say anything bad about you, if they want to live. And Akashi would know that he can always count on you whenever he just needed comfort, even a silent one. You were a ride or die.

- … Until your dad got a job overseas right before middle school. You two were so exciting to go to Teiko together, and now none of you wanted to even say out loud how heartbroken you felt.

- He gave you a necklace to keep, just a simple chain with a jade on it - jade was always associated with emperor, so it naturally reminded you of him. However none of you decided to give any emotional speech. The only words that lingered in between you two was “we will meet again”

- For a year you kept in touch by messages, but the longer you’ve been gone, the less frequent it got. You kept tabs on Teiko’s amazing wins, but you could feel that something changed in Akashi.

- Between second year of middle school till second year of high school, you stopped talking at all and it broke your heart. You still wore the necklace everyday.

- Around beginning of second year of high school, you got a call out of the blue. It was him.

“Hey” you heard a familiar voice. It got a little more deep and rough, but it still brought back so many memories. “I didn’t know if you’ll answer”

You stayed silent for a while. “Of course I would”

After this couple words an awkward silence filled the line. What else could you say? How are you? What were you doing for the past years?

“I’m sorry” he said. You knew Akashi Seijiuro for years and one thing that you probably never heard from him was an apology. And him ordering fast food. “I missed you. I don’t think you would be proud of what person I was in the past years” His voice felt a little weak, for the proud and amazing Akashi Seijiuro you knew.

“Good. It means you are no longer perfect, doesn’t it?” You decided to keep quiet about how sad it made you to not get a single message in the past years.

“Yes. I guess so”

- After this surprising call, you came back to keeping in touch with each other. You were still in high school overseas, but now finally feeling Akashi’s presence in your life, it felt better, fuller. However also quite empty.

- You were having a phone call at least once per month when you talked like nothing changed. He told you that he plans to play basketball after high school, but wants to go to Tokyo University first. And that was the moment you decided what you want to do with your future too.

~ Two years later ~

Waiting for a luggage never felt longer than now. Why the hell did you have to bring this huge suitcase? Maybe carry on would be enough, for a whole damn moving back to Japan?

You noticed that you started sweating uncontrollably. Of course, now, when you really want to smell like this nice expensive perfume, you will stink like a shoe on a hot summer day. Perfect.

When you finally collected proper baggage, you slowly went towards the arrivals gate. It’s been six years when you last saw each other. Six whole years. What if he won’t recognise you anymore? You were playing with the jade on your neck to calm yourself down.

When you went through the door, you started to look around. Somehow in your mind Akashi is still a small boy with red hair, and you could only imagine how much he changed by seeing his pictures in the magazine photos. Would it be embarrassing if you mistake him for someone else? Doubts started to fill your head. And then, in just one moment, they all disappeared when you saw a familiar face in the crowd.

He got tall, extremely handsome, and he looked just so mature. Your eyes met and he smiled lightly. And in that very moment you felt like everything melt inside of you.

You fasten your steps and when it was only meters away, you dropped your suitcase and jumped into his arms. In this moment you were so thankful for all of this years of heavy training he did, because he held you like you weight nothing, and holding you was the most natural thing to do. You pressed your nose to the crook of his neck.

“Hey” you heard his deep voice, just like two years ago in your phone, but this time, it was louder and clearer. “I missed you”

You felt like your eyes started to water up. You moved away a little to look at his face.

“Yeah, I missed you too”

And on one hand you felt like nothing change and no time has passed, but on the other, just in this moment, you felt like everything will change from now on.

#kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #akashi seijuro #akashi seijirou #akashi seijuurou x reader #akashi seijūrō #kuroko no basket headcanons #peanut drabbles

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cup1dt3a · 2 years

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How does the 1st year ob look like? I mean, what outfit/accessories are they wearing?

So basically I am actually working on some concepts for this but here are a few I have came up with. Hope you like them! I didn’t do a full design due to a time limit and art block please forgive me.

Adeuce duo they basically have the markings of their respective card suits on their head. Their markings downward are kind of like helmets too. But they both still have the heart/spade on the corners of their eyes.

With Aces overal design I had wanted it to be like a jerster and soldier like outfit. Because I had loved the traitor Ace theorys and some particular designs of his ob form had stood out to me a lot. But I had taken a lot of inspiration from the card soldiers from Alice in wonderland a lot.

With Deuce I wanted his more delinquent side to show throughout his appearance. Because his delinquent years were a big part in his life. A part that he tries to repress so I just thought what if he hadn’t changed? What if he was just very impulsive and didn’t hold back his tounge on snarky comments like Ace. So I have just been looking for the most grunge and delinquent styles I could find for him. His messy hair was kept since he probably doesn’t care that much for appearances. I had given him chains as his neck mark and to surround him. Because of his gangster persona and as a symbol of the weight of guilt he carries from seeing how upset his poor mother was. Not even bothering to change his ways because he was too deep into it and went “ FUCK GRANDMA!”

Epel like deuce would be a menace. For he must have a lot of built up gender dysphoria and hatred from always being called a girl. Even after constantly stating it to others only for them to still call him girly. So I wanted to give him a very delinquent-y look along with a long cloak since he is obviously inspired by the old lady queen? I forgot the name but anyways I wanted you to convey that through giving him a more intimating and messy look to convey how manly he is. Along with the fact he doesn’t care for his appearance either and is just a messy and chaotic farm boy. His blot markings are very similar to Vil’s but extremely messy and he has splashed markings everywhere on him.

Jack I am not too sure for his reasons of overblotting. Because sure you could have a good supportive family and childhood but still have issues. So I’d say that he maybe overused his powers to a point he had overblotted. But he is an obvious leader of the group due to him always keeping them in check. So I’d see his overblot form showing his animalistic side a lot more. Id keep his little shark tooth? Or fang necklace. But adding more fur onto him for a more animalistic look. Along with his very complex hair being more disheveled to add to his blot form looking very over worked. I’ve added the three scratches on his nose because of Leona.

Sebek… it’s just very obvious that he was bullied as a child for being half human. Due to Briar Valleys rarity of humans being there so he probably would have occasionally been bullied or felt different from the rest of the kids there. This would result in his self hatred. So his adoration for malleus besides his strength and other admirable characteristics would probably also be because he’s living perfection in his eyes. So his human racism would be at its max! But his loyalty to Malleus would still shine throughout his design because of how devoted he is to him. So most of his outfit would contain little accessories similar to malleus but expressed in Sebeks own unique way. Along with his reptilian looks shining through so he would most definitely have many inky and real scales around his face and body. Kinda like freckles for example.

I haven’t gotten his yet due to running out of time but still hopefully you all enjoyed this and are having a good day/ have your day get better! Sincerely Cup1d T3a💕

@simping-on-the-daily Got you some food!

#Overblot #twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #epel felmier #jack howl #sebek zigvolt #First years #Overblot series

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wolfoftheblackflames · 6 months

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Another piece of the fic for you misfits, enjoy!

The Devil and The Innocent: Pt.6

Meanwhile, with Adam and Lute, the two paid a visit to Little Pride's favorite duo. Vox and Valentino. “So tell me, what can we do for you?” The man with the black slicked back hair and pronounced jaw asked as his bald partner with glasses leered at Lute.

Adam smirked, placing a simple bag of coins on the table. “See I want to make an ex soldier of the Exorcist Platoon my little slave. And I know you two are the best at getting that done.” The man grinned.

“You're allowed to do it painfully as well. And we both know you two hate Carmilla Carmine and her little brats.” Lute added not bothered by the creepy look Valentino gave her.

“Oh, it seems like you two are asking us to make Carmilla disappear..” Valentino mused as the Hispanic man grinned evilly.

“More like kidnap and beat the shit out of.” Lute replied with a sadistic grin. “And then that little cunt will have to do anything to get her precious family back.”

“Damn Lute you're going murder hobo on me.” Adam winced knowing that grin. “But yeah, make the Carmine bitches beg and squeal, then our little Vagasaurus will have to accept that she's all mine.” He laughed.

“Consider it done.” Vox chuckled, offering his pale skinned hand. “Thank you for your patronage Mr Dickmaster.”

All four chuckled evilly as now Carmilla had no idea what was coming to her.

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Elsewhere in her home Carmilla leaned against her large chair with a growl. She really hated having to get her hands dirty, but with her instinct being right on nobody willing to help her the taller woman had no choice. “Hold on Vaggie, I'm coming for you.” She growled, grabbing out her more dangerous foot attire.

A knock came to her door as Carmilla got her sharpened hidden blades on. “What the?” She blinked and then she heard a voice.

“Come out seniorità, you don't have a choice in the matter.” Valentino sneered with his many golden tooth goons. The lackeys went straight for the door with a battering ram.

Carmilla moved out of the way snarling. How dare they break into her home?! The Latina growled and slipped out through the back rushing towards Hellfire Forest on foot while being quiet as to not alert the small army.

“Tch Vox isn't going to like this. Oh well those daughters of hers will be back soon too.” Valentino grinned walking away.

Carmilla dashed through the increasingly colder forest. Her chest heaving softly as she tried to find that place. The forest however summoned more of those creepy monsters. “Shit!”

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Back at the Palace, Vaggie was smiling at Charlie who held a box in her big paws. “Here is a gift for you.” She stated handing it to Vaggie.

“You're spoiling me a little too much.” Vaggie replied feeling a little overwhelmed.

“Please open it.” The Devil grinned with her tail wagging.

Vaggie rolled her eye at Charlie, she then peeked into the box and blinked seeing the most gorgeous necklace she'd ever seen. It was a golden chain with a pair of angel wings that had extended out from a beautiful amethyst. “Sus hermosas..” (It's beautiful) came from a shocked Vaggie's lips. “Can I put it on you?” Charlie asked fidgeting.

Vaggie nodded softly, moving her gorgeous long hair as she felt Charlie move behind her, the Devil carefully unclasping the necklace and draping it over Vaggie's chest. “You look so pretty!”

“It does suit you.” Husk smirked.

“Yeah blondie here was frantically searching for it all day!” Angel teased as Charlie growled at him.

This caused Vaggie to laugh but she then gently took Charlie's paw. “Would you like to read with me?” She asked as she chuckled, seeing that tail wag as an answer.

Husk ushered everyone back to work to give the two some space by the fire. He smiled a bit seeing Charlie happily watching each page turn and listening intently to Vaggie.

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Angel grinned and gathered everyone together as Husk jumped up on the quacking foot stool. He was soon knocked off with a grumble by Alastor who grinned. “Hey radiohead, what are ya doing?!” The candlestick growled waving his flames at Alastor.

“I know what you all want to do, and to be quite clear, this little wind-up cat won't be able to do it well.” The radio playfully grinned.

“Alastor, don't be such a bully darling. But I am curious to hear what your plan is.” Rosie replied with Niffty just zipping around cleaning.

“And you know what romance is?” Angel asked, growling.

“No my shiny pink chap, I don't even care for it. But I do know how to make a place feel like romance will happen.” Alastor used his antenna to straighten his nob bow tie.

Angel looked skeptical at him as the radio continued. “You all want to be human again don't you?” He smirked, poking a sore spot on everyone.

“Fine, but one wrong move and I'm setting ya on fire!’ The candlestick growled helping Husk up.

“Fair enough.” Alastor laughed. “Now my little friends it is time to break this annoyance once and for all.” (Cue to be human again)

The crew went about doing their jobs to make this romance blossom. Angel playfully danced with Husk, Cherri looked amused, Velvette was smug as ever, Rosie was grinning as she orchestrated the other enchanted knick knacks, Alastor got the musical instruments ready, and Niffty despite being a small cup, got the room spotless.

Outside kept bustling and cleaning, Velvette smirked and dove into the fountain as a way to steal the spotlight.

“Damn it Velvette!” Cherri snapped as the crew grumbled while walking to go dry off.

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It was later during a bath Charlie whined being scrubbed. “Wait, you want me to do what?!”

“Don't worry toots, you'll do alright with Vagina. Besides, you don't have much time left anyway!” Angel replied pointing to the golden rose. “Even Al, who is surprisingly good at music, is helping out. Didn't expect that interview radio host to actually help too.”

Charlie glared at Angel shaking her fur and splashing him purposely. “It's Vaggie.” She defended but then sighed walking around the room. A coat rack started to dry her off as she sighed. “Look, I know time is running out… I just dunno if I can do this.” The Devil sighed feeling her fur being combed back.

“C'mon blondie, it's obvious you love her right?” Angel stated standing on the vanity. “Love…?” The Devil blinked lightly placing a paw to her chest. “More than anything yes..” She sounded so soft and innocent.

Angel smiled and lightly took her free paw while his candle hands were out. “Then open your heart up again. Seriously, it's possible that miss bookworm likes ya too.”

Charlie lifted her head at that and stared at him. She was scared to open up, but with how much she enjoyed being with Vaggie, it's a risk she had to try taking. “Okay…”

“Alright let's get cha looking so good our little guest will swoon!” Angel grinned.

After awhile Charlie was ready as Husk bowed politely. “Come this way my princess. Your date awaits.”

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Vaggie on the other hand groaned at the assortment of dresses Velvette had shown her. “Quit being a picky pissy bitch already!” The dresser growled looking annoyed. “Bloody hell you're annoying.”

“I don't need some dresser who thinks she's hot shit to pick for me!” Vaggie retorted pointing her spear at Velvette.

“Fine, come out ugly as fuck!” Velvette left hopping away.

Lucifer winced seeing the two bicker. He then tapped Vaggie on the arm. “May I be some assistance?” He asked.

“What do I have to lose..” Vaggie groaned, pinching her nosebridge.

Lucifer smiled and motioned over Razzle and Dazzle, who circled Vaggie looking her over and then diving into the other closet. “I think something like this would make you look like a beautiful dame Maggie.”

Vaggie looked annoyed at him but then turned her head towards Razzle and Dazzle who pulled out a truly gorgeous looking dress. “Sir… I don't think.. I don't deserve such a beautiful thing…”

Lucifer lightly touched her arm again. “My friend you do. You've made my little char-char smile again! As a father it's all I've ever dreamed of seeing.” He quacked smiling. “And I think she sees you as someone deserving of love too.”

Vaggie blinked, she looked hesitant but what he said filled her with warmth, it was strange and new. Unlike her found family bond with the Carmines, this was different. “Alright sir…” She gulped and went to put on the dress behind the screen.

(Hiya, hope you guys enjoyed the well awaited dance scene, I loved writing it ^^)

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