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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 1 year ago

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Part 36

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When Enma returned home later that day, excited to tell his friends about ‘Magift’ (which, from what he had gathered, seemed to be similar to American Football, but with magic), he experienced the ultimate betrayal: both of his friends had known about it, and hadn’t bothered to tell him.

“Oh, yeah, the tournament thing coming up?” Ito said, frowning to themself. “You’re interested?”

Kuroki was even worse, groaning and putting his head in his hands. “I thought we were going to get past the cutoff without you realizing. We were so close.”

“If he wants to participate in the – uh – Magift tournament, who cares?”

“He will. It’s a magical team sport, Ito. Between dorms.”

Ito gave a quiet hiss of sympathy. “Oh.”

And then Enma realized that, unfortunately, if Magift was a team game, his team would be the other Ramshackle residents. Which… listen, he liked Ito, Kuroki, and Grim, but he could not imagine being on a team with them and winning. Enma couldn’t ask Kuroki to play, not with his magical asthma or whatever it was that he had. Ito was fine, not particularly good or bad during their gym class. Still, neither of them had magic, which left them at a huge disadvantage. Grim was the only one of them who had magical capabilities, but they weren’t particularly advanced, and he couldn’t imagine the monster being a good team player.

And that wasn’t even taking into consideration that there definitely wasn’t enough of them to fill out a team.

He sunk to his knees, devastation washing over him.

Kuroki patted him on the shoulder. “I was going to wait until the deadline passed so you wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

“I appreciate it,” he sniffed.

“Deadl – oh!” Ito looked at Kuroki. “That reminds me. Crowley told me to remind you about a Housewarden meeting tomorrow.”

Kuroki joined Enma on the floor, curling up into a ball of pure depression. “I don’t waaaaannaaaaaa.”

Grim floated into the room, only to pause. He looked at Enma and Kuroki, who were both grieving, and then Ito, who had gone back to their economics homework. “What happened?”

“Human boys are weird,” Ito said, shrugging.

Grim nodded sagely. “Yeah, true.”

Ace looked at the Ramshackle residents as they all shuffled into class the next morning, and his eyebrows shot into his hairline, his grin freezing on his face.

Which was understandable. They must have been quite the sight. Enma had a plaster over his nose, and Ito and Kuroki were both clinging to him. This was not ideal, as his entire body hurt (yes, his nose hurt the most, but everything was just awful for one Enma Yuuken), and their too-tight grips on his arms were not helping at all, but whatever, he’d deal. Grim was floating along behind them, entirely unaffected outside of being mildly annoyed that Kuroki was shaking too badly for him to use the boy as his own personal transport system.

“What the fuck happened to you guys?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Enma muttered.

“The ghosts sabotaged our house again,” Grim said regardless. “Enma fell through the floor.”

“Ohhhhhhkaaaaayyyyy,” said Ace. “So, Ito is just worried for him?”

“Yeah. The way Enma fell was, apparently, super dangerous.”

Ito shivered. “If he had been looking any further down the cartilage in his nose would have shot right back into his brain and killed him.”

Ace looked mildly disturbed. Enma could appreciate this, he liked it when people weren’t entirely comfortable with the idea of him dying.

“I guess Kuroki is freaked out about that, too.”

“No, he’s scared of the freaky murder basement Enma fell into.”

“The fucking what now,” said Deuce, finally looking up from his textbook (apparently, in his eyes, seeing the Yuus cling to each other was normal enough that he didn’t care to pay attention to it, even if it was Enma in the middle instead of Kuroki this time, which was something Enma might put some thought to later).

Enma sighed. He wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose but, unfortunately, he wasn’t able to do that anymore without blinding pain. Also, he couldn’t currently move his arms with his friends dragging them down. The entire world is against him.

“Deuce. There are ghosts in our house. Consider why they are there.”

“... oh…”

At lunch that day, Enma was in too much pain from his sudden fall to even be able to dream of trying to carry their food like he always did. Truly, his life was terrible, and the only way he could ever be expected to recover was if he could go just a few days without straining his poor muscles.

Ito had thrown him a skeptical look at that, but they had agreed to hold everything, so who cares?

Now, you may be wondering, what about Kuroki or Grim? Didn’t they have their hands free? Shouldn’t they help, since Ito wasn’t as strong as Enma?

Well, yeah, but also… be for real.

Anyways.

They watched people bustle about, trying to shove their way to the front of the line.

To ‘improve student morale’, and also probably because the bakery paid him royalties to serve their food there, Crowley would allow them to drop in about once a month and sell their wares. Enma had heard the food was good, but the Ramshackle kids weren’t really in the place to splurge.

Hell, they were technically eating two meals between the four of them. Sure, their ‘abuse the buffet option’ thing had been said aloud to make Deuce feel bad, but they absolutely were that poor.

At least they got a bit of preferential treatment, since the ghosts liked them (wanted to kill them, Enma reminded himself, his nose twinging painfully, though he supposed that was just the downside of the ghosts liking them). They no longer bothered hiding the fact that they were all eating off of the two meal tickets they bought a day. The ghosts had heard them talk about it more than once, and if they were going to report them to Crowley then they would have done it already.

Things were better than they could have been.

Still, it was a little annoying to watch Ace hook his arm through Deuce’s and start trying to drag him away. “C’mon, let’s see if we can nab something before it all sells out.”

Deuce hesitated, though. “Hey, Enma, do you… want anything?”

The group of Ramshackle students gave each other wide-eyed looks. This had never happened before.

“Do you…” Enma frowned. “I don’t know – need homework answers or something?”

Deuce shook his head just slightly before, apparently, his brain caught up to his body, and he nodded fervently. “Yes! I need – uh – Personal Magical Ability answers! Personal Magical Ability answers for a snack.”

“Oh… okay,” said Enma.

Deuce nodded once, the deal made, and then finally allowed Ace to drag him off so they could both muscle their way further up the line.

The Ramshackle kids simply watched him go, still in shock.

“¿Entiendes?” Ito murmured, finally.

Admittedly, Enma and Kuroki didn’t know Spanish, but that didn’t mean they hadn’t picked up on anything over the time they’d been living with Ito. Mostly curse words, admittedly, but also the occasional slang term.

So, yes, they knew what Ito had just said.

Kuroki grinned. “Ito-chan, everyone here is en-tien-des.”

Ito snickered. “Well, no shit, it’s an all-boys school. I mean, like, specifically for Enma.”

Enma’s nose scrunched. He sure hoped not. That would be awkward. Besides… “I thought he and Ace had a thing going?”

“Do you think that Ace has enough self-awareness for that?” Kuroki asked rhetorically.

Enma had to give it to him. That was a fair point. He shrugged awkwardly. “It’s probably just because I’m injured, guys.”

“Oh. We should get injured more often, then,” Kuroki said.

“Please don’t,” Ito groaned.

Kuroki opened his mouth to joke back, only for his hand to shoot out and snatch up Grim, who had been trying to sneak away and cause mischief while they were distracted. “Absolutely not.”

Grim groaned and wiggled in the boy’s grip, even going so far as to bite him – or at least threaten it, his sharp teeth didn’t even break the skin – but Kuroki held fast. Apparently, it had been a good thing that he was refusing to carry anything. Who knows what would have happened if the ravenous beast were to escape.

Still, Grim whined on and on about how he wanted a grilled cheese sandwich. Enma was pretty sure that, if he kept going, Ito might just make one for him to shut him up. Maybe that was the monster’s intention.

He tuned it out, looking up at the menu, trying to decide what he wanted today. Couldn’t be anything too spicy, Kuroki was probably going to panic and get chicken tenders again, so he’d whine his way into eating off of his and Ito’s plates as well… maybe sushi…?

And then. Enma heard it. The spray bottle-like laugh that haunted his nightmares. He whirled around, panic gripping him. Nonono he wasn’t at work he was supposed to be safe –!

Ruggie was looking at someone else with that hungry gleam in his eyes. The person a few spaces in front of them in line, holding a sandwich, gave Ruggie a confused look. Enma wasn’t religious, but he was absolutely ready to start thanking God for his mercy.

“Heyyy, pal,” Ruggie said, in the kind of way you absolutely should not talk to someone you consider a ‘pal’. “I see you were able to get your hands on the highly-prized deluxe cheese sandwich. Incredible!”

The student’s expression shuttered closed, annoyance stealing its way across their face instead. “It’s my food. You got here late. Fuck off.”

“I did get here late, that’s true, that’s true. And you got it fair and square…” Ruggie agreed in that exact tone he used when he was about to make Enma’s life miserable. Enma was so glad that this wasn’t happening to him for once. Ruggie slid a hand into his pocket. He pulled out… a hot dog bun. It looked like it had lint on it. “How about a trade? Your deluxe grilled cheese for this very exciting hot dog bun?”

Enma thought he was going to slap it out of Ruggie’s hand just for that insult, that was certainly what it looked like the student was going to do, and Ruggie didn’t stop him so Enma figured that maybe he was going to go with the ‘break it you buy it’ approach to make him hand over his food…

But, at the last second, the student's hand closed around the bun.

Even the student looked surprised by this development, looking down at the piece of bread in his hand with wide eyes.

Ruggie used that moment to snatch the sandwich out of the boy’s other hand. “Thanks for trading with me! I do hope you find something to fill that bun with! But that’s not my problem, so, I’ll be off, thanks!”

“Hey, senpai,” Ito called after him. “What’s the economy like in the Savannah?”

“Shit!”

“Cool, thanks!”

“Mhmm! See you in class, comrade!”

Ito gave him a vaguely amused look, but they were more concerned with fishing their homework out of the bag on Enma’s back to mark down the answer.

Kuroki, however, grinned widely. And then he twisted his face into one of pure betrayal. “Ito? Are you a communist?”

“I hate you,” they decided.

“Dodging the question, I see.”

Enma grinned at their dumb little conversation, but his eyes found their way to the guy Ruggie had just scammed. It… didn’t make sense. Don’t get Enma wrong, Ruggie was pretty convincing, but his strategy usually relied on simply annoying Enma into giving him a discount just to get rid of him. This? Where he had… what? Vaguely offered a terrible trade? He wasn’t sure how the person had fallen for it. It wasn’t like Ruggie had shoved it into their hands and overwhelmed them or anything, they had grabbed the bun of their own accord…

The kid frowned down at his hotdog bun, dissatisfied for obvious reasons.

Enma shook his head to clear it, grinning at Ito. “How do you know Ruggie?”

“He’s in my Econ class. Not sure why, I’m pretty sure he hates it,” Ito said, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Is he… er… like that in there?”

Ito didn’t even have to ask Enma what he had meant. “Oh, yeah, definitely.”

Kuroki squinted at Enma. “Wait, wait, wait. Did you call him ‘Ruggie’? No ‘Bucchi-senpai’, or even just ‘senpai’? What the fuck? We almost died for the right to be called by our first names!”

“Oh, that. Yeah, no, I just don’t respect him.”

Kuroki nearly fell over laughing.

Enma and Ito walked along, a half-step behind Kuroki as the boy complained all the way to the meeting:

“— should be a torture method. I mean, going straight from a shift at the lounge to a meeting? Just kill me, seriously.”

Ito rolled their eyes. “Crowley said the meeting shouldn’t last longer than an hour.”

“It’s still a hate crime.”

“You know, I don’t think that’s true,” Enma said.

“It is, it is!” Kuroki pretended to wipe away a tear. “It’s because I’m so cool. They want to drag me down.”

“Who is ‘they’ in this scenario?” Ito asked, because they were an enabler.

“Kuroki, that’s definitely not what a hate crime is,” Enma sighed.

Grim looked at them all oddly. “What is a ‘hate crime’?”

“What Kuroki just described,” Ito said.

And, listen, misinformation is bad, actually.

However, Enma desperately wanted to see that blow up one day, he thought it would be funny, so he did not argue any further.

Oh. Oh no. They’ve been spending too much time with Ace.

… he didn’t want to think about that, actually.

Instead, he sighed and ruffled Kuroki’s hair. This only served to make Kuroki glare at him and quickly try to right it again (he was utterly unsuccessful, but that wasn’t all that shocking considering he didn’t have a mirror to look into), but at least he was no longer concentrating on how terrible his life was.

Or maybe he was. Kuroki opened his mouth again to complain once again:

“Seriously, though, the only other ‘non-threatening’ server fell down the stairs like a dumbass, so I had to cover his shift.”

“How dare that other guy get hurt. Doesn’t he know what inconveniences you?” Grim said. It was hard to tell whether he was joking or not.

Kuroki nodded along anyway. “You get me, Grim-chan.”

Grim gave a little huff at the -chan honorific, but when Kuroki turned his head to press a kiss to the top of the monster’s head, he leaned into it.

Enma absently thought about trying to convince Kuroki to wear lipstick, just because he was curious as to how hard it would be to get a kiss mark out of the monster’s fur, but then disregarded the thought. Not because he wasn’t still curious, but because he knew Kuroki would never do that to his, quote, ‘favorite little terrorist’.

Of course, if Enma was curious enough he could always try kissing Grim with lipstick on – ‘try’ being the keyword there, as he would probably get his nose bitten off before he could attempt it.

They finally reached the chamber where the meeting would be held and, though it annoyed him, Enma would be forced to wait outside. Maybe he would fight Kuroki for the Housewarden spot after all.

… no, he’d feel bad. It wouldn’t even be a fair fight. Kuroki was, like, 5 centimeters tall and built like a twig.

And Ito would probably be mad at him, too. Ugh.

He would have to settle for Kuroki’s too-brief recaps after the meeting.

Speaking of Kuroki and the meeting… Ito grabbed him by the hand, dragging him closer so they could fix his hair. Grim floated over to settle himself on one of Enma’s shoulders.

And then, the moment every hair was back in place, Enma pushed Kuroki into the room and shut the door behind him, because he knew that, if allowed to linger, Kuroki would absolutely wait out the entire meeting.

Which is what Enma, Ito, and Grim were supposed to do, not him. The group shuffled to half-hide in an alcove, pressing close to each other so they could read their Alchemy textbook (or, in Grim’s case, so he could be warm and comfortable while he slept… they’d catch him up on everything before the finals). Enma wasn’t quite as bad at Alchemy as Ito – which was understandable, given they weren’t reading in their first language and were, therefore, more prone to mistakes – but he was still… well, Enma always questioned why the ingredients and potions needed to be prepared in a specific way, and then he found out.

Finding out was both his favorite and least favorite part. He liked knowing things. He didn’t like things blowing up in his face (literally).

The textbook, sometimes, answered his questions, and the less almost-dying he did the better off he would be, he thought.

A person with a blue armband shuffled over, and Enma immediately snapped to attention. Blue armband students – Ignihyde students – were practically mythical creatures, almost never seen out and about, squeaking and running the moment anyone laid eyes on them, and all pictures that managed to be taken of them always ended up corrupted somehow.

Enma opened his mouth to say hi, but the Ignihyde student did as Ignihyde students do: yelping pitifully and rushing to the relative safety that was the meeting room.

He pouted. He hadn’t even gotten to ask a single question. “Life is pain and suffering.”

“We can try and ambush him when he leaves if you want.”

Enma pressed a hand to his chest. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Oh, hush. I just have free time, since I’ve finally gotten the library to something passable and all,” they joked.

“Mhmm mhmm,” he teased, wrapping an arm around their shoulders and dragging them closer to his side. “Totally. You definitely aren’t fond of me, or anything.”

“I would never,” Ito said, sticking their tongue out at him. “I think someone is projecting.”

“Yeah, you, obviously.”

“Ooooh, what a great comeback, how will I ever recover –?”

“I guess the rumors were true,” a voice drawled. Enma’s head shot up to look at… the person from the garden that he and Grim had run into during their first week. Grim made a quiet snuffling sound and shifted, lifting his head to bare his teeth at Leona. Leona didn’t even blink at the clear display of hostility. “You magicless students really don’t leave each other’s sides unless you have to.”

“You’re going to be late for the meeting,” Ito said.

Enma was kind of proud of them. Last month they probably would have told Leona to ‘fuck off’ outright. But they had held back. Progress.

Leona considered this statement for a moment. Or, maybe, he was considering them, green eyes narrowed as they scanned over the three of them. And then he snorted, spinning around smoothly. “I guess you’re right. And this is an important one…”

Enma sighed. He watched him disappear around the doorframe, the sound of Kalim’s cheery voice starting to greet Leona managing to slip through before it closed behind him.

And then… well, there wasn’t much else they could do besides wait.

Grim was fully awake now, grumbling and bunting his head against both Ito and Enma. Enma recalled that cats did that to ‘scent’ people and things, essentially marking their territory, and he snickered. There was no way that Kuroki was going to be able to befriend the mice in their house when Grim was around. He was surprised the poor things hadn’t keeled over in fear yet.

Ito was flipping through their textbook, and, vaguely, Enma thought that he should have been reading it with them…

But he couldn’t really bring himself to concentrate.

The conversation with Leona had reminded Enma of how Deuce hadn’t even blinked at the sight of them clinging to each other that morning.

He was aware enough of the fact that they were probably more ‘touchy’ than the average person here. Kuroki liked to hold onto at least one of them when he was anxious (which was pretty much all the time). They slept in the same bed, so it was no surprise that their boundaries for what they could touch would be lax. Besides, Enma and Kuorki both came from a culture where skinship wasn’t all that uncommon. Ito was the exception, and accordingly didn’t often initiate touch, but their experience having younger siblings did make them more used to random hugs or hand-holding.

However, they had been far more affectionate that morning, both of them practically glued to his arms, and Deuce hadn’t even batted an eye because he didn’t see it as ‘out of character’.

Which meant maybe they were a bit too close.

Then again, all of the people here refused to call those they cared about ‘friends’, instead insisting on calling them ‘business associates’ or things of the like. Ace and Deuce would talk about how they hated Riddle when pressed on how much time they spent at Ramshackle Dorm. Even Grim continued to insist on calling them his ‘henchmen’. So maybe they weren’t the best gauge of what a ‘healthy friendship’ was.

Besides, considering their circumstances, it really shouldn’t have been surprising that they were as close as they were. No one else here could really understand them. No one else had been abducted from their original world without warning. No one else was forced to live in a run-down house full of beings that would kill them if given the chance. Heck, no one else was magicless. Why wouldn’t they cling to each other a little bit more than was ‘normal’, when they were the only somewhat familiar things in a world that was so hopelessly strange?

Enma liked it there, don’t get him wrong, but that didn’t mean that he was unaware of the fact that he didn’t truly belong.

Not that he would ‘belong’ back home, anymore, either.

His eyes fell away from the textbook – he wasn’t really seeing the pages, anyway – and slid to a candle on the wall, the flame flickering.

He rested his chin atop Ito’s head, his eyes falling shut. He’d had a long day.

“‘M gonna take a nap,” he murmured.

Ito gave a small hum to say they had heard him, and he didn’t wait for much longer before letting himself drift off.

He awoke to a hand prodding him in the side, and sent Ito and Kuroki a tired grin. “So, what was the meeting about?”

Kuroki’s grin spread wider. “Ito, you owe me.”

They huffed, rolling their eyes, but dug a couple of Madol out of their pocket. Enma was beginning to suspect that they lost bets on purpose, because surely they should have won at least once by now, no one can be that unlucky…

Wait a minute.

Enma squinted. “What did you bet on?”

“What the first thing you said would be,” Grim said, pouting. “I thought you were going to curse. No extra tuna cans for me.”

“You thought I would – why?” said Enma. He didn’t even curse! He made a point not to!

“Waking up sucks,” Grim shrugged.

Enma sighed, and looked at Kuroki and Ito, who were both snickering at his offense. “What’d you think I’d say?”

Kuroki smirked. “I knew you’d ask about the meeting.”

“I thought it would be a greeting,” Ito shrugged. “Y’know, like… ‘hi’ or ‘good morning’ or some shit. I had faith in you.”

“Terrible decision.” Enma looked at Kuroki again. “So?”

“Uh… well, it was a reminder to get application forms in for the tournament before the deadline, and then they started talking about this… Draconia-senpai guy. Apparently, Crowley wanted to disqualify him from playing, ‘cause he’s OP, but everyone went ‘nooooo that is so unfair’ or whatever. So he’s still playing.”

Ah, Kuroki, your eloquent descriptions never fail to both amuse and annoy Enma.

Ito frowned. “Didn’t Crowley say that this was an important, mandatory meeting?”

“It’s Crowley,” Kuroki said, shrugging.

“Oh. Yeah.”

#apparently actually tagging things properly gets them more seen #too bad i dont care #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic #yuu twst #twst grim #kuroki yuuya #enma yuuken #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #idia shroud #for like half a second #i like to imagine ignihyde students are the equivalent of bigfoot sightings

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Beatrix the magician

Name - Beatrix

Alias / Nicknames - Beatrix the magnificent and magical magician, Bea, Trix, Orange Gal

Age - Late 20s

Gender / Pronouns - Female / She, Her

Personality - Vivacious / Happy-go-lucky / Humorous / Uncoordinated / Stubborn / Hyperactive

Likes - Caramel cappuccino, orange creamsicle milkshake, floats, sweets, Annie, Her pet hare, magic tricks, her friends, balls, punchball, telling jokes

Dislikes - Failure, messing up a trick, loneliness, sour or bitter flavors, vegetables, moles

Species / Race - Homo sapien, Human / Unknown

Job / Hobbies - Magician, Performer / Playing cards, practicing magic, playing with her pet hare, playing punchball

Abilities / Skills - Magic, spells, performing tricks, playing with balls, punchball player, great cards player

- BIO -

Meet the ever so cheerful magician who performs at Brulo's Casino and is the casino owner's daughter, Beatrix! Her story mode is similar to Annie's gameplay wise, but her story is much different. The magician wanted her father to host another punchball contest so she could play herself due to not being able to the last time, Brulo was reluctant and didn't want Annie to completely destroy the contest again so he simply hosts a private tournament for Beatrix only so she can play and to be better at Punchball. After she had beaten numerous challenges, she was able to become a great punchball player, and her father was going to give her a trophy until Annie burst in to challenge Beatrix, for she found out about the private tournament somehow. She gladly accepts the challenge from Annie, for she wanted to impress her with her great ball skills. Thus, they go on to have a ball throwing battle and later go on a ballble tea date.

Beatrix's early childhood was anything but cheerful, Brulo, Her father had to raise her alone when his wife left him after the divorce and didn't want to do anything with their daughter anymore. Beatrix was deeply affected by her mother leaving when she was only a little girl and that she just couldn't understand why, but she felt it was her fault in some way. Little Bea was sad and confused for a while until she was given a magician kit as a birthday present, Her father got it for her in hopes of cheering her up and take her mind off from what had happened between him and his ex wife. It would actually work for she would become very fascinated by the magic tricks and wanted to perform them herself, Brulo was there to help her do these simple tricks and had a moment of joy with his daughter. It was then and there that Beatrix would have the extreme desire to become a magician and to explore magic in general, Brulo thought it was a temporary phase and she would later grow out of it but she never did.

She continued to do magic tricks and went on to perform for her father to crowds about her magical performances, although she would have mishaps and accidents time to time but she still pursued her dream of being the most magnificent magician there ever was. Soon later on, Beatrix would meet someone who would become her mentor was Madame Crystal, a floating crystal ball being who is a psychic and is very well experienced with magic. She has given her knowledge of magic in general and is even the one to give her own magic wand to use, an orange star wand that helps her perform spells and magic tricks. Beatrix would start to perform in her late teen years at her father's casino once she felt she was ready and that she wanted to attract anyone to the casino while helping keep the casino afloat, she would go by the name " Beatrix the magnificent and magical magician! "

Beatrix has proven herself to be a great performer with great showmanship, and she had great talent for doing wonderful magic shows. However, Beatrix was very clumsy and got into magical mishaps many times. She has yet to fully master at magic and has much more to learn before she'll be able to perform every magic trick there is, but Beatrix didn't get discouraged and was way more ambitious to give up so she still continued to do her magic performances that end in either failure or disaster, much to Brulo's dismay. Either than wanting to do what she loves, she does want to help her father's business and has taken up most of the responsibilities. Beatrix has put a lot of pressure onto herself, for she worries a lot about the fate of the casino and desperately wanted to keep it from going under despite her father telling her it wasn't her responsibility to take on but she is way too stubborn to listen.

The magician is a very outgoing and major social butterfly that Beatrix has a fairly big group of friends. Her best friend is Cecilia Gloom, for she loved to visit her cafe and have her coffee while having her participating in magic tricks, which she is rather reluctant but wanted to support her. She also likes pushing Cecilia out of her comfort zone and getting her to go out more, such as inviting her to do fun activities together. Beatrix was always very supportive of Cecilia and just really loves to hang out with her. Other than her best friend, there is another person she is very attached to. Annie is someone that Beatrix has become very deeply enamored with, almost the very first time she met her. She had met her one very night where Annie was there to watch his performance at the Brulo's casino. Despite her show once again running into a mishap, Annie loved her show. They both would start to hang out once they become more acquainted and have been pretty close friends. However, Beatrix would form a huge crush on Annie as time moved on.

Annie is all she could think about and that she wanted to ask her out despite how VERY nervous she is, they would go hang out one night to have some fun together then eventually when the moment was right, Beatrix finally asked if she liked to go out with her as she confess her feelings for her. Annie would accept and return her feelings much to Beatrix's delight, for she admittedly liked her way more than as a friend, and thus, they would start dating for a month. Beatrix didn't tell her father until some time later, and Brulo was understandably worried about her dating Annie, who is known to be an trouble maker but supported his daughter regardless, for she seemed to be very happy with her. It's going to take time for him to get used to seeing Annie more and that he worries about getting Beatrix to trouble. He's willing to give her a chance, for his daughter's sake.

Brulo does love his daughter very much despite how handful she is. He truly wants her to be happy and not have to shoulder most of the responsibilities, and she is another reason why he is desperate to keep his casino from going under for he didn't want her to live on the streets. He has called her his " diamond in the rough," for he knows she has something special despite her fumblings and magical mishaps. He simply wishes she wasn't reckless and not cause him a lot of trouble with her magic tricks, especially with dangerous and risky ones. What really gives him gray hairs is Beatrix has become very close to Annie and always has her as the willing assistant, which results in chaos half the time.

Beatrix and Annie have almost matching chaotic nature, mostly being rather hyperactive and causing some slight mayhem. Beatrix is probably the only person that Annie is soft to and is comfortable around her, and that she loves to hear her jokes or simply just talking. She easily gets flustered by her compliments and overall being swooned by her since Bea loves to flirt or compliment her a lot, and she sends her love poems or letters a lot, which Annie keeps her letters. They both absolutely love playing punchball and just playing with their balls, Annie is more competitive and a bit rough with her, but Bea actually loves it since its more fun that way. They both have given each other several pet names, mostly Beatrix, who often calls Annie her " Luck charm " or simply " My Annie. " while Annie would call her " Beanie Baby " or other silly names she gives to Bea. They have their disagreements from time to time and that Beatrix doesn't appreciate Annie giving her father a hard time, but they always kiss and make up.

Aside from her usual performances, studying magic and hanging out with her friends, She loves playing cards and playing with her pet hare rabbit named Hopscotch, which she founded as a baby and lovingly took care of it. Of course, her favorite sport to play is punchball and to play with her balls. Her absolutely favorite drinks are either Orange Creamsicle Milkshakes, Root beer floats, or anything very creamy and sweet. But her most favorite is caramel cappuccino that her best friend makes at the Gloom Cafe, which is her favorite go-to drink. Beatrix absolutely hates anything sour or bitter, especially towards vegetables, for she hates them a lot. Ballble tea is her favorite drink, but she likes it way more when she drinks it with Annie and even sneaks out bubble tea for her a lot.

#my art #Antonball Deluxe #OC

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softtransbf · 1 year ago

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First Second Meeting Redux

The alternate scenario for Barry and Lapin reuniting kept playing in my head, so I figured why not write it down.

I definitely skipped some turns of combat, compressing dnd bullet time into prose is never easy, and I chose pacing it the way I wanted to over technical accuracy lol

Again, not proofread, so forgive any errors

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Making myself look away from La- Chancellor Cadbury, I scanned the faces of the other Candians. The children were so young, but the pain and fury in their eyes made them look much older than they did at the tournament, not twenty-four hours prior.

I couldn't blame them- between the Pontifex orchestrating the assassination attempt and what she just pulled with the Book of Leaves, that'd age anyone a lifetime.

The younger of the princesses, no, the former princesses, noticed me watching them.

"You! You're a priest, you have to know this isn't right. Please, help us get out of here," she begged, and I felt something in my gut soften. "My father made a mistake, yes, but we don't deserve this- this- this perversion of justice for politics!"

Before I could respond, her sister charged the dais, and chaos erupted. I stood there, frozen, torn between the letter of my vows and the spirit of them. These actions weren't in line with the teachings of the Bulb I knew and loved.

But then a sweet stench filled the air, drawing my attention to Chancellor Cadbury and the spell he had just cast on the gummy bear knight. He's a warlock? Of the Sugar Plum Fairy? Pretending to be a miracle worker? Why? For how long?

My confusion was short-lived, as just seconds later, Sir Keradin Deeproot, with three sickening blows, dropped him to the ground, and time stopped.

I saw my first day at the seminary, meeting him, with his sharp wit and eyes full of mischief. I saw nights sitting closer than necessary and talking about the cosmos and the powers other than the Bulb. And I saw him get in a carriage and leave for Candia.

It is true that miracle workers are few and far between, but the Bulb saw the love I had for it and the people around me and saw fit to bless me with certain abilities. Not faith, not blind devotion. Love. Everything I could do was simply an outpouring of love.

So it was both surprising and completely natural when I called out Lapin's name and, without any conscious decision to do so, the strongest healing magic I had ever cast flew from my hand, bathing him in light and lifting him to his feet.

Sir Deeproot turned to me, his mace covered in chocolate. "He is a heretic! Worse than that- an apostate! Why are you using the Bulb's power to heal him?"

A calmness I'd never felt before washed over me, and I stood tall. "What has been done here today is not of the Bulb. It is nothing more than schemes and political machinations that defy everything the Bulb teaches us. The Pontifex is eloquent and powerful, but that does not make her infallible. It has made her proud and given her delusions of grandeur. I cannot stand by and watch the name of the Bulb I love so much get tainted like this. Especially not to Saint Citrina's family."

Sir Deeproot swung back his mace and stepped closer to me. Half a heartbeat later, I felt a familiar paw take my hand, and suddenly I was on the upper balcony with the rest of the Candians. I looked over at Lapin and noticed that the hand not still holding mine was slightly crackling with magic, and his eyes were locked on my face.

"You-" "I-" We both spoke at the same time.

"Please, you go first," he said, breaking eye contact.

"It can wait until we're out of here. Which, uh. What's the plan for, from up here?"

The words were barely out of my mouth when there was a massive crash and the stone in one of the windows crumbled.

Amethar looked at me from amidst the rubble, clearly sizing me up. "I dunno who you are, but you saved Lapin, and that's good enough for me for now. Let's GO, people!" In pairs, we leapt out of the cathedral and ran for our lives deeper into Comida.

Lapin's hand didn't leave mine for an instant until we were safely stowed away on the Colby and it set sail.

#my writing #lapinposting

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rlconasty · 2 years ago

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@madhatterene idk how to make posts…have that “see more” option to make it smaller so hopefully it does it on its own

So I had my first D&D session the other day for my friends new campaign and it was really fun.

It’s 6 of us (including DM) and 1 of us is new to d&d so it’s really interesting seeing how he interacts with shite.

First session nothing crazy overall but it was definitely a good start, it basically started with the friend who’s new to d&d he plays a human fighter who works at a stable cleaning animal shit and taking care of the animals. Things are getting more hectic because there’s a annual grand tournament happening so more and more people need to be serviced. So my friend describes himself (character name is Godwyn) and is basically getting of his shift where he returns to his permanent residence in an inn.

He meets my character Ronyl Fyrwynn who’s an half-elf wizard who’s currently planning out spells to use for the tournament coming up, he’s got on this magical earrings that disguise his ears as human one’s because the place he’s in rn is pretty xenophobic towards elves (half elves less so but still). He’s also with his friend xenon the satyr bard they’re pretty much just shooting the shit for a while since there’s nothing much to do in this hick town they’re in in an xenophobic country, until Goldwyn arrives after doing the routined clean-shit-off spell (prestidigitation) they go in and see the last 2 party members drinking.

The last 2 members are a halfling fighter named Gregor and dwarf monk named brummin. We’ve all besides godwynn just arrived in this country 2 weeks ago and have been bored senseless and now have finally given the chance to go and check the tournament grounds as it now is almost all set up, so we secured a ride which is about an hour to get there and it’s mostly filled with merchants from all over and some people doing so pre-game games, little fighting arenas before the actually tournament and so we sign up and will be called when they’re fully opened the next day.

After just some looking around and the scenery and the shops we go back and talk about our pasts a little so then xenon and I (a little less happily) agree to help godwynn clean up his last stable for the night. I do a very shitty job and it’s clearly I didn’t want to actually help as I conjured up a chair and was just using magic hand to happy things while reading a book, at some point during the night it began storming and a sudden arrival at the stable came.

It was a 6’7” human and 2 elves (one of nobility at least in appearance) came and they wanted to buy the whole stable in secret for a week. I also with good history and perception checks noticed they were in part of this group called the dragon watch (I could see from the insignias on their armor) turns out they were also wanting to leave 2 very tamed black wyverns in the stables and they paid a lot to keep it under wraps.we go along with it, godwynn easily combined as he’s never held 25 gold before.

Skip a long a bit we go back to the inn and obviously these 2 elves are of everyone’s attentions in a hater kinda way and a curious kinda way. we talk for a while before they head to bed followed by us. The next morning godwyn has to try and water and feed the wyverns which he quickly learns isn’t easy and clean as he’s given a whole pig carcass in which they literally shred to pieces and leave his stable a huge mess…his coworker wants nothing to do with it. A little later the rest of the party wakes up and makes plans to head to go to that pre-game game and invite the elves and tall dude.

That’s where we end off for the session!

#dnd stuff #you asked for this

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years ago

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Fixing Chapter 2

AKA me wishing Leona was more of a competent and conniving bastard in his own chapter so I can actually simp for his big brain—

Okay. So I think most of us can agree that chapter 2 was rocky. At the very least, I feel as though it’s the most universally disliked chapter of what has been released of the main story thus far. There’s a lot of plot holes or just plain disappointment with Leona’s lack of active involvement in the story.

In this essay post, I’m going to propose some ways to fix common grievances people (including myself) have with chapter 2. By no means am I saying that these suggestions will fix all of the problems, or that my writing is necessarily better than what we got, it’s just me exploring the possibilities of what chapter 2 could have been.

***Chapter 2 spoilers! (… and some mild chapter 3 spoilers!)***

Please note that most of the major plot beats will be the same, and I’ll just point out places where there will be major deviations from the current chapter 2.

There will still be an upcoming Magift Tournament, and Savanaclaw + Leona are still planning on sabotaging Diasomnia. Crowley will still ask Yuu, Grim, and Adeuce to investigate strange occurrences that are harming players around NRC. They’ll still have Riddle and Cater help them investigate the culprit, and they’ll meet Jack along the way. Leona will still OB at the end, and we’ll still get Cheka’s cameo, all that good stuff.

With that out of the way, let’s begin:

To start, Ruggie won’t use his Unique Magic to get Grim to hand over the menchi katsu sandwich Leona wanted. This makes it WAY too obvious that he has a hand in the obvious scheme that the main characters will hear about later, especially since the game has Grim stop to comment “wow, my hand is moving on its own”. I realize that this is how Yuu and co. eventually put two and two together later when Jamil describes not being in control of his own body, but I think it can be scrapped for a better revelation later. And yeah, we EXPECT Savanaclaw to be the big bad since it’s chapter 2, but at least let there be a twist about what they’re planning instead of shoving it at our faces in the first part of the chapter.

Instead of Ruggie using his UM for getting his hands on the sandwich, he can swipe it with his bare hands when Grim isn’t paying attention. Grim and co. don’t even have to realize his sandwich is missing until later; we can just have Ruggie reluctantly sighing and “giving up” on the sandwich, only to cut away to a scene where he’s in the hallway and snickering about having pilfered the food. This way, we establish early on to the players that Ruggie has sticky fingers and isn’t above using underhanded tactics to get what he wants. This example of a diversion will also help in foreshadowing a sneaky plot twist involving Leona later.

Alright, so this is kind of a minor alteration but it will help build up for a strong ending, so stick with me here. When Ruggie delivers the sandwich to Leona in the original chapter 2, they talk a bit, and through their dialogue, we get to learn a little more about each of their backgrounds. This will stay in the revised chapter 2, but with slightly altered dialogue. In this new version, there will be text hinting at how Ruggie and Leona first met, and how Leona essentially gave him a second chance at life by pulling him out of the slums and educating him. It doesn’t have to be anything too long or complex, just an off-handed mention of their shared history.

Skipping some stuff, the only thing I have to note is that during the Dorm Leaders meeting, I wish Crowley would have better explained what that “Hall of Fame” jazz was all about… because as a non-sports fan, I didn’t understand the significance of that besides “oh, well I guess Crowley is indirectly saying Malleus is the best so he should get a special prize/be kept from playing and that pisses Leona off”.

When Crowley calls Yuu and co. to investigate the Magift players (like Trey) being injured, I want him to note that players from ALL dorms are being targeted. The fact that the story implies that Savanaclaw students are not being hurt (Jack tells Yuu and co. he knows he won’t be targeted, implying he already knew in advance his own dorm were the culprits and wouldn’t harm one of their own) makes it so blatantly clear where the culprit is from and I absolutely refuse to believe intelligent people like Riddle wouldn’t immediately pick up on such a sketchy detail.

Another thing to note here is that Crowley should mention that students from Diasomnia and Savanaclaw, have experienced FEWER injuries than other dorms, but that this situation is still a concern. The in-game explanation Crowley provides for this can be that these dorms have historically had more skilled Magift players, so they can react faster and protect themselves. However, for the perpetrators (aka Savanaclaw), it works to their advantage because it covers their tracks. All they’d be losing in the process is a small number of “weak link” casualties to achieve their goal. It fits in with the “survival of the fittest” mentality that Savanaclaw seems to believe in.

Now this is arguably the biggest change of all: when Yuu and co. start their investigation, not only do Cater and Riddle join them, but so does Leona. Why Leona? Well, he can tell them in the game that he’s pissed off about people messing with his pride/dorm (basically, he’s putting on the goody-goody act to come off as virtuous and well-meaning, like Scar did to Simba and Mufasa). There are even more reasons why this would help the plot/his presence: 1) Leona lacks screen time/interaction with the main cast in the original, 2) it’s to further throw off the scent if they start to suspect Savanaclaw, 3) he’s a smart kitty, surely he’d know that normal means can’t even touch Malleus (much less that dumb stampede idea from the original chapter) because nothing is stopping him from blinking away from danger, but most important of all… 4) (building off of point 3) Leona is going to incriminate Diasomnia as the culprits.

Now admittedly, this is where my ideas get a little vague because this “lemme rewrite chapter 2″ thing came from brief shower thoughts but essentially Leona’s plan all along was to pin the blame on Malleus’s squad and thereby disqualify them from playing (vaguely like how Scar tricked Simba into thinking he was responsible for his dad’s death). Not only would this be a stain on Diasomnia’s record, but they’d also be out of the picture, thus allowing Savanaclaw to shine. For Leona, it’s not just about the future of his students, but it’s also a matter of personal pride since he projects so strongly onto Malleus being that “perfect first prince” that Leona despises.

How Leona goes about doing this, I don’t have the exact details, but I imagine he’d orchestrate various Savanaclaw goons (including Ruggie) to assist him, maybe have them purposefully aggravate Diasomnia students (off screen) while Leona, Yuu, etc. are investigating so they can “catch Diasomnia in the act”.

Anyway, they investigate Pomefiore and the Tweels, then eventually come across Jack, whom Cater also suspects is going to be targeted by the culprit. For the most part, Jack is still stand-offish and abrasive, insisting that he doesn’t need the help or the protection of Yuu and co., but they notice a shift in his behavior when he’s addressing Leona. Like… Jack looks so inspired and pleased to be under him, and he can talk about how he’s looking forward to playing for Savanaclaw, etc.

We can still have a Rhythmic section here where Yuu and co. play Magift against Savanaclaw, except in this context, Leona and the rest of Savanaclaw are demonstrating how to play the sport since Yuu gets really curious after Jack speaks so highly of it. This also gives the player time to “bond” with Jack and get a better sense of how much he looks up to Leona vs how he coldly dealt with Yuu, Grim, and Adeuce. They can finish the game with Jack all excited and even hoping for Leona to praise him or high-five him or something, which Leona just… awkwardly accepts or straight up brushes off.

It’s late, so Cater suggests that everyone heads home for the day. We cut to Savanaclaw, where Leona and Ruggie are having a conversation about how their plan is unfolding (Ruggie is still using his Unique Magic to cause involuntary injuries). Leona’s frustrated that Crowley has not disqualified Diasomnia yet, because Crowley claims they don’t have “solid proof” (and is still favoring Diasomnia because Malleus is there), so Leona confides in Ruggie that the only option they have left now is to literally “take Malleus out” by force.

Jack happens to be eavesdropping because he was just so pumped up from playing that practice match earlier and wanted to thank his senpai for the experience. Imagine how heartbroken he’d be to learn that the person he looked up to all this time was tricking him. Jack would confront Leona and berate him for what he’s doing–but of course, Leona won’t listen and insists that he’s doing this for the sake of his students’ futures.

Before this scene ends, Leona will think about how Jack’s nagging reminds him of his brother, the same as the original chapter 2. He realizes that if Jack is as righteous as Farena, he will likely blab on him (even if it endangers the Savanaclaw students’ futures as professional athletes), so Leona panics rushes to come up with a different plan last minute to get rid of Malleus. Maybe he wouldn’t have rushed had Jack not confronted him, because all of Leona’s memories of his brother and all the inadequacies he feels come crashing down on him because of it. This time crunch/emotional turmoil would better explain the (still very stupid) stampede idea being so sloppy without totally eliminating it altogether.

The next day (when Yuu and co. go to talk to Scarabia), Leona doesn’t join them for the investigation because he’s busy negotiating with Azul to get everything planned and going off in time for the Magift tournament. Maybe we can even see (or have it implied again later) that Leona accidentally ended up bargaining with something really precious because he was desperate at his last shot to take Malleus out. This would feed his incentive to help us by destroying Azul’s contracts in chapter 3.

That’s when Jack disrupts the investigation to warn them that Leona is planning something and they need to go stop him. (Clarifying here that Jack isn’t doing this because he wants to be a good person, he’s doing this because he cannot abide by Leona’s methods, just like in the original chapter 2.)

Here, we have another big change: Yuu and co. don’t know Leona’s plan walking in. Their main concern is that there are already spectators in the stands, so they need to evacuate them all quickly to avoid them getting injured in case Leona does something very destructive. Let’s say that Cater uses Split Card here to have clones help guests evacuate. Riddle is assigned to guard Diasomnia (the “Malleus” being a Cater clone in disguise). Of course, Crowley has no idea what the heck is happening so he’s shouting over the mic and asking people to sit back down.

In the middle of this chaos, that’s when Leona enacts his big plan. Again, in this version, the stampede thing is very last minute (maybe he also bargained with Azul for some magic artifact that dullens Malleus’s power or something, to make it easier/more plausible that he’d be crushed to death and not be able to teleport to safety/heal his wounds afterwards). So imagine Leona springing this idea on Ruggie (since he needs Laugh with Me to enact it), who’s just shocked at the idea.

But of course, Ruggie can’t really speak up against his employer and benefactor, so he just nervously suggests changing the plan. Leona’s window of time to get the hit in on Malleus is quickly closing, so he becomes more frantic and demands that Ruggie obey him.

Ruggie will hesitate (eventually outright refusing to go along with Leona’s plan) because the situation has changed. It’s gotten too risky, and he does NOT want to be caught and risk being kicked out of school for a crummy and rushed plan. There could also be a point made here that Ruggie is concerned about Overblotting himself because controlling so many people at once would use a lot of magic, even with the potion Leona got from Azul. This refusal to help would explain why Leona goes after Ruggie later (in the original) and tries to poof him into sand using King’s Roar (when really his anger should have been directed at Jack for betraying the dorm).

So Leona loses his calm when Ruggie, his right man hyena, turns on him. He might get a little rough and shout, maybe projecting his own insecurities at Ruggie (“You don’t understand”, “You could never understand me”, “Why won’t you listen,” etc.).

I’m not entirely sure if I want to keep the actual stampede in, so I’ll leave it up to you. Maybe Leona’s violent outburst freaks the guests out and they stampede out on their own accord in a panic, maybe Cater and co. manage to get everyone out safely without a stampede breaking out. That part isn’t important. What is important is that Leona sees his chance to strike “Malleus” and goes for it, since Ruggie refuses to—only to realize that it’s a Cater clone.

In that moment of shock, Riddle leaps into action to try and collar him—but King’s Roar disrupts his attempt. Leona goes for Ruggie, slamming him with all of his anger and intending to literally vaporize him for meddling with his plans (blind rage can do that to someone, and in the context of this rewriting, it makes more sense that Leona is directing his rage at Ruggie). (Side note, I really like this from the original chapter so we’re keeping it: “It hurts, doesn’t it, Ruggie? I bet your mouth is so dry right now that you can’t even laugh.”)

Ruggie begs Leona to stop, to smile or laugh instead of hurting people, and Leona laughs alright but it sounds so hollow and forced. From here, events play out according to the original chapter; Jack distracts Leona with Unleashed Beast, which gives Riddle an opening to collar Leona. Then in comes Lilia to tell Leona that a collar suits him more than a crown, that if Leona can’t fix his rotten heart then he will never be king and that just… breaks him.

All his efforts, all his plotting, for nothing. He has failed—he’s a failure, just some destructive and self-serving, savage beast. Just like they all said he was. (The “all” here is referring to Leona’s people, not the NRC cast.) They were right all along. No matter how hard he tries, he will never be king. He will never be accepted, never be loved. (KEEP THIS IN MIND FOR POST-OB.)

DOOT DOOT OVERBLOT TIME LET’S GO (with Ruggie and Jack helping Yuu and co.)!!! Truthfully, I still think it’s kind of odd that Leona Overblotted so fast despite using his unique magic like… once??? But I’m going to be generous here and assume he was harboring so much hatred that it rapidly accelerated his blot. Alternatively, he was using his unique magic and Ruggie’s earlier to frame Diasomnia.

Another one of the big changes I want to make is how chapter 2 is resolved. Assume that the Magift tournament and Cheka’s cameo still happens as it did in the original, but the difference is the immediate aftermath of the Overblot battle. I have this really specific scene in mind that nicely ties together the little tidbits I’ve been sprinkling throughout my points up until now.

Picture this: Leona, in a pathetic heap on the ground following his defeat. Totally in shambles, tired, a mess. And most importantly, still very, VERY bitter. Not remorseful for his actions at all, still scorning himself and his powerlessness to change his own fate, his identity. Savanaclaw, Yuu, Adeuce, Grim, Riddle, Diasomnia… Heck, even Crowley They all approach him and ask if him okay, but all they get is Leona is scoffs at them, daring them to point and laugh at him. It’s nothing he isn’t already used to.

At this point, Ruggie can exchange a knowing look/hand gesture with some Savanaclaw kids and they’ll spring into action. (The thinking here is that Leona’s whole dorm still respects him as their leader. Why else would they follow along with his scheme in the first place? They’re hopeful for their own futures, yes, but it’s Leona who gave them that hope and a path to achieve what they want. In their eyes, he is someone worthy of admiration and he is still worthy of admiration, even if he can’t see that himself. They respect his cunning and willingness to get his hands dirty, stopping short only because they worry it will sully Leona’s own reputation (at least in this rewriting, they do)).

BUUUUT being NRC students, they have a lot of pride and won’t outright comfort Leona in the traditional sense. So instead you’ll get this roundabout scene:

Some mobs can pipe up and mention that since you need to fight a Dorm Leader and defeat him to secure the seat, and since Jack and Ruggie helped defeat OB Leona, that means those two are candidates as the new Dorm Leader. Jack, who isn’t fully assimilated to the group (as a freshman) is shocked that they’re suggesting something like that (but this genuine confusion ends up playing along with their intentions anyway).

Jack clears his throat and confesses that he doesn’t feel comfortable taking the position. He awkwardly reiterates to the group that he doesn’t feel ready for it, and, on top of that, he respects Leona too much to take the position from him. Leona looks at Jack in shock, and Jack can say something like “It was because I admired you so much that I was disappointed when you had strayed from the path.” This highlights and reminds Leona that there are people who are out there genuinely caring about him.

Ruggie interrupts and teasingly acts like he’s going to accept the Dorm Leader seat since Jack opted out (“Heee~ Being Dorm Leader’s not such a bad gig. I’ll get a big room all to myself and a bunch of guys to boss around, shishishi!”) The real purpose here is actually to just bait Leona to lash out, which ends up working—he’ll snap at Ruggie that he’d sooner die than let someone pry the Dorm Leader “crown” from him.

That’s when Ruggie breaks out into a smile. “That’s the Leona-san we know and love. Well… maybe not ‘love’ exactly, but you get the idea.” He can offer a hand to pull Leona up—just like how Leona extended a hand to him in the slums, just like the hand Jack offered to Leona after they played Magift together. It’s a symbol of connection, the connection and acknowledgement that Leona had always been missing in his childhood. AND IT ALL COMES FULL CIRCLE— THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

“… What are you doing, Ruggie? Are you seriously offering a hand to me? To some pathetic fool who almost killed you? To someone who will never have what it takes to become a king?” (Leona NEEDS to mention that he almost killed Ruggie; this was a point that got casually swept under the rug and then never mentioned again, but given the gravity of the situation it NEEDS to be said. Leona needs to demonstrate he was aware of his own actions and the potential consequences of them. If you want to get kind of dark, maybe Ruggie can casually mention almost DYING as a form of dark humor in future chapters. Point is, I don’t want this to be just... dropped like a forgotten french fry) (Another thing to note here, “king” is meant in a literal and metaphorical sense here. Leona is both referring to a position he can never have AND the respect and acknowledgement that comes with being a “king”.)

Mob students can pitch in here saying things like they won’t entirely forgive Leona for what he did, and that some of them are considering challenging him to claim his Dorm Leader seat. This is their own asshole-ish way of “encouraging” Leona to stay strong, because (like I said before), NRC students suck at swallowing their own pride and just comforting people normally.

“It’s not time to overthrow your rule just yet,” Ruggie can say. “I think Savanaclaw still wants you as its leader, Leona-san—if you’ll take Savanaclaw too.” (This forces Leona to be humbled. Here he is in a position where he is expected no mercy or sympathy, and he himself expects to be scorned and rejected for what he has done. But even so, it seems like his dorm is willing to forgive him.) Then insert that silly scene here where Ruggie makes Leona smile using Laugh with Me to lighten the mood—

I know it sounds like everything is nicely resolved because I’m writing in bullet points rather than a full fic, but the point of this is that the ending should feel like “a band-aid slapped over a gaping wound”. Sure, the Savanaclaw kids still acknowledge Leona, but Leona doesn’t grow as a character because of that, at least not right away. He won’t become more emotionally open or more caring. He will still be the arrogant and cunning asshole we’ve seen him being this entire chapter, because character development doesn’t happen overnight.

Leona might be thankful that he gets to keep his position and suffer relatively few consequences, but he still has to live with the fact that he almost killed Ruggie, and that he now has people who truly look to him for guidance. He has to deal with his sins and also work on actually being a competent leader to those that look up to him, all while wrestling with his still (very real) self esteem issues. His problems are not resolved just because you punched him a little, he still has a lot of psychological and emotional trauma to work through and that’s okay.

In summary, chapter 2 (rewritten) was not meant to “fix” Leona, it was meant to get him to realize that he has people around him that can support him as he slowly grows into a better person (further reinforced in a comedic scene with Cheka sitting on his stomach at the end). Chapter 2 is the impetus. Leona realizes he is wrong, but isn’t ready to come to terms with it or apologize for it yet. He’s still struggling to understand himself, and that’s for him to deal with outside of the main story. The end of chapter 2 is not the end of Leona’s character development, it’s only the beginning.

And that’s it. That’s how I’d fix chapter 2. Disney, Aniplex, and/or Yana please hire me as a writer ❤️

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calciopics · 2 years ago

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Farewell, Footy

Right, we’re not crying. I promised myself.

Today, I may be saying my goodbyes to football, but we’re going to make this a celebration. No sad faces!! We’ve had too much fun for any tears.

Maybe it’s because I’m from Sunderland, but two things have always been true about me: I’ve always been stubborn, and I’ve always loved football. It’s been in my blood ever since I was five years old. I saw a load of boys playing in the school yard and I walked straight up to them and said the four magic words….

“Can I play too?”

Three years later, I got my picture in the local newspaper. My mam brought home the Sunderland Echo and there was a scruffy little girl in the middle of a gang of boys, smiling away with her trophy. The headline said: JILL IS PROUD TO BE A MAN. (I got Man of the Match at a boys tournament). And I remember I was fuming because the organisers of the tournament were so embarrassed and they told my mam, “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll change it so it says Girl of the Match.”

I said, “No!!! They’ll think I got it for being the only girl!!! Leave it!!! I’m the Man of the Match!!!”

I give my mam a lot of credit, because I had a dream that didn’t even exist yet, and she supported me anyway. The next year, the club told me I couldn’t play for them anymore — it was only for boys — and I remember stuffing my face into the settee cushions and crying my eyes out because I thought my world had literally crumbled. I cried for so long that the leather of the sofa was stuck to my face. But my mam said, “Don’t worry, we’ll find you another team.”

Football was simply my life, and I could barely even sit still for tea before I ran back outside to play. I’d wolf it down in five minutes and then run from house to house knocking on all the neighbours’ doors trying to recruit as many of the boys as I could, pestering all the parents — “Is Craig coming out? Is Mark coming out?”

If nobody was up for a game, I’d just kick about in the back lanes by myself. If the ball flew over a fence and the neighbour wasn’t around to throw it back, I’d just run sprints back and forth from one wall to the other. And you have to imagine the back lanes in Sunderland — they’re maybe 10 metres wide, tops. Run, touch the wall, run to the other wall. Back and forth in a grubby lane! I’d be doing this for hours, until dark. That was just my fitness routine.

At the weekend, there was a special at the local pub where if you bought a pint, they’d give you a token for a free bus ride to the Stadium of Light. So my grandpa would go for a drink, and at noon I’d run up the hill to meet him and we’d ride the bus to watch Sunderland play. I was that kid who collected every match programme, the one begging all the players for autographs (and judging the ones who were too cool to sign.)

I remember when I was 13, I begged my mam to let me go see England vs. Turkey at the Stadium of Light. It was a late kickoff, and I had a curfew, but I begged and I begged, “Please let us go!” and finally she said, “Alright, but be back by 10.”

Long story short: Stayed ’til 11 waiting outside the car park. Got David Beckham’s autograph. He had the blonde highlights and everything. He saw me holding up a poster that I'd pulled out from an old football magazine. I was holding it out through the gate with me long arms (thank God for them) and he came right over.

I ended up back home around midnight. Mam was none too pleased with us, but I just remember folding up the poster in my back pocket so she wouldn’t tear it up and thinking, “Right, ground me for a month. Don’t care. Best day of my life.”

When you love football, it’s not rational. You pour everything you have into it, and it’s like you don’t even notice that you’re doing it. I’ll never forget, when I was about 18 or 19 years old, I was trying to break into the England team, and Hope Powell said something to all of us players that is so true:

“If you want to play for England, you have to be obsessed.”

When I was younger, I didn’t really understand what she meant. But looking back on my career now, and what a ridiculous journey it has been, she was absolutely right. I remember when I was playing with my first professional club at Sunderland, we didn’t even have our own kit. The men’s team used to give us their gear from the season before, so it was like a free-for-all to grab what you could. I remember rummaging through the laundry bags because there was a physio by the name of Jocky Scott, and so I’d try to grab his stuff so I could have the JS initials on my shorts. The shorts were so long on us they looked like three quarter lengths, and the red jumpers had been washed so many times that they’d faded to pink, but we were just grateful for whatever we could get.

On away days, we had this rented minibus from the 1980s — the kind where they had the dodgy little lamps at every table where you’d pull the string to turn them on — and we’d literally stop six or seven times on the side of the motorway to pick up the players. Not even at a service station or anything. Just stood on the side of the road, waving. Everybody had a full-time job. These were teachers, policewomen, caterers. But above all, footballers. I remember we used to always stay at a Premier Inn, and it would be four of us to a room. Two in the double bed, one on the settee, and one on the little kiddie pullout bed.

But you know what? Those were the absolute best times. I would go back there in a heartbeat. That’s the God’s honest truth. As a young player, those Everton girls took me under their wing and shaped who I am today. I remember we used to get to the room on a Saturday and race to switch on Match of the Day. All of us crowded around the little TV, drinking a cup of tea, just having a ball.

We’d get back home the next night at two o’clock in the morning, and half the women had to be up for work at six, but they loved it. We all did. If you don’t love it, you don’t last. You can’t. The dream is what sustains you.

I may be saying my goodbyes to football, but we’re going to make this a celebration. No sad faces!! We’ve had too much fun for any tears.

God, this is so embarrassing, but if I can’t embarrass myself during my retirement announcement, when can I really? When I was playing for Everton, I remember I used to make these long drives on the M62 from Sunderland to Liverpool. Just to set the scene for you, I had this legendary Peugeot 106 with alloy wheels, and the radio was broken, and I was always losing my MP3 player, so for the three hour drive I’d pass the time by interviewing myself.

Not in my head. Out loud. I’d be both the interviewer and myself. I was just thinking, One day, this will come in handy….

“Jill, you got a big match coming up this weekend against Arsenal. How’s the team feeling?”

“Yeah, well, obviously it’s a massive opportunity for us….��

Picture this all happening as I’m cruising down the M62 in my little Peugeot, but I’ve also got packets of Dairylea Lunchables and Yazoo milkshakes all over the back seat, because I’ve just stopped off for tea at the petrol station.

Just incredibly serious and professional. Eating a ham and cheese Lunchable, using the Yazoo bottle as a microphone, talking about, “Well, the manager really had us working hard in training this week….”

This was my life. Just surviving, definitely not thriving. I had stopped going to university. I had spent about £20,000 in student loans on petrol.

Imagine, if you would have told me back then that I’d go on to play for England for 16 years?

If you would have told me that I’d live to see 90,000 people packed into Wembley Stadium for a women's European final?

And that I’d be playing in it?

Impossible.

You know what’s funny? This last chapter was almost not written for me. As I was rehabbing from my knee injury, the final team selection for the Euros was looming, and I really had no idea if I was going to make it in. I remember when they called us into Sarina’s office one by one to give us the news, I was so nervous that I’d drunk three Flat Whites in the cafeteria and when I sat down across from Sarina, I was literally shaking.

She said, “Jill, what’s the matter with you?”

I said, “Well, I had three coffees but also I’m nervous so I’m not sure which.”

She said, “You’re going.”

It was just such a massive relief for me, because at 35 years old, I knew it was my last go. I just wanted to give absolutely everything I had left to this team, no matter what that meant.

That tournament … what can I even say?

I am just a big ball of disbelief, even now. I have a gold medal. I can’t stop looking at it, three weeks later. It’s so heavy. It’s so real. I keep dropping it, and I have to ask myself: Was I really there? Did this really happen? Did I really swear live on TV?? Did I really hug Prince William?

I think he broke royal protocol when he gave us this big cuddle, but you could see it in his face — he was just so happy for us. He’s followed our journey all the way along. I just kept saying to him “I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it.”

When I got my MBE I never got to go to Buckingham Palace, because of Covid. Maybe now he can invite me back and he can present us with it.

But it was not just the final. There were so many moments from that tournament when I was sat there, looking around the stadium in our first game, seeing 70,000 people packed into Old Trafford for a women's football match, seeing all the banners and the atmosphere and the emotion … and I’d just think to myself: Look how far we’ve come.

When I had moved to Man City, I was just literally amazed that they even washed our kits. Everyone was getting annoyed with me, because I kept saying it.

“They wash our kits??? They really wash our kits???”

“Jill, shut up!!! Yes they wash the kits. You deserve to have your kit washed.”

Just being able to train like a full professional was magic. (I can hear Nick Cushing shouting, “Jill Scott needs her touches on the ball!!” Without Nick helping me reinvent my career at 26, I wouldn’t have gone on to have another nine years with England. Thank you, Nick.)

Until I was 26, it was a luxury just to be able to get my touches every day. So to see 90,000 people at Wembley for the final against Germany, it was indescribable. Being on the bench for the first half, a part of me was sat there like a fan. I mean, England might actually win something??? Ten minutes into the match, I had to remind myself that I’m not a kid in the stands watching Michael Owen against Argentina or something. I’m really part of the team.

There’s a photo from the start of the match and you can see that everyone else is on the bench smiling and taking in the moment, and I’m just sat there so nervous, thinking: COME ON, England.

The best thing that happened to me was when they called me to warm up in the 77th minute, because at least then I was in control of something. I just snapped out of it and could concentrate on doing my job. I knew what I had to do: Go in there and smash as many players as I could. Close them down. Run my socks off. Shut up shop.

I just wanted to win so, so, so badly, and there was a moment in the game where I lost my head a little bit … which has gone a bit viral and has been turned into mugs and t-shirts (that are currently sitting in my grandma’s house.) Obviously, I wish the BBC cameras didn’t pick it up, but all I can do now is apologise to my grandma: Sorry, Ganny!!!

I had 30 years of football’s heartbreaks and dreams and disappointments built up inside me, and I just wanted to do it for everybody in that stadium … everybody in the country … all them girls having a kickabout in the back lanes. I wanted it so, so bad.

I don’t even remember the moment when Chloe scores, if I’m honest. She’s worrying it’s a foul because she shields the ball so well, and we’re looking at her, she’s looking at me — she’s half took her top off … is it a goal?! Is it not?! Then it gets given, she runs off and it was just chaos. The fans are screaming, her top came fully off, and Wembley went mad. The next thing I know Georgia is awkwardly trying to put Chloe’s shirt back on.

After she scored, I knew we were going to be champions, we had Millie and Leah at the back and Mary in goal. We were not giving up that lead. At the final whistle, I just remember running straight up to Keira and saying, “Thank you for absolutely bossing the midfield the entire tournament.”

After that I did something that I haven’t shared with anyone yet. I ran to the changing rooms to send one text. I didn’t want to be on my phone, but there was one person I needed to message. Mo Marley. Mo was the coach who took a chance on a skinny 18-year-old Jill Scott. If she’d never given me that opportunity, I wouldn’t be where I am today. I can’t say enough good things about Mo. In the changing room, I just messaged her saying, “We did it, Mo.”

Obviously, everyone got to see the absolute scenes in the dressing room on social media after the Euro final. But the thing that really sticks out to me is that night, when we got back to the Lensbury Hotel, me and Millie Bright were sharing a room, and of course we were buzzing so there was no way we were going to sleep. We just sat up all night, literally doing raps and poems and all sorts of nonsense, like little kids. At half seven in the morning, as the sun was coming up, I went for a walk to get a coffee with Lotte without having a minute of sleep, and it was the most surreal moment of my life.

On the walk to the cafe, everybody stopped us.

There were car horns beeping, and people stopping us to take photos with tears in their eyes, and they were just saying, “Thank you.” We walked past the news agents and there were pictures of us on every front page.

ENGLAND. CHAMPIONS.

If you don’t love it, you don’t last. You can’t. The dream is what sustains you.

It felt better than a dream.

But as I like to say: It’s not about the splash. It’s about the dive.

You know the last thing I ever did on a football pitch? It was perfectly me. We had celebrated, the streamers were going off, and I was just sitting there with my medal on the grass for an hour and a half, taking it all in … and I knew, deep in my heart, that this was it.

So many memories came back to me. I thought about Sunderland and all the sprints I had done from wall to wall, 10 metres at a time. I thought about showing up to my first England cap with moulds instead of studs!

Thought about the tattoo I got at 2 o‘clock in the morning in the middle of Liverpool after we beat Arsenal in the Community Shield.

Thought about the unbelievable support of my family all these years – about how Ganny would be telling the painter or the gardener or anyone who stopped by the house, “You know my granddaughter plays for England?”

Thought about all the fans who supported me in my career, and how I’ll never be able to thank them enough.

Thought about how my niece and nephews got to watch their Aunty Jill go out a champion.

Thought about all them little moments with the girls in hotels and changing rooms and minibusses over the years. Those are the things that I’ll miss the most.

(I told you I wasn’t going to cry.)

I just sat there and thought: Right. If this is it, let’s do one more run. So I grabbed Lotte Wubben-Moy as well as our Sports scientist Martin and I said, “You’ve made me do so many box-to-box runs throughout this tournament…. Come on, run one more with us.”

The game had been over for ages, but it just felt right. Suddenly I was like that little girl again, running on her own in the back lanes.

Box to box. Wall to wall.

Only this time I had a gold medal swinging from my neck. That was my way of saying goodbye.

And this is my way of saying thank you.

Jill Scott by The Players Tribune

#Jill Louise Scott #Jill Scott #England WNT #Sunderland Association Football Club Ladies #Everton FC #Manchester City Women's Football Club #Aston Villa Women Football Club #Team GB #Great Britain women's Olympic football team #retirement #football #fußball #fussball #foot #fodbod #futbol #futebol #soccer #calcio

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taki118 · 2 years ago

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SuyaLight Master Post 2

I really like these two there’s not a lot of content for the fandom as a whole soooo her’s my submission as I get every moment of these two royals who literally share a braincell (and I love them for it) First up this is just on the manga if you are anime only its going to have stuff you havent seen yes even with what the anime covers (so read it) and there will be spoilers so beware. If you prefer Demon Monk/Cleric/Leo (which I don’t really get) I am sorry this isnt for you. Lets go! Part 1 is here

Suya shows up at meeting to talk about her nightmare after trying to get rid of her Twilight relents.

Suya needs a bathroom knowing Twilight has similar needs in that area to her she follows him to his.

Too prideful or embarrassed to just say she needs to pee she says something way worse and confusing. So she uses violence to get her way.

After doing what she needs she falls asleep leaving Twilight in pain.

I just find it funny he finds her fiendish

Suya doesn’t like it though, and to stop her kicks he’s willing to make some changes.

Which leads to the weapons downfall cause he’s such a pushover.

Suya used magic to make herself big and well Twilight is the most observant to catch on.

She decides to carry them and its kinda cute.

Again Twilight tries to see the best in Suya believing she was just as lonely as him growing up (which is later proven true) so he lets her join a schools trip to the demon castle to join in fun she missed out on.

But the chapter makes his belief had to justify.

Though He was wrong in the end she just wanted to play and have nap time, she wasnt as malicious as the other demons feared. Still its a misunderstanding between the two.

They get the princess to act like a proper hostage and its too much for Twilights conscious to bear.

Twilight recognizes that they probably caused more problems for themselves in the long run meanwhile Suya starts a real arc for her, countering the notions she’d be taught about Demons with her experiences and wondering just why they hate each other?

So Suya is trying to escape and no one can stop her so Twilight lays a trap.

No one thinks it’d work but obviously he gets her just a little better than most.

After getting her to tell them the reason for her escape (being she wants to buy something) they try to dissuade her before she says this.

It catches them off guard especially Twilight who’s weak to compliments.

After following Suya around the human town all day and dealing with her nonsense they win tickets to a fireworks show where Twilight lays some lore on us.

He reveals a bit why he does what he does and I do think Suya is taking it all to heart.

They think she wants to leave but instead she shows what she would prefer, offering them alternate designs to the less than demon friendly ones on display. This also shows what her long term goals likely are, to bridge the gap between humans and demons.

But its undercut by Suya falling asleep on the way back and Twilight having to carry her with her new vibrating pillow in high.

Suya shows up unexpectedly in his room.

Suya’s logic is unflappable.

Twilight is so scared though its adorable.

Suya wants to know what will happen at a slumber party and Twilight does his best to explain to the best of his knowledge. He’s so cute in this chapter.

(part of me thinks Suya might be Asexual or Aromantic but thats another post)

Anyway after nearly bombing the room cause she doesnt want to think of the hero Suya has Twilight look more into the party but mostly ignores him.

Suya proves that she does actually pay attention and wants to know more about Twilight.

He tries to dodge and it leads to his downfall.

Suya asks an interesting question that leads to pain for Twilight.

At the actual party Suya recalls Twilights explanation.

It’s Halloween and Suya is shown to be pretty face blind though she mostly recognizes them.

Twilight is pretty numb to Suya’s nonsense, but this prompts them to start their own tournament.

It blows up in his face when Suya joins.

However Twilight has learnt how to deal with Suya pretty well.

He offers her a special item for the hero knowing she’d immediately fall asleep. Thus avoiding being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

This still takes place during the anime though there’s segments it didnt adapt.

#sleepy princess in the demon castle #sleepy princess #manga #demon king twilight #Maou-jou de Oyasumi #maoujou de oyasumi #Aurora Sya Lis Goodereste #princess suya #suyalight

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early2000smovieimagines · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Harry Potter

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Harry doesn’t get enough love.)

- You and Harry first meet at Hogwarts but he isn’t really aware of your existence until around fourth year when everyone else in the school turns their backs on him.

- He’s making his way through the crowds of ‘Potter stinks’ buttons when he hears someone call his name. He almost doesn’t stop, expecting the same mocking he’d been receiving all week, but he does stop and there you are, giving him a small, kind smile and telling him that you “just wanted to wish him good luck in the tournament.”.

“I-er, thanks.” He replies awkwardly, looking at you for another quick moment before nodding and quickly retreating.

- A few days later, you were walking around the wooded areas of the school and just so happened to come across him sitting alone. You didn’t want to bother him; especially since you really didn’t know him and you sort of had a crush on the famous boy, but a twig snapped beneath your foot and he quickly glanced up at you, taking away your option of leaving before he saw you.

- Giving a quick hello, apology, and excuse for interrupting him, you moved to walk away before you found yourself turning back and asking if he was alright. It didn’t take him long before he was explaining everything to you and; calmly, ranting about the situation.

- You listen and give him a few words of encouragement before you find yourself walking back to Hogwarts with him, as though it were the most normal thing in the world.

- Little by little, the two of you grow closer and become more comfortable with each other; even though he’s sort of forming a crush on you and gets easily flustered by you.

- Probably unsurprisingly, he doesn’t just drop you when Hermione and, more so, Ron go back to being his friends. Instead, you’re welcomed into their little clique, particularly by Hermione who appreciates having another girl in the group and can immediately see that Harry has feelings for you; even if he stutteringly protests to it.

- Funnily enough, initially, he doesn’t even think to ask you to the Yule ball until you’re sitting at breakfast one day and he looks at you and a light just goes off in his head. He’s just as nervous about asking you as he would be with anyone else; probably even more so considering the fact that he’s pretty much in love with you, but he manages to keep his cool a little better with you since you’re supposed to be his friend.

“Erm, y/n? Would you like to go to the ball with me?”

- When you happily agree, he gives you a “brilliant”, his heart racing and a small smile plastered across his lips.

- Godric, the look on his face when he first saw you the day of the ball. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, his face turning a delicate shade of pink as you first took his arm and gave him a smile. He was so distracted by you that he hardly even noticed that he needed to start dancing with you, he only snapped out of it when you told him to take you by the waist.

- It’s after the ball that he knows for sure that he’s in love with you, and if he’s able to triumph over dragons and defeat Lord Voldemort at the age of one then he can ask out the girl that he’s fallen for, right? Easier said than done.

- Harry is pretty awful with women. He’s awkward and shy and clumsy, and it’s adorable in retrospect; and in some other cases, but it’s not exactly beneficial to the evolution of your relationship. He keeps trying to confess, keeps wondering how he’s gonna do it, tries to do it but is interrupted in some way or just can’t bring himself to actually say what he wants to.

- It isn’t until fifth year that he finally manages to do so. You’re both left alone in the room of requirement as everyone leaves after their most recent lesson. He walks over to you and the two of you talk. You ask him a few questions, make sure he’s alright with everything that’s happening and before you know it, you’re both drifting closer and kissing each other.

- It’s soft and slow, and when you pull away, he’s got this dazed sort of look on his face that gives you butterflies. He gets a hold of himself as you go to grab your things and leave, calling out to you in a quick explosion of words, asking if you’d go out with him.

- He has to repeat himself so that you can actually understand what he’d asked but once he does, a bright smile spreads across your face and his heart skips a beat as you agree.

- Due to a certain frog-faced substitute headmaster, you can’t exactly express your feelings in public, but just knowing that you’re officially his girlfriend gives him a certain sense of comfort and reassurance that otherwise wouldn’t be there.

- The girl of his dreams is finally his and he couldn’t be happier.

- Harry, in general, just isn’t the type of person to be all over you while you’re out in public. He tends to save most of his affection for when you’re behind closed doors, mainly because he’s a bit shy and easily flustered; especially by you.

- Given the fact that Harry was provided with nothing but negative attention throughout his entire childhood, he’s definitely going to be a bit awkward when it comes to affection. That being said: he loves when you give it to him and really starts to crave it after you first pay him special attention.

- Handholding. He’ll tentatively slip his hand into yours while you’re standing together or grip it tightly as you both excitedly run somewhere.

- He could genuinely hug you for hours if you let him.

- Gentle touches.

- Soft kisses.

- Quick kisses in the midst of danger or when he’s leaving to do something important.

- Kissing his scar.

- Ruffling and playing with his consistently messy hair.

- Hair petting. He’ll usually stroke his hand down/through your hair as you kiss.

- Long, loving snogging sessions. Sometimes, you’ll pull off his glasses so that you can kiss him better and he just melts.

- He loves cuddling with you; it’s one of the things that really bring him comfort. You’ll usually be the little spoon whenever you do, he’ll bury his face in your hair and wrap his arms tight around you, not letting go until morning.

- Considering the fact that he has like zero experience with girls, he usually just calls you by your name since that’s what seems most natural to him.

- Flustering him whether you mean to or not; it’s usually quite easy to do since he’s so inexperienced with girls.

- Getting mini gifts. A piece of candy here, a little trinket there, things like that.

- Dates at the Three Broomsticks. He loves kissing you and tasting the butterbeer on your lips.

- Dancing together.

- Spending time alone in the room of requirements.

- Sneaking around all the unknown tunnels and rooms of Hogwarts with him.

- Him using the invisibility cloak to come see you and sneak the two of you out somewhere.

- Study dates.

- Him helping teach you spells and defensive magic. He likes seeing that look of glee on your face when you do something right, and having the excuse to hold and guide your hand/stand close to you.

- Watching his eyes widen in shock and a smile spread across his face when you do something impressive. He’s so proud of you.

- Awkwardly and shyly reading news articles written about the two of you. Your parents have quite the reaction when they find out you’re dating the boy wizard himself.

- Hagrid gushing over and teasing the two of you. He sometimes gets a little sentimental seeing the two of you together. He knew Harry when he was such a wee little thing and here he is, all grown up and in such a lovely little relationship.

- Cheering him on at Quidditch games regardless of what house you’re in. It makes him so happy to see you rooting for him.

- Endearing sarcasm. He can be a smartass when he wants to be.

- Attempting to write to him over the summer.

- Having him stay with you over the summer or at least letting him visit for some time once you hear how he’s treated by the Dursley’s.

- Running to hug him when you’re finally reunited at the beginning of the school year.

- Being teased by Malfoy. Harry has probably almost killed him a couple of times; only stopped by the fact that Ron was holding him back.

- Hermione and Ron giving the two of you looks.

- Becoming a part of the golden “trio” and having double dates with Ron and Hermione.

- Accompanying him on adventures and quests.

- When everything starts to turn to shit around you, he may try to break up with you in order to protect you. He loves you too much to risk you getting hurt because of him.

- Standing by him, even when things go wrong and other people desert him.

- Comforting him. Harry has gone through a lot and though he won’t admit it to most people, he needs a little support. You’re his rock and he couldn’t live without you.

- He always tries his best to comfort you, even though he usually has no idea how or if his plan will work. That being said, he always just seems to know how to cheer you up.

- He’s a pretty jealous person but he tries to hide it most of the time. He hates the thought; and sight, of you with other boys and gets a bit annoyed whenever he sees you with them. He’ll be a bit passive aggressive when you go over to him, saying he’s “brilliant” when you ask what’s wrong. He just doesn’t want to lose you.

- He’s always surprised whenever you actually get jealous over him but he sort of likes it. He feels bad that you’re upset and reassures you that he only loves you but he can’t deny that it feels nice to know that you care enough about him to be jealous.

- Overprotective. After everything that’s happened to him and the people around him, he watches over you like you’re the most precious thing on earth. He’d defend you with his life if he had to.

- Harry tends to give you a sort of silent treatment when he’s mad, usually before saying something passive aggressive or harsh when you don’t really acknowledge his behavior or go to leave him alone. You’ll most likely argue until the issue is solved or until he shuts you out, either doing so by walking away in a huff or causing you to leave by his lack of responses.

- Regardless of whether you were in the wrong or if he was, he’s most likely the one to approach you. If you were in the wrong, he’ll come up to you and make some comment, trying to prompt an apology; because that’s all he really wants.

- If he’s in the wrong, he’ll feel really guilty and keep staring over at you until he can’t take it and finally asks if you can talk. He’ll ask how you are before telling you that he’s sorry and that he knows he was wrong. After he does so, he’ll ask if you forgive him/if you guys can go back to normal, smiling and kissing your cheek when you agree.

- There's quite a few I love you’s in your relationship. He loves hearing you say it; even though it flusters him, and he just feels the need to let you know how much he cares about you; especially as you get older and he loses more people without being able to let them know how important they were to him.

- The two of you will have to go through some difficult situations but he knows he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. You just need to get through this rough patch and then you can have a perfect little life together.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter headcanon #harry potter imagines #harry potter headcanons #hp headcanons #hp imagines #hp imagine #hp headcanon

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leviskokoro · 4 years ago

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Ace is One of The Smartest First Years and Here’s Why

(Contains spoilers for the main story, Ace’s personal stories, events, and etc.)

I made a theory on how physically strong Rook must be, so it’s time to go on the opposite spectrum and talk about how intelligent Ace is.

People often like to joke that Ace is part of the shared braincell trio. Heck, even I’m very guilty of this. But how true is this exactly?

While he’s certainly not at Azul’s or Jamil’s level of intelligence, Ace has shown multiple times that he’s very capable of lying and manipulating people. He’s also displayed intelligence in several instances.

Main Story

First of all, let me discuss how he shows intelligence in the main story. The very first thing Ace does in the main story when we meet him is trick MC and Grim, hiding his true emotions towards them until he couldn’t take it anymore and decided to make fun of them. He was able to hold up this friendly facade to explain the Great Seven to them.

In chapter one, Ace may have made the stupid decision to challenge Riddle when he’s just a first year with not much experience with using magic, but he was also the one who went off on Riddle repeatedly for his actions. Personally I believe this was a good display of his emotional intelligence.

In chapter two, he and Deuce help with catching the culprit and it was revealed that he was only doing it to gain Riddle’s favor so that he could play in the magift tournament. While this doesn’t exactly work out for the two of them, this still shows how often he can put up a nicer facade to trick people since this is already the second time he’s done this.

In chapter three, Ace is shown to have gotten the highest score among him, Deuce, and Grim. His score was over 90 points. I understand that this was mostly because of Azul’s notebook but it’s still quite interesting how much information he managed to soak up from that notebook in order to get such a high score compared to the other two. Later on, he distracts the mer-guard by acting like a big fan of merfolk and he does this extremely well. He got the mer-guard to talk to him and they had a conversation about the Little Mermaid movie.

And in chapter five, he was able to do mental maths quickly and told Deuce the total madol that MC and Grim would get if they let the VDC team use the Ramshackle Dorm.

Personal Stories

Now that we’ve discussed Ace’s actions in the main story, let’s move on to his personal stories. These stories are filled with a lot more instances of Ace being calculating and cunning.

In his School Uniform R Personal Story, he attempts to manipulate Trey into spilling the possible contents of an upcoming test. After his attempt failed, he tells Trey that his brother taught him to add a bit of truth into a lie.

In his PE Uniform Story, Ace says that he can see the hoop once and shoot without having to look at it a second time. Riddle says that he has good spatial awareness. Then Ace ends up proving that this isn’t a lie when he catches a magift disc that could’ve hit Riddle’s head.

Now for his SR stories. In his Lab Coat Story, Ace manages to pull a mandragora perfectly on the first try. This shows how fast Ace learns.

Then in his Ceremonial Robe Story, Ace got bored of the ceremony and decided to sneak out. How did he do this? He specifically said that he should grab another person that looks weak so that if they got caught, he could say that the other person needed to get to the infirmary. Then he grabbed Epel. While he was out and talking to Epel, he mentioned his brother and said his brother could recommend good places to skip out on. He also says that if he decides to take a nap on a bench and gets caught by a teacher, he could feign a stomach ache.

Now to discuss SSRs. First off, the Dorm Uniform Story. We see that Cater says Ace is cunning when he shows him card tricks. Ace reveals that he learned card tricks from his brother by watching him over and over and memorizing them. This shows that Ace has a good memory and Cater even says this as well. Then he had to look for the lost hedgehogs and Rook offered his assistance (after calling his aura pathetic). Ace managed to memorize some mole language, a language that’s level is beyond what most animal language majors even reach in college, after Rook taught him once.

In his Birthday Suit Story, MC describes him as pretty dexterous. Ace’s dominant hand is his right but he can also use his left hand to build a tower.

Extra Notes

The thing I noticed about Ace is that he doesn’t want to work so much. He’s shown multiple times that he just wants to have fun and not have to strive to work so hard. This was most evident in his PE story when Riddle said he’d consider choosing him for interdorm sports events and Ace responded by saying he doesn’t want harsh work. He usually seems to use his intelligence and cunning wit to make things easier for him or to amuse himself.

It could be possible that the only reason he made a contract with Azul was because he just didn’t want to have to study so much.

That being said— With how well Ace can put up a convincing facade and how he doesn’t want to put much effort into things, could it be possible that Ace is a genius but puts up a “dumbass” persona so that people won’t expect much from him and have him go through harsher work? He also isn’t exactly the type of guy who always wants to stand out, as revealed by him getting embarrassed in the Ghost Marriage story and his Birthday story. So if he acts dumber than he really is, he won’t stand out much and people won’t expect things from him.

Update: I looked into the magical archives book for Ace and noticed that the first things it talks about when it cames to Ace is how smart he is. If that doesn’t confirm he’s the genius among the first years, I don’t know what will.

Conclusion

Every first year has their own type of intelligence. Deuce is very empathetic, Jack has a good mind for strategic thinking, Epel learns pretty quickly and has his experience in the country, and Sebek is book smart.

But Ace displays multiple forms of intelligence and uses it often for his own benefit.

While Ace isn’t anywhere near Azul or Jamil’s levels of intelligence, he’s shown to have much potential. He’s displayed multiple instances of being cunning and calculative. While he still has done some pretty “dumb” things, that doesn’t erase the things he’s still capable of. I can imagine that he could possibly develop to have a lot more intelligence later on when he matures and if he actually made a bigger effort to do so.

#twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond #riddle rosehearts #twst analysis

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Boyfriend!Kuroo x F!Reader (feat. Kenma/Nekoma)

Genre: fluff, smut

Prompt: “you better be quiet, princess”

Warnings: punishment, vibrating toys, overstimulation, oral sex (both receiving), degradation, public masturbation, choking, swearing, voyeurism, lingerie, name calling (slut, daddy, master)

Words: 10.4k

A/N: This is a College!AU! where Nekoma is Kuroo’s college team, therefore all characters have been aged up! I don’t see Kuroo as a fuckboy sex god, but I do think he knows exactly what he’s doing in the bedroom.

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Summary: After your boyfriend Kuroo finds out his team will be having a dinner party after their first day at the National Tournament, you offer a little extra motivation. Little did you know, you’d be suffering in a deafening silence before the night ends.

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Spending time with your long term boyfriend Kuroo has been your source of comfort, happiness, and simplicity. He’s an attentive lover, so much so that you wonder if he lives inside your brain, accurately reading your every thought. The pair of you met in high school during your second year and shortly became a couple afterwards, adored by your peers. As loyal as they come, Kuroo is loved by all who meet him. He has always motivated you throughout all your days, easy and difficult, helping you grow alongside him. Every morning that you wake up and pry your sluggish body out of bed to leave for school, every extra unnecessary purchase you decline yourself, every assignment you force yourself to finish is all for the sake of becoming a stronger partner for your accomplished boyfriend. He makes every inconvenience an opportunity and his ability to change the mood of a situation amazes you. That’s why it comes as no surprise to you when he’s able to create chaos within you at a moment’s notice.

He’s no stranger to fabricating playful competitions between the two of you which result in complete and utter pleasure for you, usually. The way he tempts and taunts you ever so slightly for weeks on end allowing you no release creates a hunger within you so insatiable even Kuroo himself can’t deny it. He knows exactly which buttons to press to make your face flush a bright rosy pink. How to conjure a heat between your thighs like magic at the will of his speech. Knowing he doesn’t even have to touch you to make you frustrated gives him an immense amount of pleasure. He loved corrupting you into the kinky succubus you’ve become, thanks to his overwhelming talents. You boast that your boyfriend is an absolute god in the bedroom, the best you’ve ever had, since he’s had a lot of practice with you. So when he creates bets and games that end in sinful pleasure, you can’t help but accept his offer and gamble with your body in hopes of a sweet reward.

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“Babe, you’ll never guess what coach just texted us!” says a wide eyed Kuroo, leaning next to you on the bed to reveal blue and grey chat bubbles from the Nekoma volleyball group chat.

You read the latest text from Coach Nekomata announcing that they will be having a team dinner following their first day at Nationals, followed by excited texts from the other boys asking if there will be meat. Typical.

“Wow, that sounds like it’ll be really fun! You’ll deserve it after your match tomorrow,” you say, excited for your boyfriend.

“It sounds like a good time, but I had other things in mind as a celebration instead,” he says in a low voice, smirking and putting his hand on your thigh.

“Noooo sir,” you snicker, removing his hand. “It’s getting late and you need to get plenty of rest. We don’t have time for any of that tonight.”

“Is that so? Daddy wants to win tomorrow and in order to do that, I need to relieve some of this stress. You’ll be a good girl and get on your knees for me, won’t you?”

The look in his eyes is dark and moody while the corner of his mouth turns upwards in a sadistic smirk. You knew this means he has a strong desire to be pleased and won’t be satiated until he’s been properly taken care of by his submissive slut. You also knew this was the best time to tease him and make him even more aggressive with you, but tonight was different. The usual hunger that constantly dwells within you has dissipated and a new sensation is causing an uproar in your mind you cannot shake; torment him.

Moving towards your raven-haired lover with a sensuous grin swept across your face, you crawl over top of him and lean down only inches away from his lips and get ready to utter the words that could easily be your demise. Wrestling with the need to satisfy your own cravings and carry out your bratty ploy, you hover over him a few seconds longer enjoying the sight of his full lips. Deciding to stay strong in your idea to tease him, you gently kiss him before pulling away and laying back down on the bed next to him.

“No thanks,” you retort as you watched the dismay fill his face. Witnessing a sight so rare made it difficult to contain your laughter until sheer devilishness contorted his face. Before he could utter a word about your disobedience, the brightest idea flooded your brain.

“Instead, let’s play a game.”

“Don’t test my patience,” he warns. “You better think long and hard before you explain this little game of yours because if it doesn’t satisfy me, you will have a long night ahead of you.”

Knowing how serious and restless he’s becoming, you create a deal that will entertain you while giving him enough pleasure in the long run that he won’t torment you too much.

“If you win tomorrow, I will let you do whatever you want to me for one night; any of your wildest fantasies you’d love to try on me and I won’t tell you to stop. However if you lose, I get to use you in any way that pleases me,” you explain hoping he will agree to this deal knowing you’ll win either way.

Kuroo stares at you confused for a moment before busting out in a deep laugh.

“Chibi-chan, that isn’t such a fair deal.. for you. We both know I’m going to win tomorrow on the court and then I will take you as my prize,” he taunts. Just the thought of him immediately coming to scoop you up in his arms after winning the game and taking you to the locker room to claim you has you biting your lip.

“..in straight sets. You have to win in straight sets.”

“Deal,” he says with a sly grin, pulling you closer and positioning your leg bent over top of his, giving him a perfect handful of your ass.

“Watch your hands, lover boy. You can wait until tomorrow to have your fun with me,” you tease.

“Just be prepared because I’m going to punish you thoroughly for being such a disrespectful little brat when I win tomorrow and I’m going to enjoy every last second of watching you come completely undone at my touch.”

“Promise?” you smirk, biting your lip.

“Promise,” he glares at you with sultry eyes.

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The next morning you wake up feeling drowsy, the excitement of your bet kept you awake leaving too many thoughts running through your head waiting to be sorted. Noticing the cool feeling of the sheets behind your back, you turn around to notice Kuroo missing from your bed. “How long has he been gone?” you thought. As you check the time on your phone, you smell the disgustingly delicious aroma of a familiar scent coming from the kitchen. Bacon.

Mustering the strength to stand up, you quickly stretch before wrapping yourself in your blanket like a burrito to contain the warmth of your body. In the kitchen you discover Kuroo slaving himself over the stove cooking up a full breakfast for the two of you to share together. His generosity knows no bounds, but with the distress you caused your horny boyfriend last night, you became skeptical about the intentions of this homemade meal.

“Good morning, beautiful. I hope I didn’t wake you,” he says smiling.

“What’s all this for, baby?”

Kuroo finishes plating your food and places it on the table next to a large glass of cranberry juice. He gently kisses your cheek before sitting down across from you. “Can’t I make my girlfriend a nice breakfast?” he pouts.

“Since when did we have this?” you ask, taking a sip of your cranberry juice.

“I went out this morning and bought some. I want my dessert to taste extra sweet tonight,” he snickers.

You roll your eyes at his filth while trying to hide your excitement, reminiscing how absolutely divine his tongue feels on your sensitive bud. Attempting to ignore the ungodly thoughts plaguing your mind, you quickly chug down a few sips of your juice, before instantly being brought back to reality by the mildly acidic taste. Kuroo hasn’t taken his eyes off you once since you’ve sat down and you’re hoping he didn’t notice the effect he had on you with the insinuation of being given such an intimate gift, but nothing gets past the trained eyes of the captain.

“Isn’t it a little too early to be making a mess of yourself, love?” he teases looking up at you before taking a bite of his food. The way he dangles his fork loosely in his hands in front of his mouth gives you a perfect view of the veins slightly embossed in his knuckles. You clench down your teeth in a feeble attempt at cooling yourself down. A pink flush radiates across your cheeks as you realize a second later that your panties are already slightly wet with your slick. Your eyes shut closed slowly as you sigh and bite your lip, aggravated that he caught you so easily.

“I’ll allow it this time, but don’t even dream of touching yourself before this little game of yours has claimed its victor.” He lifts himself off his chair and approaches behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them with his strong hands. He whispers in your ear, “if I can’t have you, you can’t either.”

After taking a hot shower to make an attempt at calming yourself down, you can’t seem to make any leeway as your imagination runs wild on possibilities for tonight. Running through every lustful dream you’ve been waiting to try with Kuroo if you win and wondering what he could possibly want from you if he wins. You manage to obey his one simple request and refrain from touching yourself, but the way he got you worked up so easily made you so frustrated. Upon finishing your shower, you pat yourself dry and head back to your room where you find Kuroo almost ready to leave.

“I have to head out early for warm ups and a little meeting so I’ll have to meet you at the gym. You have the directions, right-” he stops as he turns around and watches your towel fall to the ground, leaving your bare ass before his eyes. He looks you up and down, biting his lip, imagining all the things he wishes he could do to you if he had the time.

“Oops, my towel fell,” you flirt as you bend over to pick it up, exposing your folds for a brief moment before you straighten up again.

Suddenly you feel his clothed body pressed against you and his length hardening against your back, while he leans down and whispers in your ear, “I will have no mercy on you tonight. You want to act like a slut so desperate for this cock, I’ll make you beg for it.” He leans down and gives you a quick peck on your bare shoulder before collecting his things and making his way out the door.

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You finally make it to the gym and are able to score a seat in the front row of the stands with some Nekoma alumni Kuroo had introduced to you before. The boys finished their first match in straight sets, taking the victory as you cheered them on through every play. You could tell Kuroo was putting in extra effort at blocking today, glancing at you every now and then with an expression that says “prepare yourself.” He must be intimidating up close, since this team had trouble spiking against him, not that you’re surprised by your boyfriend's skill.

After finishing up on the court, the team joined you up in the stands waiting for the next team they’d be playing to finish their game. Kuroo made his way over to you only to be cut off by a tall, silver haired boy you were close friends with.

“Y/n! Did you see me out there?” Lev asked you excitedly.

You looked up at your boyfriend who was attempting to hide his disappointment, but sat behind his teammate for you to catch up. Noticing the expression on his face, you decided to rile him up a bit and test the boundaries of his temper.

“Of course I saw! You’re the ace so everyone is watching you,” you say charmingly while putting your hand on his shoulder and looking back at Kuroo with a smirk. His eyes bulge staring at you, but he tries to play cool.

Lev looks at you with stars in his eyes, adorably excited by being noticed as the ace. “Really? Thanks y/n!” he says as he hugs you tightly.

Kuroo’s eyes flare up even more and he starts looking visibly angry. You look up at him helpless with innocent eyes that say “I didn’t do anything wrong”, loving the reaction you were getting from your flustered captain. Before either of you knew what was happening, Lev received a slap to the back of his head and immediately pulled away from you.

A feisty blonde stands above Lev with an expression that looks to be a mixture of fear and anger. “What the hell are you doing, baka?! Kuroo is going to murder you for that!” he exclaims.

Obviously unaware of his surroundings, Lev turns around to see your boyfriend staring at him while he cracks his knuckles in his hands, his eyebrows furrowed. “S- Sorry Kuroo-san. I couldn’t help it. She called me the ace!” he exclaims, earning a glare from Kuroo who still looks unamused at the tall boy’s antics.

“Don’t touch her,” he says sternly. Kuroo normally isn’t quite this possessive, but you think back to his words this morning and realize why he’s acting this way. “If I can’t have you, you can’t either.” The thought of anyone touching your body before he’s allowed to makes his blood boil.

In perfect timing, the next round is about to start so the boys start heading back down to practice their serves and spikes before they face their new opponent. As the team makes their way out, Kuroo stops by and gives you a kiss on the cheek before he whispers in your ear, “one more dirty trick and I will punish you right here for everyone to see since you seem to like an audience so much.”

Before you can say anything in response, he leaves to join the others out on the court. You wonder if you’re pushing him too far, but quickly justify your actions with reason. He’s more than capable of staying focused during games and as for your teasing, the worst he can do is punish you which was expected either way. You had nothing to worry about, or so you thought.

Kuroo seemed distracted during this match. They were barely able to take the first set and you weren’t sure if that was because their opponent was simply better than the last team or if you’d really gotten into his head when you flirted with Lev. All you can do now is cheer on your man, you think to yourself, and accept your punishment later.

Approaching the back right corner of the court in a fresh rotation is none other than Kuroo, preparing to serve during their match point in a very close game. He looks over at you and the look on his face makes you freeze, knowing just how he’s feeling. The most stressful serve of the game rests upon his shoulders.

“Kuroo, nice serve!” you cheer, as you stare at your boyfriend with eager anticipation. He nods at you and for a moment, the corners of his lips turn upwards.

The whistle blows and Kuroo serves a perfect ball right to the opponents setter, limiting their options during the play. After a few short volleys, the ball goes back to the opponent and they make their last efforts to win the game. Their setter sends the ball left, just as Kuroo had anticipated, as the spiker lines up for the kill. Jumping at the perfect time, Kuroo and Lev leap up to block the ball. The spiker aims for a cross and sends the ball right into Kuroo’s hands. He completely shuts the ball out as they watch it fall on their opponents side. Their libero vaults towards the falling globe, extending his arm out as far as he can. Managing to get close enough to receive it is already slightly annoying, but the match is settled when their libero is unable to connect with the ball, just a fingertip away.

The boys burst out in cheers, running to each other for a team hug while everyone frantically jumps, excited to play the sport they love for at least one more game together at nationals. You run down to the court as fast as you can and run to your boyfriend who opens you with arms wide open, jumping up to hug him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you exclaim with a smile stretching from ear to ear.

“Thank you, my love. You know what this means?”

You wait for him to make a smart remark about punishing you, but instead he answers, “this means we’re going to dinner.” The smirk radiating on his face has you confused. You assume this means he’s going to surprise you after dinner with whatever he has in mind for your punishment. Little did you know he had already planned every minute of the rest of your night.

You give him a kiss before he retreats to the locker room with his teammates and gets cleaned up for dinner. After staying back to talk to the alumni that came to the match while you waited for everyone to finish, Coach Nekomata approached the group.

“It’s so nice to see you again,” he says to his former students. “and y/n, always a pleasure. Please keep cheering for us. Your presence brings us great strength.” His words are warm and comforting, especially knowing he means exactly as he says. “We’re having dinner together tonight as a team. All of you are more than welcome to join us,” he says before taking his leave.

The alumni talk amongst themselves and decide they will all be attending the dinner since they have extra time and miss their former teammates. You maintain conversation with the alumni, asking questions about Kuroo and his past on the volleyball team. It’s not every day that you get to hear first hand from an outside source all about the mannerisms of volleyball player Kuroo.

Finally the doors to the locker room open and we wait in anticipation, but only your boyfriend walks out. Approaching him, you ask why he came out alone.

“I have a present for you. Go put it on,” he orders.

“This is so sweet. What is it for?” you wonder.

“Decoration for my prize,” he whispers, shooting you a wink.

Your eyebrow lifts up as your smirk matches his. Brushing past your lover, you make your way to the restroom for some privacy. Knowing his tendencies, you couldn’t even imagine what was in the bag, but you knew you probably didn’t want to unveil it on the gymnasium floor while other teams and camera crews were on their way out. Your boyfriend was the classic boy-next-door type. He does well in his studies, he’s laid-back and kind, and loves spending time with his friends. This dominant side of him only comes out in fragments when he teases, occasionally referred to as a provocateur, but no one would believe you if you told them how much he loves treating you as if you were a whore so needy for his cock. If you were honest with yourself, that’s exactly what you were.

Pushing aside the tissue paper, you see red fabric curled up at the bottom of the bag. Removing it carefully, it feels heavier than you had imagined. You unfold the lacy thong to feel a weighted object at the front end of the crotch. “Oh no,” you thought.

Holding up your end of the deal, you slip on the panties and put the ones you were wearing in the gift bag. Making your way out of the restroom, you’re surprised to find Kuroo standing outside the door waiting for you. He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the exit. “Come on, everyone is waiting for us to go eat. You sure took your sweet time, love. Does that mean you’re excited?”

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Before you knew it, you were at the restaurant being seated with the rest of the team. You sat down next to your boyfriend and began socializing about their matches and catching up with the rest of the team. While you're in the middle of a conversation with Inuoka, you feel the little vibrator inside your panties turn on and rattle against your clit just enough to surprise you and make you jump. Your leg hits the underneath of the table as you yelp, gaining a few startled stares from the team.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Inuoka asks with a worried expression.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a leg spasm,” you cover, shooting a glance at your boyfriend who looks very pleased with himself, leaving the vibrator turned on.

You reach down to grab more food and lift it to your mouth, blowing on it to prevent your mouth from burning, but also using it as a cover for the sighs leaving your lips. Taking a bite, you purr “mmngh this is so delicious!” You glance over at your boyfriend who looks a little agitated that you’ve managed to find a way to cope with the situation so quickly. Every time he increases the level on his remote controlling the vibrator in your panties, you take a bite of food and moan into it, disguising your pleasure as an erotic lust for food. You may appear strange to others, but this is the best you can do under the circumstances to ride out your high without being caught.

Kuroo leans next to you and whispers in your ear, keeping his volume loud enough that the people close to you could hear if they paid attention to you. “You better keep quiet, princess.”

“But it’s so good!” you whine, dipping your fingertip in sauce before kitten-licking it clean.

“You’re making such a mess of yourself,” he growls, wiping a bit of sauce leftover on your lower lip with his thumb.

“Ew, get a room,” a disgusted Lev shrieks.

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The rest of the night proceeds as expected. Every time you try to speak to anyone when there’s a considerable amount of attention on you, he turns the vibrator on and shocks you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” asks Fukunaga. “You’ve been jittery all night.”

“I’m just excited to see you guys play again tomorrow. Can’t help myself from shaking with excitement!” you explain, slightly lying and exaggerating to circumvent the tension building. You glance at your lover with a hint of annoyance, knowing he’ll pick up on your impatience for dealing with this punishment. In response, he turns up the power level to the third of seven settings, shooting you a glance that reads “I’m not done with you yet.” You clench your legs shut in search of relief only to gain the opposite. Your fingernails dig into the soft palm of your hand attempting to prevent a reaction as the pressure builds at your core.

As embarrassing as it would be for you to be caught doing something like this, especially in the presence of someone as respected as the Coach, it’s turning you on immensely being in the presence of so many people whilst having your sensitive bud being toyed with by your boyfriend. Discreetly, you move your hand to his lap and rub your hand over his bulge, earning you an increase to level four. Your hand naturally retreats away from him as you flinch, taking the change in speed as a warning not to be too bold since this is your punishment after all, but you can’t resist and you reach your hand back over, palming him through his sweatpants.

Looking mildly flustered, Kuroo allows you to touch him and ease some of the stiffness he’s feeling from the confinement of his pants. You glance up into his dark eyes and you smirk at each other, enjoying the scandalous situation you’re both in, before turning your head back to the table to avoid suspicion. Just waiting for one of you to slip up and be too obvious is sounding more and more like a challenge than he had ever intended it to be. A glutton for punishment, you take his hand under the table and slip it under your skirt, guiding his fingers to the wet slick seeping through your new panties and he lets out a small sigh. You bite your lip at the thought of what he’d do to you if you were at home, and Kuroo noticed this too. He saw you were lost in thought so he used it as the perfect opportunity to change the rhythm of the vibrator. Still on level four, the tempo of the vibrations shifted as he moved through the three options the device had. As he stumbled on the third, a wave of pleasure ran through your body and you couldn’t hold back as a whimper escaped your swollen lips.

Luckily the group was getting a little rowdy since the alumni at the end of the table were already drunk. This time you barely managed to hold yourself back, but the increasing swarm of pleasure rising through you was pushing you dangerously close to your climax. You shot your boyfriend another expression, warning him you’re almost at your limit, but he just smiled at you knowing exactly what you meant.

Due to all the pulses your throbbing clit is receiving, it’s almost impossible to eat anything now. You’re trying your best to avoid suspicion, but every time you have a piece of food up to your mouth, he zaps you and your hand shakes. You could handle everything else, but not being able to eat was frustrating you more than words could describe. You were going to need a lot of energy to keep up with him tonight and he wasn’t providing you with any sustenance.

Looking up, you see the teammate sitting across from you staring at your boyfriend. The setter glanced at Kuroo and back in your direction before averting his attention back to another conversation. “Did he notice something he shouldn’t have?” you wonder, but quickly dismissing the question as your folds begin throbbing from the intensity of the vibrator on your clit.

You took a sip of your water, draining your cup, trying to avoid eye contact with the boys. Kuroo hasn’t experimented with the remote while you were drinking thus far so you thought of it as your safe haven when you need to take a brief break. However, you’re now completely out of water and have to ask for more.

“Excuse me, could someone pass me more- ahh!” you yelped. Everyone was looking in your direction now, not only the group you came in with, but people seated at nearby tables as well. Your head ran completely blank as the embarrassment took over. You feel like everyone knew your dirty little secret of how your boyfriend was viciously toying with you in public, even in front of his respected elders.

The setter who was staring at you earlier broke the silence. “Sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean to kick you.” You were startled by the sudden apology, especially because you were both aware he didn’t touch you.

“That’s okay, Kenma. I was just surprised, that’s all,” you explain. Everyone calmed down after they heard his apology, but it only makes your heart beat faster. You turn to Kuroo and notice him staring down at his phone, typing away at something. You sneak a glance and see messages to Kenma.

“Do you know?”

“Do I know that you’re messing around with your girlfriend at a team dinner? Yeah, I know.”

“How did you figure it out? You’ve been single for as long as I’ve known you.”

“I’m single, not blind. Just go easy on her. If Coach finds out what’s going on, you’ll be doing diving drills as punishment.”

“The only punishment I’m focused on is hers.”

After he sends that final text, he puts his phone away and suddenly, the most powerful surge of vibrations you’ve felt this whole night came rushing to your core, forcing you to grip the table and bite down on your lip hard to suppress the moans attempting to escape from your tightly locked lips. You grip your boyfriend’s thigh with the other hand and shoot him a look that says everything he needed to know. You were about to cum right in the middle of the restaurant.

Knowing this, Kuroo didn’t dare change the level and interrupt the waves of pleasure being released through your lower half. Instead he leaned in to whisper in your ear words that made you blush.

“Since you like an audience so much and he already knows your little secret, I want you to look at Kenma when you cum for me.”

You look up at your boyfriend smirking as he nods his head in the direction of Kenma who was already staring at you. His gaze was different than when you first locked eyes after he had protected you from getting caught. Instead, his eyes are piercing as if to undress you with his eyes. He knows exactly what’s happening to you and for some reason, you find it unbelievably exciting. You bite your lip and ogle his movements, knowing he’s trying hopelessly to conceal his hardening length underneath his sweatpants.

“Do you see what you’re doing to him, y/n? I can only imagine how fucking sexy you’d look taking him in your mouth,” he hums.

The idea of your boyfriend watching as another man takes advantage of you has come up in your fantasies before. Maybe if you had won the bet, you would’ve asked for a threesome, but you push that thought to the back of your mind as your orgasm washes over you. You grip Kuroo’s leg hard, feeling like you were about to crush his bones. Obeying his orders, you look directly into Kenma’s eyes as you struggle to prevent your face from contorting and giving up your secret to the rest of the table. Kenma bites his lips as he gets drunk off the expressions you’re giving him. He’s unable to pull his eyes away from you and his arousal increases steadily. You see his hands move over his crotch, slightly palming himself.

You lean over to Kuroo and without taking your eyes off his best friend, you whisper, “Seems to me like he’s being punished just as much as I am. You won’t allow him any release?”

‘I know you like an audience, baby, but you’re mine and only mine. He can look and dream all he wants, but can’t touch,” he whispers back at you. For challenging him, he finally increases the device to its highest level. An overwhelming flash of white comes to your vision as you’re now shaking uncontrollably. His firm hand grips your thigh, steadying you to prevent speculation in your final moments. Kenma watches you closely as his deep lust washes over him and he’s forced to quickly announce his departure to the restroom, obvious to the pair of you that he needs to finish himself off in private.

As you ride the wave of pleasure until completion, you’re left feeling filthy in your chair. Heaving and out of breath, you look at your proud boyfriend and mutter the words he’s been waiting to hear.

“We need to go home. Now,” you say quietly, yet stern, the fire of your lust still ablaze in your eyes.

Smirking at you and putting his hand on your leg once more, he rubs his fingertips on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your dripping entrance. His eyes drift to his teammates as he speaks, “Coach, if it’s okay I think I should take y/n home now before it gets too late.” His hands squeeze your thigh slightly, letting you know he hasn’t stopped paying attention to your needs.

“Rest well tonight so you’re prepared for the games tomorrow. The competition will only be getting harder from here on out, okay? Take her home safely,” Coach Nekomata replies.

Standing up to leave, you smile at the team as you try to cover yourself up as much as possible, trying to keep yourself from getting caught when you’ve already gotten this far. Your slick has already seeped through your panties and coated your thighs in sweet juices so you try keeping your legs closed as much as possible.

“Thank you, Coach. We’ll be leaving now.” Your boyfriend says his goodbyes for the night and walks behind you out the door.

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You walk out the front door of the restaurant and no sooner does Kuroo have his hands on your waist. Smiling at his touch, you turn around and look up at your boyfriend giving you a pleased grin.

“You did so well in there, princess. Although I’m going to discipline you for being such a brat,” he leans down pressing his lips to your ear. “Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to fuck you right then and there, for everyone to see that you’re mine?”

You bite your lip upon hearing his words, knowing you were able to offer a little torture to him as well made you lean against him, your body pressed against his. A sigh falls from his lips and he starts walking forward slowly, letting you know he was ready to start walking again. On your way to the bus stop, you can’t help but mention a thought you had while in the restaurant.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can, dummy. What’s on your mind?”

“Would you ever be interested in a threesome?” you ask quietly, turning your head from him to avoid letting him see how bashful that thought made you.

“Hm, I’m not sure. I never seriously considered it because I like having you all to myself, but maybe that’s something we can try. Seeing how wet you got when Kenma watched you was really hot,” he explains.

You smile slightly looking down at your footsteps in line with your boyfriends. Worried that the question would make things awkward for a moment, a swarm of relief fills your troubled mind. Kuroo had always been ready to try new things, especially if you mentioned you wanted to try it first, but this felt different. As adventurous as he is, he is also very protective of you. You thought he might get jealous and neglect the question entirely, but you were happy he’s even considering it. Suddenly all your worries fade away, not sure why you even had them in the first place with a boyfriend as amazing as him.

“Who would you want to join us?” you ask, the question sounding very light as your tone shifts.

“How could you ask me that?” he jokes. “You’re the one who’d be getting railed by them.”

“What about Kenma?”

“No, absolutely not. I think his heart would combust from the excitement of the situation, baby.”

You both laugh, joking together about fantasies you may act on one day. Talking to your boyfriend like this was so comforting, knowing you could confide in him about anything, but it also really turned you on. Hearing all of his kinks and fantasies spilling from his lips only makes you want to fulfill those dreams for him. You know he’d do anything to please you and acting on your own fantasies brings him immense amount of pleasure. As long as he can make you cum, he’s game for anything you desire.

---

On the bus ride home, you rest your head on his shoulder. There weren’t many people around so you didn’t feel the need to be as careful when initiating skinship. You were seated in the back corner, far from the gazes of other passengers who chose to stand in the front. Feeling your touch, he kisses your forehead before resting his cheek on the top of your head. Enjoying the feeling of his warmth, you close your eyes and allow yourself to get lost in thoughts of your lover. He wasn’t a perfect man by any means, but you knew he’d always try his best to take care of you and make you happy. You were lucky to have found a man who is not only your lover, but your best friend as well. The time you’ve spent by his side made you realize that he was the only one you could ever call yours. No one else could compare to the love you held in every corner of your heart for him.

“Baby,” you call.

“Hm?” Kuroo lifts up his head to look at you as you do the same.

“How did I get so lucky to have you?”

A smile creeps onto his face as he chuckles at your question. “You know, I still get butterflies when I look at you? Every morning I wake up with you by my side and I wonder what I did to deserve this life I’ve been given.”

“I love you so much, Kuroo Tetsurou,” you say, smiling as you stare into his hazel eyes.

“I love you too, chibi-chan,” he said, smiling back at you. He leaned in and kissed your cheek, but instead of pulling away, he leaned in close to your ear and whispered. “I can’t wait to show you how much I love you when I make you see stars tonight.”

“Oh my god,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Go to horny jail, you perv!” You can’t help but laugh as you swat your boyfriend’s toned thigh.

Both of you spend the ride home laughing and joking with each other. You listened as he shared stories about his teammates and he listened to your stories about Karasuno that you heard from Kiyoko and Yachi, your best friends. Nearby passengers gaze at the pair of you with jealous eyes, unbeknownst to you, as they admire your relationship. An old woman seated a few rows ahead has been listening to you banter and enjoy each others’ company as she stares out the window, watching the city lights pass her by. “Oh, young love. What I wouldn’t give to remember that feeling again,” she thinks to herself as she smiles.

---

As you finally arrive at your shared apartment, you both enter and shut the door behind you, kicking off your shoes. Suddenly you’re swept off your feet, being held in the arms of Kuroo who is now carrying you bridal style towards your bedroom. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck to secure yourself to him. He turns on the light as he enters the doorway and carefully places you at the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss you. His lips feel soft against yours, pulling you into a passionate kiss before stepping back. He stands up and makes his way to the candle on your dresser, lighting it before turning off the bedroom light.

He approaches you slowly, “Since we won our matches in straight sets, just as you asked, it’s time for me to claim my reward.” His knee comes between your legs as he leans down on you, forcing you to move backwards on the bed and spread your legs to either side of his body to allow him space to crawl up with you. The warm glow of the candle highlights the outline of his body as if the sun itself kissed his skin and allowed him to possess its radiance. You can’t help but admire his breathtaking features as he hovers over you, and with this he explains the details of his promised reward between soft kisses.

“I want to take my time with you,” he finally says, peppering kisses on your jawline. “I want you to feel my desire for you raging through me.” His kisses move down your neck slowly. “I want to make love to you,” he admits before his kisses become harder. “And I want you to be a good girl for me.” He sucks carefully on your neck as you close your eyes, enjoying every honey-drenched word uttered from your boyfriend’s mouth. Your hand creeps up the back of Kuroo’s neck as you run your fingers through his raven hair. An airy moan escapes your lips when he bites at your neck, leaving a bruise.

He leans up and looks in your eyes with a serious, yet sultry expression plastered on his face. “Do you think you can do that for me, kitten?” The corner of his lips pulls up into a smirk that has you questioning what awaits you, but as promised, you must comply.

“Of course, master. Anything for you,” you say as sweetly as you can muster. You can see the glimmer in his eyes at the name you unexpectedly called him. “If you’re going to have full control over me, then master is a fitting title for you, am I wrong?” you ask.

Kuroo bites his lip as he processes your words, his eyes veering down to examine your body sprawled out underneath him. He notices the dark hickey he’s already painted on your neck and he smiles, admiring his work. Your shirt lays flush against your skin, accentuating your curves, begging for attention as it strains against your chest. Those red panties he bought for you, still drenched in your own cum, peek out from the hem of your skirt.

His hand reaches down to caress your inner thigh, moving closer to your heat. “You’re so sexy,” he whispers as his other hand pushes up your skirt to get a better look at the mess you made for him earlier in the restaurant. His fingers press against your clothed slit and he groans at the feeling. “Fuck, chibi-chan, you’re still so wet for me. I can’t wait to eat you,” he growls. Removing his finger from your panties, he lifts you up and pulls them off of you. You scoot backwards on the bed to give him more space, which he wastes no time filling. He lays down in front of you and spreads your legs with both hands.

Suddenly you feel his soft lips on your thigh, kissing your supple skin, and you twitch slightly at the chills it sends through your spine. His lips attack your skin rougher, allowing his teeth to slip through and nibble at your delicate thigh. Your back arches and you whimper, feeling a tinge of both pain and pleasure. Kuroo smiles at your reaction and rewards you with a gentle kiss over the abused area before moving to the other side. The kisses on your opposite thigh immediately trail directly to your bare core, eventually making their way to your throbbing bud. All of the overstimulation you experienced at the restaurant made you sensitive, forcing you to overreact at the slightest touch. You gripped the sheets next to you as he kitten-licked your clit gently and you moaned. His eyes peered up at you, not wanting to miss a single move you made, and you watched them darken as you held eye contact when he began sucking on the little bundle of nerves he’d already set on fire.

“Fuckk, Tetsu, that feels so good,” you whimper, your brows furrowed together at the intense movements of your boyfriend's tongue. The fist firmly gripping the sheets found its way to the black hair falling messily over Kuroo’s eye to push his hair back for a better view of his face as he ate you out. His tongue rolled over your folds sloppily, letting his saliva mix with your juices to keep you drenched. He could feel you clenching around nothing as his tongue danced along your slit.

You throw your head back against the bed as you feel the pad of his thumb beginning to gently rub against your throbbing clit. Kuroo enjoys the lewd moans he’s pulling from your swollen lips as he picks up the pace of his thumb, allowing his tongue to slip inside of you. Unable to control yourself, your body convulses under his touch, making you grind against his mouth. You could feel yourself getting ready to come undone all over again and try your best to look Kuroo in the eyes when you cum all over his tongue. He notices you staring and pulls his mouth away, only to add two fingers inside of you, curling upwards to hit your sweet spot.

“That’s right, kitten. Watch me while I destroy you,” he groans deeply. The tone of his voice taunts you, challenging you to defy him. His fingers piston in and out of you at a cruel pace, carefully positioned to continue abusing the same spot. Your hands come down on either side of you to curl the sheets into your fist as you squirm underneath his grip, your orgasm quickly approaching. Even the noises flowing from your mouth couldn’t be controlled anymore, the once cute sounds becoming cries for release of an animalistic nature.

“I can feel your needy pussy gripping my fingers,” he hums. “Cum for me, baby.”

With those words, your head pushed down against the bed and your eyes shut tight as you finally released all the tension he’d built up inside of you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath and you looked down to see his face and arm dripping wet. You hadn’t even noticed you had squirted, but Kuroo looked up at you with a devilish grin as his tongue peaked out to lick his lips.

“Such a good girl for me. Now, open,” he orders as he rests his fingers on your lips. You happily oblige and stare deeply into his eyes, sitting up as you suck your juices off his fingers. He uses his other hand to pick up the hem of his shirt and dry his face, wipe your juices off his face lazily as he watches you. Your hands take advantage of his newly revealed torso as they slide up his toned abdomen, pushing up his shirt even more. He pulls his shirt off for you in one swift motion while you get up on your knees and pull him into your lips. The kiss is passionate and slightly rough, your lips fighting for more attention. He bites your lip and tugs on it, allowing you a moment to break away from his lips and trail your own down his neck.

He groans slightly at the unexplored area suddenly being given attention, your tongue dragging a line up his neck before you suck on it. Your kiss is gentle, unable to leave marks on him wherever his uniform doesn’t cover, so you move lower to his chest. His toned chest is left with a trail of wet kisses as you go lower, your hands reaching up to find the waistband of his pants. You palm his hardening cock over his sweats and he groans, admiring how hot you look worshipping his body in the way you know he loves. Your kisses pepper over his happy trail before you pull his pants down just enough for his large cock to spring free from the constricting grip. You’re down on your hands and knees in front of him, legs spread wide with your ass in the air, your skirt lifted enough to reveal your ass. He groans at the sight as you take his length into your hands and begin to stroke him.

“Any special requests, master? It’s my turn to please you.” Your flirtatious, bratty tone makes him want to put you in your place, teach you who exactly is in control.

“Suck.”

You stick out your tongue and run it from the base to the tip before swirling your tongue around it. You kissed it gently, moving your lips to the side of his shaft. His hand reaches down and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and forcing you to look up at him. “I said suck. Now,” he threatens. The sheer dominance in his tone pooled wetness at your core again as you obeyed. You spit on his shaft and rubbed it in with your hand before wrapping your lips around the tip. You bobbed your head down slowly, trying to coat every inch with your spit. Each time you pulled your head back as you bobbed, you rolled your tongue out to lick the underneath of his shaft and you watched as his head lolled back.

As his cock got wetter, your mouth got sloppier, bobbing your head quickly with your cheeks hollowed. His groans slipping through his mouth were nothing short of sinful and you loved hearing the reaction you earned from him. He gripped your hair in his fist, gently forcing you to take more of him and fucking your throat. You tried to look up at him as the tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall from the harsh movements of his hips. He allowed you to pull your head away as you gasped for air and smiled up at him with your tongue out, stroking his length with your small hands. He looked down at you in awe, the little slut he made for himself smiled so pretty for him after being face fucked. He couldn’t have asked for anything more.

He pulled you up and took off your shirt before gently laying you back on the bed. Leaning down, he peppered kisses over your left tit while his hand came up and squeezed the other. His tongue flicked around your nipple before sucking and pulling at it. You sighed and ran your hand through his hair as he continued playing with your tits. He removed his lips from your left and moved onto the right, giving it the same attention with his mouth. Your back arched into him as he sucked on your nipple, rutting against him to find more friction on your aching core. As much as you loved the attention he was giving your chest, your aching hole clenching around nothing yearned for it more. He kissed down the valley of your breasts, leaving hickeys in his wake before sitting up and hovering over you. He wiped his thumb across your lips, hooking it in your mouth as he positioned himself over you again. “What do you want me to do to you? I want to hear you say it.” You try to respond, but his thumb makes it hard for the words to come out of your mouth, your reply mumbled. He removes his thumb and grips your face instead.

“I want you to fuck me, Tetsu.”

He smirks and groans, “beg for it, kitten.” He lines up his aching cock to your pussy, slowly rubbing the tip against your folds.

“Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me and I want you to be rough. Please, master. I need it.” Those vulgar words slipped from your pretty mouth as he thrust into you, bottoming out all at once. You gasped at the new feeling as you clenched around him, your back arching off the bed as you searched to hold onto something. You reached for his arm and you squeezed it as he starts to fuck you to a rhythm, not letting you adjust to his size.

His hips thrust into you hard, shaking your whole body from the force of it. He pushes your legs down towards your chest and leans himself on top of you. The angle he’s pressing into you makes you clench down around him as he deeply thrusts directly at your sweet spot.

“Shit, yes, please fuck me just like that,” you whimper, the intense pleasure pooling in your stomach. Hearing you beg for it only made him thrust harder into you, loving the way you sounded when you were so needy for him. You quickly felt your third orgasm of the night threatening to escape you as he mercilessly pounded into you, grazing your cervix with every pump. You grabbed his arms with both of your hands, squeezing them while you stared into his darkening eyes.

He watched every quirk your face made as it contorted with pleasure, adoring how beautiful you looked being fucked out. His hand came up to your neck and squeezed the sides of your throat gently, just barely cutting off your air flow. Your mouth hung agape as you stared up at him, brows furrowed as you focused on the sensation flowing through your body. Your moans became shrill as your orgasm washed over you, squirting all over your sheets and Kuroo’s torso. Your juices dripped down him deliciously and you felt it dripping down your thighs as well.

Kuroo looked down at the pleasant sight with a devilish grin, pulling out of you as you caught your breath. “You’re so wet for me tonight, babe. Now turn around so we can cum together this time.” Getting up on your hands and knees proved slightly more difficult than you had anticipated. Your legs already feel shaky from the intense position he’d kept you in and you can hear him chuckle as he helps you position yourself in front of him, satisfied with his work. He pulls your skirt off, finally leaving you completely bare, and he looks down at you, biting his lip. You can feel him lining the tip up to your entrance again, but he pushes it in very slowly and stops when just the tip is in.

“Be a good girl and bounce on it.”

You quickly follow orders as you push your ass back on him until every inch is inside. His groan echoes in the room behind you as you start grinding yourself on his cock. There’s something about the feeling of using him to get yourself off that makes you feel so dirty and both of you love that sensation. You bounce back faster, slamming yourself against his hips and moan for him. Before you can continue, Kuroo’s hand lands on your lower back and pushes you down against the bed before taking control. He pistons his hips into you as he stuffs you full, your head now pushed against the pillow. His hand comes down hard on your ass, spanking you a few times in a row, leaving your ass red and tender.

The sensations you’re experiencing all at once become overwhelming, but he’s making you feel so good and you don’t want it to stop. You match his pace and continue bouncing back on him slightly in an attempt to keep your needy hole filled with him. He bites his lip as his grunts become more staggered, approaching his end. He leans down and reaches his fingers around you to rub your throbbing clit. Your body immediately becomes limp at the touch of his finger as you scream. The sensitive bud feels as if it had burst into flames all over again.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asks breathlessly. You can tell he’s dangerously close to his release, but so are you with the way he’s toying with you.

“Inside me! Fill me up, master!”

He groans deeply, “Fuck, such a good slut for me.” With a few more thrusts, his pace becomes faster and uncontrolled. In a final thrust, he paints your insides white and you cum around him as he slowly thrusts into you to ride out your highs. A symphony of heavy breathing fills the room accompanied by the sight of sweaty luster on your skin. You fall down completely on the sheets and try to rest your abused body as you feel him fall on the bed beside you, trying to catch his breath.

“Did you get what you wanted, Tetsu? The prize you were after?” you questioned, already knowing the answer.

Kuroo curled up next to you and pulled you close, cuddling you into him. “I always want to make love to you,” he says, kissing your forehead. “You’re so beautiful and sexy like this.” His hand gently comes down to your ass, rubbing circles over the red marks he made earlier from spanking you. You always loved his gentle after care, especially since he loved being rough with you. He knew you needed to be pampered a bit to compensate for his power, even more so on nights he doesn’t hold back.

“Can we lay here for a minute before we go get cleaned up? Frankly, I don’t think I can move,” you say laughing, knowing that you were only half joking. He chuckles, looking down at your legs proudly.

“Don’t worry, chibi-chan. Just lay here and I’ll get you all cleaned up, okay?” He kisses your forehead again before walking to the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel. He comes back to you and asks you to spread your legs for him, which you obey. He smirks as he sees his seed dripping from your aching pussy before wiping away both of your juices. His washes you gently as you try getting your energy back. You sit up in bed and grab the cloth out of his hand.

“It’s okay, Tetsu. Let’s go get a shower. We need to change the sheets so I have to get up anyway,” you gesture to the large wet spot in the middle of the bed from your cum. He helps you off the bed and walks with you to the shower.

“Start showering without me. I’ll prepare the bed for us before joining you.”

You nod and get in the shower, cleansing yourself of the remnants of the intimate act you shared with your partner. You reminisced over the time you spent together as a couple, your love never wavering. How could it when you had such an amazing boyfriend? He’s stayed consistent through thick and thin, always taking care of you, as if the honeymoon phase was forever. You smiled to yourself thinking about how he used his opportunity to have you in whichever way he wanted to make love to you, as you often do. Although the vibrator was a sneaky little trick, you didn’t put it past him since you’ve tried many scandalous things over the years to add some spice into your sex lives. Reminding yourself of just how lucky you were was something you did daily, always making sure to remind Kuroo as well that you were grateful for him. Your relationship was healthy and fun. It was the kind of love that made everyone around you jealous as they patiently waited for their special someone to arrive.

Kuroo joined you in the shower after cleaning the bed and putting on new sheets. You both washed each other, admiring the sudsy curves on each other’s bodies. The warm water rinsed the soap off your bodies and you dried up before hopping into bed. You spent the night wrapped up in each other as you cuddled up to sleep, sharing the warmth of your blanket.

---

The next morning you woke up earlier than Kuroo who was sound asleep beside you. “He must be tired from all the energy he used up yesterday,” you thought to yourself. You decided it was your turn to make him a big breakfast. Being well fed and energetic would surely aid in his upcoming matches and Coach Nekomata would kill him if he was ill-prepared. Kuroo made his way into the kitchen before you had even finished cooking, so he helped you set the table. After eating, you both got dressed and left together for the gym.

“How’s your condition?” you ask, your boyfriend seeming more lively.

“I feel good! Your cooking certainly helped me wake up. Although you know I’m going to win today regardless,” he winks.

“Ah, yes. My big, bad boyfriend is gonna tear up the court!” you joke sarcastically. You both laugh and banter as you enter the gym and meet up with the rest of the team. They greet you and Kuroo before he retreats to change into his uniform, leaving you alone with the boys. You can feel their eyes on you, which was strange, especially since you’ve grown so comfortable with them. What could they possibly be staring at? Sudden realization flooded your mind that your neck was covered in hickeys. You pulled your hair down to cover your neck, avoiding eye contact with the team and trying to feign innocence. A few laughs burst through the silence, their owners being Lev and Yaku.

“Hey, what are those?” Lev teases. “Is that why you and Kuroo left dinner early last night?”

“Y/N, I thought you were more innocent than that,” Yaku pouts, looking flustered.

Your face flushed pink, attempting even more obviously to hide them now that they’ve noticed. The commotion caused the rest of the team to look over, curious as to what was going on. Your eyes panned over the familiar faces, but stopped as you landed on one face in particular who was staring at you, his gaze different from the rest. Kenma. The rosy flush raged into a full tomato red at the hungry eyes of your boyfriend’s best friend who was gazing upon your neck.

“I can’t believe you left without me,” he whispers under his breath.

Kuroo approaches the team, fully changed and ready for practice, “What’d I miss?” The boys disperse except for Kenma who was still staring a hole into you. Kuroo caught on to what was happening after seeing your neck and walked over towards his best friend. Before completely passing him, he stops and mutters something to him loud enough for only you and Kenma to hear.

“You’re lucky my girl likes you. Maybe next time I’ll share.”

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