#i saw a post mentioning gin was reminded of that

[blatterpussbunnyfromhell]

having siblings can be fun but also it's a curse because you get drunk ONE TIME at your stepsister's 18th birthday when you were 15 and 9 years later she INSISTS you really shouldn't get a gin tonic like the other grown-ups because she classified you as not being able to hold your alcohol for the past nine years like GIRL I was fifteen I have had harder drinks than a zizi-coincoin since then

[muzansfangs]

Sweater weather.

Starring: Renji Abarai x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke, Gin Ichimaru, mention to Byakuya Kuchiki;

Format: one-shot;

Warnings: angst, slight nsfw, mention to fingering, fluff, minor injuries, mention to reader being chained, abusive language, bruises, psychological manipulation, threats, sleep deprived reader, recovering, mention to reader being kidnapped, friends to lovers, struggling with feelings;

Plot: the moment he found you chained to the wall, hooded eyes puffy for the tears you had shedded for days, he realized how badly he loved you. He would have never forgiven Aizen and Gin for what they had done to you. Back to your flat in the human world, you still had some trouble moving on. The post traumatic stress disorder you were experiencing was making it hard to even rest properly. He dropped his duties as a Liutenant for visiting you, for holding you in his arms. He would have made sure to warm up your broken heart once again.

Track: Sweater Weather — The Neighbourhood: “ 'Cause it's too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater".

MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT.

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The shackles restraining your wrists for days had left some visible marks over your skin. Along with those, there were some other bruises sprinkled in various parts of your body. They had mostly healed, by now.

Wounds and ecchymosis, at some point, all fade away.

There are some other injuries, though, hard to wash away. Your soul was still shaken, your heart ached, whenever you laid down and tried to rest. You had returned home safe and sound, but your mind was still stuck in Las Noches.

Every single time you closed your eyes, memories of what had happened pestered your mind.

Their voices, Gin's laughter in particular, still echoed into your mind. In your dreams, the horror you had experienced repeated itself. It was always the same: you stared at him like a small, helpless deer waiting for the hunter to shoot it to death, as he mocked you with his cool and mocking tone of voice. Struggling, wriggling away was useless. After attempting to do it the first time, Aizen had seraphically reminded you of how stupid that decision was and how detrimental to your health it could be as well.

"If I were you, I would not do it. You see, the metal cuffs might cut onto your skin. You do not want to shed any more blood to feed Gin's sadistic side, do you?" Aizen had whispered in your ear, before gently tapping with a tissue on your left wrist.

You were too busy trembling and staring at him in fear, your throat burning for the insults you had shouted at their faces at the top of your lungs, for noticing that you had indeed injured yourself. When Aizen showed you the once immaculate tissue, you saw some crimson stains on it.

You saw your blood.

Pulling on the chains had only caused you a physical damage. From that day on, you stopped tossing and turning. Your only weapon was your tongue. Slaps and kicks were what you received in return of the despicable words you reserved to them. But you were not going to give up on your voice because you were scared of some pain.

"Where's your Prince Charming? I thought he would have sealed the Oceans to free you. Maybe he forgot about you... Or a shark has swallowed him whole! Oh, you poor thing, don't sob like that! I can always try to cheer you up, though. You are so pretty, when you drown in your sorrow. So messed up and cute!" Gin taunted you, gripping your jaw roughly and forcing you to lock eyes with him.

You were glad your vision was blurry, as your tastebuds were met with the metallic and dreadful taste of your own blood. Your lips had cracked, your head aching, as you were still trying to recover from the harsh smack you he had just delivered to you.

But your agony did not last for too long. You never lost your hope and you were so upset you had fainted in his arms, as he ran down the corridors of that palace that resembled a maze just to save you. His familiar scent, his deep and hoarse voice lowered to reassure you that no one would have hurt you anymore. Looking back at it, perhaps, you had not fainted. Your body had probably just relaxed, comfortable in the strong and tattoed arms of someone who would have never hurt you.

Renji Abarai had gone mad, when you had vanished, kidnapped by the infamous Sexta Espada right before his eyes.

The anguish of not having you around to mess with him, the weird feeling of glancing at the desk of your empty bedroom, where you spent the majority of your time, and seeing your chair pushed against wooden edge, your silhouette not occupying the seat, were enough to shatter his heart. He had to find you, he had to have you back.

Weeks of pain. The days had passed by torturously, with every dusk the list of things he missed about you had expanded notably. You were always on his mind. He did not just missed your face, laughter, or jokes. He missed your soul, the way you drove him crazy with your stupid remarks and how you scolded him for being too reckless. He missed the cute, little things no one even noticed. You were not just his friend.

He loved you. He loved you so much he had broken into your cell alone, quick to bring you back to Urahara in search for help. As you were laying down on that futon, he had been by your side all the while. You were friends, though, right?

No, no, you were not friends. You had never been friends. A friend should have not felt that away about his partner in crime. Missing a friend could bring saddness and nostalgia and he knew that feeling.

When it came to you, though, it was not just that. Missing you felt like dying of starvation, breathing in air, but not oxygen. You were his whole damn world.

When he had heard you had physically recovered, but you were reduced to your shadow self, he had not even bothered making up an excuse to his stolid Captain. He dropped out of the Soul Society, his only goal seeing your face again and holding you close to his chest for real this time. He wanted you to feel loved, he needed you to look into his eyes, when he held you close to him.

You were sprawled over your sofa, only an oversized sweater covering your body. Another sleepless night, another day tormented by Gin's grin and Aizen's brown eyes. To anyone that asked you how you were doing, you always returned vague answers on how you were gradually recovering. It was true, indeed, but not the entire truth. Struggling to sleep because you kept on seeing your abusers's faces over and over again was draining.

When the door bell rang, you furrowed your brows. Who could it be now?

Aizen Sosuke. Gin Ichimaru. Panic.

You sat up straight, eyes rounded for a split second, before you squeezed them shut and took your head between your hands to calm down. They were not there, right? They were far away from you, they were in Hueco Mundo. Or so you thought. No, they had to be there. You were overthinking, it was not good. You were about to explode, when a deep and familiar voice pierced your ears and swept the ghosts haunting you away from your tormented mind.

"Y/N it's me. It's Renji".

A small and tired smile graced your lips, as you walked up to the front door, your eyes locking with the warm brown chocolate ones of your best friend, when you opened the door. He was there, he had come to visit you. You had no idea of how deeply you had missed him, until you broke down in tears and buried your face into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around your waist made the ice sheet enveloping your heart melt away.

Stumbling inside, Renji closed the door behind you two with a foot and rested his chin on top of your head.

"Stay. Please, stay" you feebly asked him, sniffing pathetically while you tried to wipe the tears off of your face with the back of your hand.

"You absolute idiot, of course I'm staying" he softly said, his calloused hands sliding down your back, to your waist and hooking underneath your thighs to pick you up. Thus prompted you to wrap your legs tightly around his hips, allowing the red-haired shinigami to have a firm grip on you.

The short-tempered Liutenant walked down the corridor and entered your bedroom, climbing onto the bed and gently laying you down on your back. You were so fragile in his arms, so small compared to him that you wished you could just vanish into his strong arms.

"How are you?" Renji finally asked you in a tone that did not accept replies or lies of any sort.

You did not want to make him worried more than he had already been and still was, but you did not have much of a choice. You had to answer him, you had to tell him the truth.

"Whenever I try to sleep, or a sudden noise startles me, it's like being back to Hueco Mundo. I still hear Gin's mocking laughter, or see Sosuke's sharp eyes penetrating my brain in search for my weaknesses" you whispered, closing your eyes as Renji's large hand cupped your cheek to provide you some kind of comfort.

Sometimes he wished you had not been involved with that story. He would have never wanted you to get hurt, to suffer.

Some strands of his long red hair fell over your face, tickling the tip of your nose and your chin. You could swear you had seen his jaw tense for a second, but then he relaxed and craddled you in his arms. He buried his face onto the crook of your neck, his hot breath making you feel safe like you had never felt before.

"It’s my fault. I should have brought you with me to the Soul Society” he then said, your eyebrows knitting questioningly at his statement.

“What? How—” you interjected, only for him to shake his head and press his forehead against yours. There was sorrow dusting his usually fiery eyes and it was enough for you to let go of whatever you were trying to say. Talking was not a good idea, overall.

And Renji knew it too.

It happened naturally, your lips pulling him in like a magnet, compelling him to taste you eagerly, to find relief and secure the acquittal of his guilty coscience in that kiss. He loved you, his joy depended on yours. And when he found no resistance in you, when he hovered over your frame carefully not to crash your body with his, when you allowed him to gently lead you towards a sensual and blissful climax with his fingers, he knew you felt it too.

Labored breath, sweaty body, in a daze and finally safe from the monsters under your bed, you lulled yourself into sleep with your head resting onto his firm chest. He would have never let you alone anymore.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! You have no idea for how long this have been laying in my drafts. I seriously need to finish up those fics for my event or I won’t be able to host a new one 😫

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little scrap! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

X O X O

TAGS: @electronicwitchcollection @kr0wu

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

But I Love You...

SUMMARY: In which Dabi stalks and then kidnaps you, all because he loves you.  WORD COUNT: 1.9k

WARNINGS: Stalking, kidnapping, mentions of (somewhat) animal abuse, you ignoring Dabi for a cute puppy, getting burned/passing out, possibly yandere(? I'm not sure- like it wasn't meant to be yandere but-), angst(ish) to fluff

A/N: The reader has a quirk called Siren; when you sing and focuses on a specific target, you can get their quirk. How long you have it depends on how focused you are, and how long you have sang. You can also sing mentally, but that usually takes more time. If you sing for a while and you don't have a target, and then find someone to focus on, then you can have their quirk for much longer. And, and- your target has to be fairly close to you. (This explanation is so long and this fic barely even mentions your quirk </3) Alsoooo- sorry if Dabi is a bit out of character, I tried- (he's my comfort character, I should know what he's like, but I still don't-) A/N PART 2: The word "Gin's" was autocorrected to "God's" and honestly that makes me happy :3 (If you know who Gin is, then good-) A/N PART 3: Don’t know if this was the kind of oneshot you wanted, but oh well- A/N PART 4: Originally posted here.

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Dabi wasn't sure what had drawn him to you. Maybe it was your hair, or the way you held yourself. Maybe your smile. Whatever it was, he was entranced by you.

He still remembered the first day he saw you in passing... Your small smile as you talked with a stray puppy, urging it to come closer. The way you gently rubbed its ears, making it let out a soft whine of happiness and lick your hand gently, which made you laugh. How you picked it up so tenderly, the dog nuzzling right in to you—almost like a baby clinging to their mother. It was sweet.

He didn't know what had pulled him to move closer to you. All he knew was that he followed you home, hiding out in little alleyways until you reached your apartment. He heard your soft voice, cooing to the little dog.

He had remembered seeing that puppy in passing, heard how its owners yelled at it. It reminded him of himself, in a way... But that dog looked so happy with you now. It had run away whenever he tried to get closer, maybe scared of his scars. Whatever... It didn't matter, anyway. Not like he could've done anything for the dog.

Maybe, if that dog became so happy with you... Could you make him happy, as well...?

Maybe that was what started it. This- this obsession. Because as days passed, he found himself more and more entranced by you, following you home, following you everywhere. Learning your name, [L/N] [Y/N]. He longed to just have you all to himself... But he couldn't do that, right? He couldn't just lock you up in a cage or anything...

He sighed softly, watching you as you walked to the balcony of your apartment, letting your puppy have a breath of fresh air. You cooed to it gently before kissing the top of the dog's head. And that made Dabi so, so jealous. Why couldn't he have any affection like that? What was so wrong with him? He knew he looked terrible, but... He just wanted someone to love him for who he was. Although he knew that was impossible, right? Who in their right mind would love him? A soft snort escaped him before he froze.

Your eyes had flickered up to his figure, looking worried. Shit. He quickly turned away, sprinting as he ran from your gaze. Your soft, pure gaze that he loved so much.

You weren't sure who the mysterious man was, or why he ran away when he caught your gaze. But... It was fine, right? You looked at the little puppy in your arms, looking like a bundle of fallen leaves. "You look so adorable, Gin-chan!" You smiled happily, gently placing her down and petting her before leading her back inside. You were glad this apartment didn't have anything against pets... It would've broken your heart if it did.

Gin had looked worried when the two of you had first arrived at your apartment, squirming in your arms as you walked inside. Still, a soft hum from you relaxed her a bit. She clearly trusted you a lot... Which was a bit weird, but it was okay. You learned not to move suddenly, and soon she was all over you. Cute.

Still, your mind drifted to the strange male that you had seen on the rooftop. What was going on... Were you being watched? A small shiver ran through your body at the thought, and Gin worriedly nudged you, whining softly. You glanced down at her before petting her again. "It's okay. I'm never going to leave you, I promise."

Well... Those words were meant to be true, at least.

You sighed softly as you glanced around the dark room, frowning softly. You sang a soft melody in your mind, powering up your quirk. You didn't use it often, not really liking stealing a quirk, but hey... When you were in an unknown place, it was better than nothing. Hopefully someone was around, though... If not, then you wouldn't be able to use the quirk. For a little while, at least.

You tested the bonds on your ankles and wrists. No luck. It was way too tight.

You froze slightly as you heard a door open, eyes squeezing shut at the sudden light. A rough hand grabbed your chin, humming softly as they did so. Sounded like a guy... Your eyes fluttered open, eyes meeting bright cerulean ones. A soft gasp escaped you, trailing over his scarred features, a faint flush growing on your cheeks. He was handsome, in a scary way...

"Looks like our little doll is awake." A soft chuckle escaped the male, standing up and pulling away. You stared at him, uncertain. Wait... Had you seen him before? Maybe at the small café that you worked at? You didn't think so, though... Surely you would've recognized him. Maybe... The news? You might be onto something there.

Still, you weren't sure as you stared at him, pausing as you heard a few more footsteps. Well, now or never... You focused in on the male, who had his back to you before opening your mouth, letting the melody fly through you as you sang softly.

Dabi froze, whirling around to stare at you as a burst of bright blue flame ran through you. It hurt a bit, but... You could handle it, right? The flames had burned away the rope, and you stood up shakily, wincing as you did so.

"You let them escape?" A new voice. Male, sounding mad. You backed away a little, holding your hands with the flames out even as it continued to burn you.

"No- they- I don't know how they did it, but they stole my quirk-" Bright blue flames encircled you, stronger than the ones that you had from your hands. It didn't hurt, though... It was calmer. However, it was making sure you couldn't escape.

You finally stopped using the male's quirk, collapsing on the ground and wincing slightly as you did so. Burns were on your hands, and you hated the fact... You couldn't even take care of yourself.

You heard a small sigh as the wall of flames around you vanished, strong arms grabbing your waist and hoisting you up. "You really shouldn't do that when you're going to get hurt..." That was the last thing you heard as you blacked out.

Dabi wasn't sure what to think as he watched you laying down on his bed, a pack of ice on both of your arms. On one hand, he was glad to have you there... It was nice. But, on the other hand, he hated that you tried to go away. But, then again, why wouldn't you? He sighed again, shifting a bit closer and running his hands through your hair, enjoying it a bit.

He thought back to how he had taken you from your home when you were fast asleep, grabbing the things that he thought you would want or need. Your phone and wallet, although he kept both with him, some snacks, and... Your puppy. He hated to admit it, but he hoped that seeing your dog would make you relax. Hopefully... At least he had the good sense to bring over some dog food and bowls.

Although it may have been smart to bring the dog, it was definitely not smart of him to lock the dog in a cage. What else was he supposed to do, though—the dog was being annoying and trying to attack him. It didn't even know any better.

Dabi sighed again, then froze as you stirred. A soft murmur escaped your lips, eyes fluttering open. You tensed slightly as you saw the male, eyes widening slightly before starting to push him away.

"Hey. I'm not going to hurt you." A soft huff escaped Dabi, moving to gently wrap an arm around you before making you sit up. He repositioned the ice pack on your arms, sighing again as he looked up in to your eyes. They really were a pretty hue.

"Well, I can't believe that you won't hurt me when you literally have me caught in a place I—wait, Gin?" Your eyes widened as you saw the little puppy, pushing Dabi away again and getting up, stumbling toward the cage.

The puppy whined softly, scrabbling toward you and pressing her nose against the wire. You reached your finger in, petting the dog a little to calm her before turning back toward Dabi. "Unlock the cage. Now." Your voice was cold as you glared at the male, who winced slightly.

"In my defense, she was snarling at me." Dabi huffed a little before grabbing a key, unlocking the door. As if on cue, the puppy darted out, nipping Dabi's ankles before moving to your lap, nuzzling into you. "See-"

You ignored him, gently cooing to the puppy and kissing her. "Shh... It's okay, baby. I know he must've scared you, but it's okay... I'm here now. You must've been so scared without me..."

Dabi sighed again, moving to sit beside you and wrap an arm around you—or at least try to. Because as soon as he did that, the little menace that was your dog moved to bite him. Again. "Can't you make your dog have a bit more manners?"

"Can't you stop clinging to me and being annoying?" You shot back, glaring over at him. You were kidnapped, not knowing where you were with an unknown male, and he had the audacity to ask you to move your dog away? No way you were agreeing to that.

"[Y/N]-"

"No. Wait, how do you know my name? And why do you think you can talk to me on a first-name basis?" Your eyes narrowed as you glared at him. "Because one, I don't even know your name, nor who you are; two, I don't know where I am, and why you took me from my house; three, you hurt Gin's feelings; and four, I have no intention of sleeping with you." You held your puppy close.

"I- well, because I... I'm in love with you. And... I'm Dabi. Although you may know me as... Touya Todoroki." A soft sigh escaped the male as he watched you. "I'm a... Villain, I guess... And, I don't want to sleep with you, I just... Want to stay with you. You're so nice, and I just- No one's ever been nice to me before..." He glanced away, biting his lip a little.

You paused for a moment, uncertain. He just looked like an insecure little kid... But still.

"Love? How would you even know if you loved me...?" You felt your cheeks growing hot, but ignored it. "As I said before, we barely know each other... And anyways, why would you even like me?" You sighed softly with a small frown. It was a look that didn't suit you, in Dabi's opinion. He wanted to see you smiling and happy.

Dabi let out a small huff before leaning in, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. The little puppy growled a bit at him before squirming away, but you leaned in to his touch, to his surprise. "I won't hurt you... Promise. Won't let anyone hurt you, either."

You sighed softly, gently biting your lip. Should you trust him...? Maybe not, but... He seemed sincere. "Well, guess I'll just have to wait and see if that's true, then." You glanced over at him with a small smile, and Dabi felt his heart melt as he watched you.

"Mm, yeah. I won't let you down, I swear."

[animatedrapture]

『 twenty-first: all yours 』

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content warnings: angst. mentions of alcohol use. profanity. explicit sex. unprotected sex. creampie. praise. lots of kissing as per spin the bottle. tw kana.

word count: 3.7k.

notes: honestly, this is like a whole fic you can read stand alone. also tw mous for tw manipulating me into posting early but that's okay :'))

The music was booming.

And there’s already alcohol in your system, making your head slightly pound.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been at the party, but it’s crowded and you could’ve sworn you saw Matsukawa Issei in the far corner of the living room early on.

So maybe you’ve been here for an hour or two, but Hana was beside you and she’s been drinking along with you since you started. The light buzz of the alcohol barely helping you ignore the occasional vibration from your phone—you’ve checked it once, maybe twice, and it’s all Rintarou.

From beside you, Hana tips her head up and gulps a shot before she’s suddenly dragging you to the living room where Osamu is walking out of. She pulls you along to follow him into one of the rooms with a group of people.

When you enter, you notice, first, Osamu sitting on the floor.

You notice, second, Matsukawa Issei next to Ginjima Hitoshi.

You notice, third: the one thing well, person, you’ve been trying to avoid—Suna Rintarou; and you notice, fourth, your breaking heart as your eyes fall onto Kana cuddled up on his side comfortably and hands intertwined.

He shifts, surprised at the sight of you, looking almost like he’s yearning. But it’s just the haze of the shots you’ve downed, you think.

“y/n,” his voice cuts through the booming music and your inebriation.

“Hi, Rin,” you greet him as normally as you could, albeit the awkwardness that hangs in the air makes it sound unnatural. It makes you all the more conscious of Kana’s gaze eyeing you with curiosity as you sit next to Mattsun.

You think from the quick second your eyes linger on them, she shifts closer to Suna—eyebrows furrowing and lips curving into a frown. But maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks on you.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Mattsun greets from beside you, his voice laced with amusement.

You greet him back with a meek ‘hi’ and a smile, then turn to Atsumu, whose eyes travel to look at everyone making up the weird attempt at a circle. While you look anywhere but at Suna, he doesn’t make it easy because he doesn't take his eyes off you like he’s trying to meet your eyes.

From beside Mattsun was Hana who took the space between him and Gin, who sat next to Suna with Kana, next to Osamu, then you squinted—Yachi Hitoka? What’s she doing here? But between her and you sat Atsumu.

Atsumu grins and yells something about spin the bottle and truth or dare. Enthusiastic and mischievous as ever.

You block out most of the game, but you remember the bottle pointing at Suna.

“Sunarin, truth or dare,” Atsumu grins.

“Truth,” Suna mutters, his hand moving to sip on his drink—as nonchalant as ever.

You can hear Mattsun cough ‘lame’ from beside you before Atsumu stops humming in thought and grins again.

“Do ya like anyone in this circle?”

“What kinda question is that? Yeah.”

Your heart skips and breaks. Mattsun glances at you like he heard it.

“Romantically?” Atsumu presses.

Suna sighs, his bored eyes flitting over you for a split second—you’re sure it doesn’t mean anything. “I said yeah.”

And the game continued.

“You a sleepy drunk?” Mattsun whispers to your ear—interrupting the sadness and jealousy threatening to fill you full.

You suck in a breath, turning your head, lips almost grazing his, and you can feel goosebumps rising up your skin under his stare; following the pair of green eyes you can still feel on you.

“M’not drunk,” you mutter.

“Tipsy, then.”

You lick your lips, making his eyes drop to your lips and he sucks in a breath.

You shy away, turning your head. “Yeah, I’m kinda sleepy.”

“Wanna lean on me?” He offers—but it only reminds you of the sight in front of you, as Suna and Kana whisper to each other, faces close enough to trigger the grueling jealousy in your chest. You grit your teeth and look away, unsure of how much more you can take them in.

Fuck, you think. They look perfect together; they’re the perfect love story—you feel like such an outsider. Your eyes follow everything in front of you, Suna’s arm around her, their hands intertwined and his thumb rubbing circles over the back of her hand in the familiar, affectionate way you know he does. If someone told you they're together, you probably would've believed them in a heart beat.

Her cheeks are red. You tell yourself it’s because she’s been drinking too, but as Suna takes the glass from her hand and brings it to his lips, head dipping to her whisper to her after—probably something about how she’s drunk enough, her frowning in response—you suppose that couldn’t be it.

Kana’s eyes are familiar; they remind you of yourself because they hold the same want in yours whenever she gazes up at Suna's face and her gaze lingers too long on the shape of his lips.

So you decline. But when the bottle points at Mattsun, you realize you’re already leaning on his shoulders.

“Mattsun,” Kana grins. “Truth or dare—don’t be lame.”

You can feel the light shake of his body when he chuckles.

“Dare, then.”

“Kiss y/n.” The sound of your name reaching your ears brings you back and out of the pit in your stomach full of vile envy.

“Kana,” Suna cuts—voice low and teetering over the edge of indifference to threatening. She turns to him innocently, “What?” She asks as if she doesn’t know what she’s doing.

“Jus’ make her take a shot, I’ll drink it.”

“It’s just a kiss, Rin—” Kana’s protests cut short at the sharp look he gave her, clearly annoyed.

Mattsun wants to, but when he feels your body freeze against his, he hesitates for a second. So he leans in, whispers to you, “You game, pretty girl?

You frown, shifting your body to face him—and you do everything in your power to avoid anyone else’s eyes.

“C’mon, Issei! Kiss the girl!” You hear Kana’s voice egg on like she’s doing something good with a voice sounding too excited.

You're too sad and too jealous to repress your feelings right now, so you think, fuck her. Even when you hear Suna tell her to shut the fuck up, Kana.

“‘Course I am,” your frown lets you pout, cheeks already heating up as he tucks a finger under your chin, tilting your head up.

There’s no warning when he dips his head and captures your lips in his until you melt into it, slightly heavy eyes fluttering close.

If Suna Rintarou was breathlessness and heart beating out of your chest, kissing in the rain and dull ache in your chest—Matsukawa Issei is cheeks flushed and a squeak of surprise, warm hands moving to tuck a stray hair behind your ears—

And you know everyone can see how flustered you’ve gotten.

When Mattsun pulls away, he leans in once more and pecks a soft, teasing kiss against your lips. It surprises you a little, eyes widening a fraction like you’re sobering up. Mattsun watches your reaction, tongue darting out to lick on the corner of his lips as he chuckles.

"Rin, ouch!" Kana's voice interrupts.

You pull away from Mattsun, head snapping in the direction of her voice to see her rubbing at her hand that had been intertwined with Suna's now clenched fist.

Suna's eyes are dead set on Mattsun, jaw locked until it's almost like Kana's voice finally sinks in a minute too late and his eyebrows furrow, turning to her.

You don't hear his voice, but you see him mutter an apology now completely withdrawing from Kana before asking again if she's okay; clenched fists relaxing and taking her hand in his again, rubbing over to soothe the pain. His attention on her. Completely, irrevocably.

She pouts, you can hear her faintly ask him what’s wrong. He shakes his head lightly, lips pressed in a thin line. You can barely believe your heart is breaking right in front of you as he leans in and presses a kiss on her forehead.

Then the bottle in the middle spins again.

Suna drinks almost too much.

At a point, the bottle points at Kana—back and still comfortably snug close to Suna, still beside him like they’ve just gotten together. The sight pinches at your heart and you’re not sure why but your lips wobble, almost as if you want to cry.

"Look at that Kana," Gin's eyes are practically beaming. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

A few eyebrows raise but her answer only spurs Gin further, "Kiss the person to your left.”

It doesn't make sense to you at first as you look towards the person to her left, right in front of you, Suna—whose eyes are on you as if he hadn't just heard what Gin said.

Perhaps he didn't, because one minute his attention is solely, evidently on you, but then Kana's tugs on his arm. She cups his cheeks as she makes him turn to her, then your vision blurs as she presses her lips against his.

"So annoying," Hana mutters, rolling her eyes.

And you watch it like it’s straight out of a film. Maybe this is the scene of how the best friends kiss and get together, the end. You watch Suna's big hands come to her waist and it drives you crazy because you know how it feels—his lips on yours, how intoxicating, soft and how it's all you ever want.

You stand up so abruptly you stumble a little and surprise even everyone at the sudden action. All you see is Suna and Kana, her body pressing closer against his and his hands on her waist gripping tighter.

You think, he doesn't have to grip any tighter. She's all his, and he's all hers. Maybe you shouldn’t be so upset anyway, it’s a game. That's all it is.

A stupid, goddamn, fucking game of spin the bottle.

"I-I'll just-I'm—restroom," you say, stuttered and barely coherent and rushing out the room.

You're really unsure of where you're going. The party is packed with people, still; and you know the bathroom is gonna be disgusting. The vibration in your pocket comes back; though you’re certain he probably shouldn’t, wouldn’t, couldn’t care—you know it’s all going to be Rintarou.

Your phone is buzzing in your pocket frantically when you find an empty room in the far end of the hallway and think, finally, you could breathe. Until you close the door shut but there's already a knock.

Huffing in exhaustion, you swing the door open without thinking—just like the day he kissed you, Suna stood there even if he was the last person you’d expect.

He strides inside until you’re backed up against the wall, wide eyed, and he’s caging you in—his lips swollen and red and all you see is him and Kana together.

But there’s no hesitation in his movements, he leans in, head tilting and lips pressing against yours. His hands moving from your cheeks to your waist and pulling you closer.

Even when you gasp and grab onto him, Suna doesn’t falter. He pulls you closer and brings you up until your back hits the bed and he's peeling your dress off of you; his touch never really leaves your body, lips sucking marks on your neck as the bulge against his jeans rub against your thigh with every movement.

The heartbreak seeping from the cracks of your bones does nothing to stop you from wanting more. You wanted Suna Rintarō—all of him.

You're breathless and your mind is buzzing when you reach out to fumble with the button of his jeans. Suna's hands greedily travelling all over you as he moves to peel the rest of his clothes off.

If Suna Rintarou was hot without even trying—on top of you, he looks fucking majestic.

His breath is hot against your skin, hips moving sensually as the length of his cock slips up and down your pussy, between your folds, covering him in your slick. His lips pressing kisses against your neck and marking you his as you sink your teeth down your lip, trying to keep the little mewls in your throat whenever the head nudges against your clit—sensitive and swollen.

Jealousy was a feeling all too familiar with you. But when it came to Suna though, you suppose he could barely ever care. He was too beautiful to be denied anything, after all.

Jealousy and him didn’t go together but hell, does it look good on him.

“All mine," he breathes against your skin like a promise, "All fucking mine."

He looks pretty—face flushed and body caging you in with your legs spread wide open for him. "Fuuuck," he rasps, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your thighs.

His other hand comes between your thighs, spreading your slick over his throbbing cock, fingers teasingly rubbing over your clit before prodding at your entrance, slowly easing a digit in—eyes on you as your lips part at the sensation.

"Think you can take my cock, bunny?" he asks with a curl of his finger inside you.

No. "Yes," you nod, wanting to feel him inside you, stretching you on the thickness of cock. You know it's gonna sting despite the way he's pushing another finger in and prying you open to take him. He hums, a smirk lingering on the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah?" He sounds unconvinced and amused at the same time, "Gonna let me stretch this tight cunt, hm?"

His fingers pull out of you, hard cock moving to press against your entrance. Your hands fly to grip around his biceps, eyes wide in anticipation and gasping as he slowly eases himself in.

But just like you, he's losing himself at the feeling of you around him—warm, wet, so fucking tight.

"Fuck, shit," he nearly snarls. Finally feeling you wrapped around him in utter ecstasy.

Your nails dig into his skin, whimpering and cunt tightening at the uncomfortable stretch of his cock pushing inside of you. You look so overwhelmed, his head dips to your shoulder blade, pressing a chaste kiss on it.

"Relax, pretty baby."

You exhale. You look so good under him, all ready to be taken. "Please," you beg, "Fuck me."

He kisses at the corner of your mouth affectionately before pressing his lips against yours, biting down on your bottom lip and slipping his tongue in your mouth.

Your cunt seems to welcome him after that, sucking him in. He barely bottoms out before you're begging again, "More-want more—"

He pulls away, feeling your body hot against him; your walls clenching around his thickness—his narrow, lust-blown eyes taking you in before his hand reaches to your cheeks in momentary show of affection, thumb swiping over your cheeks before slipping past your parted lips, parting your mouth completely.

"Suck," he demands, then he's rocking his hips against yours slowly.

He feels your tongue roll around his thumb, cheeks hollowing as you suck, drool trailing down the sides of your cheeks. You look so pretty—so, so pretty. His dick throbbing along your walls, pace picking up and movements becoming harsher. You moan against his thumb, his index finger slipping in your mouth as well, mind buzzing already.

"Always—fuck—always wanted this, didn't y-you?"

When you nod, you don't really know what you're nodding for—all you can do is feel. Feel his cock abusing your hole as he fucks into you.

"S-so big, hah—Rin, fuck! Mm," your eyes roll upwards, everything around you going hazy. You think you might just go crazy with how Suna makes you feel. Right now with your heart beating out of your chest; and any other time, it's nothing but him.

Each thrust has you mewling and whining, grip on him trembling and loosening. Suna bathes in it, in the high pitched sound of your moans, the way your nails dig into his skin so much it stings and the way he can feel your legs wrapped around his waist slightly trembling. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, hands moving to push your legs to your chest—then he draws back, only to slam back in your cunt, cockhead pressing against your sweet spot.

"Mmnh! R… Rin-taro!" you squeal, the sound of your sex squelching with every pump of his cock in and out of you completely humiliating.

Your cunt gushes around him, your arousal collecting at the base of his cock and making a mess as it drips onto the sheets under you.

"Feel good, hm? Love my cock in you, don't you?"

"Uh-huh, want you—want you so bad, please," you're gasping, already spasming around him. His hand comes around your throat, wrapping securely and pressing on his fingertips.

The sensation heightens the pleasure of his thrusts and his pelvis rubbing against your clit with each of his thrusts.

With a squeal, you're coming around him, mouth falling open.

Suna hisses curses under his breath, jaw locking and going rougher with you.

"You on the pill, bunny?" he asks, hurried and breathless. The roughness to each snap of his hips turning are sloppy.

You nod eagerly, "Yes, yes—cum in me, please—want your cum in me."

He takes you in; hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, green eyes darker than usual and blown out with lust—he looks at you like all he can see is you. Nothing else.

His cock twitches, lips parting, "That's my girl—so, Christ—fuckin' good for me."

Your whimpering is stuttered as he thrusts one, two, three times more, then he's spilling thick ropes of cum inside of you, coating your walls.

It overwhelms you—takes you completely. The grip of your hand loosens, then you're looping your arms around his neck as his forehead rests on your shoulder.

"Want you so bad," you mutter. You're vulnerable in every way. You can feel his cum in you and between your thighs, his cock still inside you.

"You're…" he trails off, as if he's hesitating for a second, "You're all mine, yeah?"

You hug him closer to your body; wanting more, asking more, needing more.

"Mhm, m'all yours."

Maybe you should've asked him if he was all yours. The same way you were all his.

You laid in bed, head rested between his arm looped around you and his chest, naked bodies only covered by the blanket.

Suna's breathing is even, if it wasn't for his thumb swiping idly on your bare skin, you'd think he's fast asleep until uncharacteristically, he breaks the silence.

"You okay?"

"Mhm." Silence meets your answer. Maybe the world is really urging you to say the words trapped in the back of your throat.

"Rin?" Suna hums in reply.

"You feel the same way I do… Right?"

Suna doesn't answer instantly. Instead, he exhales first, lets a beat of silence pass, then he speaks.

"Don't know, y/n," he starts.

He moves abruptly and suddenly, he's back on top of you, pressing a kiss on your shoulder affectionately, "I adore you," he says, head rising to meet your eyes, "Do you?"

What could you even answer to a question like that? I adore you. He's always so unabashed with the things he says.

"Do you?" You echo back to him.

He catches onto your hesitation at the question you echo back to him. He leans in, lips hovering yours like he's about to kiss you again.

This time, you move instead, pressing your lips against his. You burn the feeling of his lips on yours in your head before pulling back and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"I… I like you so much it hurts," you admit.

"Let me have you, then."

You frown, "You'll be mine, Rin?"

"Who else would have me?" He asks like he doesn't know.

"Kana… Kana would…"

Maybe he doesn't. Because he pulls away with eyebrows pinched together when you whisper her name.

"She's my—" The immediate shake of your head cuts him off.

"She likes you," you watch his face when you tell him this, but he only lets out an exasperated sigh.

"She doesn't." You look away, arms falling to your sides.

Suna curses under his breath, "Hey, babe, look at me," he turns your face to meet his eyes.

"Just want you, yeah?" He pecks your lips, "Just you."

You'd believe him, really. Your mouth parts to say, 'yes.'

But you hear her voice instead. From the other side of the door, pounding at it, yelling his name.

Like a cold water washing over the both of you, he pulls away, you hold onto him.

"You won't…?" You don't get to say the rest of it, you don't think you can—but maybe Suna sees the look in your eyes and understands.

You won't leave me, right?

And he doesn't.

Even drunk, Kana's eyes brighten at the sight of Suna upon opening the door, the same eyes glaring at you when she sees you by his side. There's a large stain of alcohol on her dress and her hair looks like a wild mess, but you disregard it.

Gin's too drunk and Osamu, who's already driving Hana and Atsumu, doesn't know where their apartment is.

Suna brings you with him when he drives them back, despite Kana's visible displeasure.

She huffs from the backseat, "Rin," she starts again.

"Hana spilled her drink all over me, y'know. She was so mean when you left with…" she side eyes you, "then she pushed me to the floor when I tried looking for you!"

Suna tells you to stay in the car when you arrive. He brings both Gin and Kana inside their place and you count the minutes that pass with him inside. Sometimes, it appalls you just how capable he is of looking after people, after Kana.

He wouldn't do this just for anyone, you know. Kana's the exception to a lot of Suna's idiosyncrasies, and you wonder if you're anywhere near that kind of person to him.

When he comes out of the apartment, closing the door behind him, he looks particularly distressed—but as he gets back in the driver's seat, glances at you with a sigh, it looks like all of it dissolves into thin air.

Then he drives you back to his place.

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[citydreamgrls]

they were roommates part seven

a weasley twins x fem!reader fic

summary: she had nowhere to go, fleeing home to pursue something along the lines of freedom, so being welcomed into the entrepreneurial twins life was a whole world of new experiences waiting to happen.

an: i was looking through my older posts and saw someone who said they really enjoyed my ‘adoptive daughter’ one shot ( thanks <3 ) and they also mentioned that they wanted it to be a full fic, like a proper story and all, so like i’m thinking about it. if i was gonna do it, would you guys prefer to see an extended ‘the adoptive daughter’ where i kind of drag it out more, and extend the storyline past that one shot. or would you rather just a completely new fic, no previous plot lines whatsoever? 

words: 6,279

After the night on the rooftop, things began looking up for all three of the people living in Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. Fred started acting like his usual self, now with the knowledge that he and y/n stood a chance together. George enjoyed having his two closest friends back in their right minds, and overall, no one was breaking in.

“So what could you possibly have to complain about!” Ginny guffawed, earning some glances from other customers inside the cafe she and y/n had stopped at one sunny afternoon.

The girl giggled, blushing at the brief attention before lowering her voice.

“I’m not complaining, I’m very lucky.” “Of course you are, not only was Bill in love with you- now Fred is!” The youngest Weasley was yet to calm herself over the news that her best friend was still going to be in with the family.

“I was only saying how I needed a bit of a break from the boys-”

“Spare me the lies- you couldn’t keep away from me for more than a week could you!” Ginny laughed, her head throwing back in the process.

It was true that y/n longed to see Ginny whenever they were apart, the girl and Hermione acting like her long lost sisters when they got together. But since she and Fred had gotten a little closer than friends; the loft seemed more cramped than ever. Not to mention that the twins had been pranking her all week long, showing no mercy to her begs for them to stop.

“Here she is!” The redhead announced, making Hermione frown at her friend before noticing the empty wine glasses on the table.

-

“I’m not that late am I?” She joked, taking a seat at their little table before ordering another round for them all.

“Oh no, Gin was just very excited to get started.” Y/n giggled, the alcohol only rouging her cheeks slightly.

“I can tell, your laugh was echoing down the alley,” ‘Mione smirked, leaning back and taking a sip of her own with a relieved sigh. “It feels good to have a break.”

“I haven’t stopped practising in months, this feels like an early christmas.” Ginny mused, reminding them all of why they were gathering in the first place.

Upon learning that y/n had the afternoon free, Ginny had raced over to the loft to take her own, sending an owl to Hermione telling her to sack off work so they could go for drinks. The desk maniac had grumbled, not one to walk out on a whim, but gave in when she thought back to how long it had been since she had seen the girls.

“Perks of being the head of your own department,” She grinned, eyeing up the girl beside her. “And how did you convince tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee to free you?”. Y/n ignored Weasley's look of confusion and giggled.

“I already had the afternoon off, luckily.”

“And Fred loves you.” Ginny slurred, calling the waiter over yet again.

“What!” Hermione squealed, having not been caught up since the girl and Bill decided not to pursue things. “When did this happen?”

“He doesn’t love me, Ginny, you minx.” Y/n slapped her friends wrist lightly.

“Oh he so does!”

Hermione frowned, remembering the conversation she and Fred had shared back at the burrow, how devastated he’d been just at the sight of the girl with Bill. If only she could reveal all that he’d told her, then y/n would know the truth. But Hermione knew all she could do to help was urge her into seeing what was obviously already there.

“He’s been looking after me, since the incident- then there was this thing on the roof the other night.” She explained to her friends.

“Not to mention you guys kissed!” Ginny piped up, and the look of shock on Hermione’s face was purely comical.

“Oh come on it wasn’t like that!” The girl defended, not wanting to rush into the idea that her feelings for Fred were reciprocated. “I kissed him.”

Hermione pulled her work blazer off and rested it on the back of the chair, preparing for what could only be an intense afternoon of grilling their new friend for details. That was as long as Ginny had anything to do with it, and Hermione would never say it, but she too lived for the same kind of gossip.

“Did he kiss you back?” She sipped on her wine politely, all the while watching her over the glass.

“Well- yeah but-” “Then he likes you!” Ginny squealed, positively ecstatic at the situation, her nose wrinkling up as she couldn’t stop smiling. Y/n admired how fearless the girl was as she gazed upon her hopeful sister-in-law.

“Oh will you just drop it,” The girl jokingly whined, rolling her eyes.

“Not until I see you in a wedding dress my girl!” She announced.

-

The three girls spent the rest of the day sharing stories and gossip, most of their time was used up discussing whether Hermione’s new secretary was pregnant or just ate really weird food. In the end they never came to a conclusion, Ginny having gotten side tracked when the other two had tried explaining what a Jaffa cake was to her.

By the time they paid the poor waiter, who seemed traumatised in their drunken company; the sun was just setting and they stumbled through the alley to drop y/n off at the twins’ front door.

“S-see home safe…” She giggled, leaning against the door and falling a little when the last customer tried to leave. “Oh sorry!” She tried to call out, but the three women were already in an unstoppable roar of laughter.

“You’re no safer in their company than ours!” Hermione tried to argue, gesturing to the two men inside, who had stopped what they were doing to try and comprehend what on earth was going on outside.

“And we’re sober!” Ginny cried. “Oh no- we’re not sober- they are.” She corrected herself, propping her head onto ‘Mione’s shoulder with a sweet giggle. The redhead’s eyes closed momentarily, before opening when her crutch decided to move off.

“See you soon y/n!” Hermione waved, dragging Ginny behind her, who tried to give her best goodbye given the state she was in.

“Better retrieve little miss clumsy before she breaks a bone.” George scoffed, seeing the way the girl struggled to open the front door. Fred could only smile, glad that she had agreed to go out with Ginny, not that their sister would have let her decide regardless.

“Come here you!” He laughed and helped her inside, she slumped against his side slightly with a giggle.

“Missed you twooo…” She drawled, sprawling her body against the counter once she was let down by the man at her side.

Fred kept a subtle, watchful eye on her, noticing the way she swayed back and forth and was in danger of smacking her head against a nearby shelf if she chose to fall backwards.

“Our sister is a bad influence on you.” George grinned, ruffling her hair as he counted up the cash from the day’s earnings.

“She’s gr-reat.” The girl blushed, turning her head to smile at Fred, even if her eyes were tightly closed.

“Did you know that Ron still sleeps with a teddy?” She blurted out, catching both men's attention as they plonked her down on a stool. Her drunken body was more of a caution than they cared to admit, so decided to keep her out of the way as they cleared up.

“He does?” George laughed, dumbstruck by this new and incredibly embarrassing piece of information about his youngest brother.

“Yeah. Hermione told me all about it- ssays that he throws a ffit whenever she tries to hide it from him.” The girl couldn’t help but laugh to herself as she slurred her words.

“That’s brilliant! He’s never gonna hear the end of this.” Fred shook his head in disbelief as he swept the floor around the girl’s feet. Her laugh was like music, sounding out in between small rambles of her time with the two girl’s. It seemed to make time pass faster.

“All done?” She asked, cocking her head like a puppy when Fred stopped in front of her.

“Yes darling, all done. Come on, let’s get some food in you, you must be starving-” The girl nodded silently, like a peaceful child, as he gave her a piggyback up to the loft, basking in her tiny squeals of excitement.

-

As y/n sobered up over multiple slices of pizza, Fred enjoyed the moment of blissful solitude he felt from the rest of the world. Curled up on their sofa, the girl was the only thing important to him. She would look up every few minutes to check that he was still there, despite the fact that he had a permanent arm sloped around her shoulders. He didn’t mind, she was cute.

George was just happy for things to be back to how they were. The three of them all getting along, with an endless supply of boozy evenings in the kitchen and dance parties late into the night whenever they felt like it.

Y/n had brought more life into their lonely loft, and for that the twins would be eternally grateful. In fact, as George peered over the other two he longed for her to stay with them forever, fearful of a future where she wasn’t giggling on their sofa, or watching the lights with stars in her eyes, or dancing in the kitchen, or helping little kids play pranks on their parents.

Things were finally… normal.

-

“He’s always the first to crash.” Fred scoffed, hearing his brother’s snores from down the hall. The girl in his loose arms laughed, the feeling flowing through her body onto his own.

“At least he was polite enough to do it in his own bed this time.” “That’s true, I have back pain from the amount of times I’ve had to carry him from the sofa.”

Since the night on the roof, both Fred and the girl had become much more relaxed around one another. The man finding comfort in holding her, in one way or another whenever they were together. It made things easier that she visibly brightened up whenever he did so, her little cheeks warming as she would play with her sleeves to distract herself.

As it was they were laying back on the sofa, Fred propped up against the arm to serve as her chair so she could see the stars better.

“I did say we could go onto the roof, they’d be easier to see from there.” He reminded her, his face rested on her shoulder.

“I like it here,” The girl smiled, sinking even deeper into his chest with a happy sigh.

After some time the pair fell asleep, their faces still positioned up to the living room’s windows as they breathed lightly against each other. Fred’s body wrapped around the girl’s, as she rested beneath the blanket she’d grabbed about an hour earlier.

The man’s body twitched, a small grumble leaving his parted lips when he felt a sharp twinge in his lower back, one that woke him from his slumber. The girl followed suit, mumbling something about heading to bed, but making no move to do so.

“Come on,” Fred sighed, giving in to the pain the sofa was causing him, and stood up to hold out a hand for the girl.

He gave her a long hug as they stood alone in the dark room, only the light from the kitchen giving them some clue of the nearby obstacles. The girl’s arms stayed around Fred, unwilling to let go, almost as if she could tell that he too didn’t want her to go.

“Y-you could sleep up here if you want?” He asked quietly and cautiously, not wanting to spook her with anything too serious. The girl looked up, into his nervous eyes, and nodded.

“Yeah… but n-not because I’m scared or anything-” “Oh yeah of course not.” Fred nodded, a small smile on his lips.

“I just want you to know that I want to stay because I want to, no other reason- you know?”

Fred laughed at how she rambled before him.

“I think so… but you lost me somewhere in there.” “Shut up.” She grumbled, hiding her smile badly.

The two of them went up to Fred’s room, resting in one anothers hold just as easily as they’d done on the sofa so many nights before. Y/n pushed past the memories of his bed, not wanting to remember the circumstances under which she was last in there.

Instead she focused on the man beside her who, despite his tired nature, couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep until she did in case she needed him.

“I’m glad you’re here,” He whispered, her face appearing better as his eyes adjusted to the pitch black room. “I’m glad I stayed.”

A large hand rested upon the girl’s face, the skin smooth and warm as she closed her eyes beneath his touch. She couldn’t help but hold her breath, feeling the intensity between them growing as he ran his fingertips slowly over her face and onto her jaw.

Fred’s lips felt even better as he pressed them against her neck with restrained passion, the short gasps from the girl only urging him to finally give in to his desires with every passing second.

When the man leant up, pulling away from her skin, he saw the way her eyes shined as they locked into his. She greeted him with a small smile, still in awe of the moment.

“You okay?” He whispered, worried that she was having second thoughts.

“I’m great.”

The girl took his face in her hands, holding tight so she could keep him as close as possible while she kissed him, properly this time. With no regrets, no second thoughts, and not even a glimpse of hesitation, she finally let her body take over.

-

George sat at the kitchen table, his mug of coffee hovering over his mouth as he watched the clock on the wall; wondering when either one of the missing pair were going to turn up before the shop opened. His question was answered when the sound of Fred’s door closing echoed throughout the loft, followed by a quiet curse.

“Ah! Caught you!” He shouted, making the girl jump out of her skin as she attempted to creep through the living room.

“Oh… Georgie- I-uh I didn’t realise you were awake.” She stuttered, halting at the door when she remembered she was covered in Fred’s old quidditch jersey.

“Well, we do open in twenty minutes.” He smirked, nodding at her appearance.

She looked down at herself with a nervous laugh.

“I-I was just borrowing this for… um… for-” “Cut the crap. I already know.” George laughed, deciding that he’d teased the poor girl enough for one morning.

Y/n just rolled her eyes and sat down across from him, stealing his toast from the plate.

“How did you know?” She asked, crumbs falling onto her lap as she curled up in the wooden chair with bleary eyes.

“Well first off you two aren’t exactly subtle with the lovey-dovey gazes at one another.” He scoffed.

“Come on, it’s not that bad.” She argued playfully, taking his coffee too and taking a large, well-needed, gulp.

“No, I suppose it’s not-” He gave in, the smirk still painfully strong however. “But the sound of you two going at it all night, that kind of gave it away.”

The girl choked on her mouthful of toast, close to spitting it out at George’s blunt words.

“Oh god.” She sputtered out, grabbing his drink once again to settle her surprised coughs.

“I mean- really! Did you both forget that magic exists?” “Was it that loud?” She seemed to be surprised, even at her own capabilities.

“Please- don’t make me relive it.” George groaned, dodging the girl’s light slap as she leant over the table to strike him.

“What are you shouting about-” Fred froze in the doorway when he noticed y/n was still wearing his clothes, even after she’d told him she was sneaking down to change before his brother noticed.

“Gig’s up freddie boy! You’ve been caught!” George announced, throwing his hands in the air like he was at an actual quidditch game, which was very fitting.

“Oh y/n! Come on! He saw you?”

The girl scoffed along with George.

“Do not blame me, he knew well before I came down.” The girl defended herself with a smile, hiding her face behind the coffee cup which she had now claimed as her own.

“What? How?” Fred asked, seeing his brother’s face drop slightly.

“Please- not again.” He begged, this time blind to the girl’s smack on the back of his head as she moved to the sink.

“Right drama queens,” She teased, “Long day ahead of us, huh?” The girl winked at Fred, making his brother groan out in playful disgust.

“I have to live with this now- OW!” Fred was much better at hitting his brother, knowing where it would hurt most.

-

“So, where are you two gonna go on a date?” Ginny asked, leaning against a shelf of electric shock shakes that the girl was stacking up.

“It’s not like that Gin- we’re taking things slow.” She told her friend, making sure they were out of earshot of the man in question.

“Boring!” The youngest Weasley wasn’t one for subtly, especially when she had more free-time on her hands while on break from quidditch practices.

“Ooh what about somewhere really romantic- like paris!” The redhead exclaimed, startling some passing customers.

“What’s in paris?” Y/n laughed, passing it off as a joke.

“Umm- what’s not in paris more like.”

“I’m not in Paris.” George stuck his head between the two girls, making them jump in shock. Ginny shoved him away slightly.

“Get lost, no one wants you to third wheel their date.” She complained.

“You and Freddie are dating? I thought this was purely casual.” He frowned.

The girl whipped round.

“It is casual, but Ginny’s got it in her head that we’re on the road to marriage or something.”

“Well duh, eventually you will be.” Her friend scoffed, acting as though she was the only one in their right minds. “We should go shopping, I saw this perfect dress down at Madam Malkins’ the other day- I could get it for you.” “No, you’ve done enough for me-” The girl tried to protest, but Ginny was too lost in the idea to stop rambling on about Paris and new dresses and romantic restaurants.

“I’ve seen her like this before,” George whispered, seeing the look of fear on the girl’s face as she saw no way out. “Sometimes, if you back away very slowly, she doesn’t even notice that you’re gone.” He explained, grabbing her wrist and taking her away very slowly.

It turned out George was very experienced with Ginny taming, and they managed to get away unscathed.

“That’ll keep her busy for at least twenty minutes.” He laughed, from the safety of the counter, where he could pretend to be busy if she tried to hassle him.

“What? The sound of her own voice.” “Honestly, it’s a strange sight- but she can entertain herself like no one else.” He laughed, reminiscing on times when he’d find a six year old Ginny Weasley interviewing herself in the bathroom mirror like she was writing an article for the prophet.

“You’re a lifesaver Georgie.”

“What are we hiding from?” Fred whispered, poking his head between the two just as George had done earlier. It garnered a similar reaction, with both jumping at the sound of his voice.

“Little miss chatterbox over there.” George sighed, slumping into the stool that laid behind the till.

“Oh yeah, it’s best to let her wear herself out when she’s like this.” Fred nodded, putting down the boxes he’d been carrying. “Has she mentioned paris yet?” He asked.

“How did you know?” Y/n gasped, eyeing him up suspiciously.

“Oh she cornered me earlier, honestly I thought I’d never get away-” He huffed at the memory, “I ended up knocking over a lamp just so I could have a reason to get away.”

Freddie handed a dustpan and brush to his brother.

“That reminds me, cleanup on aisle two.” He teased, giving George a playful smack on the back as he sloped off to reluctantly do Fred’s dirty work.

“You’re cruel,” The girl grinned, leaning into his side like it was second nature to them.

“Don’t deny it- you love it.”

She looked up at the man with a wide smile, one that he would have to dream of every night if it hadn’t been there beside him when he woke up that morning.

“I know we said casual-” The girl started, instilling a little fear in them both. “-so this isn’t me asking for a date, don’t worry. But there is somewhere we could go. She offered up with a hopeful look. “If you wanted to watch the stars, that is.”

Fred leant up against the back wall, his body about a head taller than the girl’s as he smirked down at her.

“Are you telling me that my beautiful roof isn’t enough for you?” He teased, clutching his heart like it had been stabbed by her words. “I’m hurt!” “Well- if you come with me then we can decide which is better, yeah?” She smirked and Freddie couldn’t help but give in to her perfect little face.

“Of course darling, oh- watch out, Ginny’s clocked us.”

Fred scurried away, ducking his head, and leaving the girl to fend for herschel against his sister’s constant stream of date ideas.

“Traitor!” She called after him, huffing in defeat when Ginny whipped out a dress catalogue, flicking through to show her all the pages she had marked. Where had she got that from?

-

Once the shop served it’s last customer, and the twins forcibly removed their little sister from y/n’s side, all three of them settled in for the night. George, being the secret granddad he truly was, went off to bed early with complaints of back pain. That only made the teasing easier.

“I was the one doing heavy lifting too!” Fred called after him from the kitchen, cleaning up their dirty plates.

“We are all painfully aware- given how often you mention it.” The girl laughed, rolling her eyes as he bared his teeth to her. “Play nice.” She sneered, jumping out of the way while the man tried to flick water onto her with his wand.

Once their miniature water fight ended with a truce, the girl wrapped her arms around Fred’s waist, nuzzling her head into his back with a comfortable hum. The man smiled to himself, one hand conducting the dishes before him and the other rubbing gently over her fingers.

“So,” He started, his voice rumbling through his body. “You gonna tell me where we’re going later?” “Nope, it’s a surprise.” She giggled.

“Or a kidnapping- it sounds like a kidnapping.” He insisted, teasing the girl as she spoke.

“I promise that I won’t kidnap you, especially since you and Georgie were kind enough to not be creeps when I moved in.”

“I wouldn’t speak too soon darling.” Fred warned, finally setting down his wand and grabbing her body to hold her properly.

She wrapped her legs around him, leaning back to get a good look at the man’s face.

“What?” He asked her.

“Nothing. I’m just looking.”

“Well, I don’t blame you.” He scoffed, planting soft kisses onto her cheeks and all over her face, basking in the squeaks of happiness that she made with each one.

-

It was well past midnight when the girl finally convinced Fred to leave the loft, their make out session having gotten a little heated once they moved it to the bedroom. At least this time one of them remembered to cast a silencing spell, the fear of another lecture from George becoming a real threat to the couple.

“I’m coming- chill out,” Fred laughed, seeing the girl waiting in the middle of the living room with a nervous tap in her feet. “Let me just grab a jacket.”

“I’m getting impatient Freddie,” She whined out, excited to show him her favourite spot.

The man chuckled as he took her hand, giving her one last look of pride before they disappeared from the loft with a flash of air. Y/n had never apparated before she left home, but the twins had been eager to teach her how, seeing as she had enjoyed it much more than the floo line.

“Where the hell is this place?” Freddie frowned when they landed in the middle of a wooded clearing, only the sound of rustling leaves to be heard around them. The man spun round, taking in the serenity of this place compared to the bustling city.

“This is Godstone cove,” The girl explained, taking his hand again and leading him through the woods, closer to where they could see the moon shining through the trees.

“This is a forest y/n.”

“I know this isn’t the cove, but there is one- come on!” She pulled him, still just as impatient as when she had been waiting for him to leave.

As the moon’s light became brighter, the trees began to dwindle away, revealing a small patch of patch in front of them. The water licked across it gently, barely making a sound. Fred stood watching the sky’s light ripple over the waves.

“Here we are.” She announced, taking a seat on the sand with a happy sigh. Fred followed suit, his eyes locked on the stars above them. She was right, it was a perfect place to watch them.

“How did you find this place?” He asked her, an arms fixed round her waist as they laid back on the sand.

“My aunt took me here when I was younger, it was the closest thing to a beach that I’d ever see.” “You never mentioned an aunt.” The man’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as if they didn’t want to disturb the peace all around them.

“I only knew her for a short time. She was my father’s sister and she was great, she’d always bring me presents and play with me- but she travelled a lot.” “Why did she leave?” It was like he already knew, he knew something had gone wrong.

“I don’t remember much about it-” She started, hesitantly, but still with a welcome smile on her face. Just the memory of her aunt, even the unpleasant ones, still filled her with warmth. “But she and my father got into an argument, a bad one, and she said something about leaving the country for good.”

“And your father didn’t like that?” “I think he hated the idea of being away from her, not being able to look after her when she needed it. Except it came out as hatred… which only pushed her away even more.” “I’m sorry y/n,” He held her closer, knowing that talking about her family had never come easy to the girl.

“She brought me here the day before she left, our last adventure, that’s what she’d told me.” Her little chuckle still sounded sad. “Then that was it, my parents never spoke of her again- even if I tried to bring her up, they would just tell me to forget her.”

The water sloshed against the small wooden pier beside them as they laid in each other’s arms.

“You know my family loves you.” Fred said, out of the blue.

“They’re all brilliant,” She beamed, thankful that they had brought her such kindness.

“Well then you don’t need anyone else, as long as you have us… and you always will.”

When the girl looked at him her eyes sparkled, maybe because of the stars, or maybe because of the threatening tears. But she didn’t care, she no longer wanted a family that outed her for being curious or one that planned her life to the day.

She had Fred, and that was all the girl could ever ask for.

“I love you.” The man blurted out, still staring deep into her soul. The girl went to respond, a few seconds later, to which he just interrupted. “-No, you don’t need to say it back, I don’t expect you to, I just wanted you to know- that’s all.”

“Freddie?” She asked with a grin, loving the way he rambled when he was nervous.

“Yes darling?” “I love you.”

-

The pair laid together for hours, watching the sun rise and drifting off  to the sound of rippling water. Freddie watched her sleep for a while, the orange glow of the waking sky lighting up her cheeks as he stroked them.

When they finally awoke together it was early enough for them to head back to the loft and still get some rest before the day began. Freddie held her, still drowsy, in his arms and apparated them back to his room, vowing to return to Godstone cove with her again when they next got the chance.

George had woken them both at 8 o’clock, with a less than lovely song about them shagging. Despite the fact that by the time Fred and y/n had made it back, neither of them would have been conscious enough to do so. Still it worked to get them out of bed, even if it was to hit him into silence.

“Ron said he’s gonna drop by today, something about dinner at the burrow.” He explained, rubbing his messy hair from his face, ignoring the scowl’s that Freddie was sending him.

“Oh yeah Hermione wrote a couple days ago to tell me, said Ron keeps forgetting to let you guys know.” The girl explained, watching the toaster with hopeful eyes.

“So you knew as well?” Fred asked.

“And didn’t tell us either?” George finished.

Y/n just laughed and leant against the counter.

“Well then what would be the point of Ron?” She proposed, to which both men amazingly agreed. “Your poor siblings.”

“Hey, you’re practically part of the family, remember- don’t think you’re excused from our teasing.” Fred scoffed.

“God don’t I know it.” She groaned.

“Ahh y/n as part of the family,” George dramatically stated, “does that mean you’re sleeping with your sister now?” He asked his brother.

“Fucking hell Georgie-”

“What’s wrong with you!” “Disgusting!” They cried out, the girl barely needing to move in order to place a good whack on the back of his head.

The man grimaced but basked in the chaos his off handed comment had created.

“Don’t even say that, she’s my girlfriend for merlin’s sake!” Fred chimed, unknowing of what he’d just announced in front of the other two.

All of them froze, George holding his mug still in the air, the girl with her hand ready on the fridge door and Freddie gripping the cereal box in one hand. All the while contemplating asking Hermione if she could help him find another time turner, just so he could avoid this tense silence.

The toaster popped up, jump-starting all three of them again, as if they had been reset.

“I am?” The girl finally spoke up.

“W-well… unless you have a problem with that?” Freddie joked, half cursing himself for not being a little more serious.

“You can run now, it’s not too late.” George whispered, but to whom it was unclear.

“Shut up George!” Both of them responded regardless, making it very clear how the girl felt.

“I don’t have a problem with that, I love you… remember?” She smiled, a little glint in her eye as she did.

George groaned, throwing his head onto the table with a thud.

“I can’t take you two!” He cried out.

“Then get laid!” The girl said sweetly, catching them all off guard. “Come on you two, stop gawking and get downstairs, we’re gonna be late opening.”

-

The night that everyone gathered at the burrow had been a celebratory one of sorts. Molly Weasley had been over the moon to see Fred so happy with the girl, after the confirmation that Bill wasn’t upset about it of course, and Ginny was using up her last evening of getting drunk before she was back to practising for the quidditch world cup.

Everyone else humoured the occasion, which had ended with a pile of empty firewhiskey bottles and some pitchy karaoke from Arthur and George. It hadn’t been a surprise that they ended up back at the loft in a pile of limbs, none of them anywhere near sober enough to stay standing while they apparated home.

“Leave him!” Fred wheezed, seeing how his brother hadn’t waited a single second before falling asleep on the hard wooden floor of the living room. “You know he’s impossible to wake when he’s like this.” The girl giggled, but agreed, letting his leg hit the floor after trying to drag him to his room.

“Come on, I’m exhausted.” The man groaned, taking her hand.

“Yes well that’s because you and Harry insisted on having a race around the house.” “Which I won, I’ll have you know!”

“Only because you jelly-legsed Harry- that’s right, I saw you do it!” She accused, with a smug grin on her face.

“Let me have it, just this once?” He pleaded.

“Fine… I’ll be up in a minute, I wanna get some clean pyjamas from downstairs.” The man nodded at her words, silently stumbling up the set of stairs to his room.

Y/n chuckled to herself, giving George another nudge as she passed him and lit her wand to shine the way down through the shop. Her room was untouched, given that she barely spent any time in it now that she slept with Freddie most nights. A part of her felt bad, but it was sad being away from her boyfriend when he was just a short walk from her.

Once the lamp was switched on she saw the unfamiliar owl at the window, its little beak too quiet to be heard as it tried to tap on the glass. Hurriedly she opened it up, taking the letter from between its beak and frowning.

The hand in which the letter was written made the girl’s stomach drop immediately, a feeling of impending doom washing over her as she slipped the parchment from the envelope with shaky hands.

Y/n, this nonsense has gone on far too long. Your Father and I have spent months tracking you down, and if this letter EVER finds you then just know that we are extremely disappointed. Though I’m sure that is a fact you must be aware of already. We request you return home immediately, from wherever it is you are holed up. You are too young to be alone in this world, there are all sorts of people who wish to pray on you.

As if it is bad enough that you have run away like some sort of delinquent, you have put a stain on our family name. Forever more will we have the reputation that our daughter cannot be controlled, however do you wish to find a husband that way? Who would want you when you’ve already been exposed to the smog of a spinster’s life, absolutely no one respectable, that’s who.

Now you will come home at once or else we will have no choice but to take more forceful measures to make sure you’re returned to our care. This is non negotiable, you will be punished, I will see to it.

Mother.

Why hadn’t it been a howler? The girl wondered, peering over the words with her eyes unwilling to blink between each letter written down. She had heard about the punishment from the twins, of course, and presumed that she hadn’t received one because she was always home. Maybe her mother was trying to lull her into a sense of security, hoping she would take her advice and just go back home to be punished like it seemed to be her parent’s wishes. The twins could help her understand it better, the girl thought, well Freddie at least, seeing as he was the only one alive.

She grabbed a change of clothes, and held onto the letter, lighting the way once again with her wand when there was a knock on the shop’s front door. The girl turned, pointing her wand to a figure who stood outside, in the alley.

“Neville?” She asked, frowning at the man, who had a look of worry on her face. She neared the door, a polite smile on her face, despite the fact that it was the early hours of the morning and all she wanted was to sleep. “What are you doing here?” She asked as she opened the door.

“Oh god y/n… I’m- I’m so sorry.” He stuttered shakily, turning his head a little to reveal the man crouching down at the edge of the building.

The alley was dark and it was a struggle to see much, but y/n couldn’t miss the glint of silver that reflected the moon. It had been a quick flash of light, enough to draw her eyes down, where the man held a blade threateningly towards them both.

“Now now, don’t make a scene sweetie.”

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[brockadoodles]

illicit affairs - a. matthews

AN: So this was actually the first folklore series fic I wrote, back when the album came out. I just never posted it because honestly I was scared to get mean, shitty anons for writing it. Because on my old blog, I always got rude shit about him. But like, so many people have asked for me to write for Auston and I wanted to so, fuck that, I’m posting it. Special shoutout to @broadstbroskis and @woah-were-halfway-there for hyping me up into posting it. And of course, miss @hockeyboysiguess who has known about it the entire time. 

Word Count: 1886

Warnings: ANGST, literally no happiness, also cheating sorry, and mentions of drinking.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies and it dies and it dies A million little times

It had started off innocent, a way to fill a space in your heart while he was away, it was never supposed to become anything more. You should have known it was wrong, you should have known you were demolishing your relationship that never really had any problems in the first place. You could lie to yourself, blame it on the insecurities, blame it on the loneliness, but you could never blame him. 

Auston wasn’t around all of the time, the nature of his job sending him away multiple times a week for months out of the year. He loved you, and by all accounts, he did everything right. He spent as much time on the phone with you as he could, being there in every way he could when he wasn’t physically in Toronto. By all accounts, he was the perfect partner. 

You pushed away from the loneliness, the inner workings of your mind reassuring you things were fine. That you were happy, but happy people don’t emotionally invest in someone who isn’t their partner. They don’t do what you did. 

Auston was with his team in California, a two-week-long trip that had you feeling more empty and alone than you had ever felt. You did everything you could to busy yourself, counting down the hours until he would call, hoping that the sound of his voice would bring you back to the happiness you once knew with him, but it didn’t. When he called, all you could focus on was the photo on your nightstand with him, one of you on his back after a night out, drunk smiles on both of your faces. You didn’t even recognize the person looking back at you in the dark frame. You didn’t even hear anything Auston said that night. All you felt was empty.

It was November when it started. A night out that led to the final nail in the coffin of your relationship. You saw him from across the bar, instantly recognizing the boy you once knew. He was everything that Auston wasn’t, and you found yourself nostalgic about the friendship you once had. He was shorter than Auston, smaller. His hair was light and Auston’s was dark. His blue eyes didn’t look at you with love like Auston’s, they looked at you with a lust behind them that made you feel wanted in a way that Auston couldn’t. Your heart wasn’t with Auston anymore, and all it took was a slap of nostalgia to pull you back from a relationship that at one point you thought you would sink without. 

He came over, gliding up to you with ease. Conversation and drinks flowing freely. The gin was getting to your head, but your judgement had been clouded by more than just a shitty mixed gin and tonic. 

His hand came gliding up your jeans, his fingers delicately along the rips of the black jeans, Auston’s favorite pair of jeans on you. You were relishing in the feeling, tuning out the noise of the bar, focussing on the guy in front of you, the guy that was everything that was wrong. Your phone was lighting up with texts from your boyfriend that you didn’t care to open. 

“Are you seeing anyone?” The words slipped from his lips, fingers sliding further up your thigh. The question should have been enough to snap you out of it, to remind yourself that what you were doing was wrong. But it didn’t, because you didn’t care about your boyfriend who was currently miles away, sending you what were likely sweet goodnight messages. Instead, you took the hammer to your relationship and took someone else into your bed.     

You should have known better with each text, flirtation, and appreciation evident in every word. You should have known better when texts became calls that had you sharing the most intimate details of your life. Never reveal that you had a home, one you shared with someone who had been your partner for the last three years. One who went away thinking nothing was ever wrong between you. 

Calls evolved into dates, where you’d dress up in your most beautiful clothing, a spritz of the perfume Auston always said he loved. Dates became going home with him, hands roaming, stolen kisses in the elevator up to the home you shared with Auston. 

You should have known better every time you put the photos of you and Auston in the drawer, never to be seen as another man sank into you each night you were otherwise alone. Each time you claimed it was the last, trying to convince yourself that once Auston was back you would stop. But you never did.    

You were throwing things around in the closet, looking for something specific when you found it, the item that caused everything you were haphazardly doing to come crashing to the surface. The small black box that should have been the beginning of a life with someone else. 

You held the small, velvet box in your hands, tears blurring your vision as you opened it. The ring was everything you would have ever wanted. A simple, yet beautiful diamond staring back at you. The ring glistened, a shiny reminder of everything you had done the last six months, every time you emotionally and physically left your own relationship, telling yourself it didn’t mean anything. Telling yourself Auston was away, and you were lonely. The most heartbreaking thing about it was that he trusted you, he fully trusted you, and you took that trust and threw it as far as you could, at the time not caring about the consequences.

Tears blurred your vision as the reality of your mistakes set in. Auston loved you, wholeheartedly. He did all of the things that people do when they’re in love. He took you home, he brought you into his family, he wanted a life with you. He knew you, only to be disadvantaged by a career that prevented him from being around all the time. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and you wrecked him anyway. The worst part was that he had no idea about any of it. He didn’t know that you had slept with someone else. He didn’t know that you had been doing it behind his back for months. He didn’t know about the late phone calls, the secret meetings, who you brought into your bed while he was away. He didn’t know that your heart had left long before that.  

You choked back a sob, carefully putting the ring back where you found it, knowing full well you had to tell him. You couldn’t marry him, not after what you had done in the last six months. 

When he came home and tried to kiss you in greeting, you pulled back. You pushed his body back from you, eyes diverting away from his as you spoke.

“I found the ring.” You whispered. 

“Shit, I mean that’s not how I wanted to give it to you, but-”

“I can’t marry you, Auston. I’ve been with someone else.” You couldn’t look at him, you couldn’t look at his face twist and his eyes fall. You couldn’t look at the personification of his heart shattering right in front of you even though it was your hand crushing it. 

“Has he been here?” Auston pinched the bridge of his nose, his own tears starting to form clouds in his eyes, hoping more than anything that the answer was no. 

“Yes.” All he saw was red as you said it. 

“What do you do with these while he’s here fucking you in our bed?” He spoke, his voice dull and full of disappointment, grabbing the photo of the two of you from the bedside table, the one you carefully tucked away each time. You couldn’t stop the sobs coming from your body, pleading with Auston that you were sorry. That it didn’t mean anything, that you never wanted to hurt him, even though your words meant nothing at this point. 

He threw the picture frame at the wall, glass shattering all over the floor, a final representation of the now nearly four-year relationship that you threw away one night at a bar six months ago. His eyes were red, tears flowing freely. 

“How long?” He asked, covering his eyes with one hand trying to steady his own breathing. You made no move to answer him, instead of looking down at the ground. Shame and guilt filling your heart, Auston was nothing but good to you, and you threw it back in his face repeatedly, for months. 

“How fucking long? He repeated, growing frustrated with your lack of an answer. 

“November.” You whispered, fresh tears falling down your cheeks. Auston looked at you, then walked into the closet, throwing things around before coming back with what you assumed was the ring in his hand. He tossed the box onto the bed in front of you, looking at you like you’d never seen him look at anyone before. 

“Here, you can have this. Fucking pawn it for all I care.” His voice was cold, a tenor you had never heard him use with anyone, let alone you, and you couldn’t even blame him for it, all you could blame was yourself. 

He didn’t say anything to you as you packed a bag. He didn’t say anything as you cleaned up the shattered picture frame from the bedroom floor. Auston didn’t have anything left to say to you at all, his own mind was still trying to work out how he had missed it. How he could have been better to you so that you didn’t need to look for comfort from someone else. He didn’t say anything when you left that night, or when you came back a week later to move out the rest of your stuff, letting you walk out and take your mistakes with you. 

He didn’t stay in that room anymore, instead, he slept in the guest room. When the season ended, he caught the first flight back to Arizona and didn’t look back. He spent four years looking back for you, and now he had to learn how to live with his own broken heart and the mess that you made. 

You only saw Auston once after that, at a bar, nearly six months after. The guy you had cheated on him with had been long gone, and you had spent those six months trying to understand what you had done. You were trying to piece yourself back together with a guilty conscience and a hole in your chest that had you feeling lonelier than you ever thought you were capable of feeling. 

You made eye contact and watched his face fall, turning quickly away from you back to whoever it was that he was with. You downed the rest of your drink and closed your tab, walking out and closing the chapter on the illicit affair you had for good, a drunken promise made to yourself in an attempt to never be as lost as you were again. 

[angryschnauzer]

Superior Specimen - Chapter 2

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig… and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Chapter 1, 

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex

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I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Superior Specimen – Chapter 2

 You were thankful you were on the late shift the next day, you’d taken matters into your own hands again whilst in bed the night before, using your fingers and toys to make yourself cum again and again, each time images of Henry clouding your mind. Your stomach muscles ached from the amount of times you’d abused them with powerful orgasms, but it gave you a pleasant reminder as you trotted up the steps to the staff entrance of the museum.

 With your personal belongings secured in your locker, your name badge and security pass clipped to the chest of your blouse, you made your way through the building until you reached the main atrium… and stopped.

 To your surprise the place was packed, not just with visitors, but with staff setting out velvet ropes and areas to control the crowds. Squeezing past a large group of excited school kids and their teachers you finally made it to the desk, raising an eyebrow at your co-worker;

 “What’s going on?”

 “It’s that presentation today… you know, the new dig that found the new species of Theropod. They’re announcing the plans for the new installation in a few weeks, got most of the archaeologists that were on the Russian expedition here today too”

 “Oh… I had forgotten that was today” you were surprised at yourself for forgetting, it had after all been on the staff agenda for a couple of weeks. Your co-worker handed you a printout of the days schedule, and glancing down it you saw a few points for the preparation that hadn’t yet been crossed off; “Do they still need the handouts in the presentation space?”

 “Oh yeah… someone’ll need to run them up in a few minutes”

 “I’ll take them”

 “Great” your co-worker turned and smiled at more visitors that were heading towards the desk whilst you bent down and checked through the boxes of various leaflets and handouts that were stored under the desk, only hearing her as she spoke to whoever had arrived;

 “Dr Cavill, so good to see you back again”

 “Oh, you know, it’s good to be back in these old hallways, feels like home”

 You froze, you recognised that voice. Your co-worker tapped you on your shoulder;

 “Hey, get up here, I need to introduce you!” she said excitedly.

 Taking a deep breath you stood and turned, straightening your blouse as you watched Henry look at you and the realisation hit of who you were, he however managed to hide it well, just a faint blush dusting across his face as he held out a large hand to you;

 “It’s a pleasure to meet you”

 Taking it you tried not to smirk - or giggle, laugh, or cry - as you shook his hand, unable to get over how huge it was and how it practically swamped your own average sized one;

 “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Sir”

 Noticing how he seemed to suck one cheek in, as if biting it from the inside, he nodded to the box you had previously lifted onto the desk;

 “Everything sorted for the presentation?”

“Just need to get the handouts into the displays on the 3rd floor”

 “Here, let me carry that for you”

 As the pair of you walked up the main staircase beside each other, the crowds seem to part like a sea as Henry headed towards them, the heavy box of paper tucked under one arm as he carried it with ease. Once you reached the third floor he made straight for the presentation area, unclipping the velvet rope with his free hand and letting you pass, before hooking it back again behind the pair of you.

 In the quiet vestibule of the upper floor you could see where large screens hung from the ceiling, projectors in the roof rolling a series of slideshows of the dig and the finds, and plans for the new exhibition. He slid the box onto the table before turning, his hands on your hips as he pushed you against the wall, hidden from view. Without a word his lips were on yours and you were opening willingly as his tongue pushed against them, tasting you. His grip on your hips was gentle yet firm, and as he slid his hands up your torso his thumbs pressed against the underside of your breasts through your clothing, and yet the heat from them almost seared your skin. Your senses were bombarded by him, by his touch, by the feel of his hard body against you, by the rich warm tones of his aftershave.The arousal in you was already building, and as you involuntarily clenched your stomach muscles you let out a whimper causing Henry to pull away;

 “Are you ok? Was that too much too soon?”

 Resting a hand on the back of his neck you smiled at him;

 “No, not too much… but you’re turning me on and my stomach hurts from making myself come so many times last night thinking of you…”

 “Oh… well how about…”

 Suddenly he spun you 180º, his arms wrapping around your body before he splayed his huge hands out over your stomach, the heat of his palms soothing your aching muscles like a walking heat pad, holding you tight to his body as his lips brushed against your ear;

 “Can’t have you hurting Princess”

 “Hmmn, no we can’t”

 He pressed a series of light kisses to your earlobe and the side of your neck and you found yourself grinding your ass back against the growing bulge that was pressing against you. Clearing your throat your voice was quiet as you spoke;

 “You didn’t say you were attached to the Museum”

 “I’m sorry...” he slowly turned you until you were facing him; “I should have said from the start, I’m on the board of directors… it was wrong, but there you were, so damn beautiful, unbelievably smart… your comments on the digs feed helped with so many identifications, and then you get a job at the same museum…”

 “I guess it’s something we should probably talk about more, but I’m going to need to be getting back to my job soon, Sir”

 Henry let out a low growl at the use of 'Sir', pulling you flush with his body;

 “I’ll look forward to you calling me Sir outside of work soon”

 “Promises promises…”

 You grinned and kissed him again, before pulling away and glancing down, smirking when you saw the impressive swelling at the front of the khaki trousers;

 “You might need to calm down before the press sees you, Sir”

 He lightly swatted your ass, his handspan covering an entire buttcheek;

 “You get back to the desk, I’ll sort the handouts… call you later?”

 Nodding you grinned and turned the corner, ducking under the velvet rope and smiling to yourself as you returned to your duties.

 -

 The day had flown by and even on the late shift the Museum was busy right up to closing time, the front doors closed to stop any more visitors from entering, and you made an announcement over the public address system in multiple languages that any remaining visitors would need to leave within the following 30 minutes. Setting the handset back onto the cradle you sighed and sat down in the chair, your co-worker smiling at you;

 “A few of us are going for drinks after work, fancy coming?”

 With a smile you nodded;

 “Sounds good”

 At that moment you looked up and saw Henry descending the large staircase, surrounded by a group of VIP’s that had attended the presentation. They paused in the foyer under the Blue Whale skeleton that hung from the ceiling, whilst Henry approached your desk with a smile;

 “Afternoon Ladies, would you be able to arrange a cab for our group of VIP's? They have a booking for dinner”

 With a smile you nodded and dialled for the corporate booking line of Addison Lee, arranging for two 8-seater mini-buses to collect from the side street of the Museum. As you went through the details on the phone Henry made small talk with your colleague;

 “I hope the presentation didn’t make you lovely ladies too busy today?”

 “Not at all Dr Cavill, we had a huge number of people sign up for the newsletter release”

 He nodded;

 “We’ll arrange for a few of bottles of champers for your team today”

 She grinned and nodded to you;

 “Oh, we’re more Gin girl’s Dr Cavill, we’re hitting Soho tonight”

 He let out a low laugh as you hung up, sliding the requisition approval form across the desk;

 “If you could just sign the expense approval form, Sir”

 Signing the form, you watched as his hands moved slowly and surely, before handing the pen back to you;

 “Don’t get into too much trouble then Ladies”

 “Only a little bit…” you grinned.

 -

 Your evening had been fun. In the deep summer London heat the group of you had eaten outside a small street-food place before heading to a lively bar, and three double gin & tonic’s later you were standing on the patio as the sun started to set over the noisy city. Finishing your drink you announced you were heading home, one of your co-workers agreeing as you were both on shift tomorrow - although the late one - and said your goodbyes to everyone else.

 As you wove your way through the busy nightlife of Soho, you saw the taxi rank ahead and escorted your co-worker there, hailing her a cab as she giggled in her drunken state. Giving the driver her address as she crawled into the back seat, she insisted she would message you once home, and you were relieved you’d managed to snag a female cab driver for her. Turning and waving her off you smiled when you looked down the taxi rank and saw Henry surrounded by a group of somewhat inebriated VIP’s, trying to organise them but having little success. Seeing you he gave you puppy dog eyes and mouthed ‘help’, and you approached with a grin on your face;

 “Dr Cavill, was a lovely surprise Sir… you seem to be having a spot of trouble though…”

 The group surrounding him started to recognise you, having signed most of them in for their visit to the Museum earlier, and were greeted by a chorus of drunken hello’s. Henry called out over the top of the drunken rabble;

 “I’m trying to get them into cabs, but the cabs will only drop off at one place”

 “Leave it with me” you winked at him before whistling loudly with two fingers to get the crowd’s attention; “Where is everyone staying?”

 Through everyone talking at the same time you gathered that most were at The Dorchester, whilst some had opted for the Hilton at Marble Arch. You quickly started to herd the VIP’s into black cabs, speaking to the drivers and getting them to arrange with the valets at each hotel to have the fares billed to the VIP’s rooms.

 When the last cab pulled away Henry stood beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders;

 “That was amazing, you did in 5 minutes what I’d spent half an hour trying to do”

 Turning you realised you face was inches from his, and the kiss that followed was natural and tender, his hand straying to your hip where he pulled you flush with his body. 

 When you finally broke apart you both had huge grins plastered across your faces, his voice deep and rough;

 “Let me buy you a drink”

 “Just one… I’ve had a few already and actually have to work tomorrow”

 “Just the one” he promised, slipping his huge hand around yours, and you walked hand in hand to a nearby bar.

Chapter 3 >>>

[machulie]

A Place Further Than the Universe 1/19

Wow! This is definitely an anime I am going to come back to time and time again because of its feel-good story, and its beautiful animation. Every character is amazing and you can’t help but root for them even if there are tensions between them. The audience comes to know and love every character and you can’t get enough of their adorable relationships with each other. (much like another anime I mention later…) 

If I had to pick one episode that really changed me, it would be episode nine. Shirase Kobuchizawa and Gin Todo finally communicate openly and honestly about Shirase’s mother and the nature of their relationship with each other. It really gave me a better in-depth view of who these two characters were (the cute interview scene was also very fun to watch). But the metaphor of the ship breaking through the ice after multiple attempts really resonated with me. The feeling that this whole scene evoked about perseverance, determination, and the eventual overcoming of adversity with a loud “IN YOUR FACE!” was also the same feeling I get while watching sports anime such as my #1 favorite, Haikyuu!! It was just inspiring and fulfilling to see characters who had worked so hard for something finally to succeed. Much like Hinata Shoyo rejoicing after finally slamming his first minus tempo crazy quick insanely unrealistic spike with Tobio Kageyama, Shirase finally stepping foot on Antarctica and yelling out that she finally made it to Antarctica warmed my heart and gave me chills. 

Episode 10 also left me feeling very very warm and whole inside. Yuzuki Shiraishi and her development because of the support of all her friends made me smile so much. It really reminded me of my middle school experience. I really was kind of a loner who didn’t have much to say besides random pokemon facts and what my favorite classical composers were. I never even had a birthday party until I was in 9th grade where friends threw a surprise one for me and I also cried much like Shiraishi did. I really am a completely different person today because of those friends and I can’t even begin to describe what their support has meant to me. 

I would love to talk about Episode 12, only after my eyes stop leaking. (“IM NOT CRYING, YOU ARE! *runs away in shame*) but in all seriousness the moment I saw those emails show up as unread so many emotions burst over me much as they did for Shirase. I couldn’t even begin to explain this built-up tension and worry over what I already knew to be true and it finally being confirmed. This anime masterfully tugged me and my feelings around hoping for the impossible and finally confronting what this whole journey was about. But I believe the message that your friends are there to help you confront your feelings and make it through these hard experiences is so important. There have been so many instances where I felt like I couldn’t go on but with the support of those around me I made it through.

Overall, this anime has been a blessing to experience. I loved all of the characters, the story, the themes, the animation, and the music. This is definitely something I would recommend to a friend and I can’t wait to watch this again in the future. Thanks for reading through this mountain of a post haha! :)

[frostsinth]

The Secret We Keep - Pt. 4

Part 1|2|3  - MasterList -

I’m going to get secondhand embarrassment from these two. And its a killer. Seriously though, I almost can’t stand it myself. AND I’M WRITING IT.

Thank you all for the wonderful feedback on the last post. The comments had me smiling all day. This one’s a little shorter, I think, but hopefully just as good a read. Enjoy! Keep telling me how much you’re suffering! It makes me feel some strange, devilish glee...

After a horribly restless night, the next day had me up at dawn. I couldn’t seem to sit still, and so began carrying the stones out of the pit in the center of the yard. I stacked them alongside the ramshackle stable, careful to keep my injured palm well under wraps. Unfortunately, that only occupied my hands, leaving my mind free to wander. Nerves wrapped cool coils around my gut, and I jumped at every little sound. My thoughts were filled with visions of a huge, dark green-grey orc, as big as a barn and with wild black hair like a lion’s mane around broad shoulders.

Blessedly, a little later in the morning had customers streaming in; the previous day’s roast had piqued the interest of the village it seemed. Many were returning customers, officially placing orders including deposits. The rest of my day was filled with making arrangements and setting scheduled pick ups. One customer even brought chickens they wished cooked; two for dinner that night, the last to be salted for later. I was more than pleased to receive a huge basket of eggs in exchange for the job. It reminded me of old times, back when I was a child before my father became sickly. We had never made much money, but we had never wanted for anything. People had always been willing to trade with the local butcher.

This included, it seemed, the blacksmith down the road. He and his teenaged son stopped by just after noon. Some haggling had a price set for a large amount of meat in exchange for a new set of knives. I was so excited I nearly dislocated his shoulder shaking his hand so hard. But he was genial about it, and promised the work to be completed within a day or two.

I spent the early evening out at the farms, bartering for the animals I would need to fill the orders. The farmers were hardy people, and stubborn as rocks. It was difficult going to procure sales that left me with enough profit to warrant the work. But I enjoyed every second, and had a smile on my face throughout the day, despite how far I had to walk in the heat.

By the time night had fallen, I was eager to collapse into bed. Though I had hoped my exhaustion would bring sleep easily, I still spent half the night staring up at the ceiling in the dark. My mind racing and my heart pounding. When I did finally fall asleep, it was to dreams filled by a pair of broad shoulders and fading footsteps

The next day dawned wet; I knew instantly when the rain started, as it began dripping through the roof onto my nose. I spent the first part of the morning placing buckets under holes in the house to catch the leaks in the thatch. Four in all, at least that I had found. It was the first summer storm in a while, and I stretched myself in the doorway, breathing in the damp air. My yard was already mostly mud, and there was a large puddle forming in the cooking pit. I looked at it regretfully, wishing I had been able to fill it before the rain had hit. But I was relieved to feel the refreshing chill the storm brought to the air, knowing tomorrow the scorching heat would be back.

I skittered across the yard with my apron over my head to avoid the worst of the rain, ducking into the protective cover of the shop front. I kept myself busy prepping some of the work I had pending, and packaging out jerky and salted meats for orders due to be picked up later. I kept my notes meticulous, and scratched the quill neatly over the parchment to mark each package. Then I gathered up my skins in a bundle, tying those with twine, and was able to fill an old flour sack with the feathers from the plucked chickens. I had a barrel full of hollowed and cleaned horns, as well as one with hooves. I placed the feathers and skins on top of those, thinking perhaps I might be able to sell or trade those as well.

The soft scrape of the wood door against the floor surprised me; I had assumed the day would be quiet until the heavy rain let up. I came up from behind the counter, curious who had bothered to venture out in such weather.

My heart leapt into my throat as the big orc hunched his shoulders and ducked into the shop. I didn’t have time to suppress my grin as he dropped the hood of his cloak and closed the door behind him. Muffling the sounds of the rainstorm once more.

“Hans!” I exclaimed, quickly wiping my hands on my apron and coming around the front of the counter.

I stopped short, suddenly fearing my overeagerness would put him off. I smiled, but shuffled my feet and rubbed the back of my neck as he slowly moved deeper into the shop. I looked for something to say, or wondered if perhaps I should go embrace him, or tell him how much I had been thinking of him. But I did none of these things, instead just standing there like a buffoon as he shook the rain off his cloak.

When his slate eyes found mine, I felt my breath catch in my throat. I hoped that maybe he would be braver in that moment, or give me some sort of lead to follow. He stood there silently for a moment, then cleared his throat and took one hesitant step forward. I smiled again, wringing my hands and glancing at the ground. Uncertain exactly where we stood now, or what he expected of me. I tried to remember what had preceded our previous encounter. Wondering if I could recreate it enough to bring us back to that moment.

“...A-are you hungry?” I finally managed to stammer, feeling heat rise to my cheeks, “I probably have some salted pork around…” I turned, rushing back over to the crates and barrels behind the counter, “I’d invite you back to the house for some gin, but there are so many leaks in the roof, we’d be better off standing outside.” He turned, scowling, his attention perked at my words. “Luckily I have almost everything we need here-”

The big orc gave a hearty growl, cutting me off, then turned, stomping across the shop. He ducked out the back door into the driving rain. I managed to dart over to the doorway just in time to see him reaching the house. He hadn’t bothered to pull up his hood again. I quickly yanked my apron back over my head and followed after him.

“I-is something wrong?” I called in confusion as I reached the door, dropping my apron. 

At first, my heart raced, thinking he had decided to take matters into his own hands. To be more forward, rather than doing our usual dance. But the orc in question was studying the leaks, rubbing one big hand over his chin. I saw him assess them with a critical eye, including the buckets and jars half full of water beneath them. I barely had time to move out of the way as he bustled past me again, back out into the rain. I started to call after him, even stepping one foot back into the yard. But Hans ignored me, striding over to the pile of wood he had brought with him the last time. Selecting several pieces, as well as a hammer and some nails, he strode back over to the house. After leaning the long slats against the wall, he dragged over one of my larger barrels, testing it before clambering on top. I groaned internally; at this point, I should know better than to wonder at his strange desire to fix all my problems as soon as he learned of them. In fact, I blamed myself for mentioning it at all.

“Hans, come inside!” I had to practically shout to be heard over the din of the heavy rain, “It's too wet right now, you’ll get hurt! The leaks aren’t that bad, really!”

From the barrel, he was easily able to reach up and grab hold of the edge of the roof. I gasped nervously as he hoisted himself up. Unsure if the old roof was ready to hold the weight of such a huge orc.

“Hans!” I shouted again, coming around to the front of the house to look up at him. I cupped one hand at my forehead to keep the rain from running into my eyes. “Please! Be careful!”

I watched him shuffle the thatch around, finding the first hole. Before he could come back to the edge, I rushed over and lifted one wooden slat, passing it up to him. He growled, giving me a dark disapproving look. I knew he would probably rather I wait inside. But I wasn’t about to do that when he was up there getting himself drenched in the rain. And perhaps the less he moved up and down off the roof, the less likely it was to come crashing down around his ears.

He worked quickly, hammering the slat into place and rearranging the thatch on top. I watched anxiously as he carefully navigated the frame of the roof. I passed him the next slat, and the next. I heard the old wood groaning in protest, and at one point there was an audible crack that had me jumping out of my skin. But it held, and soon the big orc clambered back down, dangling his legs over the side before dropping the last few feet.

I practically shoved him with both hands into the house, unconcerned about his soaked boots or the water dripping off of every inch of his body. Between the two of us, the dirt floor inside was soon slick mud.

“Are you crazy?” I demanded, closing the door behind us and spinning on him. “You could’ve been hurt! How did you know that old roof would even hold you?”

Hans merely snorted, wiping the streaming water from his forehead with the back of one hand. He seemed to be avoiding my gaze, and shuffled his feet awkwardly in the center of my tiny house. I rolled my eyes, gritting my teeth. I moved over to the table, dragging of of the benches closer to the oven and propping open the door to let the warmth of the small fire out.

“Strip your wet clothes and sit!” I ordered, hands on my hips. Brow furrowed.

I saw him raise one large brow at this, and seemed to consider me for a moment. I wondered if my frustration was seeping smoke out my ears, for it certainly felt like it might. But when I thought about how reckless he had been? All for my sake? I nearly collapsed from the shock of it.

Apparently I looked serious enough, for he reached up and began unstrapping his armor. While he did, I grabbed a few more small logs from by the door and stoked up the fire as well as clearing the table. As he removed his armor, I spread it out there to dry, then grabbed a spare line of twine to string between the rafters over the stove. I barely glanced at his bare chest as he passed me his shirt and obediently sat by the fire in just his trousers. I reached up, standing on my tip toes, and draped his tunic over the line.

Next I went to the bed, pulling off my large comforter and carrying it over. I dropped it around his burly shoulders as he bent down to remove his soaked boots and stockings. He glanced over at me as I did, and I saw his nose twitch as his big fingers curled into the blanket and pulled it around himself. I found I was still fuming, even after all that. Kicking his boots closer to the fire, I spun to him again, hands back on my hips.

“Of all the absolutely outrageous, dangerous, stupid…” I shook my head biting my tongue, “You would think you had never heard of the ills of working in the rain. I’ve heard of the stubbornness of orcs, but by the Gods! The leaks were hardly going to-” I stopped again, tossing up my hands and sighing in exasperation.

I turned, going over to the shelf and pulling down a bottle of gin and a drinking horn. Bringing it back over to him, I practically shoved the cup into his hand, still scowling as I worked the cork off and filled it to the halfway mark.

“Here. This will warm you faster than the fire.” I grumbled, “And hopefully if we’re lucky you won’t catch your death.”

Hans caught my hand as I went to recork the bottle, and I finally looked at him. His deep blue eyes were soft, studying my face as his hand gently stilled my motions. He ran his thumb over my knuckles, and glanced down at our hands briefly before looking back up at my face. I felt my frustration and will power waver at his touch, felt my breath catch as I saw his big eyes staring up at me. I struggled, holding on to whatever was left, resisting the urge to melt before him.

“...You are drenched too.” He pointed out, his deep voice quieter than usual.

That did give me pause. I looked down at my soaked dress, and felt my wet hair plastered to my neck. I realized I must look quite the sight. The warmth of the orc’s hand against mine sent my mind spinning, and the last of my anger fizzled out. Perhaps he saw my expression softening, because I felt him give my hand a light squeeze. Making it nearly impossible to stay mad at the fool.

I sighed again, nodding in agreement. So he released my hand, somewhat reluctantly, and I slipped over to the corner. I had no other dresses I could wear, I realized, and glanced at him over my shoulder. I found his eyes following me, and felt my ears grow a little hot. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and turned back to face the stove. But he was right. I could not stay in the wet clothes, and now that I was calmer I could already feel goosebumps tracing across my damp skin.

Slowly, hesitantly, I reached up and undid the tie at my throat. Then the one at my waist. Swallowing nervously, I checked back over my shoulder. But the orc’s broad back was still to me, and I heard him slowly sipping at the gin. I let the dress fall away, revealing my thin slip underneath. Perfect for sleeping in hot weather. Not exactly the most appropriate thing to wear with company.

Digging through the old, worn chest at the foot of my bed, I pulled out my woolen shawl and wrapped it around my shoulders. Not a perfect fix, but better than nothing. At least the important parts were covered.

Gathering up my damp clothes, I walked back over and reached up on my tiptoes again to drape them beside Hans’ tunic on the line. I tried to ignore the heat rising into my cheeks as I went over and grabbed a horn for myself. I could almost feel his eyes on me, and my tongue felt dry in my mouth. I briefly wondered what he was thinking, but found if I lingered on that train of thought too long, my knees went weak.

I had left the bottle by Hans on the bench, and slowly walked over to it. He saw my intent and quickly picked it up, popping the cork. When I held out my horn, he carefully filled it, then replaced the bottle on the bench beside him. I took a shaky sip, feeling the burning liquid slip down my throat.

His hand found my wrist again, and I looked over at him as he gently wrapped his fingers around it. He placed his own cup down, then reached out with his other hand to catch my elbow. I took another nervous sip as the big orc gently pulled me towards him.

Spreading his knees slightly, he drew me to stand before himself, his fingers trailing along my arms. I let him take my horn and place it beside his, my breath quivering past my lips as it haltingly left my lungs.

From his sitting position, we were almost perfectly eye level, and he quickly dropped his gaze almost shyly. I was glad, for I was certain if I met his eyes with mine, I’d become permanently lost to the world. My lips started to tingle with the memory of his kiss from the day before, and I swallowed the anxiousness forming in my throat. Threatening to strangle me. For his part, he ran his fingertips lightly up and down my arms, then caught my hands in his to trace his thumbs over my knuckles and gently squeeze my fingers.

We stayed like that for a long moment, neither of us quite daring to meet the other’s eyes. Neither of us willing to pull away. He studied my hands as he gently ran his fingers over them, I watched the way his chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath. I even dared trace my eyes over the large, defined muscles of his shoulders, down the length of his arms. I bounced my gaze back to his collarbone, then down the center of his chest. I felt heat prick the balls of my cheeks as I did, and shuffled my feet nervously.

“You know... I-I… I can’t seem to stop thinking about you…” I muttered softly, barely above a whisper, then felt my face catch fire.

He gave a soft sound, unlike any I had heard him make before. It rested deep in his throat, seeming to bubble up directly from his chest rather than from his mouth. At first, I could have mistaken it for a growl. But as his hand slipped to my waist, then around to my lower back, I decided it had been much more akin to a tender chuff. He pulled me a little closer, until he was forced to turn his head up, or otherwise have his face buried against my chest.

My breath stopped as our eyes met, and I gingerly slid my arms around his neck. Resting them lightly on his shoulders, my fingers buried in his hair. I saw his dark, slate blue eyes dart to my lips, then back up to my eyes. My heart skipped several beats, and I felt myself quivering beneath his gaze. His thumb slowly traced circles in the small of my back, and he slid his other hand up my arm and over my shawl to hesitate on my shoulder. The warmth of his skin against mine left me reeling, and I wanted nothing more than to completely melt into his arms. I could feel it through my thin slip on my back and even through the woolen shawl.

“....I would like to be bold again.” He said finally, and in his deep, rumbling voice the softness of his words seemed to blend them together in the air between us.

I felt my heart skip another beat before returning to its racing pace, putting a hummingbird to shame. I couldn’t keep my eyes from flickering down to his thick lips briefly before returning back to his slate blues. I realized after a few belated moments that he was asking my permission.

A tiny smile twitched the corners of my mouth. “Please do.” I replied, my voice barely above a breathy whisper.

At my answer, his big hand ran over my shoulder, then buried itself in the hair at the base of my skull. And he slowly, gently, pulled me down into a kiss.

A loud pounding at the door had us both jumping in surprise. I even squeaked, jerking backwards and nearly falling over myself. Hans’ arm steadied me until I had leveled my feet beneath myself again. Now it was a deep, angry growl that filled his throat.

The big orc stood, his eyes lingering on me momentarily as he stomped over to the door. I wrapped my arms around myself to keep from quivering in the aftershock of his touch, pulling my shawl tighter around myself. It suddenly occurred to me that the big orc was going to answer my own door for me. I felt a slight panic rising, as I wondered exactly how the person on the other side would react when a huge orc greeted them instead of me. I could only imagine what the village would think, and visions of pitchforks and torches harassed me as I started to rush after Hans to intercept whatever horrible misinterpretation was about to take place.

But as he yanked open the door, I recognized the orc from a few days previous standing there, rain streaming down his face and every other available inch of him. I raked my brain, trying to remember what Hans had called him in between wondering what he was doing at my door in the middle of a rainstorm.

If looks could kill, the unfortunate smaller orc would have been dead before Hans could have even opened the door. He seemed to sense the larger man’s rage, and had hunched himself into as non-threatening a shape as possible. Even holding up his huge hands apologetically. Not that he could look particularly imposing at the moment, absolutely drenched in rain as he was. I decided instead he looked like a wet cat, guiltily seeking shelter in its master’s house after having run off with the breakfast sausage earlier that same day. I would have laughed, had I not been trying to make myself as small as possible to avoid his notice.

“I’m so sorry, Boss,” The smaller orc began, and the returning thunder from Hans had him shrinking back into the rain even further, “I apologize, you know I would normally never… ah...but we… uh,” His eyes darted over to me briefly before he looked back at his companion, “We have an, uh…. An emergency… That needs your immediate attention…”

Hans seemed to be considering strangling the man. I saw his brow set into a dark, heavy scowl, and he ground his teeth together audibly. I almost winced at the sound.

The door cracked loudly against the frame as the huge orc slammed it in the others’ face. I jumped, skittering backwards a few steps in surprise. Hans turned, grumbling angrily under his breath.

As soon as his eyes settled on me, though, his entire body seemed to soften. The furrow between his brow, the scowl on his lips, the tautness in his shoulders. Quietly, he walked over, reaching easily over my head to pull his tunic down off the line.

“... I have to go,” He mumbled, and I thought he sounded a little guilty.

I glanced back over at the door as he pulled the shirt over his head, then began collecting his armor. 

“Is everything alright?” I asked tentatively, rubbing my hand up and down my arm.

He gave a grunt in response, and I recognized it as one of his affirmative ones. I was surprised with how quickly he donned his armor, despite the fact that everything was still soaked. He shook out his cloak quickly before settling the damp fabric over his shoulders once more. I watched, even opening and closing my mouth a few times. My fingers shook when I reached up to push my hair back out of my face.

“... Can I help?”

Slate blue eyes flickered over to me again, and perhaps it was my imagination but I thought his features softened even more. He shook his big head, damp locks slapping about his shoulders as he did. Slowly, he came over, standing over me once more. I craned my neck back to look up at him. He hesitated, then lifted his hand and ran it along my jaw.

“... I’ll be back as quickly as I can…” He promised, then hesitated again, glancing down at his booted feet as he shuffled them, “... If you will have me.”

I nodded breathlessly. “O-of course, but-”

He didn’t let me finish my question, dropping his hand and taking the three short strides over to the door. I saw him shoot one final glance at me over his shoulder before he yanked the door back open and ducked out into the rain.

Leaving me standing more than a little bewildered in the middle of my muddy kitchen.

...

Bar’tok skittered quickly to keep up with his boss’ long stride, spitting rainwater out of his mouth.

“I-I didn’t mean to interrupt,” He stammered quickly, following Hanste’kosh out the gate to the street beyond, “And you know I absolutely wouldn’t if-”

The larger orc’s growl echoed like thunder over the pounding rhythm of the rain, and had the younger orc sputtering to a halt. He cleared his throat, nodding as he tried to adjust the cowl of his cloak to keep at least some of the rain at bay.

“Yes, right, sorry, ah… We caught Bhalt, at the border.” He explained, casting a quick glance around to make sure no one else was listening. “The boys have him tussed up nearby, but time is of the essence if we want to catch-”

Hans waved his hand, silencing his second with a grunt. He knew the costs without explanation. Still, he couldn’t ignore the itch in his neck to look over his shoulder. The burn to forget everything and simply go back to the tiny little house behind the butcher shop. He snorted, trying to shake the thoughts from his head as he made his way over to his mount tethered by the village gate under a particularly large old oak.

“I already sent word ahead,” Bar’tok called to him through the rain, ducking under the branches to follow him beneath the tree. His own hog was snuffling through the underbrush a few feet away. “I know you wanted to have first crack at him.”

The big orc paused, his hands already buried in this mount’s tough mane. He chewed at the inside of his cheek, thinking over everything for a moment. Then, with a snarl, he bounded onto the beast’s back. First he had to take care of this. Then he would be back.

...

UPDATE:  Part five HERE

[gingus-doon]

For AUs... How about an AU where Keiji and Megumi both survive the First Trial? I'd like your take on that :)

you have opened pandora's box! i hope you're prepared to read a whole ass essay JSHDKABD

BUT SERIOUSLY TY THIS IS SO INTERESTING!! i saw your post on this already and commented on it then (in the tags ofc JGVKDDJDJ), bUT that was the meta of yours that inspired me to think that, maybe, keiji wouldn't be the way he is without that particular first trial and its outcome..? so i'll be operating under that assumption for these scenarios, so as not to feed a fed horse! (as peta would say,)

this does seem like quite the task, considering that it would require both conceptualizing megumi when we have minimal information about her, and reconceptualizing keiji to the keiji before the death game, when we also have minimal information on how he thinks in general... (and his characterization in this is all based on a theory to begin with, so it's not the most steady foundation lol)

of course, their first trial would need to be something else for this au… to keep things simple, it'd be best if it was neutral– neither him saving or not saving megumi, to neither restore nor forsake his faith in himself. megumi saving him would probably leave some positive impression of her on him too, so a trial which includes none of those things would be mosy fitting. but the trial itself isn't what's interesting, so i won't go into it further djdksbdk.

assuming they don't have a trial together, they'd meet each other the first time with everyone else-- i'm sure megumi would recognize keiji after the initial shock of how different he looks. and even if keiji tried to distance himself from her, she'd mention she knows keiji right away. i do think she'd have quite a bit of logic in her, but not an unsympathetic amount! however, she has been shown to throw morality to the wind when protecting keiji in the past (though asunaro may have been involved in the coverup in ways we don't yet know), so i think she'd do something similar here. she'd say she knows him and possibly that he's a police officer to solidify his standings amongst the other participants, assuming that keiji doesn't lie for himself first.

speaking of what keiji would do… so, i'm reconceptualizing him as more solemn and maybe a bit less guarded? however, it's also important to keep some level of his chill with his stupid grin and avoidance, because that constitutes a large part of how he copes with his trauma. a keiji wrestling between solemn genuineness and avoidant nonchalance, protector and sacrificer, logic and emotion! a mid-way between the two extremes of before the shooting and during the normal death game. definitely more stoic, though… less smiley but not brooding either. i think a more stoic, perhaps more reserved personality pre-death game would make a lot of sense for keiji, considering that he has absolutely no friends.

BUT ANYWAY!! back to what i was saying– i think megumi would lie in keiji's favour, because she wants to get him out of there alive (sympathetic megumi ftw!) but she may hold it over his head a bit, if only to keep him in line with her plans by means of guilt. it's worth it, though, if she can make up for what happened with the shooting– really, she couldn't believe it when she saw keiji! after he quit, i bet they'd barely seen each other since. the bags under his eyes make his face look so gaunt and haunted compared to how he was when he was a kid…

she still treats him like a kid, too. they slowly fall into the mentor-pupil relationship again they had before, by habit, like ancient cogs beginning to turn for the first time in years. but, this isn't all easygoing, of course.

i don't think megumi would apologise for the coverup. at least, not right away. she seemed very keen on ignoring it back when the shooting happened, so despite any guilt she'd have around the incident, she doesn't bring it up. keiji's somewhat content to keep it that way as well, considering that facing what he did would shatter him. but being with megumi is like facing the shooting… i'm sure being with her like that would bring up bad memories and relight slumbering resentment. he'd eventually want an apology, an explanation, something… how soon "eventually," would be, though, i'm not sure. especially considering that keiji wants to survive, and megumi will help him do that.

though, i think keiji's will to live in this scenario would be a little weaker, oddly enough. because when he kills megumi, that plunges him into the confirmation of himself as a sinner-- he has more to run from, and if he's killed two people now for the sake of his well-being (first because he feared for his life, second in hopes of being rid of his trauma), why not do it again? he's not going to dwell on it anyway, he's not going to look…

but keiji in this scenario is wrestling with himself. he'd still like to be a protector. maybe… it's still possible? maybe he's not damned just yet? maybe there's worth in sacrificing his life for the more vulnerable.

and that internal conflict could potentially clash harshly against megumi's goals of getting them out alive by any means necessary. she's not malicious, and she wouldn't try to get someone killed for the fuck of it, but when it comes down to it, she's just there for them.

i do think megumi would feel guilty for the children, though… gin and kanna are so young. sara is so bright-eyed and clever, it almost reminds her of what keiji was like back then… but she's willing to shoulder the guilt of murder for keiji this time, if only to finally atone for what she did to him and to save herself as well.

there's a few ways this could go though!! i have about four. 1) megumi is ruthlessly logical as keiji is in the actual game, and keiji goes along with it for the sake of his own survival. they end up being the sole survivors of the death game; keiji hates megumi and is entirely broken // 2) same as the last one except the rest of them thwart megumi and keiji's evil plans and maybe keiji and / or megumi die.. :v // 3) megumi is still ruthlessly logical BUT keiji's resentment of megumi and his morals push him away from her and he works against her to protect everyone // 4) megumi starts out logically, but noticing how keiji has changed as a result of his trauma and how cold he's become (she can see the same strains of her "forget morality, save yourself" logic in him and some of his decisions) she decides to let herself fall to emotion and either sacrifices herself for keiji or someone else.

and, some misc. things i didn't get to mention above....!!

i REALLY loved your idea of megumi being team mom. with the above in mind, it's exactly parallel to keiji's role in the normal death game! a should-be protector wracked by guilt who abuses their power regardless. and to think of keiji potentially taking on the role of the abuser while also possibly being one of the vulnerable underneath the force of that power… it's just really interesting!

depressing parallels aside though, i think megumi would be a nice sensible mom figure for this group of idiots sjfhddj. maybe a little blunt or initially distant, but ultimately caring.

as for her role in a wider sense, i think megumi would actually be more trustworthy than keiji is in the normal death game. although she has the disadvantage of sexism working against her, she's actually in a police outfit and lacks the shady appearance. i'm certain she could conduct herself in a way that would garner everyone's trust-- she wouldn't have any questions she needed to dodge like keiji in the main game, unless keiji brought up the shooting, but even then, that's much less severe than murder. there wouldn't be any creepy flirting with her either, not only because there's no questions to dodge in the first place, but i think she'd opt to use her authority to harshly shut down any opposition, like she did with keiji after the shooting. and when that fails, she'd fall back on logical and / or manipulative rebuttals. i also think a large part of why nao and reko specifically don't like keiji is because he's a man! a creepy man at that, and that feeling really is justified, but the point is that megumi's a woman, a respectable woman, so they wouldn't have the same qualms with her. she could also prove herself to be a more capable leader than sara, being older and still having a cool head. she'd very much come off as a reliable leader if she tried to, i think.

but back to happier things!! i think keiji would take on a less authoritative role if under megumi's wing. it's hard to say exactly how his role would change, considering that we don't know if keiji saw the percentage papers normally, and if he did in this au, would megumi as well and would they both try to cling onto sara for survival's sake? BUT i'm not going to get into that, i just want to say that i think it'd be neat if keiji took up an older brother position to in group! kind of the same as the normal death game, except he has less control over what the group does and is more on the same standings as the other participants. i think he'd get closer to being a genuine protector in this scenario, fail sooner at his attempts to avoid emotional attachments to the other participants, and i also think he'd do a lot less of the creepy flirting!! because really, the only reason he did that anyway was to dodge questions, and that'd be a lot less necessary if 1) he had dependable megumi vouching for him from the beginning, therefore making him less suspicious to the others // 2) megumi's death would no longer be a topic of concern cos it didn't happen! // 3) if someone attempted to dig up info about his past or something of the sort, something that could get in the way of the group's trust of him and therefore keiji and megumi's chances of survival, megumi could likely shut it down as she has a good reputation amongst the group. besides, the only one who would say shit like that is shin, and people don't trust him very much anyways sjfjsbfnd.

i think keiji and sara would potentially have a less manipulative and more wholesome friendship in this au ahhh ;<;

as much as a manipulative dick megumi is to keiji in this au, she gets softer when his hallucinations seem to be affecting him more, or when he has nightmares. (CAN YOU TELL I'M A SUCKER FOR FLAWED BUT GENUINE MENTORSHIPS YET)

i've started to become STAUNCHLY AGAINST the notion that keiji killed megumi maliciously or that he would kill megumi maliciously!! because logically, it'd probably be more beneficial to have such a trustworthy ally in the death game (maybe not trustworthy to him, but to everyone else) and emotionally, I JUST THINK THEY'D HAVE BEEN CLOSE BEFORE OKAY AND I DON'T LIKE THE IDEA THAT HE'D KILL HER 😭😭 (that's more my emotions than his LOL, but i think it's so important that megumi's murder was an inactive murder that keiji was unsure of to the moment it happened and beyond!! you could say his angst about killing megumi during the 2nd main game is more about him killing another person, regardless of whether or not it was megumi, BUT i like to think the fact that it was megumi SPECIFICALLY was significant to him.) so that's why throughout i haven't really entertained the idea of him trying to kill her or anything like that, especially considering the theory i'm weaving this au under, which dictates keiji would likely be a lil softer + more emotional :>

CONSIDER,,, in that scenario i posed where megumi sacrifices herself for someone / keiji: while she's dying or before her death, she hugs keiji and tells him she's sorry, it wasn't his fault. no one's ever told him this before because he's refused to talk about what happened with anyone after her dismissal of it. after she says that, though, it feels as though he's let out a breath he's been holding for years and some of the weight of the shooting is finally gone.

that's all i can think to say at the moment, SO… to sum things up– a tl;dr, if you will--

(i never actually watched this show so pls don't kill me if the casting choices are weird 😭😭)

i hope this wasn't too derivative of yours or too horribly self indulgent to read LOL. this wasn't nearly as thorough as i could've been, but it might've been a bit much to consider more branching paths ajdbsns. thank you for letting me rant about keiji and megumi, i was thinking about them earlier today so it's nice to be given a chance to ramble about them again!!

[currenthyperfixation-plssendhelp]

Ulquiorra and his pet tortoise

Due to this post I can’t get the image out of my head xD

So here is my headcanon on ulquiorra and his tortoise:

He doesn’t know where it came from, but one day it just sat in the hallway, quietly looking up to ulquiorra. It’s shell reminded him of his own vasto lorde form before he became an arrancar.

He made sure no one was looking when he picked it up

But Gin saw it on camera, not to mention he deliberatly placed it there for ulquiorra to find.

It just eats and sleeps, so basically like a hollow, but wihtout being annoying

Indeed, this pet is the only one in all of hueco mundo who understands ulquiorra

First he just pets it, because that is what one does with pets, right? But then he starts telling it about his day. They share utter monotony and it feels intimate.

The lack of reaction from his lovely pet helps not to think about the fact that he feels attachment.

He totally starts carrying it around on one of his arms. No one dares to comment on it.

(This gets a little weird when the others notice him talking to it the second he turns the back on them)

It still doesn’t have a name tho

A couple of days after ulquiorra starts kissing it good night he decides that this is too much and he has to let go for his own sake. Just too much feelings.

When he finally finds the ideal place to let it have a wonderful live in the human world, he brings it over. With lots of food and making sure no preditors are around. He almost cried.

Every now and then he catches himself thinking of his tortoise and he hates that feeling.

[ninliane]

I just saw your post and I love jealous scenarios too 😭♥️♥️😭 I hope I get to see more here or even on your blog !!!

me too! so as my first post of the year i decided to make more for my favs

osamu miya | when he gets jealous

Osamu Miya

It was the perfect way to spend his day. After a long tiring day of practice, he would come home to his loving girlfriend to relax for the rest of the evening. Not to mention it was raining too, so the ambiance was perfect. He was more than happy to take a nap with her in her dark air-conditioned bedroom, cuddling with her under the blankets.

So you can imagine when he heard the doorbell ring he got extremely irritated. He wanted to kill whoever was behind that door.

Osamu looked over to your sleeping form and left the bedroom quietly as to not wake you. He made his way down the stairs. His steps silent and quickened as he made his way to the living room and swung open the door.

“Sup” 

And he slammed the door. “Samuu c’mon let me innn.” “Why are you here?” his voice icy cold and clearly annoyed. “It’s raining outside and the buses stopped working so we can’t get back to our place!” 

‘We..?’ he thought.

 He opened the door again and sure enough, the rest of his team was outside. “Oh..” he felt bad and wanted to let them in but…he looked to the stairs above. “Atsumu you’re the one who wanted to come here, we could’ve stayed in that conbi store.” Kita spoke. “But why stay there when we can stay here!” he pointed inside smiling.

He thought for a moment and decided to let them in the living room before the rain got any worse. “Thank you, Osamu.” Aran smiled. “Yeah than-” “Not you. You stay out here.” he stopped his brother with his hand and locked the door. 

“SAMU!!” he yelled as Osamu closed the blinds.

 “Let me just ask (y/n), she’s sleeping upstairs.” he trailed up the stairs until he saw her sitting up, scrolling on her phone. She noticed him in the doorway and looked to her left with a smile.

“Oh..sorry did I wake you?” he asked. She shook her head, “It’s okay no worries, what’s up?” she motioned to downstairs. He explained the situation to which (y/n) happily agreed to. She rushed downstairs and greeted the team deciding to make snacks for them.

 She scurried to the kitchen before turning around and taking a double look. “Where’s Atsumu?” “Dunno” he replied in a monotone voice while shrugging. She looked at him for a bit before hearing a banging at the door. “Osamu!” she scolded. She ran to the door and opened it to Atsumu kneeling on the rug soaking wet. 

“Hi.” he looked up.“Oh gosh..” she sighed and ushered him in by grabbing his arm. “Osamu, sorry could you take care of the food? I’ll help Atsumu get dried up.” she said as she went up the stairs. 

As they went up the stairs the blond twin revealed a smirk that went unnoticed by her, but his twin definitely did. “Really? Thanks so much, (y/n)-chan!” 

—–

“Osamu, aren’t you jealous or something?” Suna asked as Osamu was in the kitchen. “No why would I be.” Gin laughed, “Your girlfriend is up there with your brother who’s soaking wet.” “I trust (y/n), she wouldn’t do anything like that.” “Yeah, but do you trust Atsumu?” Aran asked. 

At that moment Osamu had stopped cutting, catching the attention of his friends. “You shouldn’t have said that when he was holding a knife..” Suna muttered. Luckily he left the knife but silently ran upstairs, his face darkened. 

Though from (y/n)’s room Atsumu had heard his brother’s footsteps and decided to get payback for leaving him outside. Just as Osamu reached for the handle he heard a loud voice.

“O-oh..(y/n)-chan you’re too good at this..ahh~”. 

Needless to say Osamu swung the door open to (y/n) drying Atsumu’s hair with a towel. It would have been all innocent…except for the fact that he was shirtless. “Atsumu-kun stop saying it like that it’s weird.” she turned around to find Osamu with an exasperated face. “Oh, Osamu what’s up?” she asked.

What’s up? My brother is alone in a room with you shirtless as you dry his hair and to follow it up he moans your name like your his. And I’m supposed to be okay? 

“Yeah ‘Samu what’s up?” Atsumu grinned. Osamu only now noticed their position, Atsumu sitting on the bed with his back hunched over as (y/n) bent down in front of him drying his hair, which meant that his face was way too close to her-

“No. Nope. Not happening.” he walked forward and snatched (y/n) to the door frame. “Sorry..could you do the food instead?” he said giving a weak smile and holding the towel in her hands. “I’ll take care of him instead. 

“Oh, yeah sure.” she smiled and walked down, Osamu’s small smile watching her as she trotted down the stairs before whipping his head around to Atsumu and slamming the door.

“You gonna take care of me?” Atsumu grinned. It wasn’t long before Osamu whipped the wet towel on his back. “Not funny. Stay away from her,” he said with a deadpan voice. “Relax relax, I would never steal (y/n)-chan from you.” he laughed getting up from the floor. “Although I could if I wanted to-agEHk- stop hitting me!” Only to receive a glare from the grey-haired spiker. “Hey but seriously, you really like her dont’cha?” 

“What does it matter to you.” he sighed. “Nothing it’s just, I think she really really likes you too.” Of course he knew that but he still asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean most girls usually fall over this.” he referred to his body while looking down before receiving another glare from Osamu. “But she didn’t even take a second look, she’s not even remotely interested in me even though we have the same face. Pretty cool, right?” 

He thought about it for a moment, taking in what his brother said. A small tint of pink appeared on his face as he mumbled “Whatever..” and left the room, mentally reminding himself how lucky he was to be with you.

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heads up, every osamu story i write is in the same universe, they’re kinda like continuations of each other hehe. its not necessary to read the others and these can be read individually, but i promise you its worth it at the end :D

story 1

story 2

this is story 3

story 4

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[whatdoesshedotothem]

: Tuesday 14 April 1835: SH:7/ML/E/18/0018

8 5

12 50

No kiss. F58° in our bedroom at 9 am down to breakfast at 9 ¼ A- had her cousin just come wrote as follows ‘Miss Lister will be obliged to Mr Harper to let her know if he can call upon her at twelve o’clock today or, if not, at what hour afterwards, as she wishes to consult him professionally. Black Swan Tuesday morning 14 April 1835.’ ‘Mr Harper architect’  sent the above note by the Boots at 10 ¼ - Briggs came at 10 ¼ for ½ hour - understands what I want - will get me a gin-horse by Thursday afternoon to take back with me - knows of one horse he thinks likely to suit me for my own riding - thought it not likely to get anything to suit me at Howden fair - Thursday the only day likely -  there would be nothing tomorrow - a new fair and not a good one - it is the Cattle fair there on Saturday - said I would go over tomorrow between 3 and 4 pm to look at a horse or 2 he would have ready for me to see - and he will go to Howden on Thursday but thought there was so little chance of my being suited there my going was useless, and so I have given up the thought of it - I go to Tadcaster tomorrow because B- will be away on Thursday - Mr Gray came at 11 ½ - brought me Bythewood’s Conveyancing volume 5 (8vo London 1829) by Thomas Jarman Esquire of the middle Temple in continuation of the work of the late W.M. Bythewood Esquire - vide page 16 et seq. Long lease of coal mine - Thought I had best look this over to see what conditions would be advisable and left me the volume for this purpose - read us the copy of what he will write by tonight’s post to Captain Sutherland merely saying he is employed by A- in the matter of the division of the joint property and asking with whom he shall correspond as Captain S-‘s solicitor on the subject A- cannot buy a pew in Lightcliffe chapel which is the incumbent’s freehold, but she may give land to the value or something more of the rent of the pew, in exchange for it - Mrs AW’s heirs cannot claim the arrears of annuity from WP she ought to claim what is due to her during her life if she really wishes to have it -  I had no doubt of this before - Mr Harper came about 12 ½ and staid about an hour - explained about Northgate - he is to go over to Halifax and see the property on Thursday and give me a plan for an Inn - he will be back here on Friday night and, if I am not gone, will see me - if I am gone, will send over his plans to Shibden early in next week - he is quite a young man, but I liked what I saw of him - said I fancied I should like to have the ceiling of the large coffee room (for 200 people to dine in) coved and painted à l’Italienne - but would take his advice - mentioned getting a man over - H- said there were clever men going up and down the country who could do it at much less expense - if he has the job would like to have some overlook on the spot - asked if I knew anyone likely - mentioned Mr Child who was employed about St James’s church - but said this might be arranged - mentioned my idea of wine vaults under the coffee room and the stuff being formed into an evergreen bed in front of the house - H- much engaged - cannot attend to the shops just not - but owns the Inn should be got on with - will give me a plan and estate of this, and will not exceed his estate - very well satisfied with his appearance and manner - on coming back to A- (had had H- in another sitting room) found JG- gone, and A- busy writing to her sister and pothered sat down and wrote her a copy of all she needed [to]  say then till 2 ¾ wrote all but the first 4 ½ lines of today - then out with A- called at Dr Belcombe’s - nobody at home - then called in the minster court and sat 1/2 hour with old Mrs Belcombe - Mrs Milne in London having gone with her son Charles to see him off to Demerara but she may be back tomorrow - Miss Belcombe came in just as we were going away - stood talking a few minutes till A- was quite tired - came immediately home and A- lay on the sofa till 6 ¼  - dinner at 6 20 - at 7 note from Mrs Henry Belcombe to ask us to coffee this evening at 8 - compliments and we would go - dressed - at Mrs Beclombe’s at 8 ½ - coffee, tea - sat with her only till after 10 before Dr Belcombe came  - then staid about (near) ½ hour longer and at home at 10 40 - again forgot to inquire after little Mariana till A- reminded me - Dr B- seems not to have much hope of the poor girl’s recovery - A- and I sat up  talking over our sitting room fire - agree that Doctor B- would rather not see more of us than necessary  sore about my taking A- so suddenly from under his care and ridding myself of π- and agree that Mrs H- Belcombe looks as if she went wrong with Mr Gilbert and as if all things went wrong. Upstairs at 11 ¾ - fine day - F58° at 12 20 tonight

[gaundyfied]

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AU! Picking up a human stray never crossed her mind. Or an attempt at an au where Kagura is the Kaguya-hime, an infamous on-call assassin of the Kaientai and she meets a newly orphaned and younger Okita Sougo.

(Sougo and his sister never met the Shinsengumi.)

Disclaimer: I've never wanted to be the gorilla but I root for Okikagu and Gintsu.

Beware of the grammar and inconsistency teehee~

I.

Staying in Kabuki-chou has never been part of her plans, but it was raining outside, the announcer mentioned that it will last for the whole night because of a typhoon and if it didn't bother Kagura that Abuto would give her an earful later, she'll probably shrug it off. It's not as if she didn't enjoy staying on her favorite district, once in a while. But she doesn't have any place to stay, with Kamui cutting her budget and she couldn't risk encountering any humans on that particular night.

In her defense, she's been ready in case she'll be stranded somewhere. It was a good thing she bought a packed lunch worth a ten people in a nearby convenience store before going to the mission. The rain started to get stronger, though, and she's not on the right form tonight.

She has her sensei's old, dusty hideout in the second floor of a cabaret bar but it was too far; her wound threatens to open again and the only place she could get into was a shrine. What a luck. Heaving slightly, she limped towards the stairs, umbrella tightly grasped in her right hand as she tried to grit her teeth from pain. Her wounds are healing slowly and it was unusual. They probably used some of that poisonous weapons they got from the Kaientai. Those bastards.

She observed the surroundings as she reached the site. It was a shady place; an abandoned shrine settling near Oedo Park. She was sure she has never seen this before but she has no choice. She could hear Gin-chan whining how scary the place was but he wasn't here and he will never be. Thunder clapped from the sky, signaling that it was not safe outside. If only she didn't accepted that fucking assignment.

He was testing her, that one-eyed bastard. It was not enough that her brother vouched for her, he had to make her suffer too, just so he could be assured that she broke her ties with her perm-haired of a teacher. He's being paranoid and he should be. As if Gin-chan can be defeated by the likes of him. Not that it matters because the idiot was nowhere to be found and the only contact she has in this place was the courtesan of death living in the Yoshiwara. The Shimuras are in hiding and it was best not to know where they are. They'll be in danger if she knows.

Her mission was simple; infiltrate the bakufu building in Edo and search for Kihetai's mole being held on the upper part of the building. She passed albeit almost dying after being sliced in the abdomen by one of the samurais she met before she and the mole escaped. They parted ways, the said mole saying that he could distract the rest of the group. They'll meet at the terminal the next day.

If it weren't for the baldy and Kamui, she would never join Takasugi. Her father is missing, just like the shiroyasha while Kamui is unstable; only Nobume could control him as of the moment and she's in a mission too. He's using her brother as a leverage to leash her. To bind her entire being to him.

She reached the shrine, didn't even bother to take off her boots. Anego would probably scold her for being impolite but no one's here. Gently, she reached for her goggles, letting it stay on her neck before taking off her cape. The shrine was dark so she searched for some matches or lighter to make light. She copped a feel to the paper walls, expecting to be lead to whatever place that could have a source of light.

The rain continued to pour as she went inside a room that could be a kitchen. Trying as she might, she rummaged the cabinets when she heard a rustling in her back. Thinking that it was one of the guards earlier, she turned around only to see a guy, most likely a boy not far from her age. In his hands was a lamp, which she was thankful for, and a gun shakingly pointed at her.

She observed him or an effort to observe him in this unlit space. His face full of bruises and his left eye swollen. He looks like a street rat. "Oi, kids should be inside their home by now, you know."

He didn't answered her and instead cocked the gun. "You. What are you doing here?"

She wanted to laugh. What happened to Edo after she left she didn't know. All she could see though was a child holding a gun with so much fear and it made her uncomfortable.

"Hey. I asked you a question."

"I asked you first but you didn't answer. Put that down, brat."

He wasn't convinced, as he should be. Sighing, she raised her hands to admit surrender before talking to him again. "Look, I got food here, you got a light. We've both got nothing to stay so maybe we could trade?"

The boy continued to observed her before lowering down his weapon. Apparently, his hunger had won his internal battle between his self. That made her relieved. At least she dodge a bullet on that one. Literally. This was going to be a long night, she thinks.

II.

His name was of no important, he said, but she convinced him to at least tell her his family name. She learned that it was Okita after he glared at her but she preferred to call him chibi, which intensified the glare. His eyes reminded her so much of the silver haired samurai she has always followed. They reek of something that has been kept at bay, waiting to be freed.

"What about you?" He ended the silence.

Taking off the plastic in her cold dinner, she replied absentmindedly. "What about me?"

"Your name, China-bitch."

"You--" she sighed, not really interested to retaliate.".. just call me whatever you want, chibi."

It didn't surprise her that he wanted to know too. He's a curious one, that brat. Telling him her name is kind of a taboo to her. She hears anego shouting that abominable name as she remembers what entailed that morning. She couldn't tell the illusions apart so she obliterated the thought of the very name. She hates it now.

Still, he kept on pestering her that night as she munch on her sukonbu, her stomach quite full. At first, she thought he'd be disgusted by her chosen snack after their cold meal but he sat still, unbothered by her eating. After he didn't get what he want, he sat with her on the porch. The rain continued its onslaught while they watch its performance.

"Kaguya. Like that princess from the moon."

She hears him scoff, her cape resting on his shoulder. "An idiot name for an idiot woman."

That was the first time she laughed for a while. Of course it's silly.

It was surreal for her. For all she knows, handling a child, albeit someone who's near her age but still a child nonetheless, was a very tiresome task. She saw Gin-chan as he tried to keep her from trouble while knowing that she was an enemy of his kind.

Kagura wasn't a saint, that she knew. A yato kills and slaughters and murders so nothing will remain in front of him.

Who knows what she could do with this child.

III.

"China! Can we not sleep on a Love Hotel? I swear bed bugs are biting me." His crimson eyes examined the buildings outside.

"Beggars can't be choosy, chibi. Just be thankful that we have somewhere to stay. Do you want to sleep on the shrine again, huh?"

That shut him up. The idiot gets too sensitive whenever she mentions her nickname for him. Well, he should be. After all of the trouble she went through just so he could join her on her mission, he should be thankful that he'll be treated with a luxurious lunch.

Right after that night when they met, she entrusted him with Tsukuyo. At least there, he'll be protected while she could be assured that he's being treated properly. He promised the hyakka that she'll visit regularly but the brat just glared at her and told her to get lost. After that, their only communication was letter sending as it was the safest option.

This month, she was given a low-ranked mission and on Earth, fortunately. She was to escort some important amanto and well, she was ahead of her schedule so she visited the chibi. He was growing on her, she swears.

"Oi, chibi," she started as they peacefully ate their food on a nearby maid cafe. "Is Tsukuyo-nee okay? No one's bothering her, right?"

Her eyes twitched as she watched him pour down a handful of tabasco on his omurice. "Yeah. She's letting me patrol the Yoshiwara and training me at the same time."

"That's great, I guess."

She smile sheepishly as silence began growing again. On the bright side, she noticed his growth spurt. He was getting taller and she couldn't help but be proud. When she left that night, his small form was engraved in her mind. He didn't sniffle but she knows he was sulking.

"Well, it took you a month to visit again. Why bother visiting?"

She almost choked at his question. He sure got a loose tongue. "Aren't you a cheeky one? What if I just want to bother you?"

"Bullshit. Cut the crap, will you? We both know I'm not your responsibility."

It kind of stings, hearing him say it. She knows he was his own being but she kept on tying bonds that didn't matter.

"Yeah. That's right. So you need to earn some money too so you could repay me. I've got a list, chibi."

He stared, like always. He kept on attacking and she kept on dodging. Why can't he go with her? Why does she visit him? Why can't she erase the connection. Why, indeed.

IV.

Sometimes, she dreams of Kabuki-chou with Gin-chan and Shinpachi. Her breakfast filled with rice and egg on top. Sadaharu, licking her face as they walk on the park without any worries. Their adventures in Yoshiwara as her guardian slash teacher visited his wife.

Next day, she'll be seeing the flames engulfing the Shimura dojo as Kamui slashed through the wooden barriers. Soyo, chained and without consciousness as Takasugi claimed his trophy. Her hands connecting with her brother as he smiled sadistically.

'Choose, sister.'

This evening, she dreamt of the chibi and his tobasco as they ate without any care in the world around them.

V.

"You shouldn't leave yet, Kagura."

"I can't, Tsukky. You'll be in danger, you know that."

"He's been sleepless, you know."

Me too, she answers in her mind as she rearranged her cape and goggles. It was hard leaving him. Letting him sleep on his own in Tsukuyo's extra futon without her in his embrace. She saw him pouted the other night as she explained her sudden mission. She remembered touching his growing hair as she murmured her apologies.

"Tell him I'll come back for his sister's anniversary." She said without turning back. While she could still leave without thinking that he's on his own again.

"Tell that in my face, China."

She couldn't help the smile forming on her face. "Yeah, I will."

VI.

She lost control of her body as she lay down on the bloody ground. There was red everywhere and her vision flickers every now and then. This was a suicide mission, she knew it from the start. Nobume warned her, Abuto even managed to hit her in the head just so she could understand the danger. But what could she do?

It was Shinpachi and Anego that are in danger and she couldn't betray them again. Not when her beloved sister carries that precious dark haired infant in her bossom. Not when she could do something this time.

She laughs at herself. She wanted to cry. Of course, she couldn't do it on her own. Who was she? She's just a product of a promise that is empty, a lonely rabbit searching where she would belong. Under the sky, she longed for her moon, awaiting the verdict of the gods above.

Kaguya-hime.

"Kaguya-hime, it's time to go back."

She could recognise that lazy drawl. His bokuto, touya-ko, tightly gripped by his hands. "Gin-chan, I'm no princess."

"Oh but you are. You're Gin-chan's lovely Kagura-chan. I'm sorry, I left you on your own. Daddy just have to do some unfinished business, you see."

"Silly, Gin-chan. You're not my dad."

He laughed and it really made her day. "Of course I am. So let me and your idiot guy do your job for you."

In the end, his ruby eyes and his sandy hair was the last thing she saw.

[ljungfrun]

Bleach, From Pilot to Ch. 423: Things I Forgot Or Were Excluded From The Anime

Turns out I had forgotten a lot of things tho they might not seem that important. Anyway, the list is long so I’ll keep it under the cut. It’s a bit messy but I was just writing it as I was reading and then I somehow expected myself to remember what I was talking about. Posting it for anybody else who could use the reminder.

Please keep in mind that I’m pretty sure the translation I was reading wasn’t a 100% correct but I couldn’t be bothered to find a better one. Seems like it improved later on but I’d still take it with a grain of salt. (Like I’m pretty sure this translator couldn’t read hiragana properly, and some names were really messed up.)

- I did not know there was a pilot chapter so yeah... that entire thing I guess. - Orihime being that open about her crush from the beginning - Orihime’s parents being such cruel people - Orihime’s hairpins being a gift from Sora - The backstory of the mod souls - Chad’s crazy about cute things - Keigo is from Naruki City, not Karakura - Mizuiro being really popular with girls - Renji and Byakuya with weird hoods, idk if that was part of the anime and so far there’s been a part from the anime that wasn’t in the manga (The part with Ichigo seeing Rukia fight a hollow in town before she comes into his room) - Orihime is bad with electronics - Ishida is poor - Tatsuki told Orihime that she is probably at the level of a black belt in karate (I don’t know if she was honest about that but she said it) - Orihime is really dang smart - I forgot Nemu was technically Mayuri’s daughter -Also Mayuri is awful, he belongs in worst dad club with Isshin (I also didn’t remember Isshin being SUCH a creep but I guess I forgot to write that earlier. Or I just decided not to since reviewing this list afterwards I realize I left some other creepy things out.) - Mayuri can turn into liquid - Zanpakutou Materializing Dolls, and other artefacts. So many artefacts. Never to be mentioned or used ever again. - Kira feeling super guilty over raising a sword at Hinamori. - Orihime just chilling with Yachiru, Ikkaku, and Yumichika after the was separated from Uryuu. Oh and Zaraki’s there too. - Hisagi having been accepted as a shinigami before he passed the exams, expected to become a seated officer - Rukia idolised Kaien’s wife - That Komamura was that loyal to Yamamoto - I remember Kenpachi fighting Komamura and Tousen, not picking a fight with Komamura, Tousen, Iba, and Hisagi. Neither did I remember Ikkaku and Yumichika joining in, it’s just entirely gone from my memory - Byakuya’s scarf is a really expensive heirloom. - Byakuya was really cold in the beginning, supposedly not caring about his subordinates (idk if he really changed later on but this stood out to me in the moment. Also speaking of Byakuya, I think he seemed older to me when watching the anime because of the voice.) - Really I had forgotten a lot about the animosity between Byakuya and Renji - Rukia doesn’t refer to Gin as “Captain Ichimaru” and he doesn’t mind since they’ve “known eachother for so long”. Apparently she’s deathly afraid of him. - Kaname got his zanpakutou from the grave of the lady he liked? I’ve always wondered how people get their zanpakutous anyway ‘cause I don’t think Zaraki had any training and I’m pretty sure it’s the same sword he had when he met Yachiru, yet Zangetsu comments on how the sword is crying. (I’m also curious about if people could potentially wield other zanpakutous, which I think is a thing in the quincy arc but I’m talking like... normal people. I think it’d be neat since there’s already two people that have just... picked up a zanpakutou before they even became shinigamis.) - Rikichi! He’s such a big fan of Renji! He got Hanatarou out of jail just to help Renji. He didn’t only get him a new uniform but also a hair tie and a bandana. I’m a little sad that he never seems to show up ever again? (At least I don’t remember him being in the quincy arc but that’ll have to be it’s own list I guess) - Ukitake and Kyouraku stopping and destroying Soukyoku - Kiyone calling Isane sister. - Soifon getting ready to take out Kiyone and the other vice-captain. - Kyouraku being praised for being the best at seeing the true character of anyone he meets, and Ukitake always being the centre of a crowd although (frail, but affable and kind) - Yamamoto thinking of Ukitake and Kyouraku as sons - Katen Kyoukotsu and Sogyo no Kotowari are the only zanpakutous that exist in pairs (allegedly) (I don’t remember why I wrote allegedly but I had some thought behind it......) - Soi Fong’s name was Shaolin Fong until she inherited her grandmother’s code name. - Soi Fong not being angry with Yoruichi because she ran away, but because she didn’t take her with her - Iba having been part of the 11th division, but becoming Komamura’s vice-captain (supposedly for his mom) - Iba wanting to get a chance to fight Ichigo - Byakuya only showing Senkei Senbonzakura Kageyoshi to people he wants to kill personally, Ichigo being the second person. I can’t recall if the first person was ever revealed? - Kira going along with the scheme and leading away Hitsugaya and Matsumoto from the Central 46 chambers. He was told they wouldn’t do anything to Hinamori - Hinamori joined the Gotei 13 because she admired Aizen, which would imply she met him before the soul burial training accident, but idk if that’s a translation mistake - Unohana confronting Aizen in the Central 46 chambers and calling him a treacherous reprobate - How Kyoka Suigetsu works. I forgot that for it to work on someone they need to see the release, and that after that the person who saw it will be completely hypnotised every time he releases it from then on. - Aizen was certain that he could use all three of Kira, Hinamori, and Renji back when they first met, but Renji was problematic so he was sent on to squad 11 while Kira and Hinamori were made Aizen and Gin’s vice-captains - Ichigo and Renji trying to fight Aizen together - Ichigo being a fucking monster! Who stays conscious after having their stomach cut open like that? In the anime it was just a really bad slash but since the manga is a but more graphic I’m only now like “oh wow that is really fucking bad” - There were names for the four basic types of combat for shinigamis. Zanjutsu(sword skills), Hakuda(hand-to-hand combat), Hohou(foot work), and Kidou. - Hollowfication is brought up this early, but I guess it makes sense because he’s explaining the Hougyoku. - Urahara, not Aizen, hid the Hougyoku inside Rukia. - Urahara was exiled for creating an intractable gigai? I don’t think so Aizen, but okay. Also he was trying to turn Rukia into a human soul. Hm. - Komamura coming in to destroy Aizen mid-monologue. Thank you. (After reading Ichigo’s last fight with Aizen I am so tired of him talking aaahhhhh!) - All the gate guardians except for Jidanbou are traitors, Kuukaku shows up with Jidanbou (was this in the anime???) - I remember Ichigo hanging out with squad 11 after the whole Aizen thing, but I did not remember Iba being there too which is nice. They didn’t get to spar tho. - Matsumoto and Kira getting drunk and venting about Gin, though it’s portrayed pretty comically. Matsumoto proceeds to invite pretty much anyone who passes by, except for Kyouraku. - Ryuuken is part of the shitty dad club. - Shinigami Isshin was revealed pretty much right after Shinji, I didn’t remember it being so early. - Also I didn’t remember the protection charm either but hey it worked. - Did- Did Orihime really only get to use Tsubaki ONCE?? - Also that entire fight with Yammy and Ulquiorra is just so much bloodier than in the anime - That moment when Ichigo tells Chad to leave D.Roy to him and Chad runs away, that hurt, ow my heart - Keigo being there to watch Ikkaku fight Eduardo. Also Keigo having a chat with Yumichika. - Ikkaku losing his molars in the fight with Eduardo is. - Yumichika going “oh and btw, make preparations for Ikkaku’s funeral” - Flashback about Ikkaku fighting Zaraki in the past. - Ikkaku being determined to fight and die under Kenpachi’s command. - Ururu kicking Ilfordt in the face- I mean Ururu going in to exterminate Ilfordt. - References to Toshirou’s bankai being incomplete. - Shawlong being the first arrancar to be created. (Allegedly? Supposedly? Succesfully? It depends on a lot, it’s a bit of an assumption.) - The power limit that is placed on captains and vice-captains when they go to the world of the living is symbolised by the division’s symbol. Oh and it takes away 80% of their power. Motherfucking damn bitch Ikkaku. Also good job Rukia. (I don’t remember what these last two sentences are refering to tbh) - Tatsuki watching the fight (I’m assuming the first) between Ichigo and Grimmjow, or at least part of it. - I guess I forgot to mention this earlier but Orihime being jealous of Rukia and her relationship with Ichigo - Tousen really not liking Grimmjow because he causes discord - Ichigo trying the beat the answers out of the Vaizards. - Goddamn Ichigo has a lot of attitude. - Urahara telling Orihime that she would be a burden in battle and Rukia talking to her afterwards. Orihime and Rukia need more talks. - Orihime getting kidnapped by Hiyori. - Hachi having similar abilities as Orihime. - Hachi also suggesting against Orihime fighting the war. - Orihime being so determined to fight. Goddamn I wish Tsubaki wasn’t her only way of doing damage. Give her one of those funky artefacts for fuck’s sake. - Yumichika not getting along with “Fujikujaku”. - The trees in Hueco Mundo are made of something quartz-like - Ulquiorra complimenting Orihime on her looks (Tbh I’ve forgotten about this scene again but I don’t think I intended to lie to my future self so I’m assuming it might’ve been something vague) - Orihime planning to reject the Hougyouku with her powers to destroy it, why don’t I see more about that?? - Wonderweiss being fond of Tousen. - Szayel sending out the execution squad after Dordoni - Only Grimmjow ever uses Gran Rey Cero (Idk if I ever really thought otherwise but it’s on the list so I guess it’s a confirmation I wanted to make) - Tesla threatening to destroy the Shun Shun Rikka - Nnoitra using Nel as a shield when Ichigo attacks at one point - Nnoitra and Neliel didn’t even fight after he tore off Dondochakka and Pesche’s masks in the flashback wtf. Now that I think of it, I’ve never seen manga screenshots of that part so I guess it’s only in the anime. Well that’s disappointing. Then what did Szayel even do? (Still sad they don’t fight more in the manga, bluh. Also I’m still not sure what Szayel actually did.) - Nnoitra thinking it a shame that they (him and Neliel I think) won’t get to fight again. - Mayuri observing Uryuu through bacteria, and Uryuu calling him out for violating human rights - Szayel rebirthing himself from Nemu, wtf. I’m not sure if that was in the anime. (Okay it was, she just didn’t get straight-up pregnant) - I also forgot about Szayel taking over Konjiki Ashisogi Jizou - The Jesus Szayel and Baphomet Mayuri chapter pages were new to me - Mayuri to Nemu: “Good job, keep suffocating Uryuu with your tiddies. If he dies, he dies.” - Nnoitra, after releasing Santa Teresa: “Kinda sexy, isn’t it?” (I don’t trust this translation a 100% but what was written was “I look sexy, right?”) - And Zaraki responding with “your reiatsu is making me hard…” - The Living World as seen through the Garganta in Las Noches is upside-down - Hikifune and the Royal Guard being mentioned during Turn Back The Pendulum - Hiyori looking up to Hikifune as a mother - Urahara being Commander of the Detention Unit in the 2nd Division, and the unit keeping people who wanted to withdraw from the Gotei 13, not just criminals. - Urahara making Mayuri his Vice Captain in the research institute - Barragan’s fraccions having packed together his throne and brought it with them - I can’t believe Charlotte’s magical girl scene was only in the anime but I suppose it makes sense - Hisagi’s fight with Findor  was also shorter in the manga which is… kind of a shame? Idk it was pretty well made in the anime, but I guess it’s because they were just coming back from a break and all. - Hisagi and Kira stopping Yumichika from rushing in after Ikkaku was beaten, Komamura stepping in to take care of the arrancar… whose name I’ve already forgotten once again. - Iba calling Ikkaku out for not using his bankai and punching him in the face. Good. I like Ikkaku but the pillar did get destroyed because of him so it was a pretty bad move. - Hinamori making a kidou net - Kira used to be in the 4th division, did I already write that? - The Gran Rey Cero being forbidden to use inside of Las Noches but leave it to Grimmjow not to care about any of that - Kyouka Suigetsu’s ability can be cancelled by grabbing the blade. - They sent Aizen to Avici, or I guess a prison named after Avici - Yamamoto scolding Byakuya, Shunsui, and Kenpachi for losing their captain’s haori and they proceed to insult it - They actually mention Mayuri going back to Hueco Mundo

[yujee]

Gintoki In Wonderland

Chapter 5/5

Everyone was panicking and was all around the place, trying to put out the fire and while escaping the deadly footsteps of the Jabberwocky. Gintoki, who was dragged by the witch and was now riding on his invisible broom, looked down on the chaos the witch and that small peddler did. He was even surprised when looking at the Jabberwocky closely, it looks like Kondo.

“Now, Snow White, no, your name is Gintoki, I was informed by the white rabbit, there is something you must do, right?” The witch then patted Gintoki on the back.

“Zura.” Gintoki replied. Though he was expecting a retort, he just smiled and jumped off from the broom and landed on the back of the Jabberwocky. “By the way, I’m forgetting something, again right?” Gintoki muttered. “How am I supposed to defeat this Gorilla, if I do not have my bokutooooo.” He shouted as he tried to cling onto the Jabberwocky’s back. The monster kept on reaching him but to no avail.

“You! Mayo guy and sadist!” he called out the siblings who were still putting out fire from the curtains. “Do you have any weapons?”

“Who are you calling mayo?! My name’s Hansel! All my mayonnaise was thrown away!” retorted Hansel. “Oi, Gretel, where is your candy cane?”

“Huh? I have it with—” Gretel turned around to look for his cane and he found it, crushed and eaten by the female dwarf.

“You glutton dwarf!” Gretel attacked with a punch the female dwarf, but it was avoided. The two then started fighting.

Seeing all of them, even in another world, Gintoki felt like he was still in his world. They were still a bunch of idiots. And he liked it. Just as he was getting a weapon from one of the swords that were pierced on the gorilla’s back, he was captured by the gorilla and he was about to be eaten alive. But he suddenly felt something inside his pocket. It was the purple apple. He threw the apple onto the gorilla’s mouth and the gorilla started to choke. Gintoki was set free from the grasp of the Gorilla, however, he fell straight onto the Gorilla’s mouth.

Gintoki went pale. “Seriously?”

Inside the Gorilla’s body, all he can see was darkness.

“…in-chan! Gin-chan!”

“…Gin-san!”

He was hearing some voices. He woke up with a start and found himself back in his house, in his world. Just as he was adjusting from the weird dream that he had, before him were Kagura and Shinpachi, grinning at him.

“Happy Birthday Gin-chan!!!!”

“Happy Birthday to you Gin-san!!!”

The two suddenly popped some party poppers, and in an instant, everyone barged into the door.

“Aho no Sakata! Where are the drinks at?!”

“Free drinks. Yatta!” Madao and Catherine happily drink the sake Otose brought over.

“Don’t just finish the drinks by yourselves!” Otose smacked Catherine head. “Just this month, I’ll waive off your rent. But be sure to pay up next month.” She told Gintoki and puffed smoke towards the ceiling.  

“Gintoki-sama, Happy t—”

“Hey Tama, do not mention his age. Even the Gorilla mangaka did not specify his age. Everyone will be upset to hear his age, aru.”

“Kagura-chan, no need to mention it, right? We already know what he’s like. It’s no surprise at all.”

“That’s right Shin-chan. Here, Gin-san, your present. My new recipe, egg pancake.”

“Otae-san!! I want to eat that—!” Kondo tried snatching the gift but was punched by Otae.

“Kyu-chan, and Tsukuyo-san, you two have something to give Gin-san, right?”

“Ah yes, well, this one is from my grandfather.” Kyubei handed Gintoki a box and inside it was a sandpaper.

“That old man still hasn’t forgotten about that episode?!” Gintoki gritted his teeth, in irritation.

“Gintoki, Happy Birthday. Don’t be mistaken. This is not o-only from me. This is from all of us in Yoshiwara.” Tsukuyo stammered and threw at Gintoki the VIP card present.

“It’s your birthday huh Yorozuya? Well, it’s not like I wanted to drop by, but Kondo-san insisted that we do. Here.” Hijikata, squeezed some mayonnaise on the cake before Gintoki. “Desserts are better with mayonnaise.”

“Hell no! Who would want to eat that shit?!” Gintoki threw the cake at Hijikata, but Hijikata used Yamazaki as a shield.

“Danna, I’m sorry about Hijikata-san. Here, try throwing another cake.” Sougo tied Hijikata to a log and positioned him in front of Gintoki.

“Ohhhh. Thank You Soji-kun.” Gintoki grabbed another cake and aimed the cake at Hijikata’s face.

“It’s Sougo.”

“Oi! Sougo! Untie me Sougo! You sadist combo!!”

“Ahahaha. Kintoki! Happy Birthday!!! Here’s your gift—Blurgh!” Sakamoto puked as soon as he barged in through the veranda and sent Hijikata flying outside.

“Gin-sannnn!!! Happy Birthday!!!” Another usual entrance, Sacchan, came down from the ceiling. She was about to hug Gin-san but since she lost her glasses, she hugged Sadaharu instead. And of course, Sadaharu chomped her head playfully, like the usual.

Everyone seemed to be in high spirits. A drunk Tsukuyo and Catherine beat up Madao; Sacchan’s still can’t get away from Sadaharu that Otae and Kyubei must pull her out forcefully; Sougo and Kagura fight over the last slice of cake, while Kondo stops a disheveled Hijikata from attacking Sougo; Yamazaki and Shinpachi quietly eat the remaining sausages at one corner; Sakamoto and Gintoki continued drinking, that Otose got angry at them for finishing the alcohol by themselves and Tama, being a robot maid, cleans up their barf; wiping off the floors and their filthy mouths using the same mop, much to the duo’s annoyance.

Meanwhile, Mutsu, ignores all the chaos around her, and nonchalantly gave Gintoki a big box. “We really had a tough time looking for this.”

Gintoki was about to open the box when the chaos behind him subdued. Curious, he turned around and saw everyone was staring at the door. He squeezed through the crowd to get to the door. Standing before him, the cause of the everyone’s astonishment, was the Gorilla mangaka.

The mangaka handed Gintoki a card. Confused as to why the Gorilla gave out a card instead of a letter through its nose, Gintoki reluctantly, accepted the card.

He flipped the card onto the other side.

“Sorry, I’m not that mangaka. The real Sorachi sensei is busy with the upcoming film next year. I’m just a double who wanted to congratulate you, Gintoki-san on your birthday. And to remind everyone, that the next day, October 11, is the birthday of your seiyuu, Sugita Tomokazu-san.”

Everyone’s faces went blank, and one by one, they started going home, including the ‘fake’ gorilla, who felt like he just stepped into some landmine, leaving the Yorozuya trio and their house in mayhem.

THE END.

P.S. Sorry, I think should post some omake for this story. ＿|￣|○