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[eastons-creations]

My ultimate fic recs

Made a poll and a lot of people said they would want this sooo here we are! These are the best fics I’ve read (: The og post

Top 3

1- To Be Alone With You By Shay_Fae

In the summer of their sixth year, Remus Lupin tried to kill himself.

2- Something Just Like This By shadow_prince

a fake dating modern AU where Sirius has been telling Mrs. Potter he's dating someone for 9 months and she demands his "boyfriend" comes on their family vacation. Queue: shenanigans between wolfstar and jily as they lie their asses off.

3- Text Talk By merlywhirls

Sirius is in boarding school, Remus is in hospital, and they don't know each other until Sirius texts the wrong number.

Other recs bellow break (in no order)

Wading in waist high water By colgatebluemintygel

Remus is a PhD student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. On a whim, he enters the Great British Bake Off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. Remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. What he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, Sirius Black: charming ex-boy band member and Bake Off host

Beneath a big blue sky by @eyra

The four-by-four heaves its way down long, twisting lanes, little more than dirt tracks scuffed into the surrounding fields and hemmed in by serpentine walls of flat, grey stone. They truly are in the middle of nowhere: the countryside rushes past, all rolling green hills and vast, endless skies, and it's odious. Sirius wants to murder James with his bare hands. Sirius and James accidentally find themselves on a Yorkshire farm during lambing season. The farmer’s son thinks that’s a bit annoying, actually.

A brief history of dragons by @eyra

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea. Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons

Let’s play pretend by MsAlexWP

After James and Lily died, Sirius Black's therapist told him not to date for a year. And that's just as well. He's got a 13-month-old baby now and quite enough to deal with, thanks. But the nosy neighbors in his building keep trying to set him up and won't take no for an answer. Enter Remus Lupin, another single dad who pretends to be Sirius's boyfriend, just to get the old lady brigade off his back and nothing more. Nothing more at all.

Forever in a state of mind by orphan_account

Deaf Dance Choreographer, Remus Lupin, has a simple life. Working, taking care of his son, and running his YouTube sign channel. When he unwittingly becomes involved with Deaf Pride Activist, Fleamont Potter, he doesn't realise how much his life will change. Especially after he meets YouTube star and makeup artist, Sirius Black.

Sugar rush by Stricklymarauders

James, Sirius, Peter, and Dorcas have been best friends for years and are starting their senior year of highschool. To Sirius' dismay he doesn't have any friends in his history class, but after eventually showing up, he finds he sits next to a tall curly hair boy who takes his breath away, Remus Lupin. He decided right then and there that he must make this boy fall in love with him and recruits James to be his wingman, until James is distracted by Remus' best friend with a personality as fiery has her hair, Lily Evans.

Dating Remus lupin by Children_of_the_Shadow

Remus Lupin is a mystery to the whole school; the boy who's quiet, aloof, and cold. He also happens to be queer, which is enough to gain Sirius's interest. What Sirius never realised that dating Remus Lupin wasn't quite as easy as it looked.

Blends by rvltn909

Words got in the way sometimes, but Remus got the sense Sirius knew what he was trying to say. Another coffee shop au.

Camp Casanova by Farquad

All lonely 11 years old Remus Lupin wants is a friend. But when he arrives at Slughorn's summer camp for teenage boys his world turns upside down since he finds himself sharing a cabin with three other boys; James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black. As the years pass by Remus finds himself birthing friendships, fighting bullies, but above all battling his own feelings which soon gets out of control. He struggles to keep his biggest secret, and he wonders how he could've fallen so deeply in love.

Turn on my charm by Bethanlovescoffee

Sirius Black is a YouTube phenomenon. A YouTube phenomenon who develops a crush on his video editor.

[rarepears]

Nie Huaisang, Lan Xichen, Jin Guangyao, and Nie Mingjue all reincarnate together into PIDW, and become disciples around the same time as Luo Binghe.

The drama of this is of course enhanced by the facts that NMJ & JGY died "early," but NHS & LXC lived to the end of their natural lives as cultivators, and so some of their perspectives and opinions on events have naturally changed with age. (tfw the passage of time renders you unfamiliar to your once-loved ones)

Eventually they talk about their feelings and reconcile and such, and this ends up derailing the plot of PIDW severely as the rest of the PIDW characters confusedly observe quite possibly the weirdest disciples Cang Qiong's ever seen

NMJ on Bai Zhan, with no clue what's going on because he died first and NHS & LXC haven't told him anything

NHS on An Ding, thoroughly enjoying what's pretty much a vacation to him at this point and possibly running an interpeak illicit goods market (definitely not to distract himself from any of the emotions having NMJ & JGY alive and nearby would be causing him, Everything Is Fine) I haven't decided if he'd get involved with the whole og!SQH and MBJ situation tho

LXC on Qiong Ding, because I feel like he'd see himself in Yue Qingyuan and lowkey hate him for it and I think that could be interesting

JGY on Qing Jing, because he's the objectively the funniest/most interesting character to throw into the mess that is SJ and LBH. The way I imagine it, he's doing the most direct derailing of the plot, because he mostly accidentally gets right in the middle of the thing that is going on between those two

I feel like as I wrote this it became more serious than I originally intended so just know that I'm mentally picturing this like a fic that's interspersed with outsider POV of the 4 of them being completely deranged about eachother

(Also I'd feel bad taking away LXC's brother so LWJ and WWX + friends are busy doing hot girl shit being rogue cultivators. I think WWX should be a half demon so he gets to keep the cultivation and steal some of LBH's protagonist energy. If this was a fic then the rest of the Untamed gang would be perfect to use for side characters during off-peak missions)

*grabs popcorn and sits down to hear more*

Nie Huaisang is having too much fun waiting the two idiots called his shizun and shizun's poorly kept secret of a boyfriend go flailing around on these terribly unromantic dates BUT THE TWO WERE TRYING SO HARD that it was cute. He wonders if he should do something to help the poor idiots out... Should he?

Maybe he should...

(Watch Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun suddenly have a number of sex pollen accidents over the next few months....)

Lan Xichen would be an old man and a good voice of reason for Yue Qingyuan. Although he's head disciple and a very good one at that (if only because his Big Brother instincts can't be held back and he MUST interfere to help prevent history repeating once more), Lan Xichen has made it very clear that he would never accept becoming sect leader.

Also don't forget Liu Mingyan in the background writing about a 4 person sex orgy. At least, that's her personal theory for why there's so much UNRESOLVED TENSION between these four sus male disciples. And also, because it's fun.

It's even funner when you consider that Nie Mingjue is out of the loop of Cang Qiong stuff even on Bai Zhan because he tags along on so many of Liu Qingge's missions that he's probably spending like 8 months of the year outside of the sect.

(Nie Huaisang gets "assigned" to missions that happen to take place near Nie Mingjue's hunts.)

Meng Yao is Meng Yao and he still craves the approval of Male Authority Figures That Could be his dad. Also Meng Yao still likes to climb up the social hierarchy and power. AKA Luo Binghe growing mushrooms in the corner at seeing ANOTHER QING JING disciple THE SAME AGE AS HIM being given SO MUCH ATTENTION AND APPROVAL by shizun.

Luo Binghe develops a complex over Meng Yao of course.

(Shen Jiu approves of Meng Yao because he understands these characters very well and know how to manipulate (cough kill or injury them physically or mentally) them easily. Plus Meng Yao is actually competent.)

[More in #Nie Huaisang Lan Xichen Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue reincarnate into PIDW and are Cang Qiong disciples at the same time as Luo Binghe is AU

[tinfoil-jones]

For Your Own Good: Intermission

Askbox? Open

If you don't know what this post is about, "For Your Own Good" or tagged as "Early Amnesia AU" on tumblr is a dialogue-only Gravity Falls fanfiction I've been working on that kinda-sorta follows a Mystery Trio -esque timeline, where Ford doesn't build the portal. To sum it up, the whole fanfiction boils down to:

Researcher Ford: I told you I never wanted to see you again.

Mullet Stan: Dude, I don't know who you are or WTF you're talking about right now, but I'm leaving this town and never coming back. You are never seeing me again after this. I'm probably going to forget you in like five minutes.

Researcher Ford:

Researcher Ford: *immediately kidnaps him*

You can consider chapters 1-10 to be Act 1 of the fanfic, and I’m taking a break for at least a week, most likely longer. The chapters so far were already written out in advance, and so was a huge reveal, but I still need to tie things together.

Here’s some authors notes/extra stuff about it, some of it might have already been put in the AO3 before or after notes. These are in no particular order:

This takes place 10 years after Ford and Stan were separated, currently they are both 27 about to be 28. Fiddleford is slightly older than them, being in his early 30s.

Ford is unironically the only person who finds Stan’s really dumb jokes funny.

Ford is the one who displays the most behaviours that would be seen from Mabel and Dipper decades later. Like Dipper, he views washing clothes as a waste of time, and like Mabel he ate an entire tube of toothpaste (granted, it was on accident)

While Ford is the more likely of the two to display traits that later present in Mabel and Dipper, it still happens with Stan as well. Stan has a similar nervous-chewing habit that Dipper displays in the OG series, but his only comes out when he’s particularly anxious. In this case, it was because he had nicotine cravings.

The 'That motherfucker is ugly' line that Stan used on Ford can be considered extra ironic because of how much the Stan Twins look like their dad.

Bill Cipher was originally supposed to speak in Times New Bastard (which is Times New Roman except every 7th letter is jarringly sans serif, a meme from tumblr), but AO3 and tumblr don’t let you change the font.

Stan goes out of his way to avoid using Ford and Fiddlefords given names- but this isn’t because he doesn’t know what they are. In the few times he has used their names, it was a sign that he was being sincere.

If you want to wonder whether or not Fiddleford likes Stan back, consider the fact that he could have walked away at any point, and either washed his hands of the whole thing, or just outright reported Stanford to the authorities. 

Bill is more like Discord from MLP - he’s just chaotic, often to the detriment of others, but he isn’t outright malicious (anymore), and he’s too busy SIMPING to cause any real harm. Basically, Bill is Fords patron for studying weirdness - he helps Ford in his research, but the cost that Ford pays is that Bill is able to possess him when he sleeps, and has unlimited access to his brain.

If Ford knew Rick Sanchez, why didn’t Rick see how similar Stan looked and put 2-and-2 together? Easy; Rick didn’t give a single shit about Ford, so he never committed his face or name to memory. Ford himself only remembered Rick because Rick was such a massive, egotistical asshole. If anything, Rick would think Ford is the lesser version of Stan.

Chapter 10 was the first concrete proof that the Stan we’ve been following likely is Stanley Pines and not some similar conman named Stan Malone. The last time Ford saw Stan would have either been when they were teens, so other than Stans commercials for his failed products there’s no way Ford would know what an adult Stan would even look like, and he’d have to use himself as a reference.

Stan has given some insight on his Thalassophobia (fear of the ocean / large bodies of water). In Chapter 10, he told Ford a number of things he escaped, including the trunk of a sinking car, and cement shoes. Cement shoes are either when you tie someone to a cinder block and throw them into a body of water, or when you literally incase their feet in cement, wait for it to dry, and then toss them into a body of water, so they’ll drown. Presumably, these are still things that would have happened to him even if he didn't lose his memories, so why would it give him a fear of the ocean now? Stan Pines in the OG still had a lot of positive memories associated with the ocean - he grew up on the coast, and had a lot of his hopes and dreams tied to the ocean. But without his childhood memories, he has no positive associations with it, only memories of times he almost drowned. 

Ford himself is not a touchy guy. The reason he hugs Stan even though it isn’t reciprocated is because from his perspective, this is his twin brother who is in pain and has been suffering all by himself for a long time. And Stan - at least how Ford remembers him - had a very touch-based love language. Fords doing it because he thinks it’d comfort him.

Stan seems pretty calm and chill for someone who’s been kidnapped by a ‘stranger’. This isn’t because he’s an overall chill guy because of amnesia, no he’s super pissed and the second he knows he’s free he will let them know that with his words, and incredible violence. He’s remaining calm because he’s been imprisoned and kidnapped enough times to know that pitching a fit or lashing out at his captors won’t do him any favours.

Fiddleford is still married to Emma-May and they do have Tate. But it's one of those lavender marriages (they're both gay and mutually bearding each other)

[taegyutomorrow]

I’m trying to find my way around tumblr looking for more stories to read, but there are some ‘terms’ I’m unfamiliar with and can’t figure out. I did the google search, but it did not help me just recommended stories (seriously Google… you had one job…😐).

So I hope someone sees this and can help me😅.

(I don’t know if it’s relevant but I look/read K-pop fanfics)

1. What are “hard thoughts”?

I saw this listed on a master list (I’m guessing a master list is like a list and over a writers stories, sorted by genre and members/ships) and as a genre alongside smut, fluff and angst I saw “hard thoughts” I also think I saw “hard hours”? What does this mean???

2. Reposted?

Tumblr calls my own page “my blog” and when I shared a story and it appeared in “my blog’. I can see it has 5200 something ‘notes’ (I’m guessing ‘notes’ are like likes). These are the authors likes right? I saw the OG post had about the same notes.

I know I made a comment about how much I loved the story and maybe people liked that, it just confuses me, if I got that many lines/ notes for something that is someone else’s hard work.

3. Can I make a master list as a reader?

I read a story and at the end I noticed by the tags, that it said “made by xxxx” and that was not the name of one the post I found (i found out they had shared xxxxx post I just didn’t notice). This made me slightly waist of plagiarism, but if it’s a reader sharing and spreading the authors story and gaining it more attention (like how I found it) I would think it’s okay. I would love to share my favourite stories with others and have my favourite authors get more recognition! Is that how it works?

And then could I and other readers make a master list of the stories we share so if a fellow MOA sees my ‘blog’ they would easily see I fav and shared stories???

(Please let me know if there are more to some of these things. Like “morally wrong”. I’ve spent a total of 50 minutes on this app ever 40 min spent a reading stories. So I don’t know anything other than what’s on first glance.)

4. What does MDNI mean?

I saw in a profile bio “MDNI!” And another “DNI” what does this mean?

Those are my questions for now. I’m used to reading in AO3 and before that I read on Wattpad, and I’m beginning to read stories on Twitter or X (im also learning how twitter works rn). So I know the most of the fanfic ‘terms’ like pwp, dead dove and so on.

I’m just struggling with how the new apps work (twitter/X and tumblr) and these new terms on here.

Please help🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼💕💕💕💕✨✨

Ps. Sorry if this post doesn’t make any sense… it 2 am I haven’t eaten since 1 pm and I just wanna read more ff but I don’t understand what is going on here😫😫😫😫

[deanwax]

Writer Interview

Cheers for the tags, @autism-purgatory and @the-golden-comet <3

no-presh tag to @dyrewrites and @winterandwords, lets gooo

About Me

When did you first start writing?

I would've cut my teeth in the Neopets roleplay forums around age 11-12, likely didn't start writing standalone fics until age 18-19.

Are the genres/themes you enjoy reading different from the ones you write?

Not really, but also: I'll read literally anything if it's presented as a graphic novel. It's been a useful way to discover new things, and historical graphic novels have been a gateway drug to documentaries and video essays.

Is there an author (or just a fellow writer!) you want to emulate, or one to whom you’re often compared?

I don't really concern myself with emulation these days, but way back I tried to style a novel heavily on the works of Poppy Z Brite. I was too green to understand how to give a gothic horror a point, and "Wailing" fizzled out with not much more than wallowing in edgy misery. I've still never been able to salvage the plot or characters to this day.

Can you tell me a little about your writing space(s)? (Room, coffee shop, desk, etc.)

In order of frequency: lying on my stomach in bed with a heat pack, at my computer desk, hunched up in the corner of a train, being weirdly intense in the bar of a local theatre. So yeah, I do a lot of writing on my phone.

What’s your most effective way to muster up some muse?

I'm actually in the middle of reckoning with my own limitations caused by a chronic pain condition, so I'm more in the camp of "let the muse come to you". I try to check in often, I'd only to smash out a few more notes or paste in some research.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and places you write about?

No, except Sucks Down Under which is literally set in early 2000s Australiana. For the most part I'm making stuff up freestyle.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing, and if so, do they surprise you at all?

I didn't think there'd be so much symbolic cannibalism when I started out, but here we are.

My Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? (Current WIP, past WIP, never used, etc.)

Man. Adam "Flicker" Prescott from Wailing was the OG, man. He was supremely socially awkward and couldn't stick up for himself against his trans friend who was too angry about gender to see how cruel they were being. He could see ghosts. Eventually he got separated from his body entirely and became a spirit trapped in the mind of the vampire who killed him. He deserved better.

Which of your characters do you think you’d be friends with in real life?

Flicker could live in the back of my mind if he wanted. I guess he does.

Which of your characters would you dislike the most if you met them?

Setting aside outright villains, I actually would start to avoid Alistair from Impressions of Aire for long stretches of time if I knew him IRL. He's way too socially outgoing, man. That's not my speed. Small doses only.

Tell me about the process of coming up with of one, all, or any of your characters.

The speed at which I can come up with these dudes is too fast to clearly separate the process onto steps. It helps to have a prompt to get the bones down, like a genre or an event that will happen in the story. Then: nyeeeooowwww.

Do you notice any recurring themes/traits among your characters?

Autism.

What’s your reason for writing?

Also autism. Yes, yes, the joy of creation. But also: I am putting the characters through The Situations with wildly different parameters.

Is there a specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating coming from your readers?

Babe, I write original fiction. Any kind of comment at all is a joyous rarity.

How do you want to be thought of by those who read your work? (For example: as a literary genius, or as a writer who “gets” the human condition; as a talented worldbuilder, as a role model, etc.)

A trickster.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Grounding the actions of the story in some kind of reason, or at least a process that can be observed if not clearly understood.

What have you been frequently told your greatest writing strength is by others?

Knack for words.

How do you feel about your own writing? (Answer in whatever way you interpret this question.)

I have loved everything I have ever written.

If you were the last person on earth and knew your writing would never be read by another human, would you still write?

Yes, so I could read it later.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely what you enjoy? If it’s a mix of the two, which holds the most influence?

Any story where I've tried to inject content that would make it popular has hit wall until I've allowed myself to rework it to be as weird as I truly want it to be.

[psycheetamore]

Choosing to follow destiny

Chapter 11 - The Abduction of the Arrakis Virgin

Pre notes with this chapter: The abduction of the Sabine Virgins is perhaps the OG of ‘enemies to lovers’. First published on AO3

Tags: MDNI, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen Is His Own Warning, the typical Feyd tags (smut, violance, non-con/rape etc), imaginary suicide, see for full tags: chapter 1 - the author regrets nothing

Word count: 2.2k

Link to previous chapter

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Yaina sat on a dune, overlooking the desert of Arakis. Next to her sat a masked Fremen warrior, who just come out of a battle. Blood dripping from his sword, in the distance a worm devouring what was left of the harvester after their battle.

She looked at him. Breathing became more difficult as she saw a hairless pale face looming up from behind the mask. His piercing gaze never letting her go. She tried to stand and flee, but couldn’t even get up. She tried to back up and leave, but the sand kept slipping away, keeping her at the same place.

Feyd-Rautha was sitting next to her, in a Fremen stillsuit. He just fought a battle. Harkonnen blood adorned his weapons. He made no effort to stop her from leaving. He just looked at her and smiled, showing his blackened teeth.

Suddenly she was overcome by a feeling that she could not leave him. She looked up, to see thousands of Fremen standing around them, looking at them. She looked back at herself and noticed she was standing in a throne room. Her belly covered by his protecting hand.

Yaina woke up, confused. She expected that everything she encountered was just a bad dream and was expecting to be laying in a cave again. But this was no cave where she was. She looked up and saw a high ceiling consisting of dark arches. Around her black walls, on one side with windows, through which a strange light emitted. The hard underground she had expected was replaced with a plush bed. On top of her a silky smooth dark duvet.

She kicked the duvet away to look at her body. She did not have her stillsuit on anymore. To her surprise she was wearing Fremen clothing. All items from her backpack: a brown shirt with long sleeves, trousers, a breast band, underwear. But they smelled differently, with the fabric being a bit tighter. She looked at her hands, her cuticles and nails: cleaned, no longer with dirt. She touched her face and looked at skin of other body parts: everything was clean. She smelled differently, no longer as the desert and sweat, but of something else. Her hair was not braided, not filled with sand or oily: this part too felt clean. She felt her body to see if she was wounded anywhere, which was not the case. She felt her neck, where she recalled being pinched; nothing.

What happened?

She stood up and started to explore the room she was in. It was grand, spacious, filled with luxurious furniture. It was dark, cold, without any life in it. There was a hint of chemicals in the air. Outside of the window was a balcony. It hurt to look outside. It also hurt to look inside; she now noticed her head was killing her.

The balcony door was locked, which also applied to what appeared to be the main door. She took a moment to try to hear anything through that door, but if turned out to be a massive. No sounds penetrated through it.

Adjacent to the room was a bathroom. There were all these bits of furniture that she had never seen before in real life, and only knew from books: a bathtub, a shower, a faucet, a toilet with a water basin. She was at a place where water clearly was not sacred.

Yaina could not help herself to touch the faucet. Water came streaming out of it. She touched it. If felt sacrilegious to waste all if this water, and she tried to drink as much as possible. It tasted horrible, chemical. But still, it was water. It could not be spilled.

She went back to the bedroom and started to open all closets. If they took the care to clean and return her clothing, if her captures had that level of respect for her, perhaps there was more they returned.

She found a closet full of clothing she had never seen before, long dresses, trousers, shirts, underwear. Some made of more fancy materials, and some made of sturdier materials. It was as if she woke up in the room of someone else.

Her heart popped out of her body when she found her backpack in one of the closets. A flood of hope ran through her body: perhaps her ring was also here. She rummaged through it, turned it inside out, but nothing was there. She desperately searched through all drawers and cupboards, but the ring was nowhere to be found. If felt like a set-back.

Yaina's rummaging must have made more noise than she expected, as she heard the lock of the main door to the room opening. She had not yet found anything to properly defend herself with, so as quickly and silently as she could she ran to that door. She stood behind where the door would be opening towards, to prevent being seen.

Two girls came in, carrying a basket and a tray of food. They walked towards the main table, before closing the door. Yaina did not wait for a second opportunity and ran out of the door.

The hallways were as dark as her room, long and with high ceilings. There was no distinction between the left and the right side of the hallway, so intuitively she took off to the left.

From a distance she heard one of the girls shouting and pleading: “Miss Yaina, miss Yaina!”

She ran and ran. Her bare feet were freezing from the cold floors. It felt like she ran for hours, probably mere minutes. Every corridor looked identical to the other. No details distinguishing one hallway from another, none of the doors showing details setting them apart. What was this place other than a maze, she thought, completely lost and getting out of breath. Functioning on pure adrenalin she temporarily forgot her headache and anything else holding her back. She just ran.

Suddenly she heard footsteps coming from a corridor she was running towards. With muted steps she backed up against the wall, carefully peaking around the corner. A chance to sip some air, and perhaps more. A guard, dressed in a black Harkonnen uniform, was paroling. He did not seem to be on high alert. Perhaps her escape did not yet reach everyone. She pressed herself against the wall, waiting for the guard to walk past, so she could overtake him. Completely oblivious the guard walked past her. It took her one well-placed kick to the backside of his knees to get him to fall on the ground. He fell on his hands and knees, but it still made a terrible noise. This would surely attract other guards. She immediately started kicking him to the head, bruising her feet, adrenaline masking the pain it caused. It took a few kicks for him to lay flat on the ground, allowing her to grab the bat and dagger he was carrying. She started to run in the direction he came from.

After yet another corner she took, she lost the little sense of direction that had remained. But there was no time to worry.

She continued to run until she abruptly recognised an imposing figure from afar. The stance, the body, the clothing: it could be no other than Feyd-Rautha who had spotted her, staring at her with a tilted head and black smile on his face. She stopped, froze for a second, turned around and started running the other way around. Even with her newly acquired weapons she was aware that she would hardly be a match for him in these circumstances.

Feyd-Rautha chuckled. Feisty spirited Yaina. Always giving him a challenge. He was happy to see that she lived up to his expectations. He did anticipate she would try to make a run for it. There was a reason he did not post guards in front of her door, and that he was walking around. And, by god, she even managed to obtain some weapons. Lovely.

His hunter instinct was kick-started by seeing her flee away. How he loved a game like this. With his longer legs, boots and overall better condition it did not take too long before she was within an arm's reach of him.

She heard him gaining distance on her. His footsteps grew closer and closer. She gave it her all. She needed to outrun him. Her heart was throbbing in her throat from exhaustion. She needed to push through. Or find a way out. But where? No tangible options presented themselves. A sudden ambush perhaps. Short term, but still.

While she was still contemplating her next step, he grabbed the back of her clothing and pushed her front into a nearby wall. While pinning her against the wall with his chest, keeping her legs in check by pushing one of his between them and his groin against her bottom, he managed to force her hands to open and release the weapons. After he kicked them away, he turned her to face him, while holding her shoulders with an iron grip.

“Listen to me” he said while looking her in the eye with a soothing voice. Still inhaling quickly from the sprint: “you can run but you cannot hide. I control all forms of transport and communication with Giedi Prime.”

She noticed there was no aggression in his eyes, only enjoyment and perhaps even satisfaction. She glanced at the weapons, which were kicked at least 10 meters from her. Out of reach.

“Even with those weapons, where would you go? You cannot defeat all of us. How would you even leave the planet? Accept that you are here.”

“Never!” and she tried to kick him. He pushed his entire body against hers to keep her still. As response, she pushed her hands on his upper arms. His strength was felt as she was pinned against the wall. His solid arms, his muscular torso, the growing excitement in his nether regions.

With his face next to her ear, he calmly said: “please, accept that you are my guest. Let me treat you as my guest.”

She spat at him: “how can you speak of me as a guest if you abducted me to this hellhole?”

“I can’t argue with that. But I still want to treat you as my guest. Allow me to do that.”

He felt her sigh. He felt the acceptance grow in her body. The tension from her shoulders decreased, she allowed her hands to relax. These signs allowed him to loosen his grip and take a step back. Again, it took everything from him not to have him overtaken by his urges. She sighed again and looked up at him, questioning, tired, in a temporary state of defeat.

“Why am I here?” she asked with a soft voice, more speaking to herself than to him.

“Come, walk with me”. “Miss Yaina” he added formally, as he extended his arm after letting her go. He sensed that she would not make another run for it. That would only be postponing the inevitable, while worsening the predicament she was in. She took his arm, whispering “ok, I will”. After a moment of contemplation, she added, with another sigh and suppressing to need to throw up: “Lord Harkonnen”.

Silently they went back to her room. He felt the warmth coming from where their bodies touched, how she allowed her arm to rest on his, her proximity to him. Despite leading her through the hallways, he matched his pace to hers. It felt comfortable, as if they had walked like this already many times and for many hours. He sensed she somehow became at ease. He enjoyed taking this little walk with her. The idea came up to lay his other hand on hers, which he rejected. Too early. He decided to allow her to find comfort by retreating in a more formal way of communication.

They passed the guard she had taken down, who was yet to be removed. He continued to lay still on the ground, as blood seeped from his nose. Feyd-Rautha looked at her with a sparkle in his eyes: “I would like you to be a bit more careful, miss Yaina.”

She wanted to ask him what would happen to the guard, but she did not want to hear the answer.

While looking at her feet he said: “your toes will need some time to heal” with a voice void of sarcasm.

She looked up at him dumb struck.

“I trust that you will soldier through your injuries during the practice sessions I had planned starting tomorrow.”

The look on her face did not change and her pace even slowed down while she glanced to the guard on the floor.

“And of course, perhaps you may also consider to be a bit more careful with my people in the future, if you desire to do so” he chuckled. A guard that was taken down by a drugged-out, hungry and female foreigner had no reason to be stationed at the palace of the Great House Harkonnen, Feyd-Rautha thought.

It was not a long walk to her room. It turned out that she had been running in circles.

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Post notes with this chapter: the songs I mentioned in the previous post chapter note of Depeche Mode are just covering the vibe so well. While I was writing this chapter, I wrote how the door opened and just saw Yaina taking off. She is getting some autonomy even in my head, bc the outline of this story did not had her running off so quickly.

[tae-shimura-is-my-wife]

They aren't shoujo but...

Originally I wouldn't post it because I didn't wanna to cause controversies and thought it was silly, but this has been annoying me for a while so here we go...

The idea that shoujo is any mang/anime containing romance is annoying and tiring when it's a diverse demographic, and is even worse because a lot of people use the "romance" aspect as a way to dumb down the demo, so I really understand shoujo fans frustrations with it but there's certain mangas that folks get PISSED OF when most think they're shoujos even insinuating it's a completely crazy statement which in my opinion isn't fair.

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Apothecary Diaries

Let's start with this one, that actually is the one which makes me more annoyed (and novel fans too)

Apothecary Diaries is a light novel that was published digitally, since LNs don't have demographics like mangas, they're categorized as joseimuke (for women/girls) or danseimuke (for men/boys), and guess what? It was written by a female author aimed at a female audience oh wow! "But the manga adaptation is a seinen!" yes, but this isn't a strong argument when code geass manga is a shoujo and we know very DAMN WELL women aren't the target audience for it 💀. Also an interesting thing to note is the (printed)novel beloging to square enix and they don't have a josei demographic, so it didn't have much chances of getting labeled as their og target audience.

Also it's kinda funny that people got kinda pissed at the notion of elements that could intend it being for women like Maomao herself or Jinshi (there's plenty of Jinshis in joseimuke medias so why they got mad) and it's especially funny because jp otaku men hated it when the anime aired, calling Maomao ugly and annoying, saying that Jinshi is too unrealistic and it's a female power fantasy why this is a bad thing help .

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Horimiya

Recently I discovered a lot of people hate that anime/manga and hate the fl, welcome back Toradora! Now to our shounen or... not exaclty? It was published in Monthly G Fantasy a manga magazine known for their bishounen characters and fanservice for fujoshis; some of their titles are Black Butler, Jibaku Shounen and they also do the manga adaptation of Twisted Wonderland a joseimuke game,

Despite being a shounen jp sites sell them in the joseimuke category and some of their titles can be found in the female aisle alongside with shoujo and josei and most of the information of the magazine is focused on it young female readers, which is ironic since other magazines don't keep ofuscating their male readers y'know, but looking at what is published there is kinda obvious the actual male demographic is almost inexistent.

Now to the actual manga, let's be for real Miyamura ALONE is a reason to why most wouldn't think this is for men yeah bishounens exist in male demographics but not in romances, it's literally a recurring joke on how shounen romance girls look stunning meanwhile the men are average as hell, but in Horimiya is the opposite, look Hori is super pretty but compared to Miya she gets overshadowed to the point HE is the main selling point of the series.

Since i talked about Miyamura being the main point, this is also a reason why much wouldn't think this is for men, generally the idea of shounen romances is getting a perfect waifu, she's the main point, a girl that a guy would dream have, but when Horimiya launched actually the girls were fantasazing about Miya and they still do! Miyamura has more merch than Hori and look it's basically IMPOSSIBLE to have anything of a male character in a male targeted romance, since the idea is to you collect and appreciate your 2d gf, just search for popular shounen and seinen merch of that genre and see what I'm talking about.

To finish Horimiya most jp sites tag it as "for girls" manga and it's not even because of being a romance as many would think, since Blue Box and Kaoru Hana are sold as shounen in the same stores, so yeah maybe people weren't that crazy about calling it shoujo 😆.

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Skip and Loafer

And last but not least Skip to Loafer you probably would be thinking "this chick gonna say this shit is secretely a seinen shoujo?" but no! It magazine is pure seinen, so if this isn't from a proto-shoujo magazine, neither having the a adaptation being joseimuke why is it here? Simple the content, Skip to Loafer is a coming of age story about a high school girl that focus on growing up, female friendships, characters emotions and has realistic deciptions of girlhood, hmm where did these things are more common? Which demographic would have something like that? It's obvious guys c'mon! The only thing that makes it not be a shoujo is the label, to the point where a lot of shoujo fans thought it was one and it's constatly compared to kimitodo, also the author already wrote bl and josei before so it's not like people are completly crazy thinking this could be for girls, and let's be honest, do you really think this is a series which the target audience are adult men? SERIOUSLY?

And yeah there's some men that said this is better than shoujo and stuff, but if it was shoujo they would say the same shit, saying "it's not like the other shoujos" how they did with Yona, Fruits Basket, Rayearth and even Sailor Moon recently and please stop letting dumb dudebros that don't even know what shounen or seinen is affect you that much, most of the fans are women both in jp and west, and most of them already watched shoujo before.

Just to conclude that part and also adding some things seinen and shoujo line sometimes can be very blurred, a lot of shoujo authors are or were seinen writers, also Kageki Shoujo were a seinen before moving to Melody and Orange moved to a seinen mag.

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And to finish I understand the frustration of people recommending this series instead of actual shoujo ones (except Apothecary Diaries bc it is for women), especially because the manga community tend to snob shoujo series and see them as lesser just for being targeted at girls, demographics do matter! But I don't think is fair to get pissed off at people interpreting these works as targeting girls, considering they do have a female appeal and were purposely created that way by its women mangaka. I still think the real enemies are the ones calling Nisekoi, My Dress Up Darling, Rent a Girlfriend a shoujo💀.

[planeoftheeclectic]

Oh boy, this is about to be a blast from the past. Thanks @skarabrae-stone for the tag!

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this onto other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

So I only recently started writing again, meaning I've only got 2 works that are from the last decade, but honestly I'm still very fond of those older ones; they do an excellent job at being what they are.

Doing the no pressure tags above the cut because I don't know if that messes them up: @stonemaskedtaliesin, @zyrafowe-sny, and @firecoloredwater, plus anyone else who sees this and has written something! Hyping yourself up is good practice!

Columbo: Turnabout's Fair Play | 19k (Incomplete) | T | Columbo x Ace Attorney set between AA3 and AA4

Summary:

Technically speaking, Mr. Wright, this isn't my usual beat. But Detective Gumshoe - you know Dick, right? - I owed him a favor, see? And it had been a slow week, so I figured I'd look around, see if I could give the guy a hand. Real stand-up guy, he is, we could use more like him. And anyway, I know you're a real busy guy Mr. Wright, so I'll make this real quick, get out of your hair. I know you and he were real good friends, so I'm sure this is a difficult time for you. Oh, uh, just one more thing Mr. Wright. Why were the two of you such good friends again?

As I say in the dedication, this is the idea that helped me break a very, very long dry spell, so it has to take the top spot for that if nothing else. @stonemaskedtaliesin had introduced me to Ace Attorney, I had introduced them to Columbo, and at some point they went looking to see if there were any crossovers and were disappointed to find none. They come tell me this in discord and I, like a fool, say:

"Well, actually, it makes sense there aren't any. I mean, they're kind of contradictory worldviews. The whole point of Columbo is that he always gets the right guy, and the whole point of Ace Attorney is that the police never get the right guy."

Fortunately for all of us, I continued:

"I mean, for it to even work you'd need some kind of convoluted setup - maybe that would stop the AA police from just arresting someone immediately. And who would be the killer anyway? Well, ok, there's an option there, but who should they murder? Maya? That'd be mean, but that's the obvious choice. Hmm...nobody likes him, I could murder him, but how--oh."

And at that point I stopped talking because the end of this story materialized in my brain and I wanted to make sure it was a surprise. Spoiler culture may be overblown, but murder mysteries are an exception, I feel.

Anyways, if you're a fan of either series, enjoy gen fic, like seeing characters get what they deserve, or just want to see Columbo at an anime convention, this is the fic for you! From a writing standpoint, it's been really fun to experiment with a very limited POV, to try to mimic the feel of a television camera. And of course, Columbo's dialogue is a joy to write. (As you'll see later, dialogue is one of my strengths)

Song of the Peregrine [Podfic] | OG fic is 39k (Incomplete) | T | Chrom/F!Robin but honestly it's mostly gen | Kid Icarus Uprising x Fire Emblem Awakening

Summary:

There were reports of something in the skies of eastern Ylisse. Something with wings as black as pitch and eyes as red as rubies. Dark Pit has no clue where he's managed to land himself, but it turns out that Pit and Palutena don't have a monopoly on annoying. He can leave these humans anytime he wants, and he will. Soon. Any day now. If the Shepherds have it their way, that day won't come any time soon. (In which Dark Pit ends up joining the Shepherds, and the world tilts.)

The original fic is @stonemaskedtaliesin's, but I like to consider myself its honorary godparent. We've spent a lot of time worldbuilding for it, and it's so good you guys. It's going to be amazing. There are long term plans.

I started the podfic because I wanted to listen to it as I fell asleep. The audio quality is definitely shakier in the first couple chapters as I figure things out, but it's been really fun learning new skills and doing lots of fun silly voices.

...still need to finish editing chapter 5.

Anyway, blanket recommendation to go read this if you know anything about Kid Icarus (Fire Emblem is a bonus but not necessary, iit's pretty well-explained in-story) and if you like podfic, hey! You're in luck! Fun fact: this is the only Awakening podfic as of right now. Yes I'm also surprised. Maybe if I ever finish this one I'll set out to try and change that. goat milk and oats Grima would be so much fun to voice.

Warrior Cats Smoofs | 8.5k | G | Gen | Warrior Cats

Okay I'm kind of cheating here but that's going to be a theme for these last few answers. I wrote these over a decade ago with my best friend at the time. She had internet, I didn't, so we had a joint account on the Warrior Cats Wiki and the Warriors Fanfiction Wiki, which are both Fandom now I believe. I archived them to AO3 because of that, and because even years later they would occasionally get a new comment from someone who really enjoyed reading them. And, as I said, I'm still very fond of them. My handle on most of the internet still comes from these stories and that account. They are simple, silly, dialogue and stage directions only parodies, and they were a blast to write. I still remember the melody we came up with for the ending jingle. I'm pretty sure these guys (plus the playwriting class I took) are a big part of why I tend to be very dialogue-heavy. I like fun purple-prosy descriptions, but sometimes a few spoken words can convey a whole lot of actions. Show Don't Tell taken to the extreme, I guess.

I'm pretty sure The Library was our most popular one back in the day (to the point we made a sequel)! The Auction was the first (though doesn't hold up quite as well...lol they're all 15 years old anyway). I'm very fond of Christmas Caroling because all the lyrics are singable and that is my PET PEEVE IF YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT THE METER HAD BETTER BE RIGHT OR AT LEAST CLOSER THAN A CATHOLIC HYMN. Most of all though, I'm fond of all the memories these have. I don't know where Moss is now, but I hope they're doing well. It is also fun to see where I've come from over the years - like I said, upon reflection it makes sense that I tend to default to pretty dialogue-heavy.

The Palutena Trap | 4.7k (Incomplete) | T | Gen (past Palutena/Medusa | Kid Icarus Uprising

Summary:

Kid Icarus meets the Parent Trap.

That's it, that's all I've got.

Ok now this one is cheating because it's not published anywhere yet except in snippets on tumblr. This was actually conceived at almost the same time as Turnabout's Fair Play, but I'm trying to only focus at one at a time, so this one won't properly see the light of day until TFP is finished. (We're getting there! We're almost at the end of Act 2 out of 3!!) That does mean that I'm going about writing it in a very different way - there's going to be lots and lots of editing once I finally set down to publish this. Which is probably for the best - I'm sure there are bits of tfp that would be better if I wrote the whole thing and then went back to edit.

My favorite part of this story is still the normal-people jobs I've given everyone, since this is technically a modern AU. We have an investigative journalist who lives on a yacht, mob boss, butler who's retired MI6, and front woman for a punk band which is actually a front for an eco-terrorist group, for example. I talk more about this story here and here. Aside from that, my favorite thing is exploring the relationship between Dark Pit and Lady Palutena, and between Lady Palutena and Medusa.

The former gets off on the worst possible foot in canon, and it's only ever obliquely addressed, so it's a lot of fun to play with and extrapolate from. In this version, Dark Pit is a child whose mother gave up everything to do with him (and said some pretty nasty things in the court record). So that's where we stand: how do you reckon with that? What does it mean that you still want some kind of relationship, or at least answers? What is family and blood, in the end?

The latter relationship is one that's...well, I wouldn't say it's canon, but it's definitely canon-compliant. It's rather like Narumitsu, in that I look at it and go "hm. whatever is going on between those two, they're not normal about each other." This is true in canon, and if anything it's less true in The Palutena Trap, since despite the name the story is not about getting the parents back together so much as reconciling a mother and son. But the more this idea ferments in my brain the more I want to have some kind of meeting at the end. Maybe it goes badly, maybe it goes less badly, but I have this mental image in my head: Imagine the messiest divorce you've ever seen. Ugly, dragged through the papers, all kinds of legal issues, you part ways never to speak again. You hate her guts, and you can't go a month without thinking about her because she's always got Yet Another Stupid News Article coming out. You find out your kids have been playing some switcheroo on you, and when you meet her again you're coldly civil, both of you clearly holding yourselves back from starting a slugfest in the local forum, and then you see: she's still wearing your wedding ring. The one you picked out, the one you put on her finger 14 years ago. I just. IDK they're not normal about each other and the complexity and ambiguity of it compels me.

Vaguely Remembered 2nd Grade Writing Assignment | like 2 pages maybe | G | Gen | The Land Before Time

Alright this one's definitely cheating but this has already been a lot of reminiscing about the past, so here's a toast to the very first thing I ever wrote: an adventure story starring the main cast of The Land Before Time. All I remember about it is it absolutely sucked to get started but once I did it was longer than it needed to be and I used the word Petrie-ball™. Yes, including the ™. The Petrie-ball™ was how they solved the big obstacle, I think. Like I said, I don't remember much of it, but I remember how proud and happy I felt when it was done. So here's to you, long-forgotten fanfiction adventure story. Here's to the first of many, with many more to follow after.

(Also, if you want to see more of TFP, Palutena Trap, or Peregrine Podfic, you can bother me in a few hours for WIP Wednesday! If you want more OG Peregrine you have to bother @stonemaskedtaliesin instead. Actually, make sure you do that, I know they've got chapter 8 waiting in the wings and I NEED to see how that scene with Pip and Lissa plays out)

[yamcat]

ten faves in ten fandoms

I was tagged by the ever lovely @saltedpin , thank you for thinking of me, this was so much fun <333!!!!

Golden Kamuy: this is a tough one for me, because one of the things I love the most about this story is just how well written and intriguingly fleshed out each character is, especially in relation to eachother and to the story itself, but I think I will go with the OG who captured my interest right away, Tsukishima Hajime. Yes we love an unhealthy and obsessive relationship with authority and sense of duty, throw in the belief of living on borrowed time and therefore a life that can't possibly belong to you anymore, and I'm all yours.

Haikyuu!!: the thing is that I've always been IN love with Daichi, but Oikawa is the one who I have always felt the strongest for. A proud dramatic overachiever who cares too much but pretends like he doesn't, genuinely passionate about what he loves to the point it risks consuming him; a tough bitch as much as a sensible nerd. I care for him a lot.

HunterxHunter: Gon, my precious little feral kid who gets traumatized over and over again, but still decides to be kind. What I love the most about him, though, is that he is never portrayed to be inherently good; he is stubborn and occasionally selfish because of his nature as much as because he is just 12 y/o and he doesn't know any better, which is what makes him as lovable and charming as he is.

Helluva Boss: I know I'm not too loud about it, but I have been utterly in love with this show for a good couple months now, as well as with the helluva boss himself, Blitzø. He is a raunchy little imp who severely struggles with self-love and therefore does his best to push away every opportunity he has at a good and healthy relationship because who could possibly love him, right? but he genuinely TRIES, and sometimes he succeeds too, plus, he's still always there for the one he cares about. and honestly, he is just so fucking funny, he has my entire heart.

Dungeon Meshi: Laios, the supposedly knight archetype who does eventually fulfill his destiny, but in the messiest way, unwilling, and at the cost of what he loves the most. There are so many characters I genuinely like in this story, but I am too fascinated and amused by Laios' obsession with monsters and how it makes him so smart and so dumb at the same time to not love him the most. I'm sorry, apparently I have a particular liking for people who are extremely passionate about what they love.

Star Trek: I was unsure about who to choose between Spock and Kirk until the very end, but I have to say Spock. His double heritage and the way he navigates it, all the suffering and treasures he finds in feeling less and more, misunderstood and capable of understanding more than anyone else the multiplicity that deeply characterizes the universe he explores and is so curious about. Rarely I have empathized so much with a character before. Plus, he can be a dramatic bitch, Spirk divorce ark Spock is my favorite Spock.

Tiger & Bunny: honestly both of them, but for the sake of the game I shall say Bunny a.k.a. Barnaby Brooks Jr., my favorite traumatized model face babe with deeply rooted trust issues who completely falls in love with a hot loser single dad who has the tendency to help everyone else but himself. A match made in heaven. And me with them

LOTR: Frodo Baggins. No one understands him like I do....

FMA: my heart is divided between Olivier Armstrong and Riza Hawkeye, because what's not to love about strong, gorgeous, mature, cunning, intelligent, trust-worthy, powerful women? Different flavors, but equally delicious.

Saiyuki: Genjo Sanzo. In a few words, a trigger-happy, easily annoyed, short-tempered Buddhist monk who overly smokes and drinks. In a lot of words, please read Saiyuki.

I'm tagging whoever sees this and wants to do it, it is a lot of fun! And of course, please feel free to @ me if you so wish to!

[kusanalogy]

Date ideas with them :)

Author's note: Stolen from my old blog from april-may that you cant find anymore, this one was my first try so srry if its kinda bad. pretty short too, I did edit it a bit but not too much, anyways lmk if this shows up in the tags :) the og post didnt show up before 💀

More notes: requests and asks are open‼

Characters: keqing, kazuha and ganyu x gn!reader (separately)

Keqing

I heard she liked shopping, so she might like a shopping date with you

Yk, just taking a stroll in liyue harbor hoping to find something interesting

Took a lot of convincing for the yuheng to take a break so she herself could have a date with you :')

She wants you have a good time, so no budget even tho you said its ok if there is-

She doesnt completely spoil you tho, she lets you make your own choices

She tries to carry all your bags but she only manages to carry so much 😭

Pls help her

Anyways, she takes you to dinner after that and thanks you for the day

Kazuha

Jsfxixjnnsxkcksn

If you can sing or play an instrument...

MUSIC AT THE SEA SHORE

If you can't tho, dont worry i think you could still accompany him somehow

back to topic

Not sure who would bring the idea up first, it just comes up and yall are there

Idk what else to say abt this hc, just use your imagination

OH and also

Laying on his lap while he recites poems

😍😍😍😍😍yes

You fall asleep afterwards, cant blame you bc his voice is pretty calming

Ganyu

I think she would like a flower picking date!

when she has a break, she uses it to spend time with you

you found her eating a flower near qingce village- she noticed you and got so embarrased 😭

you tried to calm her down, afterwards you had an idea

and thats how it went

she found lotsss of interesting flowers and shared some stories about it to you

fast forward, you both made flower crowns for eachother :)))

you both took pictures of eachother with your kamera as the beautiful scenery of liyue was behind the both of you

She wasnt so shy about it 😇 after all her y/n was there, there wasnt any reason to worry

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Nesting part 3. (Takami Keigo x F!Reader)

Words: 2,365.

Warning: None, Hawks being annoying, some crazy paparazzi, and some descriptions of water braking.

Author's note: This is the final part of my once upon a time One-Shot: Nesting. My requests are open. I really enjoy making them so don't hesitate!!

Taglist:

@missmolliemoo (who wanted a part two, so there’s a part three) I'm really sorry, I can't seem to find you in the tags :(

@izuku-midoryias-blog (Who asked if there was going to be a part three so…)

Part One Part Two

Masterlist OG Masterlist

"But what if I'm gone, and your water breaks?"

"I'll call you once the nurse is with me…."

Keigo's head turned in your direction as he walked circles in your living room. For weeks now, he'd been stressing over the near future-birth of your child. You'd choose not to know the gender of the child, and because of your newly acquired title of 'Hawks wife,' you'd decided to have a natural birth at home. Of course, your face was still protected, and no pictures had ever been made public.

Your husband walked back toward you at his nervous pace, eyes wide open and wings mimicking them.

"But what if she's late? "

You rolled your eyes, a tired smiled curving your lips. "I know all the exercises that help." Keigo turned around in the living room again, walking stiffly.

He stopped in front of the window and turned around. His wings nearly knocking a vase full of Petunias over to the ground. "What if something goes wrong?"

"Kei-kun, you worry too much…" Setting down the shirt you were folding on the couch, setting your hands on your hips. You could barely see the floor two feet ahead of you, and the weight of your belly was growing excruciatingly heavy every second. Sitting down was not appealing to you because of the aspect of getting up again once Keigo was gone to work.

Keigo's phone rang again. It must have been the fourth time the "I don't really want to go to work today" lyric echoed in your house this morning. It was indicating that the agency was calling him -indeed about his tardiness.

"Are you gonna answer it?" You asked.

You hadn't the first three times, but as he got, even more unnerving with each new circle, he walked into your living room. You selfishly wanted him out of your way for the day. If he continued that way, there were gonna be holes in the ground.

Keigo brought the cellphone to his ear with a groan and answered in his best yet shaking professional voice.

" Pro winged hero Hawks!''

On the other side of the line, you could only hear whispers, but by the whitening face of your husband, you could tell it wasn't a light affair. Shooting you a look, his eyes dull, he left the living room slowly to talk about the new mission he was given.

It's not long before he comes back, greener than he already looked. His brows frowned, and he was weirdly twitchy.

''What?'' You asked.

His eyes went straight to the covered window, and he sighed. ''I'm taking you to your parents.''

''Huh? No?''

It sounded more like a question than you intended it to be, but his demeanour was starting to scare you a little bit. Keigo was either grumpy or happy, and there was no in-between to those two emotions. Seeing him like this, scared, was making you feel nauseous.

Keigo's eyes were still fixated on the window as if he was analyzing something outside, taking in any prey there could be. ''You'll be better there.'' He said flatly.

''Why?''

His gaze told you that it was not the answer he wanted, needed to hear right now. But in your brain, something was screaming danger more and more. When you try to turn toward the window, Keigo's hand stops you, wrapping around your forearm and making you still where you are. His gaze hardens then, and he pushes you out of the living room, never letting you face the covered glass toward the outside.

Keigo's usually very good at hiding his emotion, especially if it's because of a mission. He won't let you know how bad it usually is, but now, something seems to bother him, and thus, it bothers you too.

''Let me call the nurse then...''

''It's done already. She was informed of the change. Just pack your things.'' you only nod.

You walk to your shared room. It's a mess because of the predicament your in and Keigo's instinct to make sure everything is perfect. The bed is undone, and many things are inside. The bags you packed in case something went wrong and you had to be rushed to the hospital are near the door, so you grab them. Keigo, who'd follow you (he does seem to be stuck at your side right now), holds a pillow and a blanket. You just know that it's because it smells like both of you. The window of your room is covered by a more opaque curtain than the living room, but you still see shadows like those of leaves moving in the sunlight. It's weird because there weren't any trees near that spot in the garden.

Before you can ask anything, Keigo is already pulling you out of the room, checking his phone where shines a text message from the same secretary that brought you to him and then to the hospital one or two months earlier. Asami Fuyu-San. She was kind, a bit cold on the edges, very professional, stuck up if you could say so, but she was kind.

'The car is parked next to the garage door.' said the text.

His hand on your wrist clenched harder as he pulled you toward the garage door. The door was going to the garage, which at the moment was shut, closed and locked. If Asami-san was telling the truth, the car was parked on the side of the house. It was closer to the smaller door of the garage, the one that didn't allow cars to come in.

Keigo's eyes searched for yours for a moment. His brows frowned, and his eyes a little bit red. He wrapped the blanket around your shoulder, putting it over your head so it would cover your face.

''At three, we go, and we don't stop.''

''Okay...''

''Three!''

Keigo opened the door, one hand on your head making you walk before him, gripping your forearm firmly. Shouts and flashes from what you thought to be cameras started to erupt from everywhere around you.

''Hawks-san!''

Keigo made you walk until a car door opened and helped you inside of it. Then, when the car shut close, it started to move. As a desperate try to cover the journalist's questions, the only other sound that could be heard was the radio on a classical music station. You lifted your head, trying to remove the blanket from over it, but your husband stopped you.

''They're still following the car."

Asami-san interjected soon enough, lowering the music as she did.

''We'll take a longer route to your parent's house (Y\L/N)-san. We know you asked for privity.''

''Okay.''

It seemed that you were saying that word a lot today. It wasn't your favourite. The vivid stress you could feel vibrating through your bones -not only yours but Keigo's too- was hard to control. Your quirk had been much more challenging to manage since the start of your pregnancy, and the doctors told you to try and not get into stressful situations. Now was a moment you wished never happened.

Clenching your hands into fists to occupy your mind was not working as it usually did. Keigo was angrily tipping on his phones -probably to journalist agency or his boss- who knew. And even if you tried to pat your belly, it didn't calm the excited baby inside of it anyway.

The baby, surely knowing that it was a bad enough timing to act up, kicked hard. Under the protective blanket, you grimaced.

One hand that played with a strand of hair before shot up toward your belly. Pressing down gently to feel where the baby had kicked you, but the movement you wanted subtle startled Keigo from his angry tipping.

''What? Is the baby okay? Did your water broke?''

''No.'' Your voice sounded more annoyed than you wanted it to. Leaving your lips, a sigh caught his attention too. He laughed.

''Ah, it's fine...''

Another sharp kick from your inside made you hiss. Keigo's hand met yours on your belly. The question he didn't ask still rang silently in the air.

''It's just contractions.''

You'd already experience Braxton's hick before. And since your due date was still one week away, you weren't all that stressed about the baby coming before that. Still, the situation was bothering you.

You were sure that the location of your house must have been leaked. It was a condition of Keigo's agency that you weren't made public -it did arrange Keigo when the agency had tried to pull a fast one for his popularity publicity. But no one in the agency would go and voluntarily out the weakness of his top hero. So it was leaked by a third party, as your family was legally bound to secrecy, and the few friends you had were heroes too.

The car turned right on the highway, and you looked toward Keigo, question marks floating in your eyes. With the hood made out of a blanket still covering most of your face, you still managed to get a glimpse of his worried eyes. He shooked his head as the only answer he could give you right now.

It was supposed to be a calm off day for him, darn it! You were supposed to go on a walk in the woods and be happy. Not run away from fudging journalists!

Another kick made you press a little bit harder on your belly. The kicks were harsher than the ones you'd ever felt. That was weird. Opening your legs a little bit to ease up the tension you felt, a soft pop and liquid starting to pool under you. Your breath hitched in your throat.

The sound was small, but Keigo's attention was already on you, so he noticed anyway.

His head cocked sideways, the black of his eyes changing sizes as he watched you without a sound, at first. Then he felt it. That something wasn't right. His face paled, and he turned toward the driver, his voice higher than ever as he talked over your small -smaller than you intended- voice.

''We might not make it to my parents...''

''Go straight to the hospital!''

The driver changed course in a blink, changing lanes on the road with one swift move. Asami-san took her phone and placed it over her ears.

''I'll call an ambulance.''

Keigo turned to face you again, removing the blanket draped over your face. His hands pulled clumsily the hairs clinging to your forehead.

''It's gonna be fine! Uh, we practiced this!'' Keigo talked with a fake smile plastered over his face. It seemed to you that Keigo was maybe to himself more than to you. But you still nodded in agreement.

''It's fine, I feel fine.'' You place one hand over Keigo's on your face. A smiled creeping on your cheeks, too, as you moved his other hand to your belly.

It didn't hurt all that much, to be honest, not at first. The kicks were more brutal than before, sure. But there was no screaming of pains or anything.

The journalists were still following you, however.

One of them tried to ram into the car but missed, only scratching the van instead, which made your heart flutter in all the wrongs ways. Bile was starting to gradually make its way up to your throat, burning the inside of it like fire. The second try from the journalist to put you out of the road made you cough out some of it. Really, it was not how you'd envisioned your first birthing experience.

''I want that company destroyed.'' Scowled Keigo, helping you get your hair out of your face while you threw up at your feet.

After that, everything happened in a blur. The driver stopped the car on the side of the road and got out while Your husband covered you again. There was some shouting outside for a moment before the astonishingly loud siren of the ambulance echoed around you.

Somehow, someone took you out of the car while your face was covered and placed you inside of the ambulance, Keigo by your side, and you left for the hospital.

''You got this, honey.'' Was saying your husband, his hands holding one of yours while one of the paramedics worked around him to help you.

''Next time, I'll go live in a convent before the birth.''

''For sure, no one'll find you there.''

It took overall eighteen hours of labour, twenty-four calls and one press conference before Keigo could finally see his child.

You were barely staying awake, holding said child like it was a star made out of gold fallen into your arms when he came inside the private room you were given. The echo of his voice playing on the T.V of the room made him flinch imperceptibly. He took a seat next to the bed, creeping closer. His arm passed around your shoulder tenderly.

''How are you?''

''M'fine.'' You murmured, bringing your baby closer to your husband for him to see.

He only had the time to do the skin-on-skin contact with his son while the doctor and nurses took care of you before he was dragged out of the room for a press conference.

''What name did you choose?'' Keigo asked, carefully taking his son from your arms.

''Youta'' you said, tracing the kanji '陽太*' for the name on Keigo's arm. The child's still pinkish wings fluttered when Keigo's hand passed over his head. The doctors said they'd be white after some washing.

''My agency arranged for us to be moved before your stay at the hospital ends.''

You nodded.

Things with Keigo always seemed easy but weren't. Not that you'd change anything.

* Youta (陽太) means great sunlight. I thought it was funny because If the baby was born eighteen hours after around 11 a.m, then it means that he was born as the sun was rising (around 5 a.m). What I also find funny is that Takami (鷹見) means Seeing Hawk. So basically, the child is named The Hawk that sees in the great sunlight, and there could not be a better pun than that.

[shadowthestoryteller]

Shadow's Masterlist and Link List

Howdy all! I'm Shadow, but Shad/Shads works too! My main project is Adventures of an Idiot (And the Idiot Is Me): a self insert series following myself as I get yeeted into a slight AU of the Clone Wars universe roughly five months after the Battle of Kamino and end up entangled with the og Bad Batch. Chaos, memes, salt, and selfawareness all around!

Pronouns: They/Them/Yee/Haw/Grim/lin

Other Places To Find Me: Ao3|Wattpad|Instagram|Pinterest|Discord

Tag Legend: 🔞- Not suitable for minors 🥵-Explicit NSFW scenes ✨-Take place outside a GFFA 💀-Bad Batch Only (no other SW characters) ✍️- In Progress 📕- Complete 🥺- Wholesome/Fluffy 🤪- Shenanigans 💥- Clone Wars Era 🩹- Extensive canon divergence 🥰- Romance

Do I take sketch/drabble requests? I judge requests on a case by case basis depending on my interest/workload, but they are (tentatively) open! Sketch requests should be directed here! I'm more likely to accept a request if it pertains to my series!

Can you read a summary of my stories? Yes you can, on the Adventures!AU Database wiki! It's a WIP, so be patient, but any information covered in my stories will be there in time! There's also some art over there!

Want to support my creativity? Consider supporting me on Patreon! Get early access to content, individual chapter PDFs, and personalized goodies such as art or even writing for higher tiers!

Below are my main stories and the "canon" storyline for my Clone Wars fix-it AU! Completed stories have the online Wattpad version and, if available, an updated PDF version that has additional editing/content! For PDFs, any chapter with potentially triggering content will have an asterisk by the chapter title.

Off to a Great Start 💥💀🤪📕

Chapters: 25- Online|PDF

Characters: Clone Force 99, Self Insert, OCs

Synopsis: While sitting in my room, vibin', I'm suddenly launched into the Clone Wars universe and find myself on a world in the Outer Rim. Salt ensues, but I soon realize I have bigger problems; the Bad Batch is after me to help them on a mission. Why, you may ask? Good question. Let's find out together.

Wordcount: 72k

Rating: Teen(15+)-Language, mature humor, brief mentions of past attempted assault

Over the River and Through the Woods🔞💥💀📕

Chapters: 66- Online|Part 1 PDF(revised)/Part 2PDF

Characters: Clone Force 99, Self Insert, OCs

Synopsis: Well, now I know what the Bad Batch needs my help with: Accessing the coordinates to a planet that could very well be one from my original stories. To obtain that information, I need to lead them over the river and through the woods to the Vault, a magical cave that houses the coordinates. It’s just a simple hike there and back. What could possibly go wrong?

Wordcount: 250k+

Rating: Adult (18+)-Language, mature content, abandonment trauma, brief mentions of past attempted assault, nightmares, brief periods of intense gore, brief horror elements, canon-typical violence, brief hint to self harm.

To the Far Reaches🔞🥵💥💀✨✍️

Chapters: Pro|1|2|3|4|5

Characters: Clone Force 99, Self Insert, OCs

Synopsis: With the coordinates in hand, or rather in my mind, the Bad Batch and I set off to my planet Kelusia to retrieve the deadly Kelusyte crystal. After convincing the local Rageryans our intentions are good and scouring the region for the materials to safely acquire the crystal, we embark on a journey into the planet's core. And, as usual, it goes about as well as expected.

Wordcount: Ongoing

Rating: Adult (18+)- Language, explicit mature content, PTSD

Commander, Meet the Cat💥📕

Chapters: 9- Online|PDF

Characters: Clone Force 99, Self Insert, Commander Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Synopsis: Almost a month after joining the Bad Batch, it's finally time for me to meet Commander Cody. However, trouble soon emerges as we realize that while we don't exactly see eye to eye where the war is concerned.

Wordcount: 18k+

Rating: Teen (15+)-Language, authority trauma

Fallen Not Forgotten💥🩹✍️

Chapters: Pro|1|2|3|4|5

Characters: Clone Force 99, Self Insert, Commander Cody, Captain Rex, Domino Squad, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Synopsis: Plagued by nightmares of what awaits the ARC twins, I rescue Echo from Lola Sayu, sparing him the fate planned by the Techno Union. The Batch and I bring him back to Naboo for medical attention, but bad news soon strikes; a recording of me on Lola Sayu got out. Also, apparently, there's a portal on Naboo now too. Which leads to a particular moon base, before it was destroyed. How interesting.

Wordcount: Ongoing

Rating: Teen (15+)- Language, canon-typical violence, occasional mature humor

These stories are short, often two chapters or less, and may or may not be "canon" to the Adventures!AU storyline. Additionally, some older may be written with she/her so ignore that lol. Due to the short length, a synopsis is not given here.

With You From Dusk 'Til Dawn- 💥💀🥺📕

Frightful Flight- 💥💀🤪✍️

Bad Day Blues- 💥💀🥺📕

Back and Forth-🔞💥💀📕

Dreamland Express-💥💀🥺📕

Tomorrow-💥💀🥺📕

Wash Away the Nightmare-💥💀🥺📕

Sickfic Crosshair-💥💀🥺📕

Hot Springs- 💥💀🥺📕

HunterxReader: Rainy Day Date Night-💥💀🥰📕

HunterxReader: Fireside Snuggles-💥💀🥰📕

Snuggles, Not Struggles (Bad BatchxReader)-💥💀🥰✍️

Prey in the Sights (Crosshair&HunterxReader)-🔞🥵💥💀✍️

Scaredy Cat: Bad Batch Flash Fic- 💥💀🤪✍️

[kamoniwa]

 ⟼ a little madness

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⇢ pairing: yokai!kuroo/demon!akaashi/human!reader/werewolf!semi

⇢ au: college!au

⇢ summary: you, your friends, and some friends of your friends all get tricked by one tendou satori into visiting an abandoned amusement park for halloween. it turns out it isn’t ghosts you need to worry about, though.

⇥  kinktober masterlist

⇢ warnings: gangbang, noncon to consensual, lots of reluctance, mind break if you squint?, technical temperature play, unprotected sex, creampie, the boys are real gentle in breaking you down

⇢ word count: 11,695

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⇢ a/n: don’t really think noncon is my forte but practice makes perfect. is the pairing self-indulgent? fat yes. does this fic make total sense? not really sure. did i have fun writing it? hell yeah. also big thank you to @ishuzoku​ for helping me come up with the flyer bc my og id was garbage lmao.

Furrowing your brows, you looked at Tendo with a mix of exasperation and unadulterated dismay.

“An abandoned amusement park. On Halloween?” Kaori asked before you could, eyebrows disappearing into her bangs. “You cannot be serious, Tendo.”

If he was put off by your reactions, he didn’t show it. If anything, he was probably relishing in it, and said, “Yes, yes I am. It’ll be fun. Come on, do you really just wanna get drunk at a boring house party on Halloween?”

You snorted at that, stirring your coffee as you said, “As opposed to getting murdered at an amusement park? That’s like, straight out of a horror movie, Tendo.”

“You guys are so boring,” he whined, slumping forward across the table. Shirabu grumbled under his breath, glaring at Tendo as he nudged his drink closer to Shirabu’s textbook. “Look, it’ll be so cool! Exploring all the abandoned funhouses and imagine how freaky the haunted houses will be! Just think about it, okay?”

The looks everyone exchanged said they had and had already made up their minds, but you nodded anyway, if for no other reason than to appease him.

A moment later, your alarm went off and you bid them goodbye, walking towards the door with Shirabu for your next lecture. You were sure as shit not going to an abandoned anything this weekend.

Except somehow, against all odds, you were piled up in the back of Konoha’s car, crammed beside someone who had been introduced to you as Akaashi Keiji. He was a friend of Bokuto’s and Konoha’s and, upon hearing about your adventure, asked if he could tag along. If you had to peg him, he was more the librarian type than a ghost hunter type-- soft spoken and well mannered with pretty blue eyes that closed slightly when he smiled.

In the front seat were Konoha-- driving-- and Yachi, currently fighting with the radio and Konoha’s phone. 

In the car behind you was someone named Kuroo-- also a friend of Bokuto and Akaashi-- Kaori, Goshiki, and Semi-- a friend of Shirabu, Goshiki, and Tendo. Kuroo was almost ecstatic to be going, but Semi had seemed like he would rather be doing anything else as he climbed into the passenger seat of Kuroo’s car.

The car in front contained Tendo, Bokuto, Yukie, and-- god bless him-- Shirabu. You were sure he was losing his mind as Tendo guided him towards the location of the amusement park. The details on how exactly this had come about were lost on you, but you vaguely recalled a drunken bet made two nights ago and a video that Tendo refused to share properly, but assured you was proof that the group had agreed to the terms of said bet and then lost. Spectacularly. Supposedly.

“So, how did you meet everyone?” Akaashi asked, turning to look at you. The scenery outside was turning quickly from civilization to wilderness, the trees growing thicker the further you drove until you couldn’t tell one trunk from the next. 

Humming, you rested your chin in your hand, bracing your elbow on the door. This was the worst part of meeting someone new during a trip-- tedious small talk. But you had to start somewhere, so you said, “I met Kaori in one of our classes and ‘Toka-- er, Yachi--” The girl turned around at the sound of her name and waved. “-- is my roommate. They kind of introduced me to everyone else.”

Truth be told, you weren’t sure how they had become your core group of friends. From loud and boisterous Bokuto to sullen and taciturn Shirabu, you adored all of them, but you had had your own group of friends before meeting them. Most of those old friends had faded from sight as you found yourself absorbed in your new ones and, while a part of you felt bad, it was just a part of life.

“What about you?” you asked, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. “How do you know them?”

Konoha snickered from the front seat and Akaashi cut him a glare before turning back to you. “I’ve been friends with Konoha, Bo, and Tetsuro since highschool. Kaori and Yukie were our managers,” he said.

Konoha made a turn onto a road who’s name sign had long since fallen off the rusty pole, and you wondered just how far out you had traveled. It didn’t feel like it had been long since you left, but you recognized nothing around you and there was no sign of life. 

“So, everyone but ‘Toka and I were friends in highschool, huh?” You chuckled. “What are the odds?”

Akaashi laughed with you, fiddling with his fingers as he turned back to look out his window. 

The car was now filled with the sound of music, overtaking the silence that fell between the four of you. Konoha was focused on driving and you knew Yachi was more than a little nervous-- you had almost expected her to back out and accept whatever payback Tendo had planned for it afterwards.

“Do any of you guys know anything about this place?” you asked, leaning forward and resting your chin on Yachi’s seat. Through the windshield, you could see Tendo’s shaved head and Bokuto’s spiky locks in the backseat, and worried for poor Shirabu’s sanity. “How did Tendo even know this place existed?”

“It’s an old legend,” Akaashi spoke up softly. 

Both you and Yachi turned to look at him, the latter’s breath hitching because everyone knew when those words were said, the story was going to be unpleasant.

Konoha cursed as he hit a pothole, muttering Tendo’s name under his breath as he righted the car between the faded lane lines, and Akaashi smiled at that before looking back to you.

“I doubt most people have heard of it,” he began, popping his knuckles one at a time. “It’s more of a local thing, really.”

“Well then how do you know about it?” you asked curiously, quirking a brow. You knew Bokuto grew up in Tokyo, which meant Akaashi had as well, and you were well outside of the city limits.

Akaashi smiled, tipping his head to the side and for the first time there was something other than soft indifference in it. “I enjoy these types of places and legends. It’s a hobby, you might say. This particular amusement park was meant to be scary in nature and didn’t stay open for long due to unexplained deaths and disappearances.”

Yachi squeaked, and you cast her a glance before resting your hand on her shoulder. This was probably not the best story for someone as easily scared as she was, but it was too late now, and you knew there was curiosity beneath the fear.

“That sounds way too vague,” you said, lips curling up at the corners. “That’s what everyone says about places like this. It’s not scary.”

Your skepticism was met with laughter and he said, “True. The police at the time pinned the problems on faulty attractions or poor background checks, saying there must have been a serial killer hired without anyone realizing. Sounds to me like they just couldn’t figure out what was causing it.”

You rolled your eyes, nodding along. If the park was as old as Tendo said, it could really have been faulty attractions, but you weren’t buying the serial killer story. It sounded too far-fetched compared to being crushed by an unstable support beam. 

Akaashi continued, voice dropping in what might have been a scary attempt at atmosphere if the sun wasn’t framing his pretty features in a golden glow behind him. “The locals all said that the place was haunted, too many deaths had built up negative energy, trapping the spirits of those killed there. Unable to escape, they grew angry and the deaths continued until authorities labeled the park unsafe and banned any more visitors. And then--”

“What the hell?” Konoha cut him off, hitting the brakes a little harder than necessary.

Akaashi’s seat belt locked and he grunted, rubbing at the new red mark on his neck as he asked, “What’s going on?”

“Dunno,” Konoha replied, putting the car in park. “Sorry about that. Shirabu is getting out of the car.”

The car behind you pulled up as you were getting out, eyes wide as you watched Tendo lay a map out on the trunk of Shirabu’s car.

“We’re lost,” you said, sighing in exasperation.

A tall figure blocked out the sun in front of you and you squinted up into the face of Kuroo. He was giving you a catlike grin, ruffling his messy rooster hair as he said, “Sure seems that way, princess. This place is in the middle of nowhere. I’ll be surprised if we even find it.” He guided you over to the car where the others were gathered, snickering at the look of surprise on your face. “What?”

“You know about this place too?” you asked, glancing at Akaashi on the other side of the car. He cast you a small, closed eyed smile. “Akaashi was telling us about it in the car.”

Kuroo chuckled, raising a brow at his friend. “Yeah, being friends with Akaashi has its share of hazards.”

“Look, I’m pretty sure we’re here,” Tendo said, interrupting your conversation. He was pointing to a small line that looked just like any other on the map, aside from the major roadways and cities. If he was right, you were a decent ways out of the city and your watch read 1:01pm. “If we just follow this road and then this one, it’ll lead us straight past the village and to the park.”

Shirabu looked skeptical, spinning the map around to look at it as well. He wasn’t exactly wrong but how could he really tell? All the smaller roads looked the same and they couldn’t even confirm the name of the road because there was no sign. It had also been ages since they last saw a house or even another car, so asking anyone was out of the question too.

“This is stupid,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. No one besides Tendo really wanted to be there-- he ignored the fact that Kuroo was just as excited as his weirdo friend to be going and that Akaashi had jumped at the opportunity as well-- and it would be so much easier to just turn around and go to Hinata’s party. “We should just go home before we get lost.”

Tendo frowned at that, sharing a look with Kuroo before saying, “We aren’t lost*. It’s not much further now. Just trust me.”

The others were all inclined to agree with Shirabu, you included, but arguing with Tendo was like arguing with a brick wall-- pointless. He had already tricked you into agreeing to this endeavor and at this point backing out would be both a waste of time and gas. Shirabu was too smart to get lost anyway but, if you were lucky, Tendo was wrong and you wouldn’t be able to find the place at all.

“Do you really think we’ll be able to find it?” Yachi asked once you were safely back in the car. 

Akaashi hummed beside you, but you said, “God I hope not. I was looking forward to Hinata’s party and if we get back quick enough we might still make it.”

Konoha looked at you in the rearview, eyes crinkled as he snickered. “What, are you scared, _____? Afraid the ghosts are gonna get ya?”

Scoffing, you dug through your bag for your phone. A check an hour ago had revealed one bar, but now the words ‘No Service’ blazed across the service banner. “No, I’m not scared. There are just a thousand better things to be doing that than breaking my neck on rusty amusement park rides.”

“Sounds like cowardice to me,” he answered, laughing at you through the mirror. 

Sticking your tongue out at him, you turned back to the window, sighing as the scenery passed by in a blur. Konoha and Akaashi talked a lot about volleyball, Yachi pitching in occasionally. You knew she had managed her highschool volleyball team and knew everyone else in the group to some degree, but most everything sports related went over your head. 

Still, Akaashi made some effort to get to know you, asking about highschool and what classes you were taking. You told him about your major and asked what his was, finding out he was a literature major and constantly busy, explaining why you had never met him before. He, Kuroo, and Semi were the busiest out of all their friends, often skipping out on get togethers in order to study, work, or-- in Semi’s case-- practice with his band.

A little while later, while Yachi and Konoha were having a heated discussion about their favorite subjects, you caught the first glimpse of something besides trees. Turning to look out the windshield, you saw brake lights already lighting up and the car began to slow.

“Well, we found the village, at least,” Tendo said, reading the faded sign displaying the name of the town. “I didn’t expect it to be abandoned too, though.”

Everyone was gathered in the middle of the road, looking down the mainstreet of the village. Windows were busted out and boarded up, paint faded on rotten clapboards, and roofs missing tiles or riddled with holes. The street was littered with potholes and the whole town had an eerie sense of unnatural quiet. Everyone shifted on their heels, slowly making their way back towards the cars without a word and piling in. 

Even Tendo looked unnerved.

The town disappeared behind you but in the distance you could see the towering track of a roller coaster above the treeline. Even from so far away you could see that the paint was faded off of it, the sun filtering through clouds and casting the whole area in shades of grey. To you, it seemed like the forest was darker, the trees packed more closely together, and your heart began to thump in your chest.

“You okay?” Akaashi’s gentle voice asked in your ear. His hand landed on your shoulder, colder than expected, and you shivered underneath his touch. “You look like you’ve already seen a ghost.”

You nodded, looking over to find him giving you a look of amused concern, one corner of his mouth turned up in a half smile. “Just nervous. That town was creepy as hell and it freaked me out a little.”

“Me too!” Yachi squeaked from the front seat, turning around to give you a pleading look. “Don’t you dare leave me, _____.”

Laughter filled the car then and you patted Yachi on the shoulder. “Wouldn���t dream of it, ‘Toka.”

The towering sign for the park appeared up ahead and the car fell silent all over again as brake lights lit up again. Broken glass and gravel littered the parking lot, which was smaller than expected for how big the park looked. 

Everyone seemed to hesitate on getting out of the cars. Tendo was the first, followed by Kuroo, and then Akaashi. Like it was a signal, the rest of you followed, Yachi clinging onto your hand and Kuroo and Akaashi seeming to stand behind you protectively, close enough that you could feel warmth radiating off them.

“Do we really have to go in there?” Goshiki asked, eyeing the ticket booth with disdain. The paint on it, like everything else, was faded, the wood rotten and the window and door busted out. The latter creaked on its hinges, filling the still air with an unsettling noise that mixed with the faint sounds of creaking metal and leaves fluttering in the wind.

Everyone shuffled back towards the cars a little at his question, but Tendo took a step forward, resting his hand on the turnstile. “Since we’re actually here, may as well take a look around.”

Without another moment of hesitation, he hopped over it, peering around with an unusually quiet interest. It was the first time since you had met Tendo that he had nothing to say, his already pale face seemingly devoid of color, making his vibrant, sleepy eyes pop out even more.

Groaning, you, Shirabu, and Goshiki stepped forward, dragging Yachi with you as you climbed over the turnstile as well. You couldn’t just let Tendo wander off into the dangerous park alone. The others followed suit, muffled whispers and conversations floating through the air as they spread out in the area. 

The forest had started taking back over through the concrete, weeds and grass sprouting up through the cracks and pushing the cobblestones up and out of place. Vines of ivy and moss hung from the powerpoles, vendor booths, and some attractions further back, swaying in the gentle breeze. The buildings were dark inside, but through the gloom you could make out mannequins and shelves devoid of merchandise.

The bell dinged on the first one Tendo pushed open-- a souvenir shop. It was empty except for dust and garbage, as were the next few you entered.

Slowly but surely the group made their way further into the park, Yachi clinging onto you the whole time. Akaashi and Kuroo were right behind the two of you, Shirabu and Semi in front, forming a kind of guard while Tendo and Bokuto led the way. Kaori clung to Goshiki, who looked like he was putting on a brave front despite his pink cheeks and the nervousness in his eyes.

For all his grumbling, Shirabu looked interested as he eyed all the buildings and machinery. It was quiet, devoid even of the sound of birdsong or humming bugs, and it unsettled you.

“Oh look, it’s the pirate ship ride!” Bokuto yelled suddenly, breaking the deathly silence.

Everyone jumped, Shirabu hissing at him to shut up while Yukie shrieked, latching onto him. Bokuto had the decency to look abashed but still steered the group towards the derelict platform, testing his weight on the creaky metal stairs on his way up.

The deck of the ship was littered with leaves and dust, the seats worn down and showing stuffing and springs after however many years left in the element. There were signs of rust on the metal and the whole thing shifted slightly to emit a creak.

“Um, Bo, I don’t think that’s safe,” Kuroo called out, grabbing your arm to stop you from following up behind him. 

Tendo and Goshiki were up beside him, examining the boat itself and, before anyone knew it, the former had hopped into it.

“Tendo!” Shirabu called, a trace of panic in his voice. His fingers were wrapped around the railing, paint flakes coming away under his touch hand as he prepared to spring up the stairs, but everyone’s eyes were locked on Tendo’s precarious creep down the middle aisle. “Get out of there before you get hurt, idiot!”

“It’s fine, Shirabu,” he called, now standing at the bow. “It’s kinda cool actually. I can see more of the park from here.”

Bokuto landed with a thump a moment later, a louder creak ringing out than when lanky Tendo had landed, and everyone took a collective breath and held it. 

But as before, it held, and he joined Tendo up by the bow.

“Wow, he’s right!” he called, holding his hand above his eyes like a visor and peering out over the park. It was certainly bigger than he imagined for being in the middle of nowhere. “There’s a house over that way!”

“Probably the haunted house,” Tendo said, straining to see what Bokuto was looking at. In the distance were two stilted, twisted steeples painted in different hues. One was flamboyant and bright, the other dark and dreary, even compared to the state of disrepair of the rest of the park. “I see a funhouse too, I think. Looks pretty freaky. Wanna check ‘em out?”

“Hell yeah,” Bokuto shouted, whipping around to look at the rest of you.

Shirabu looked ready to blow a gasket, and Yachi looked ready to faint, but everyone else looked intrigued. Even you couldn’t help but be a little curious about it, having free range to explore the most interesting rides in the park. Wasn’t it everyone’s dream to be able to see what they were like without restraint? 

The sun was just beginning to fade behind the treeline, turning the clouds a thin shade of orange, but the lure of seeing something interesting had dissolved any real fear.

The two men met Goshiki on the platform and made their way back down to the rest of the group, eyes shining bright with the promise of adventure.

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad!” Tendo said as if the stunt he just pulled hadn’t taken years off all your lives. Jumping haphazardly onto a decade old, rusted out death trap attraction at an abandoned amusement park hours from the nearest hospital wasn’t going to earn him any genius awards.

On the way towards the supposed attractions, you came across the carousel. Its metal panels were tarnished, the paint worn away from them and the animals, the mirrors grimy with dirt. Vines and ivy climbed up everywhere. The platform shifted when Kuroo stepped onto it, Tendo hot on his heels followed closely by Bokuto. 

“Let’s go see, ‘Toka,” you said, tugging her forward by the hand. Kaori took your other one, squeezing, while Akaashi guided you with a gentle hand on your back.

“Look at this,” someone said, and you turned to find Semi holding a faded paper. “It looks like a poster claiming someone was kidnapping people.”

“How the hell is it still here?” Konoha asked, peering at it around Semi’s arm. “It should have disintegrated a long damn time ago.”

“Dunno,” Semi said with a frown. Trying to see the paper, you were crowded against Semi by Yachi and Kaori and flinched when you realized how hot he was. “It was wedged in the frame of the mirror.”

The whole thing was faded but still legible, due presumably to being tucked into the mirror, and appeared to be a flyer issued by the park itself.

Due to the recent disappearances, park security has been tightened. Please stay aware of your surroundings and report and suspicious activity immediately.

“You were right, Akaashi,” you said, glancing up at the man standing behind you. “They really did think someone was kidnapping people.”

“A lot of the people were never found,” Semi said, folding the sheet up neatly and tucking into his pocket. “It’s not surprising they thought that.”

“Ohhhh, maybe the bodies are still here,” Tendo said, wiggling his fingers over Konoha’s shoulders. “Maybe it was actually the workers kidnapping people and they kept the bodies in a secret place.”

“Like where?” Shirabu asked, giving him an exasperated, skeptical look. It was getting late and they were wasting time just hanging around. He wasn’t particularly thrilled at the idea of being in the park after dark, going to possibly the scariest attraction in the place, but if they were going to do it, they needed to just get it done. “The authorities probably tore this place apart looking for them.”

Tendo shrugged, looking thoughtful. “Maybe they hid them in the haunted house. Maybe there’s a hidden room somewhere that only the workers knew how to open.”

“Could you not?” Yukie asked, slapping Tendo on the arm. “We’re going there, in case you forgot, pea brain. Way to freak us out.”

Yachi was clinging onto Kaori now, staring at Tendo with wide, frightened eyes and he almost looked repentant.

“Or, you know, could be anywhere. The haunted house would be a pretty obvious place to hide it, wouldn’t it?” he said, rubbing the back of his head. Beckoning to Yachi, she went reluctantly, letting Tendo tuck her under his arm. “Don’t worry, Yach. I’ll protect you, ‘kay?”

You and Kaori snickered at the shade of red her face turned, and Shirabu sighed.

“Can we just get going before it gets too late?” he asked, turning and leading the way down the path. The shadows were slowly lengthening, orange mixing with shades of pink and purple in the sky.

Semi fell into step beside you, Yukie on your other side. Goshiki and Konoha were having a conversation about the derelict rollercoaster to the right, and you allowed your attention to drift to it. It was eerie, the faded paint and rusted metal tracks looming like a foreboding beacon above you. Staring the way you were, your foot caught a displaced cobblestone and you went sprawling with a yelp.

Before you could smack the ground, a strong, warm hand wrapped around your upper arm and hauled you back up. It hurt, causing a sharp ache in your shoulder, but it still hurt less than the concrete probably would have. Looking up at your savior, you gave him a half smile.

“Thanks, Semi,” you said, rubbing your shoulder.

But he was frowning at you-- not that that was any different than the look he’d worn all day-- but this one was marred by soft concern. “Are you alright? You’re awfully cold.”

“O-Oh. No, I’m fine. Just got distracted by the coaster,” you said, giggling in embarrassment. “It is a bit chilly though, now that you mention it. I didn’t notice.”

There was a moment's hesitation, then the sound of a zipper being drawn down. A weight settled across your shoulders, surrounding you with an unfamiliar cologne, and your cheeks heated up at the realization that he had given you his jacket.

“That’s okay, Semi, really,” you said, shrugging the jacket off. “It isn’t that bad, and it’s my own fault. I left mine in the car.”

“No worries, _____,” he said, and for the first time you could see a small smile on his face in the dim light. “I’m not cold, so you can take it.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you said, pulling it back around your shoulders. It was warm and you smiled when you caught him looking at you. He was wearing a peculiar look, kind but almost possessive, and he licked his lips once before looking forward again.

You shivered, unsure if you were just seeing things. The park had rattled your nerves and Semi was just being nice. You didn’t know him well enough to make a judgement call like that and forced down the uneasiness, taking your place beside him again.

“Smooth move, klutz,” Konoha quipped, nudging your back. Goshiki and Shirabu snickered and you flipped them off over your shoulder, looping your other arm with Yukie.

The steepled spires of the haunted house came into view, beside which stood the funhouse, like Tendo said. Both looked terrifying in the dying light of the sun. Like everything else, the paint was almost gone, shingles missing from the roofs which were adorned with holes.

Without thinking, you reached out and grabbed Semi’s arm, pressing yourself to it. He glanced at you for a moment, a soft smile flitting across his face before looking at Tendo, who was staring between the two buildings.

“I wanna go in the funhouse,” Tendo said, turning back to the rest of the group. Setting his hands on his hips, he looked around at everyone. “Should we go as a group?” Kuroo shifted, pointing his feet towards the haunted house. “I kinda wanna go in there, actually.”

“Well no one should go anywhere alone,” Shirabu said firmly, and everyone nodded in agreement. If someone got hurt, no one would know for ages and then there was the long ride back on top of it.

“So we’ll split up. Everyone pick a house,” Tendo said, clapping his hands. 

Yukie’s arm around yours disappeared and she scurried over to Tendo, looking at you apologetically. Yachi took her place instead, looking for all the world like she was going to collapse from fright, and you gave her a concerned look.

“I’m going wherever you go,” she said, and you raised a brow. 

Before you could answer, Kuroo’s arm slung around your shoulders, looming over Yachi’s tiny form. “It looks like everyone’s decided. Pretty even split. Let’s meet back here in--” He checked his watch. “Two hours? That should be enough time to see everything.”

You opened your mouth to object, but Tendo nodded while Shirabu set the timer on his watch. “Everyone be careful, please. We really can’t afford any injuries.”

Yachi looked up at the dark house looming before you while the other group made their way towards the funhouse. 

You could hear Tendo’s voice echo back, saying, “That’s the reason we have you here, Shirabu. You’re a doctor and all.”

Shirabu said something in return, but it was lost in the distance as you were herded towards the haunted house. The doors hung open, swinging in the breeze and creaking.  It seemed like the house sucked all the warmth from the air the closer you got to it, and you squeezed Semi’s arm in yours.

“Scared, princess?” Kuroo whispered in your ear, raising the hairs on the back of your neck when his warm breath met your cold skin. “You shouldn’t be. We’re here with you.”

The steps leading into it sagged beneath your weight, the wood softer than it should’ve been and it came as no surprise when one broke beneath Semi’s weight. He cursed while you and Yachi pulled back, keeping him from falling over and potentially hurting himself. It took Akaashi and Kuroo both to pull him up out of the hole and a quick check revealed his jeans had protected his leg.

“Are you alright?” you whispered, looking up into Semi’s unamused face. He was wearing a hard scowl, his grip on you iron clad now as he guided you up the steps.

“Sure,” he said, eyes softening when he looked down at you. “Just annoyed.”

Inside, the light from your phones seemed to be swallowed by the darkness. The dust was thick and the air musty and humid. Cobwebs hung from everything, casting long shadows into the darkness beyond the halo of your flashlights.

Yachi yelped, tripping over a rotted track board and would have dragged you down if you weren’t holding onto Semi so tightly. His heat was almost a comfort now, driving away the persistent chill that seemed to emanate from the ramshackle walls. You couldn’t tell where the fabricated deterioration ended and true rot began.

“This way then?” Akaashi asked, leading the way into the first door. It was the kitchen area, set up to look like a butcher shop. A thick layer of dust settled over everything, motes flurrying through the painfully white light from your phones in an eerie dance that made it even harder to see.

Old props lay on the worn countertops, splotches of what was likely-- hopefully-- fake blood a dark black on the faded wood and laminate. Someone had a hand on your back while Akaashi examined a chain hanging from the ceiling, something hanging from the end of it. It made a strange noise when he pushed it, a crackly, grinding noise like it was rusty. It wouldn’t be a surprise, with the humidity as high as it is. 

“That’s a little unsettling,” Kuroo admitted, and you all jumped when a loud crash rang out somewhere further down.

“Now would be the time to leave if we were in a horror movie,” you hinted through gritted teeth, even as Kuroo stepped back out into the hall. He scanned the darkness, his phone hanging by his side, the light pointed towards the floor. “What do you expect to see anyway, genius?”

He turned back to wink before disappearing into the dark and you groaned, straining your eyes to see anything. His light was lost in the gloom and you released Yachi’s arm, taking a step forward. Semi allowed himself to be dragged along with you while Goshiki held Yachi, petting her hair as she whimpered.

Swearing, you and Semi trudged down the hallway, listening for any noises but heard nothing besides the sounds of an old building settling. Your voice caught in your throat when you opened your mouth to call for Kuroo, your ire failing in the face of the oppressive darkness in the heart of the house. Swiping a cobweb off your face, you shined your phone around, lighting up a destroyed living room area, two hallways, and a staircase.

“You don’t think he went upstairs, do you?” Semi whispered, following your line of sight.

Swallowing, you said, “God I fuckin’ hope not. This is so creepy, can’t we just leave him?”

He chuckled against his will, a quiet, rough noise as he tried to stifle it. “‘Fraid not. I don’t wanna deal with the cops.”

Heaving a sigh, you pointed the light down to the floor and found no sign of footprints in the thick dust. Flashing it behind you, you saw your own and Semi’s clearly visible and frowned. “Hey, look.”

Semi scoured the floor, waving his light all around you. “He definitely came this way.”

Nodding, you pointed the light back in front of you, down the hallway, but it was unable to break more than a few inches of darkness. “Okay, now I’m really freaked out. Where is he?”

New light joined your meager one, shuffling footsteps coming to a stop just behind you. 

Akaashi’s hand landed on your shoulder, peering over your head at where you were staring.

“This way,” Semi said after a moment of silence. It was broken only by Yachi’s occasional sniffle and you wondered if you shouldn’t just return to the front door and let Semi and Akaashi handle the rescue. But gentle pressure on your arm and shoulder guided you down, sniffling at the dust before you broke out into a sneeze.

The floor creaked beneath your feet, making the already eerie feeling worse as you crept down the hall. There were faded, torn paintings lining the walls, a few false doors, and windows painted black and boarded up. You couldn’t tell if the paint peeling up the walls was due to age or intent, but it certainly didn’t help settle your unease. 

“Careful,” Semi said suddenly, jerking you sideways into him. The cold hand slid off your shoulder and a light revealed a hole in the middle of the floor, where you had been about to step.

“Thanks,” you breathed, swallowing harshly. The dust was starting to sting your eyes and you repressed another sneeze, rubbing your nose. 

Skirting around the hole, it opened into another room, what appeared to be a library. Overstuffed armchairs littered the room, the shelves lining the walls stacked with what were likely fake books. There was no sign of Kuroo, but Semi led you further into the room carefully.

He wasn’t careful enough, though.

Once second you were clinging to him, the next you heard a crack and then you were experiencing the most curious sensation. Your stomach swooped as the light disappeared, and you realized belatedly that you were falling. Something warm, almost scalding wrapped around you, and your fall stopped short with a grunt of impact.

You lay there stunned for several long moments, head spinning and heart beating hard enough that you could feel it in your ears. The dark was only furthering your disorientation and you only realized you were laying on something when it moved beneath you.

Sitting up, you felt something slump over your shoulders before coughing filled your ears.

“Semi?” you whispered hoarsely. Above you, you registered screaming and looked up only to be blinded by light.

Semi grunted behind you but didn’t move, breathing heavy against your back. From above, you could hear muted conversation before the shrieking stopped.

“_____, Semi, are you both okay?” Akaashi’s concerned voice reached your ringing ears, and you nodded in response.

It took you a moment to realize he probably couldn’t see you, calling up, “Yeah, I think so. Semi--”

“‘M fine,” he yelled, though he sounded winded. 

“Are you sure?” you asked, wrapping a hand around the wrist dangling in front of you. A few feet away lay your phone, face down, the light muted but visible, and you sighed in relief. “You caught me, are you sure*?”

Semi chuckled, a rough noise. “Yeah, I’m sure. Trust me.”

“You guys stay there,” Akaashi commanded, then turned back to Goshiki and Yachi to say something. “I’ll find a way down to you.”

He disappeared and you scrambled forward, snatching your phone up. Moving back to the relative safety of Semi’s presence, you shined it around. 

The basement, you decided upon seeing the array of monster props and torture machines, was perhaps the most terrifying part of the house. It was only heightened by your adrenaline rush, the shadows seeming to jump out to your paranoid mind.

As the adrenaline wore off, you took stock of your extremities. Semi really had cushioned you-- nothing hurt-- and you turned to face him.

In the light, he really did look fine, even his breathing had evened out, and he looked back at you with a smirk. “Told you. I’m tougher than you think.”

“I’m beginning to realize that,” you admitted, getting to your feet. You didn’t let Semi get far, linking your arm with his and clinging to him, much to his amusement.

His eyes adjusted to the dark faster than yours and he located his phone near the base of a rusty filing cabinet. The screen was cracked-- which he cursed-- but it still worked, and he turned the flashlight back on.

“This is creepy as fuck,” he muttered, thumping the model of a skeletal doctor to see the dust swirl. There was a medical table in the center of the room with a light looming over it. He assumed there was supposed to be a body laying on said table and, in the dark, it was a scary thought that it was no longer there. “I hope Akaashi hurries up. I don’t like it here.”

You couldn’t stifle the small giggle, though you covered your mouth in a poor attempt. It was the nerves, you were sure, because as he moved away you held tighter, stumbling after him. He tried one door, the handle stiff enough that you recognized it to be fake. There was a set of metal double doors on the other side of the room and those swung open with an eerie grinding noise, scraping across the concrete floor.

The hallways extended to either direction, cells lining the wall in front of you and you shuddered. “Let’s go, Semi, please,” you begged, tugging him down to the left. It was the same direction that you had come from on the floor above and hoped that it would lead you to a staircase or something*.

Semi went along reluctantly, flashing his light in all the cells you passed. Most were empty, besides the occasional bed or other prop. Some contained chains mounted in the wall and his eyes flashed to you.

The hallway opened up into what may have been a waiting room if most of the furniture hadn’t been utterly destroyed. As you scanned the area, there was a noise from up ahead and you jerked to a stop, scurrying back to Semi’s side. Peeking around him while he stared down the hall, you kept a tight grip on his arm, feeling the muscles flex and tense beneath your hand. A shadow moved in the light and you nearly screamed as Kuroo stepped into view, followed closely by Akaashi.

Neither carried a light and your heart leapt in your throat when you caught a momentary flash of light reflecting off of Kuroo’s eyes before it disappeared.

Still hiding behind Semi, the four of you regarded each other in silence for a moment, before Kuroo chuckled.

“Well, this is certainly convenient, though I didn’t expect you to get involved,” he said, leaning sideways against the wall. He looked as relaxed as usual while Akaashi lurked behind him, staring at you peeking around Semi’s arm. 

He held out a hand to you but you held back, suddenly unsure of Kuroo’s words. With your heart in your throat, you looked up into Semi’s relaxed, impassive face. He made no moves, just watched the other two linger in front of your only escape route.

Then he shrugged.

“Dumb luck.”

The men burst into laughter and you squeaked, taking a step back from Semi. Before you could get anywhere, his hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you forward.

“Easy, kitten. We don’t wanna hurt you,” Kuroo said, stepping further into the room. His eyes lit up once again in the light from your flashlight, mischievous brown turning solid gold. His pupils narrowed and elongated, his smile seeming to become more sharp as he stared down at you.

You breathed in sharply, taking a step back into Semi’s chest. Regardless of whether he was in on whatever they had planned, he was the safest option as opposed to whatever the hell Kuroo was.

The grip on your wrist loosened but came to your shoulders instead, keeping you in place with a warning squeeze. You had already guessed he was tough, given he had taken the full brunt of the impact earlier, but you now suspected he wasn’t human either.

Akaashi came forward last, looking as placid and calm as ever, cold fingertips stroking down your cheek.

You shivered.

None of these men were human, if you had to hazard a guess. Staring up at them, you felt your heart drop.

“W-Where are ‘Toka and Goshiki?” you asked, and were proud that your voice barely cracked. Maybe if you reminded them people would be looking for you, they would back off, allowing you to escape.

Kuroo chuckled, flipping the zipper of your-- Semi’s-- jacket up in what would have been a cute manner under different circumstances. “Keiji here sent them looking for the others in the funhouse, but they’ll never find the doorway down here. Tendo was right, there are lots of hidden doors in this place.”

“What are you? What are you going to-- to d-do to me?” you asked quickly, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as he started to tug the zipper down. You were stalling at best, your heart thumping harshly in your chest. If there was any chance of escape, you couldn’t figure it out. You had no idea where this door was and you had the impression you wouldn’t be able to outrun them anyway.

“I don’t suppose it would hurt to tell you,” he answered, taking a step closer. You tried to shrink away, huddling down into Semi’s oversized jacket, but it only seemed to entice them. “I am a yokai, I assume you know what that is? Akaashi is your run of the mill demon.”

If that offended Akaashi, he didn’t show it, simply widening his smile and blinking slowly. His once serene blue eyes turned pitch black and when he blinked again, they were normal.

“I’m just a werewolf,” Semi said, breathing against your ear. His hands slid down, catching the zipper of his jacket between his fingers and drawing the zipper down slowly.

“W-Wait, please,” you tried, grabbing and tugging at his wrist to no avail. He was far stronger, and you were like a fly in comparison. “Please, can we just go?”

Kuroo cupped your cheek, a moderate temperature compared to the other two, and his smile seemed to soften a fraction. “No, kitten. Keiji and I have been waiting for this for far too long. The wolf probably just likes how you smell.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but the deep, pointed inhale Semi took against your neck seemed to verify the statement. The jacket fell to the floor with barely a whisper and then your phone was placed face up on a table, beside the men’s, and the combined light filled the room. 

It felt like you couldn’t get enough air as warm hands skimmed down your stomach, stretching the soft fabric of your t-shirt out, before settling on your hips. Lips met your neck, tentative at first, trailing up to your jaw, causing you to shiver.

The heat radiating off of Semi and Kuroo was getting to you, Semi’s soft lips flitting over pleasure spots causing your back to arch. You didn’t want to like it, but when Kuroo’s hands slipped up your shirt and over your ribs, your muscles tensed in unwanted arousal. Your nipples were already peaking inside your bra, the hairs on the back of your neck raising at the first graze of teeth on your skin.

“W-Wa-ait--” you breathed and, for a moment, you thought they really would stop because they both paused.

It was over in a moment, a soft kiss pressed to your other cheek as Kuroo pushed your bra up over your tits. His hands were soft as they cupped the tender flesh, giving gentle squeezes that went straight to your core, as much as you protested. “Not gonna happen, kitten. May as well enjoy it. We’ll take good care of you.”

A new sensation joined the heat surrounding you then, Kuroo moving to the side to allow Akaashi to join in. His hands were cold compared to the other two, one on your side and one cupping your unoccupied breast. The difference was enough to make you gasp, back arching on its own into their touch, and they at least had the decency not to snicker.

“You really do smell good, princess,” Semi whispered in your ear, nipping the lobe. “I can smell everything, even how wet you’re getting for us.”

Craning your neck away from him only opened you up to another smattering of kisses and you hated that he was right. They were getting to you, their gentle touches on your body doing everything right, like they had been your lovers for years rather than men you just met today. It made it harder to think than it already was, mind still racing in a futile effort to formulate some way to escape, but even you could recognize your body giving up.

Your shirt came up and over your head, disappearing somewhere outside of your vision. There was a collective intake from the men in front of you, and Semi groaned over your shoulder.

“I knew you would be so pretty, kitten,” Kuroo cooed, palming one tit again. He relished in the way you twitched when he pinched your nipple, then he cupped both, bouncing and watching them jiggle. “Been watching you all day, we couldn’t wait to get our hands on you.”

Akaashi was the first to lean over, wrapping cool lips around one pert bud, and Kuroo stepped back to watch your teeth sink into your lip to stifle any noises.

“Feel good, princess?” Semi asked, and chuckled when you shook your head. “It will soon, then. We won’t hurt you. Just wanna make you feel good.”

The worst part was, you were beginning to enjoy it. It was so tempting to cave, to just let them have their way with you. They were gentle, surprisingly so, and it was knocking down whatever resistance you had left at an alarming rate.

Semi’s hands were almost scalding against your sides, squeezing and kneading as he suckled at your neck, feeling you whine in your throat. “There you go. Just let go.”

The clasp of your bra came loose, and you weren’t even sure who had done it, before it was slid down your arms and dumped, presumably with your shirt.

There were two sets of lips attached to each nipple, your nails digging into your palms to keep from tangling your fingers in someone’s hair but you were losing the will to fight. Your panties were embarrassingly wet, no matter how much your mind insisted you didn’t like it, and you broke your silence when cold fingers drifted down to undo the button of your jeans.

“No please,” you begged, wiggling your hips in your first real display of resistance. Hands clamped down to still them in an iron grip, and a hand clasped your jaw, forcing you to look Kuroo in the eyes.

“What wrong, kitten? You’ve been so good up til now,” he said, stroking your lower lip with his thumb. There were imprints of your teeth in the skin, and he ached to kiss you, but it would have to wait.

“I-I don’t w-want--” you stuttered, tears burning the corners of your eyes as your zipper was pulled down.

Semi interrupted you then, tilting your head just so that he could kiss the corner of your mouth, smirking. “She’s embarrassed because of how wet she is.” Dropping his voice to barely a whisper, he said, “I can smell you, princess. You want this, don’t deny it.”

Shaking your head feebly, you whined when Semi pressed his lips to your cheek, dangerously close to your lips again. It was enough to distract you from your jeans sliding down your legs, until they pooled at your ankles and Akaashi had to tug your shoes off. Your jeans hit the floor shortly afterwards, the air startlingly cool against your now bare skin only to be covered with warmth as the men caged you in again.

It started with two fleeting touches to your inner thighs, which you tried to stop by squeezing them together only for them to pried apart in an instant. Semi took the opportunity to lay another languid kiss to the corner of your mouth, tongue flicking out against your lips.

For a moment, you turned into it only to jerk away, looking in the opposite direction. You knew what they were trying to do and you wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of hearing you beg for something you didn’t want. You wondered briefly where the others were and why you could hear nothing from above, until warm hands cupped your tits again.

You bit down on your lip again when Semi circled your nipples with his thumbs, massaging your breasts as he rolled them between his fingers. It was hard to keep quiet when it felt so good, especially when Kuroo and Akaashi were teasing your inner thighs, so close your aching cunt.

Your hips rocked of their own accord, your mind too preoccupied with the warm touches on your tender nipples and stifling your noises, but all three of your attackers smirked.

“Ask, pretty girl,” Akaashi said, speaking for the first time. 

His voice combined with his fleeting, cold touch against the soaked lips of your cunt caused a gasp to break free, hips rolling up in a jerky manner against your will. Your ears burned when they laughed and your teeth sank into your lip again. It was driving you insane, they were so close but you refused to beg for it.

“Aw, did we upset you, kitten?” Kuroo cooed, placing a wet kiss against your hip. “We’re sorry. You’re just so cute we can’t help it. Come on, ask us. Ask us to touch this pretty little pussy and we’ll make it up to you.”

Another swipe across your clit timed with a tug on your nipples broke the seal a second time.

“S-Semi--”

“There she goes,” Semi whispered, tilting your head around to look at him. Tears were spilling down your cheeks as you looked up at him with wide, resigned eyes. His eyes dropped to your parted lips for a moment and you swallowed, blinking the tears away, but didn’t struggle.

The first kiss was tentative, tongue ghosting between your parted lips to test you for a reaction. You only whined into the kiss, leaning in and he delved into your mouth, tongue lapping at yours as he tasted you.

When he pulled away, you hiccupped, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you closed your eyes.

“Please, just touch me. Fuck me, do whatever. I can’t--” you whispered, thighs aching from how tense you had been for god knew how long. It was too much to hold out, not when you were so wet and aching for it anyway. They knew what they were doing, their gentle teasing and buildup working to break down any fight you had and it had worked flawlessly. 

You melted into Semi as Kuroo lifted one leg over his shoulder. Akaashi left a trail of cool kisses down your inner thigh while Kuroo kissed up the opposite one. You didn’t know whether to tremble or whine, so you did both when his nose bumped your clit, and they chuckled again.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, pretty girl?” Akaashi asked, and you might have mistook it for affection in another situation. “Just relax.”

As if you had a choice. Hot breathe puffed across your folds, teasing just a little more until you were practically dripping on his lips. Only then did his tongue swipe across your clit, your hips jerking harshly. His hot tongue was replaced with a cold one, the two of them taking turns lapping at your clit at such a languid pace that it was more torturous than not being touched at all.

“Fuck, please, stop teasing,” you cried, voice cracking as your back arched. You were desperate at this point, willing to beg or do whatever they wanted. You weren’t getting out of it without doing so anyway, so you might as well enjoy it. “Kuroo, Akaashi, please.”

A sharp pinch to your nipples made you squeal just before Semi devoured your mouth. You could feel the aggravation in the kiss, the way his teeth clacked against yours and his tongue pressed against yours. You made muffled noises against him, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair.

At the same time, Kuroo latched onto your clit properly, and your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head as you rocked your hips against his feverish suckling. The noises he was making filled the quiet space, grunts and would-be moans that terminated against your clit as he worked to make you cum.

Your head was starting to spin from lack of oxygen and intense pleasure. Kuroo wasn’t giving you an inch and your slick hole fluttered around nothing, until something swirled around your entrance before slipping in.

You forgot about the kiss, Semi’s lips hovering against yours as you came with a cry around cold fingers. The temperature difference between Akaashi’s fingers and Kuroo’s lips was mind numbing, your eyelids flickering, trying to stay open before giving in. You didn’t bother to be quiet, letting your moans bounce off the walls. Maybe it would draw the others to you, and you could still get out of this.

Instead of withdrawing his fingers, Akaashi slipped another one in beside the first, kitten licking your still sensitive clit and listening to you whine for him to “Stop, please, too much.” He only smirked, continuing to lap until you relaxed, though the stream of noises never stopped.

There was a moment of hesitation as Kuroo stood, cocking his head in Semi’s direction. With your attention on your throbbing clit and Akaashi’s almost icy touch, you missed the way Semi beckoned to him. Their lips met briefly, allowing Semi to get a taste of you on his lips before Semi dragged him into a deeper one, tongues meeting in a heated tangle. Both men were hard, Semi grinding his clothed erection against the cheek of your ass, the chafing fabric unnoticed against your soft skin.

You squirmed against him when Akaashi crooked his fingers just right inside you, grazing over the swollen sweet spot inside you again and again until you were on the verge of another orgasm. It seemed like no matter how long his fingers stayed inside you, they never heated up. You weren’t even sure if the cold of his tongue flicking over your clit was pleasurable or not but it was such constant pressure that you hurtled towards your second orgasm. Kuroo was quick to stifle it, delving into your mouth for you to taste what remained of you on his tongue.

You came with a cry, convulsing around Akaashi’s fingers for a second time so hard you became light headed. He continued to pet that spot inside you until you were squirming to get away, tugging roughly at his hair.

Your legs shook when he let you down, only Semi’s strong grip keeping you upright. The sound of belt buckles clanging brought you down quickly, and trepidation set your heart racing again. There was no stopping it, but you found yourself trying to back up anyway. 

“Ah,” Kuroo tutted, taking you from Semi’s arm and kissing the crown of your head like he was comforting you. “Don’t start that. We aren’t going to hurt you, kitten.”

No, they certainly hadn’t yet, and you had no choice but to trust his words. Something hard pressed against your ass, hotter even than the rest of Semi. You instinctively jerked away, pressing into Kuroo only to feel something slip between your thighs.

“Excited, aren’t we?” Kuroo drawled, and you could feel the condescension dripping off of him. Semi pressed to your back again, shielding you from the cold, while Kuroo asked, “How are we gonna take her? Semi, you kinda threw a wrench in things, can’t lie.”

Semi shrugged against your back, letting his cock settle between your thighs. You whined, jerking your hips instinctively away from the heat against your folds, but it only served to make him grind into you.

“I want this sweet cunt,” Semi snarled, cupping your jaw in a tight grip and tilting your head away, baring your throat to him. He licked a stripe from your shoulder to just beneath your ear before kissing the soft skin, and you shivered at the possessiveness in his tone.

“Alright, wolfboy smells a mate,” Kuroo said, rolling his eyes. “Akaashi?”

The last of the trio stepped forward again, skimming his fingers down your cheek before leaning in to steal a kiss. “I’m okay with whatever you want, Kuroo. Just wanna feel her around me.”

There was something dark in his eyes that belied his passive words. He was deferring to Kuroo to get things moving, you were almost sure. Like the rest of him, his cock was cool against your thigh, more like a glass dildo you kept at home than a cock attached to a man.

“That makes things easy then,” Kuroo said, clapping his hands and giving you that mischievous smile. If you didn’t know any better-- you didn’t-- you would say his teeth were a little sharper, the canines more pronounced than before. His eyes certainly hadn’t changed, maintaining that almost glowing golden color this whole time. “Semi, lay on the couch. Keiji, you can take her from behind. I want her mouth.”

He sounded like he was giving out instructions to his employees rather than fucking a very reluctant person, but the other two followed his instructions without question. It was an odd sensation, to be talked about as if you weren’t there, as if you had no say over what was happening to you.

Not that you did.

It wasn’t until you were straddling Semi that you realized something. In addition to being hotter than average, he was larger than average, peeking out from between your folds to drip precum just below his bellybutton. The way your stomach swooped made you nauseous and tears fell down your cheeks all over again.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he asked, wiping them away as best he could. You wouldn’t be fooled by the concern in his tone; he wouldn’t stop anyway.

You turned your face away only to jump when a finger slipped your cunt, cool to the touch, followed by a second, only to be removed a second later. They moved instead to your slick rear entrance, circling and massaging until it gave way, eased by your previous orgasms. You fell forward, bracing yourself over Semi, who held your rocking hips still. Two fingers filled you, the stretch no more than a sting but it was uncomfortable nonetheless when you didn’t want it.

Akaashi’s other hand came down, long fingers wrapping around your throat just beneath your chin, pulling you back up to your knees. “Good girl,” he whispered in your ear before forcing your head around so he could capture your lips.

They parted naturally when his tongue glided across them, allowing him access without thought. You couldn’t place his taste; it was like he’d just eaten ice before kissing you, and you moaned into it.

Kuroo, who until then had been content to watch, groaned and stood from the dilapidated chair he had been lounging in. One hand wrapped around your wrist, moving your hand to wrap around his aching cock, desperate for some kind of relief. Your palm was soft against him, and he spit on it twice for good measure before allowing you to curl your fingers around him again. They did so automatically, squeezing tight and he hissed through gritted teeth, slit pupils narrowing further as he watched Akaashi’s tongue delve into your mouth like he wanted his cock to.

All the while, Semi was forcing you to slide along his shaft, slow, calculated moves designed to drag your clit back and forth against him. He could feel you trembling above him, your hands curled into fists against his chest, hips moving with his hands. You dripped down his cock, covering him in your slick and he almost growled at the heady scent. Unlike the other two, he could smell how bad you wanted it and it was driving him wild.

“Akaashi, hurry up,” he snapped, digging his nails into your soft hips hard enough to leave marks if he wasn’t careful.

Akaashi hummed in disapproval, pulling from your mouth to stare impassively at the werewolf. “I don’t want to hurt her, Semi.”

Yet, he withdrew his fingers and you whined at the loss.

“Finally,” Semi hissed, helping Akaashi lift you up so he could slick his cock up against your cunt before settling against your rear hole. “You go first.”

Your toes curled tight enough to cramp as Akaashi gave you a warning nudge before splitting you open. Your jaw dropped, eyes widening as you stared up into the cobwebbed ceiling, waiting for him to bottom out. Thighs trembling in Semi’s hold, you fell back against Akaashi’s chest as his hips met your ass.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl,” he whispered, leaving cool kisses along your shoulder and neck. Goosebumps were raising up your arms and back, and he would have felt bad if you weren’t squeezing around his cock so tight while Semi positioned himself at your dripping hole.

You couldn’t decide if you really wanted two cocks, weren’t sure if you could even take two, but Semi was stretching you so wide you were crying out broken babbles none of them could make out as he seated you flush against his hips. You twitched above him, fluttered around him, squeezed rhythmically while you tried weakly to get away.

The sensation of fullness was one you had never experienced before. Even just Semi’s cock was more than you had ever taken, let alone Akaashi’s cock in your inexperienced asshole. You blinked rapidly, unable to decide if you liked it or not before a hand wound in your hair and you were pulled down. 

Kuroo’s cock bobbed in your face and your jaw dropped automatically, allowing him to smear precum around your lips. He was more salty than bitter as he slipped into your mouth, stuffing himself as far as he could before you started gagging. Pulling back, he gave you a small reprieve to gasp for air before filling your mouth again. There was no fighting his thrusts, you had to force your throat to relax or choke. A mix of drool and tears spilled down your chin as a thick vein dragged against your tongue, dripping off to the floor. In the back of your foggy mind you were disgusted.

When they felt you relax around Kuroo’s cock, his hips moving in a steady rhythm to fuck your throat, Akaashi and Semi moved. 

You spasmed around Kuroo when Semi lifted you up and dropped you back down, your hips meeting with a wet slap, his cock stifling your scream. Akaashi pulled out then, a little more careful as he stuffed himself back in, but the constant push and pull of their hips soon spread fire through your body. Kuroo was heavy on your tongue, Semi and Akaashi bumping and grinding against each other through the thin wall separating your cunt and ass, Semi’s curls stimulating your throbbing, sensitive clit.

You couldn’t fathom how you were careening towards a third orgasm, but Semi’s cock was so thick he couldn’t help but drag along the swollen, gummy sweet spot inside you. Akaashi’s low, pleasured moans in your ear gave you a vague sense of pride. These gorgeous men wanted you, were moaning for you. 

It was enough to make you forget this wasn’t right.

Kuroo thought you were moaning, your throat vibrating around his cock as he facefucked you with abandon. The tight sleeve of your throat only grew tighter when Akaashi’s hand slipped between your legs to pet your clit and Kuroo grunted.

“Keep that up, kitten, and you’re gonna make me cum,” he said, holding your nose down in his curls for a few seconds just to feel you spasm around him.

Semi and Akaashi felt the benefits of it, both your holes clenching around them as you gagged. Semi took the opportunity to grind deep inside you, rolling his hips up so that he pushed against your cervix.

Your thighs trembled around him, a squeal stifled around Kuroo’s cock as you came hard, jerking in Semi’s hold. He snarled, bouncing you on his cock with abandon as Akaashi slammed into you, spreading your clenching hole without care as he moaned.

Kuroo grunted, pumping into your mouth a few more times before pressing your nose into his pelvis and cumming, his lips parted in an ‘o’ and his head tipping back. You had no choice but to swallow until he pulled out and spilled the remnant all over your face, smirking as it mixed with your tears and drool to drip off your chin.

Semi’s back arched off the couch, strong hands pulling you down to sit flush with his hips as he spilled inside you. Your eyes grew wide at the intense heat filling your womb, the warmth rushing up through you at the same time Akaashi came in your ass. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as his cum offset the heat of Semi’s, and your vision swam for a moment from overstimulation.

Semi caught you as you collapsed forward, cradling you to his chest regardless of the mess, petting your hair. 

Akaashi slipped out of you, sharing a small smirk with Kuroo as he sought out your clothes.

“Give me my shirt,” Semi said, catching it from the air when Akaashi threw it. He forced you to sit up, watching you sway with a twisted sense of pride, and wiped the mess from your face. Akaashi and Kuroo took you from there, helping you to dress while you leaned against them, unable to keep from snickering at the state they’d left you in.

“Can you walk, kitten?” Kuroo asked, setting his hands on your shoulders. “Or do you need someone to carry you?”

“I-I can w-walk,” you stuttered, throat raspy. You frowned and grabbed it, swallowing with a wince.

“Good girl,” Kuroo said, dropping a kiss on your lips and smirked when you leaned after him as he pulled away. “We don’t need to worry about you telling anyone, do we?”

Shaking your head, you allowed Semi to wrap an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close to bathe in his warmth as Kuroo led the way up the hidden stairs a little ways down the hall they had been blocking earlier. At the top of the stairs, you could hear voices calling your names and perked up, trying to follow the echoes in the darkness.

“This way,” Kuroo said, leading the way though there wasn’t a speck of light in sight. Your own phone was tucked safely in the pocket of Semi’s jacket, which he had taken back. “Keiji, give me your phone. Appearances.”

Right, couldn’t let the humans know.

Everyone crowded around you, throwing questions all at once, until Shirabu lost his temper. He insisted on looking you and Semi over, just to determine for sure nothing was the matter. 

He seemed a little concerned by how out of it you were, and asked if you hit your head.

Three sets of eyes landed on you, all carrying a different weight as they waited for you to speak.

“Just tired, Shirabu,” you murmured, hiding your face in Semi’s side. “It took ages for them to find us. Can we go home now?”

The tension eased, though you kept your face hidden, allowing him to guide you blindly down the hallway.

It was even colder outside than earlier, and Kuroo took over the spot on your other side, gently shooing Yachi towards the other. She had insisted on keeping you company, watching you with wide, worried eyes while Akaashi and Kuroo whispered together behind her.

Even now, she watched the way the three men hovered around you with curious concern. They treated you like a precious object-- or a possession that needed to be protected.

You nodded in response to something Kuroo said, trying-- if possible-- to curl even closer into Semi. Akaashi hovered in the background, pretty face as impassive as ever until he caught Yachi looking at him.

His lips curled up in a smile, his face softening ever so slightly, and she relaxed. Whatever had happened to you down there, it seemed to spark something in the three men.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t have been that bad.

[ouralcohol]

In Your Eyes Ch. 1 - At the café

pairing: tasm!peter parker x og character

tags: filler, angsty things, some minuscule fluff (if you squint your eyeballs), mentions of dementia, so if you aren't comfortable with any of these don't read.

summary: Maite was working on a typical day of the week when she finally comes face to face with Peter Parker

Author's note: again didn't edit as much, but I have a lot of muse so here is chapter 1. let me know what you think. both characters are of age, so far is PG, will probs go up to pg 13 maybe R, depending on language idk yet.. just go with it xD

Maite had a scholarship to Empire State University. She had worked her ass off to get in there. There was no way that she was going to jeopardize her future because of one class. Unfortunately, something had come up the day that she was supposed to meet Peter, so she didn't end up going. Peter noticed as well.

"You didn't show," Peter told her while they were leaving the lecture hall.

Maite averted her eyes from him and began to walk out of the building, "Yeah. I know. I had. Stuff." There was a tone of apprehension. She wasn't lying. He had chosen a time that didn't work for her.

"Stuff?" He asked.

"Yeah you know, things. Obligations. Sometimes things interfere with what you want or need to do.. you know?" She queried him.

Boy did he know. He knew better than anyone.

"Yeah, I know what you mean.." He trailed off.

Maite didn't mean to not go. She was about to set foot in the building, but then she got a text message from her mother telling her that it was getting bad again. That she needed Maite's help. Maite being Maite dropped everything that she was doing and went to her rescue. That's the kind of person that she was though. She always wanted to help others. When it came to her family, well she was a thousand times protective. So you could imagine how she felt whenever she received that text message. Peter would have to wait. The brunette could have easily gone inside the building and explained it to him, but she didn't. People shouldn't have expectations; it only led to disappointment.

She turned to look at him, "Surprised you don't have your earbuds in." Maite didn't mean to blurt it out. It just happened.

There was a smile tugging at his lips while taking a stride with her.

"Listen. I'm sorry about not showing up. Are you still willing to help me? I can't manage to fail this class..." Maite said while peering over at him beneath her eyelashes.

"See that's the problem right there. You probably already know all of this material anyway, you're just too stressed. You're too tense, Maite." The pronunciation of her name caught her off guard. Peter had said it with very good enunciation. He knew her name?

"You know my name?" Her surprise was audible in her tone which almost caused her to do a double-take. Almost.

Peter stopped walking as he reached out for her wrist causing her to turn around and look at him, " I don't know if you've noticed but we've shared the past four classes. There aren't that many survivors in the Biochemistry major... plus you work at my hangout spot with my friends."

What?

For someone as smart as she was, she was dense sometimes, "I mean. I guess? I thought people just, you know, chose not to take certain classes because of the professors." She replied, brown eyes looking up at his own. Were they always that big and doe-eyed?

"Wrong. People come to realize they can't handle it." Peter shot back with a low sigh.

Never mind the fact that he was still holding her wrist. The skin-to-skin contact sent electricity up her arm. Maite could feel it from the tips of her toes to the hair at the back of her neck. Peter looked down at her face trying to decipher what was going on in that head of hers. How had she not noticed that they shared multiple classes? "Yes. I'll help you." He said in the end.

A soft smile crept up to her face at his final answer. "So do you just have everything memorized since you don't take any notes or anything?" Her hand went to her side, already missing the contact with him, but not wanting to showcase anything by it.

"Maybe I'm just really smart. Like really smart." There was that smugness again.

"Oh. Whatever." She said while letting out a laugh. "When do you want to get together again?" Maite inquired.

"How about you tell me when and I'll see if I can squeeze it in," Peter said politely.

"I can't go to the library. What about at the café? I usually work the afternoon shift, but afterward, it's kind of quiet. You know." Maite said casually. Then she had an idea. The young woman took out her cellphone and handed it to Peter, "This is probably easiest."

He grabbed the phone from her. Maite couldn't help but notice that he was tall. Taller than her by a couple of inches at least. He quickly typed in his phone number and handed it back to Maite. "I'll call you. save it." She pressed the call on her end. After a couple of rings, she hung up.

Maite started walking again, "Tomorrow at the Coffee Bean after I get off work." She told him and he nodded. Peter waved at her as he turned to walk the other way, "See you then."

Hopefully, she won't have any sudden obligations after work.

The truth of the matter was that she didn't have time for anything. She didn't have time for friends, she didn't have time for extracurricular activities, she didn't have time to even breathe. Not with everything that she had going on in school and at home. Maite's schedule was tight, but maybe adding in a tutoring session wouldn't be so horrible.

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The leaves were turning brown signaling the start of fall weather. It was one of her favorite seasons here in New York. Fall was always nice to see around her neighborhood since it was littered with trees. The color of the leaves made the atmosphere feel cozy. Maite was a sucker for cardigans and cold weather. It only reminded her of warm hugs and fireplaces.

"I'm going to be late tonight." She announced towards her mother while she grabbed her backpack. Maite had managed to have one class today and the rest of the day was free. This meant that she was able to go home before her shift at the Coffee Bean began. She always went back to make sure that her mother was doing okay with her dad. They didn't have the necessary means for Maite to be able to live in the dorms or have an apartment. However, the young woman didn't mind as she enjoyed living at home. Her parents didn't pry. She was always there to help them in any way that she could.

Things with her dad were a bit.. complicated.

"Okay. Just be careful." Her mother told her with a solemn expression on her face.

This was the way it always went through. Her mother had a look on her face that screamed at Maite to stay. She could not handle being at home alone with her father. Her father was going on a downward spiral. He had dementia. Today was a good day for him. Some days were harder than others of course, but Maite and her mother were doing their best. It took a toll on her poor mother, and Maite tried to be strong for everybody. That's why she wanted to be a Biochemistry major. She was a junior in all senior classes.. she was highly intelligent. This led her to believe that she was going to be able to provide for her parents once she graduated.

"Don't worry. If you need anything you know you can call. Dad will just go to sleep for the night. It was a good day today." Maite softly told her mother while giving her a peck on the cheek.

"I sure hope you're right. I don't need him waking up in the middle of the night screaming again.." Her mother retorted.

The college student let out a slow sigh. Sometimes it was hard to be positive when all her mother did was give back remarks. Maite gave her mother a soft smile while walking out the door. Her brown eyes looked at the ground while walking towards her destination on the subway system. It was the easiest and fastest form of traveling for her.

Once Maite arrived at the coffee shop, she put on her apron and tied her hair back in a low ponytail. The place seemed dead for a Wednesday. "We haven't had any customers today.. kinda glad since yesterday was packed," Chloe mentioned to Maite.

The college student nodded, smiling at her co-worker. Chloe was someone that Maite considered a friend even if they just worked together. Chloe knew all about Maite's busy schedule, so she never attempted to hang out with the brunette outside of work. She was a little older than Maite, probably in her mid-twenties. She was an aspiring artist, so the coffee shop job was a side gig until she was able to land on her feet with her paintings.

One, two, three, four, five hours passed by at the pace of a snail. It was nice that there had been decent music playing. Now, Maite could only focus on the fact that Peter was going to walk through the door at any moment. Her shift was almost over and she had texted him what time that was at. One of her other co-workers, Tom, popped his head up from under the shelves that he was cleaning, "Spider-Man's been sighted near here! Oh, Chloe can we go see if he's here? Pretty please?!" He shouted with excitement towards their manager.

"Spider-Man here? Hell yeah! You coming, Maite?" She queried towards the brunette.

Spider-Man was someone that she had always admired. He was always trying to stop the bad guys. People just misunderstood his intentions sometimes, "Na, you guys go ahead, I gotta finish cleaning up here.." Maite stated while shrugging her shoulders. When would she ever get a chance to see the Spider again? Probably never.

Upon her saying that everyone from the shop scrambled to go outside leaving her alone. Her eyes looked over at everyone outside, everyone had their phone out to catch a glimpse of the masked superhero. They were all looking up at the sky towards the buildings. Maite shook her head and smiled to herself. He had a lot of fans and it amused her.

The ding to the door could be heard, "Just missed him. Did you see how fast he was swinging?" One customer said and Maite could not help but overhear. "We saw him go around and away to the other buildings. That counts for something." The customer's friend said slapping him on the shoulder.

The customers that had walked back inside went back to their respective places. Maite was continuing to clean the shelves when another ding could be heard again. Probably customers leaving. "Once you're done cleaning that, you can finish for the day, Maite," Chloe mentioned towards her. Maite nodded towards the general manager. "But you know you're closing up. it's only like thirty minutes left anyway. You're okay with that right?" Maite nodded again, Chloe gave her the keys to the coffee shop.

Once the shelves were spotless, she stood up and wiped her hands on her apron. She scanned the area and noticed that Peter was standing behind the counter. His hair was sticking to his forehead, a lot more disheveled than usual. Maite noted that he was breathing a little heavier than normal. Did he run here or something? "Afraid you weren't going to get here on time?" She asked him. Maite stifled a laugh.

The blush that crept on his cheeks did not go unnoticed, but Maite made no mention of it.

"Something like that," Peter responded with a soft smile.

"Your usual order?" She asked.

"No coffee, just the muffin."

Maite got what he requested, "It's on the house. Also, I get off in about thirty minutes."

"Cool, I'll just go sit at my regular spot." He announced, grabbing the muffin in one hand and his skateboard in the other.

This was more how she pictured him being. Alone with his thoughts. Maite had never seen him with a group of friends before, not that he looked out of place, just that it was different. She couldn't put her finger on it. It's not that he was awkward.. okay, maybe a little bit, it was something else.

Maite adverted her eyes as Tom began to take his apron off, Chloe had left already leaving both of them to man the counter. "Do you think he'll swing by here again? If ever maybe?"

"I don't know, Tom. Why don't we put out a sign that offers Spider-Man the world's best coffee and see if he'll fall for it." Maite let out a giggle.

"Hey, that's not a bad idea... oh. What's Parker doing here?" He raised an eyebrow towards Maite.

"Is that his last name? He's helping me study... You know I can't manage to fail this stupid class." The brunette responded. At this sudden revelation, Maite couldn't help but be the one blushing now. "It's nothing...how could it be something when I just found out his name like three days ago?" She said defensively.

Sometimes she had a knack for putting her foot in her mouth. This was one of those sometimes.

"I didn't ask. He's always hanging out with Harry. Harry is trouble." Tom said.

Maite only shrugged her shoulders. "You know I mostly keep to myself. I'll be okay." She was trying to convince herself more than her friend.

"Well. Have fun.. or not. I don't care. See you in two days." Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

Tom turned the knob on the door and waved goodbye. Maite walked behind him to lock the door and turn the sign around to signal that the coffee shop was now closed. She walked back behind the counter, took off her apron, and placed it on the hook next to the door that was the manager's office.

Maite then turned off the soft music that had been playing throughout the day, grabbed her backpack, and went to sit in front of Peter Parker. He had been looking through his camera while having that one single earbud in his ear once again.

"Spider-Man was seen around here?" He asked while still looking at his camera. He was fiddling with something.

"So they say. They said that he swung around for a couple of minutes." Maite stated while taking her book out.

"You didn't go out there?" He looked over at Maite.

"No, I had to finish cleaning."

"Not a big fan of Spider-Man?"

"I'm a fan. He always seems to be doing some type of good.." Maite shrugged her shoulders, "Probably missed my chance to see him, though. I'm sure he's quite busy keeping the streets free of crime." She waved it off as if nothing.

Well. She didn't want to be disappointed in the end, it was better off that way.

Maite looked at him, "What about you? Are you a fan of Spider-Man?" She asked him genuinely interested.

"He seems pretty okay. I know him."

Maite's face looked stunned, "You know Spider-Man? What other skeletons do you have in your closet, Peter?"

Peter averted his eyes from her with a silly smile plastered on his face. "More than you'd have I'm sure, but let's not get into that. Now. Biochemistry."

Maite groaned, running her hands all over her face, "I hate this class."

They had a test coming up in about a week. The hands-on in the lab she could do like the back of her hand; it was the lecture portion that was killing her buzz, all that memorization that they had to do. She had run out of helpful acronyms that she could use.

"Okay, but the class doesn't hate you, plus you have me as a study partner now."

"No. You don't understand. It's a little hopeless. I'm going to fail."

"You just need to stop getting anxious about it. You passed all the other classes, didn't you? Why is this one the one that's getting you sidetracked?"

"If I fail this course then I lose the scholarship.. and that.. just can't happen. It's stress added."

"I'm on a scholarship too, so I understand, but you shouldn't let money get in the way of brilliance."

"You think I'm brilliant?" Maite's mouth was agape.

"I mean you're a junior in senior classes.. some would say a genius, but you know, that's going a little overboard." Peter gave her a cheesy smile.

"Jerk." Maite scoffed.

Her stomach fluttered at the sudden compliment from him, "So I know you've probably passed everything.. but how do you not freak out during exams?"

His eyebrows raised at the question while rubbing his hand under his chin, "I look at it as a game. The paper can't beat me.. they're just questions about science.. Nothing different about any other test."

Maite looked at his face. "I didn't know that you had friends. You're always by yourself." She pointed out, her tone much softer than before.

"Harry's my roommate.. he's my best friend actually. One of them." Peter shrugged, still not taking his eyes off Maite. Peter did not mention the girl that was here the other day. Her big brown eyes bored into his wondering what else she should say... her brain was getting hazy from this stare-down.

"Remind me again why you decided to help me?" She felt shy while her cheeks flushed all of a sudden. Maite looked down at her book while placing her teeth on top of her bottom lip, giving it a little nip. "That was stupid, don't answer that." She said.

"I told you. You look like you just needed help... everyone needs help sometimes." Peter said in a much softer tone.

Her eyes looked up at him and no longer was she looking at a man with a complacent expression, but rather someone who seemed very kind. He ran his hand through his hair while finally breaking eye contact. Maite wondered what he was thinking since his features had lessened.. his jaw was very defined. Peter Parker had very nice features. With the way that his jaw was so chiseled and the apples of his cheekbones were just right on him, to the contours of his nose.. she needed to look away, but it was hard. Maite cleared her throat.

"Well. Thank you. I appreciate it." The brunette concluded.

"We haven't even studied yet. How do you know I'm going to be a good teacher?" He asked now looking at her again.

"You're really smart? Smarter than me... and I'm pretty brilliant apparently." She shot back his words at her. "You think Spider-Man gets help?"

She posed the question not expecting an answer, "He's more of a solo guy if I remember." Peter answered.

"Didn't you just say that everyone needs help sometimes? Don't you think he would appreciate it? That just sounds so lonely. I can't imagine what it would be like to be him." A sigh escaped her lips thinking about what Spider-Man must be going through in some scenario.

"He's a lone wolf. He doesn't mind." Peter said.

There was an expression on his face that Maite could not put into words.. it was.. it was something, "Still.. everyone gets lonely. I hope whoever he is is surrounded by at least someone who loves him dearly. I can't imagine on a bad day."

"We should really get to studying now." Peter Parker stated closing the subject.

There was a finality to his tone that made her wonder exactly how close Peter was with Spider-Man. She didn't press it as her fingers opened the Biochemistry book that was in front of her.

This class was going to be the death of her, but maybe, just maybe with the help of Peter Parker, she would be able to pass it.

a/n: let me know what you think! reblog if you want, i'll allow that. don't steal my work though!

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When The Sun Was Stolen prologue notes

An extensive notes detailing of WTSWS’s prologue by @aquarius-saint and me

First note - the origin of this fic

First long note is that WTSWS’ prologue is based on an old wip I found from somewhere in 2016-2018. That prologue involved original characters Tai and K who got kidnapped. Tai was the one who was stalked so Tai is the prototype to Seiya in WTSWS while K (a male upperclassman btw) got casted as badass Marin in WTSWS.

This old wip has a lot of the same stuff as the completed product but the writing is intensely better because by god, gaycalculator is such an amazing writer. They add so much details, the way they use words is so creative and they are actually the major writers of Marin’s section in this chapter. 

(Yes, this is the start of the notes where I can rant excitedly about my co-author, their writing is so good and I really like how it blends with mine because you can’t really tell where each of our writing sections end).

Second note - the school’s layout

gaycalculator actually found the layout of a school in Japan for us to do our layout of events. It’s somewhere in our messages while we reworked the prologue. somewhere. When we find it, we’ll put up somewhere.

But, originally, the layout was based on my high school since the old wip was made when I was in school. It went field > gym > classrooms because that’s how my school had it’s layout. When we got the layout of an actual school in Japan, we were able to go field > gym > gym canopy (since some gyms in Japan are a separate building rather than being in the same building like in the US) > classrooms. Really fun stuff to investigate!

Third note - text messages

A fun addition found in my og skeleton that gaycalculator liked since we could introduce the major pov characters of the rest of the fic. They are: Seika, Aiolos, Aiolia, Saori, Shun, and Hyoga. As for Gemini, well, that’s a secret for now, of course. And we will get the pov of Seiya’s mom and dad in the fic too. The major pov characters in the near future who is not present in any of the text messages are Shaina, June (our beloved) and Freya.

Fourth note - character relationships

To be established early on - Aiolos and Aiolia are Seiya’s half-brothers but they are Seika’s stepbrothers. Aiolos and Aiolia share the same mom and dad. Their dad (Sisyphus from Lost Canvas, sue us, he looks like their bio dad) married Seika’s mom (an original character, Seina Hoshino who’s art is available in gaycalculator’s sideblog I have tagged in this post) and they had Seiya. So there’s a blended family right there. This means that, in this fic, Seiya is half-Japanese, half-Greek.   

Seiya is dating Saori Kido because SaoSei has been a long time ship of ours. Seiya is best friends with Shun and June. June is dating Freya and Shun is dating Hyoga. 

Marin is Aiolia’s best friend and so she was helping out her best friend’s little brother. Her kindness got her tangled up in this mess. Marin is dating Shaina. She has a little brother too - Touma.

Fifth note - the stalker

God, what a creep but so fun to write to be so unhinged. From the get go - the stalker has already been chosen. We spent like 2-3 days deciding on who it was during our year long brainstorm so, trust us, if you get it right, we’re not going to change it our spite. 

I actually want to see how many people will figure out the stalker’s identity. 

There’s a reference to Meant to be Yours from the Heathers musical in some of the text messages the stalker gave. 

For writing inspiration with this stalker, we found a playlist and some unhinged characters from fiction all around. The stalker won’t be a major pov character.

Seiya’s had a rough time with this yandere. gaycalculator and I actually wrote the confrontation that kickstarts the events of this prologue as a good way to get into the headspace of Seiya and his stalker in the start of the main fic. It exists and we’re not revealing that whole scene until the reveal. Good luck, sleuths.

Us: we gave a hint on the identity. he’s a man/boy

Saint Seiya’s main cast being men: that doesn’t narrow it down

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I sincerely hope you enjoy because I loved writing this! I may sound annoying but it’s been so fun to write with gaycalculator. We’ve both enjoyed this experience. We have at least 8-9 chapters completed. For now, expect chapter 1 to drop this Friday! See you around!

-whims

[anxiousstark]

I Have a Dream | Mitch Rapp

Warnings: Rotting teeth fluff. Mentions of Katrina’s death, light mention of Mitch’s PTSD.

Word Count: 1216

All Rights Reserved. The author, me, don’t allow any type of copy or adaption.

BIG MASTERLIST  | MIATCHEMBER  | KO-FI

"Oh, it's not a problem. Please, let me help." Mitch's gaze followed your movements, as you helped set the table while Stan finished cooking one of his most famous dishes. As you neared the table to place the utensils, Mitch couldn't help but grin at you. You smiled back, getting closer to him while placing your hand on his shoulder to lean down and peck his lips.

As you went back to the kitchen to grab more things, Rapp decided to stand up, wandering to the same room to ask if there was something he could assist with. Stan gazed at him, nodding his head while you went back to the table.

Mitch Rapp noticed the look Stan and Irene shared. "Y/N, has anyone shown you around this house?" She rolled her eyes. "Or whatever this is." You couldn't help but laugh at her comment, shaking your head. Whirling around, you glanced at Mitch, who nodded his head.

As his eyes followed your figure until you disappeared from the room, Stan decided to speak while his hands were busy cutting some pieces of beacon. "Are you sure?" His eyes were focused on cutting the pieces without wounding himself. "Like, completely sure?"

"Yes," He didn't hesitate to reply, knowing what his mentor meant. "Never been more sure."

"It's gonna' be a huge change, you know." The oldest man decided to place the knife on top of the cutting board, turning around to peer at Mitch.

The first time Irene brought Mitch to him, he truly wanted to kick his ass. Mitch Rapp had an attitude, being too confident on himself, not being able to look out of the picture and overly trusting his abilities, which weren't sufficient. But that confident boy became a man who knew how to use not only his abilities but also his brain.

Stan was proud of Mitch Rapp to the point where he wanted the boy to have the happiness he deserved. And it seems like that harmony had a name, Y/N Y/L/N.

"You know, Mitch," Stan smirked, and before he could say anything more, Rapp was already chuckling, knowing that his mentor would say something stupid. "It starts like this, man." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Then, you have to put a ring on it. Next, they want a golden retriever, and then you see yourself waking up at 3 in the morning because your third daughter is screaming at the top of her lungs to be feed." He chuckled, shaking his head.

Mitch bit his lower lip, ignoring Stan while getting closer to his jacket, grabbing a black box and going back to the kitchen. He gave the object to Stan. The oldest man's eyebrows were furrowed as he grasped the box, somewhat opening it. Hurley's mouth was wide open.

The younger male coughed. "I was thinking of a labrador retriever. But to be honest, I love all kinds of dogs." He laughed as Stan didn't seem to know how to close his hanging mouth. "I bought this box a couple of months ago." He swallowed, biting the inside of his left cheek. "But I'm terrified to drop the question."

"Terrified?" The box was pushed against his chest. "I've never heard those words coming out of your mouth, Mitch Rapp." He observed the boy's bottom lip tremble. "The Mitch Rapp I know throws himself into the most dangerous situations because he KNOWS he has the skills to defend himself and the ones he fights for."

"It's not the same." He snickered. But his expression became sour. "I'm terrified that as soon as I place that ring on her finger, something or someone will take her from me." He noticed the fixed gaze of Stan on him. "And yeah, I will always have what happened to Katrina in my mind. I loved her, and she meant so much to me." He paused to take a breath. "I pushed Y/N away so many times because I thought I had to be lonely all my life. I felt like I was cheating on Katrina."

"But what." Stan encouraged him to continue.

"But Y/N was there for me. She never made me forget Katrina, telling me she was important to me and that she understood that I was keeping a picture of her in my wallet." He sighed. "She never pushed me to get over Katrina, and when I wanted to look back, I noticed that I was falling in love with Y/N. And I wanted things I never did." His hand went to his hair, tugging on it tenderly. "I wanted to marry Katrina, but I didn't have more plans from there onwards. But what you just said about the house, and a dog, and a weeping baby that I will love with all my heart. I want that, and I want that only with Y/N."

Stan nodded his head, placing his hand on his shoulder. "Not going to lie, Rapp." He squeezed him. "I was mad about losing such a great agent. But I was hoping a day would come where you had something to live for. You were living for revenge and hate. Now, you have someone to live for." He heard footsteps coming closer. "You are going to get out of this dangerous world because you desire to be with her." He smiled at him, noticing how the boy sniffed, trying to hide his tears. "And I hope that baby comes here every day to see their uncle Stan."

Mitch laughed. "Then, do you think I should do it?"

"Do what? Marry her?" The man continued cooking. And even though he wasn't glancing at the young boy, he knew that he was nodding his head. "You better do." The young boy went closer as he saw you and Irene coming back to the living room, which was connected to the kitchen. "You better do, Mitch Rapp."

The night was lovely, and you enjoyed Stan's cooking, not believing he could be such a wonderful chef. You were telling stories related to Mitch, which made the boy blush while his chair shifted closer to yours. His right arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to his body before kissing your forehead. Irene's eyes shone as she watched with delight how in love the both of you were.

And even though Stan Hurley was smiling while listening to your stories, he couldn't help but notice how much you comprehended Mitch. The young boy would twitch his nose whenever he was spacing out. Whenever his mind would be filled with intrusive thoughts. Stan saw the way you stopped talking for a couple of seconds, noticing that your boyfriend's gaze was lost. He observed how you whispered his name, your hand squeezing the hand that was resting on your shoulder, snapping him back from those thoughts. Then, you kissed the corner of his mouth before continuing with your tales.

Mitch grinned at you, moving his gaze around the table until he met Stan's eyes. The man nodded, encouraging the 'kid' to marry that woman. "She's the one for you." He whispered, and your soon-to-be-fiance didn't hesitate to nod his head.

Mitch Rapp had a dream. A dream that he wanted to share with you; a labrador retriever and a beautiful child.

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