#it’s yuu. it’s us we’re marrying him

[sansevieraa]

Screaming at Ace’s voice lines for the marriage card……..ACEYUU IS SO CANON WTF

[yuwuta]

*TEST DRIVE — YUUTA OKKOTSU

❝I WILL NEVER LEAVE BY YOUR SIDE, DON’T YOU KNOW YOU GOT A RIDE OR DIE

pairings. okkotsu/reader, uhhh implied maki/nobara and sort of itadori/fushiguro but that’s not so important for now

warnings, themes. non-curse/modern au, marriage of convenience au, i thought long and hard about who would fit this trope best and all i can say is that i didn’t really pick just one in the end, so if this spirals in a wedding/marriage playlist, you’ve been warned, um… sort of implied possessive behavior on yuuta’s end but it’s only teased for now :)

word count. 2.5k i can yap about him all day

playing. test drive/ariana grande, going crazy/exo, heart of glass/blondie, idea/taemin, tipsy/chloe x halle 

“I just heard the funniest joke from Inumaki,” Nobara says, welcoming herself into your apartment. You’re not surprised, and continue with your dessert preparations. Yuuji, to your left, spares her a wave, before going back to diligently preparing the vegetables. 

Maki is the only one to respond by turning slightly in her seat to raise an eyebrow at Nobara when she walks up to the island, “Since when do you think Toge is funny?” 

“Not usually,” Nobara admits, taking the neighboring open seat. She crosses her arms atop the counter, and squints at you, “But he surprised me this time.”

Your eyes fidget to Maki, who seems equally confused by Nobara’s unnerving stare, then to Yuuji, who appears none the wiser, because he happily chirps, “Well, I wanna hear it! Tell us, Kugisaki!”

“He said that it was soooo kind of you to share your anniversary date with Yuuta and have us all over for dinner,” Nobara drawls, “Then I got confused, of course—but then I thought, ‘Maybe they’re secretly together and I just didn’t know. Wouldn’t be a huge surprise.’”

You flinch at that, “What do you mean that wouldn’t be a huge sur—”

“This is the funniest part, though,” Nobara squints, “He said that you’re actually married, and he meant that today is your wedding anniversary. He was pretty convincing, though. He’s very committed to the bit—even challenged me to ask you at dinner, but I figured I’d straighten it out now,” she drawls, reaching over to steal a cucumber slice from Yuuji’s station, “You’re not actually married to Yuuta, right?”

You pause, for too long. Maki’s disbelief shifts from Nobara to you, morphing into a threatening glare that makes you chuckle nervously. Yuuji keeps turning his head between you and Nobara, waiting for one of you to crack. 

It’s not her. “Okay… define married,” you mumble.

Nobara all but jumps across the island, standing up and slamming her palms on the counter top. “What do you mean ‘define married’—there’s only one definition!” Yuuji frantically sweeps his preciously sliced vegetables out of her range. “You’re either married to Okkotsu or you’re not, which is it?” 

You pause again. Too long this time. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Maki says, “It’s true? Toge says that shit all the time, how he can ‘still hear wedding bells’ when you two are around. Oh, I’m going to be sick.”

“Wait, you’re married?” Yuuji quips, “Since when? You should have told me, I would have gotten you a present!”

“Okay, okay—enough!” you yell, taking a step back, “It’s… true, but it’s not what you think. Yuuta and I are legally married, but we’re not together together.”

Nobara reaches to flick you on the forehead, “What the hell does that mean?” 

“It means, we’re married on paper only,” you explain, strategically placing your knife in the sink, far out of Maki and Nobara’s reach. 

“Say more words,” Maki demands, “Now.” 

You sigh. Even Yuuji has paused his preparations, blinking at you with those big, wide eyes, and you know for sure there’s no way out of this now. 

“It happened four years ago. I—”

Despite being the one who asked you to say more, Maki is the first to cut you off, incredulous, “Four years? You’ve been married to that beanstalk for four years and neither one of you twigs thought to mention it?” 

“Maki, let her finish,” Yuuji pitches in for you, reaching a comforting hand out to your shoulder, “Maybe she was dying and needed Okkotsu-senpai to sign her insurance papers so the government didn’t sweep her away! I saw that in a K-Drama once,” he smiles proudly. Nobara pinches her face in disgust, immediately refuting and calling Yuuji an idiot for believing everything he sees on TV. 

“Honestly, that’s not too far off. I’m not dying—and neither is Yuuta,” you hastily correct the worried faces peering at you, “But he was sick as a kid, and long story short is something got fucked up with his insurance when his parents died. It wasn’t a big deal, at first, but it spiraled into a bunch of issues, the biggest being the threat of taking his parents’ house away from him.”

Nobara pulls back, crossing her arms. “Why didn’t Gojo just do something then? That idiot has more than enough money to spare for some petty hospital bill, even with twenty years of interest.” 

“He did,” you assure her, “But then the house became its own problem. His parents didn’t leave the deed in his name, and the community board tried to say that Yuuta had no assets and wasn’t a favored candidate for their neighborhood, even if he was their son.” 

“That’s bullshit,” Maki interjects. 

“Yeah, totally not fair,” Yuuji pouts, “That’s his dead parents’ house and they wanted him to prove himself?” 

“Pretty much,” you sigh, “Basically marriage is something that helped prove his eligibility… plus some doctored philanthropic donations on Gojo’s end, and letters of recommendation from Shoko and her co-workers.” 

Nobara tuts her bottom lip out. “I don’t know, I’m not buying it.” 

“No, it makes sense. I’m sure by now all his parents’ neighbors are a bunch of uptight, old heads who didn’t want some kid throwing parties nearby,” Maki argues, “But once they hear he’s a young, married, nurse with a side hustle in philanthropy, I’m sure those geezers welcomed him with open arms. Sounds like some shit my family would do, too.” 

Nobara hums, factoring in Maki’s evaluation. “Okay fine. Yuuta marries you, he gets his parents’ house back and probably commits insurance fraud too,” she settles, “But what about you?—You said this was mutually beneficial, so what did you get out of it?” 

You probably should talk to Yuuta about revealing all the details of your marriage to your friends, but you knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Yuuta’s parents’ death and the issues that came along with it weren’t a secret at the time, but your problems are something you kept private. It’s a miracle you’ve gone this long under the radar, and you know Nobara isn’t going anywhere with unanswered questions. 

“Permanent residency status,” you tell her, “Yuuta’s a citizen, so in marrying him, all my problems about finding a job in six weeks after graduation disappeared.” 

“But… you got a job?” Yuuji questions, head tilted. 

“Yeah, eventually, but I didn’t know I would, and it was either take that chance, or be forced to go back home, and my time was running out,” you reveal, twiddling your thumbs together, “Look, I would have said something at the time, but everyone had their own shit to deal with after graduation. I would have asked any one of you to marry me, but I knew Yuuta was the only one with a reason to say yes.” 

The kitchen falls quiet as the news sits with your friends. Nobara and Maki’s stern disbelief slowly morphs into empathy, and Yuuji’s bright eyes grow steely with concentration as he pieces your story together. 

Then he springs up, “Wait, I totally would have married you, senpai!” 

You laugh, a lightness easing its way back into the room. “Thanks, Yuuji,” you lean to give him a kiss on the cheek, but you’re met with Nobara’s outstretched palm instead. 

“Nuh-uh. Just because I think this marriage is insane doesn’t mean that I condone adultery.” 

“It’s not adultery. I told you, Yuuta and I are married on paper only—he’s free to date and kiss whomever he pleases, and so am I,” You roll your eyes, pushing her hand away and giving Yuuji a kiss anyway, which he happily accepts, sticking his tongue out in mockery at Nobara.

Maki scoffs, “Are we sure that Yuuta knows that?” 

“Of course he knows that.”

“So then why hasn’t he dated anyone?” Maki presses, eyes lowering into a teasing glare. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Who Yuuta does or doesn’t date isn’t really my business.” 

Nobara pulls at her hair, “Yes it is. You’re his wife.” 

“His contractual wife,” you correct. 

“Contractual?” 

“Wait—have Yuuta and Toge not totally kissed on several drunk, or am I the only one who saw that?” Yuuji interjects.

“No, that was you and Fushiguro,” Nobara says, “And nobody cares about you two right now.” 

You put a hand on Yuuji’s shoulder, “I care about you, Yuuji. Please, tell us about your drunk escapades with our dear Megumi.” 

“Save it, Itadori,” Maki cuts in, crushing Yuuji’s bright demeanor, “You and Yuuta are way more pathetic. Keep talking.” 

“Since when do you even like to gossip?” 

“Since she met me,” Nobara gleams, proudly, “Now, keep going.” 

You give Yuuji an apologetic glance before continuing, “I just mean that by the end of this year, Yuuta and I can get amicably divorced without raising any suspicion. Our marriage can’t be contested as a sham, I’ll be eligible for citizenship and housing on my own, and all will be well.” 

It’s quiet again, for a moment. You bite your lip in anticipation. Ultimately, you knew that none of your friends would judge you and Yuuta for what you did, but it wasn’t exactly normal to marry your friends for legal benefits, and then hide your marital status from almost everyone you knew. Still, this conversation was going about as well as it could, until Maki starts laughing. 

Her laughter starts off quiet, then grows gradually, until it becomes concerning. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Maki actually laugh before—a few amused grunts, and occasional drunk giggles, yes, but full-on, blown laughter is a first. It’s scary, and as you glance at Nobara and Yuuji, you’re clearly not the only one worried. 

“You actually believe that he doesn’t feel anything for you—that’s rich,” she says through laughter, clutching her stomach, “God help you if you think you can just divorce him. You two are so fucked, you deserve each other.”

“Wait, speaking of rich, did you sign a prenup? Isn’t Yuuta totally loaded now that he’s a nurse and related to Gojo—I also don’t think that you’ll be able to divorce him that easily, but if you kill him, you could be an instant millionaire,” Nobara reasons. 

“That’s so shallow!” Yuuji exclaims, “Also, I’m a nurse, and I wouldn’t say I’m loaded.” 

“That’s because you’re not cute like Yuuta,” Nobara mocks, “If you were, then you’d make the big bucks.” 

“I’m cute!” Yuuji cries, turning to you, “I’m cute, right?” 

You reach to pat his head, “Yes, Yuuji, you’re very cute. And perfectly well off enough. Yuuta works inhumane hours for his money, don’t be like him.” 

“Itadori, you make, like, quadruple what the average person makes,” Maki reminds him, “You just spend it all just as quickly.” 

Nobara scoffs, “Which he can afford to do because he’s a nepotism baby.” 

“You just said I was poor and ugly, and now I’m a nepotism baby? Pick a story, Kugisaki!”

“I don’t have to pick shit. Nanami-san sponsors your entire life, and enables your bad spending habits,” she huffs, “Yuuta’s a nepotism nurse, too. In fact, you both make me sick.” 

“Okay, then by that logic Fushiguro is also a nepotism baby!”

“Well, duh. He’s, like, the poster child for nepotism babies all around the world.” 

You drown out Nobara and Yuuji’s argument, mulling over Maki’s words instead. Did she mean to imply that Yuuta would make your divorce difficult on purpose?—you don’t see why; Yuuta doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body, and it wouldn’t serve him any purpose. You didn’t sign a prenup, but you would never argue ownership over any of his assets, and you know that Yuuta knows that; he’d already given you so much, you would never try to take anything from him. 

In fact, getting divorced would only open more doors for him. You don’t know if Yuuta hasn’t dated in the past four years out of some lingering loyalty to your marriage, but if that was the case, then you don’t want to stand in his way for any longer than necessary, and you especially don’t want him to grow to resent you for it. He would no longer be unnecessarily bound to you; he’d be free, legally, to carry on with his life—you would be the only one indebted to him for his boundless kindness. 

Truthfully, you hadn’t thought much of your divorce throughout your marriage. You knew that after five years, you could get divorced without consequence, but you hadn’t pictured how that would go. The thought of it somehow messing with your relationship to Yuuta, and your mutual friendships makes your head hurt. Maybe you should have married Yuuji instead. 

“Are you kidding, Yuuta would have mauled him,” Nobara chuckles, “Plus he would have lost his childhood home.” You blink. Guess you said that last part out loud. 

Her words spark more bickering between her and Itadori, and this time you turn to Maki. It was evident that she was just as much in the dark as anybody else about your secret marriage, but, still, it seemed like she knew something that you didn’t. 

“Maki, does... you said I think that Yuuta doesn’t feel anything—then what does he feel?” 

Maki blinks, then shakes her head, “You clearly don’t know who you married. That’s for you and your husband to work out.” She continues, this time that same wicked laughter is back, “Just know that whatever your plan for divorce was, it’s not going to be that easy. Yuuta is stupid, clearly, but he’s not that dumb. At least, I hope not.” 

You pout, shoulders slumping. That was about the most cryptic and least comforting response a person could give, but you shouldn’t have expected more from Maki. Luckily, Yuuji moves to give your shoulders a comforting rub, forgoing Nobara’s exclamations of him being a homewrecking harlot. 

At this point, you can’t tell if their arguing or your overthinking is causing your headache. Maybe you should cancel this group dinner all together; there’s no way you and Yuuta won’t be the topic of conversation all night, and you’re not exactly looking forward to pairing Maki’s mystic messages with Toge’s public humiliation, unless you start consuming liquor now. 

Deciding that’s the best plan of action, you turn to your cupboards to reach for a bottle of wine, pawning off popping the cork to Maki when your phone buzzes, catching your attention. 

It’s a text from Yuuta, similar to one you’ve received on this day every day, for the past four years, with something a little extra tacked on this year. 

from: yuuta 🌟 — happy anniversary (and i’m not just saying that because the feds are watching) (＾∇＾) — cheers to us, and many more! 🖤

[yaksha-lover]

have you ever thought about how the fourth year of nrc is an independent learning year? like they’re learning off campus (abroad maybe?)

malleus has basically marked you to become the next queen of briar valley. when he first realized his feelings he asked you to marry him, but instead you suggest just dating first. “think of it as betrothal, just in modern times.” but all he heard was “we’re betrothed.”

so when he and lillia are off their forth year it’s up to silver and sebek to make sure you and the dumbass trio don’t get into too much trouble. but thanks to the shenanigans of grim, ace, and deuce both your ‘guards’ have a lot on their hands. especially cause they can’t say no to you since they don’t want to make you upset. malleus would be displeased. (that’s just an excuse sebek uses but it’s okay you can tell hehe)

Yess, I love the idea of Silver and Sebek being wrapped up in Yuu’s shenanigans once Yuu becomes entwined with Malleus. And maybe it starts off reluctant; they don’t really know you, and you’re certainly different from their prince, but they’ve sworn to protect you so it doesn’t matter.

Silver is patient and able to keep a handle on his exasperation at the various things you’re dragged into by Ace, Deuce, and Grim, but Sebek is another story. He feels blasphemous for even thinking it, since you’re Malleus’ choice, but he truly can’t see why Malleus would have anything to do with you. His lord is intelligent, sophisticated, graceful, and the other day he watched you pull Grim out of a peanut butter jar after he got his head stuck in it.

But slowly, things begin to change. Sebek doesn’t get so worked up at seeing what you’ve gotten yourself into anymore, and the rest of you try to be on your best behaviour. It’s not so much a chore as it is part of their lives, when Silver and Sebek come to check on you. They find themselves choosing to spend time with you and your group. Sebek finds that his classmates may not be entirely undesirable as he once thought.

They sit at your table at lunch now, instead of one a few meters away to watch you. They’ll stick around to watch movies with everyone, settling in on the couch instead of just returning to their rooms when they can. And when Malleus returns to relieve them of their duties…they find themselves missing having someone to watch after so closely, someone they consider a friend.

Good thing for them, you’ll be around Briar Valley for them to protect soon, another addition to their unconventional family.

[marshmedow]

Adeuce Head-canons!

Mostly because I can’t find any head-canons of just the two without Yuu.

Be the change you want to see, right?

Ace calls Deuce Babe, Baby, and My Love. He also sometimes calls him Sweetheart.

Deuce used a pet name for Ace once (It was baby). He didn’t like the way it sounded when he said it, so he never used any ever again. Ace thought it was cute and tries to get Deuce to use them again.

Ace will just throw some of his clothes at Deuce when he’s getting dressed so that Deuce will wear them. Deuce usually just wears it without complaint.

Ace is the more jealous one in the relationship. Deuce doesn’t understand flirting and relationships enough to be jealous when other people hit on Ace.

They never actually had a moment where they confessed to each other. Deuce just kinda referred to Ace as his boyfriend one day and Ace was too confused to object. Ace did check to confirm if they were boyfriends and Deuce just went, “No. We’re husbands.” And then they just went with that. Mostly as a joke, but a little part of each of them did wish to be married one day.

Deuce plays violin and Ace plays guitar. Not really a couple head-canon, but oh well. They play together and make fun of each other when the strings pop.

How history class goes is Ace sleeps through the lessons and Deuce takes notes. Ace looks over Deuces notes later at the dorm and explains the content back to Deuce, strengthening both of their knowledge on the material.

Deuce likes to draw little spades all over Ace’s arm and hand. It pissed Ace off at first, but now he just deals.

Ace’s love language is Physical Touch and Deuce’s is Words of Affirmation and Quality Time.

Ace tries to explain basketball to Deuce and Deuce just does not know a damn thing Ace is saying. Well, he does, but he pretends he doesn’t so he can make stupid jokes.

Deuce likes kissing Ace’s cheek. Ace doesn’t mind, but still gets really flustered. Ace doesn’t really kiss Deuce much, except for actually kissing him on the lips. But, in terms of like kissing his cheek or hand, he doesn’t really do it because Ace is always touching Deuce in some way or another, so kisses are kinda unnecessary.

Ace is the big spoon. Just because Ace is always pulling Deuce into his arms so they can be closer. Physical touch things.

Also, Ace’s favorite thing to do is put his elbow on Deuce’s shoulder and kinda hang off of him like that. Deuce doesn’t really care that much, he’s used to Ace’s antics.

Deuce punched Ace in the face once, then started crying because he hurt Ace. Ace didn’t know what to do. On one hand, his face hurt. On the other, it was his fault for talking shit and his boyfriend(husband) was crying. Ultimately, Ace held him and accepted Deuce’s many apologies.

I need someone to write me a story where someone is flirting with Deuce (ya know, cuz he’s gorgeous) and Deuce is just confused. Ace then proceeds to kick unnamed student’s ass while Deuce is even more confused than he was before (he is also now concerned). Please. My birthday is coming up. XD

See ya!

[not-rome]

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

thank you to @kairenn-n for the tag!

The main pattern I'm seeing is I use song lyrics for titles way too much.

1. Arthur loves Hogwarts.

Say You'll Always Keep Me ; Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

2. Coriolanus believes he knows the way things should be far better than most do.

To Distance Myself ; Sejanus Plinth/Coriolanus Snow

3. Breathing hurts—well, it’s more his ribs than it is breathing.

You Keep Me Close ; Sawamura Daichi/Male Reader

4. “Dad, we’re going to be late!”

This Night Just Can't End ; Lancelot/Merlin

5. “Did you do something different with your hair?”

Resist Temptation ; Tsukishima Kei & Male Reader

6. you know I swear in my sleep.

Typos ; Nishinoya Yuu/Male Reader

7. Merlin believes hands wield the most power.

Your Hand Touches Mine ; Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

8. When Arthur finally decides to ask Gwen to marry him, Lancelot appears after a year of being dead.

But It's Not Real ; Lancelot/Merlin

9. Y/N’s summers growing up had always consisted of summer camp.

And How the Stars Shine ; Miya Osamu/Male Reader

10. I have never been jealous of Arthur before. 

When I Die, Which I Must Do ; Lancelot/Merlin

This was fun, so if you're interested in doing it, then consider yourself tagged.

[healeroflightanddark]

Family Ties, Chapter 6: Relatives

The Yuus were now very curious about their mother’s family. Their grandparents seemed genuinely remorseful for kicking her out of the house and disowning her, and the rest of the people, minus Haru, also seemed to feel bad as well. The boys looked at them in interest, something that didn’t go unnoticed by them.

One of the older ladies smiled at the Sakakis. “We should introduce ourselves, huh? I’m your Auntie Fumiko, and that’s Auntie Asuka, Auntie Ren, Auntie Kaede, Uncle Jun, Uncle Toshiro, and Uncle Ichiro. We’re your mother’s brothers and sisters. Our husbands and wives are inside making sure everything’s ready for your visit. And you’ve already met Uncle Haru, our annoying brother. Yoko’s the youngest of us nine.”

Yugo made a disgusted face at the mention of the mean uncle, and Yuri gave a cruel grin. Uncle Haru seemed taken aback by their reactions and started to speak, but Grandma gave him a withering look that made him fall silent.

“So… we have cousins, right?” Yuya asked. Auntie Ren smiled and said, “Yep! Quite a few, actually. They’re all adults now, so you four are the babies of the family! They’re all coming to meet you. My twin daughters, your cousins Miki and Niko, are already here, and so are cousins Hina, Seiichi, and Tadashi. Everyone else is on their way, and should be here by sundown.”

“How many cousins do we have?” Yuto asked. The aunts and uncles paused, clearly counting. After a moment, Uncle Ichiro said, “Well… there’s Ren’s twins, Kaede’s three, Asuka’s four, Fumiko’s eight, Toshiro’s seven, Jun’s five, and my nine, so that’s…”

“We have THIRTY-EIGHT cousins?!” Yuri yelped in shock. Yuya, Yugo, and Yuto stared at their aunts and uncles in disbelief with agape mouths. After a moment of trying to count, Uncle Ichiro pulled out his phone and opened the calculator. A moment of calculating later he said, “Yep! Thirty-eight cousins! You’re pretty good with quick math, aren’t you…?”

“That’s Yuri,” Yoko said. “The one with blue and yellow hair is Yugo, the one with purple and black hair is Yuto, and the one with red and green hair is Yuya.”

“It’s very nice to meet you four!” Auntie Asuka said, smiling warmly at the boys. “We were hoping you’d come for a visit. We understand that you might not have wanted to meet us, but we’re really happy that you decided to give us a chance. Mom and Dad have really missed having grandbabies to spoil, and I know my youngest daughter, Mayumi, has really wanted a younger cousin to spoil. She’s been so tired of being the youngest grandchild for a long time!”

They’d reached the main house by now, and walked inside together. There was a bustling of activity in the house which caught the boys by surprise. Before any of them could react, there was a squeal and they were suddenly tackle-hugged. It took them a moment to process what was happening.

“Oh my gosh! Hi! I’m so excited that you’re here!” the hugger squealed. The aunts, uncles, and grandparents all chuckled, and an amused voice behind the hugger said, “Easy, Miki! You don’t wanna scare them away, do you? I mean, we know you’re a huge fan of Yuya’s dueling style, but still!”

“Right! Sorry!” the hugger said, releasing the boys and stepping back. The boys blinked, looking up at her bright, cheery smile. “I’m just so excited! I still can’t believe you four are our cousins! I’ve been watching videos of Yuya’s duels online since his debut, and I was actually inspired to learn how to duel because of them!”

“Miki’s actually the one that found out that you four are Yoko’s children, and about your father,” Auntie Ren said. “Honestly if she didn’t follow Yuya’s social media, we might not have learned that he was family, or that Yoko adopted the rest of you, or even that she’d gotten married.”

Cousin Miki squealed again, seeming trying her best not to tackle-hug the boys again. “C’mon, we’ve got breakfast ready for you! Sit, sit! It’s time to eat!”

[solivagant-nubivagant]

My stupid heart

Don't know, I've tried to let you go

So many times before

Then wound up at your door

My stupid

Can't believe that I haven't figured out by now

Every time I call you up

All you do is let me down

Should have known there was nothing about us I could change

Every time we try to be friends it always ends the same

But when I try to remember

All the pain that we've been through

Something in me says "Whatever"

And it brings me back to you

Why am I even doing this..?

It’s not the fact that he is remarrying that makes my heart hurt so much.

It’s the fact that he lied to me to do it. Whatever reason he had. Why did he lie?

Why did he make such an elaborate plan to get it done?

If he had come to me straight up and said “I want to marry” I would not have had a problem with it.

Why did he play me? Using my sister? Using my fucking best friend??? Why? I don’t fucking get it man.

And then he doesn’t even have the courage to tell me the date huh. My sister doesn’t even know, forget telling my mother’s family.

I remember when I was young I thought of him as the best and most honest man I ever knew. He was my father. fathers were always there to catch you when you fell. I remember the train so clearly, child me on the top bunk, playing, when my mother told me to come down to eat. I was scared to use the stairs…my father told me he’d pull me down, I was scared, thinking he would drop me. But he didn’t.

I guess I always had a flair for the dramatic, always thinking about things too much, since I was a child.

“Jeevan ke dukho se yuu darte nahi hai…aise bachke sachch se guzarte nahi hai…sukh ki hai chah toh dukh bhi sehna hai”

But I am scared. The only thing I ever knew in the whole world was that my family would never leave me.

No matter what happened, family would never leave me. And apparently all that was a lie. No one stays, everyone leaves you in the end.

Then I think about them. Both of them, my best friend and yk…him. They’ve been with me whenever I needed them, since I met them. And honestly? As much as I trust them, it still scares the fuck out of me.

I wanna tell him that there’s an 80% chance I’m gonna visit Bangalore in about two weeks.

And not with my friend like I told him, but with my “family”, and if we played our cards right we may see each other.

My friend said she isn’t going anymore cause her father didn’t allow, so I asked my father if we can go to Bangalore. Idk why I did that, it was a weird wild thought, seeing him with my father being around….man I cannot think of a more dangerous thing honestly, but I sense it is possible. And I’m ready to take that leap, because if we’re both careful it can happen.

But why? Why am I doing everything I can for someone AGAIN? I know how that will end.

*in reference to a previous entry*

“Tell me, you love so strong and true, to everything. Even the smallest thing. Do you actually believe you would find someone as crazy as you? Let me tell you something my dear, you would never find someone who loves like you. Ever. People like you are simply not made.”

This is exactly like that day. Idk I’m gonna talk to him about it. Let’s see what he says.

It’s like standing on that one decision point once again. Let’s see if the result is gonna be the same or it’ll change.

[shroudcore]

Speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Summary: Ace, Rook, Epel, and Riddle failed to stop Eliza and Idia’s wedding. All hope is lost, and midnight is approaching. 

An angstier take on Ghost Marriage. Idia x GN!reader. Idia-centric. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

Wyd when you’re minutes away from receiving the literal kiss of death? Idia wished he could ask Threaddit. Of all ways to go, he never imagined getting kidnapped by a ghost princess and being forced to marry her. It was a dark but almost funny twist that wrote itself into his uneventful shut-in life. 

“The wait is over, my prince. It’s time for our vows!” Eliza told him, as if this were something to be happy about. It was absolutely baffling how she never noticed his tears today. His pleas fell to deaf ears as an ancient wedding march played, which sounded more like a funeral march. It was a fitting BGM. 

> Idia tried to escape, but was paralyzed on the floor and couldn’t move an inch! 

> We need a healer to come save us! 

> Someone with a skill to clear debuffs!

At first, he thought it was ridiculous for him to be chosen when Vil, Leona, and Malleus were right there. But now, he figured it was only right for an NPC like him to be sacrificed so that the heroes could shine. The problem was that there were no heroes here—everyone here was selfish. Besides, no one could really save him now. His schoolmates lay defeated on the floor, frozen by Eliza’s OP status effect. 

Ace-shi was tied up and silenced after “offending the princess”. He tried to speak, but only incoherent grumbling could be heard with that silvery, translucent gag in the way. 

Epel-shi followed after him, but started yelling and wildly waving his bouquet around after Eliza asked him to consider being a bridesmaid. He had to be restrained by the ghosts. 

Rook-shi almost did it, but was slapped after Eliza somehow felt that his words weren’t for her alone. 

Riddle-shi was rejected for being too short. He tried to reason with the princess, making her feel that he was too serious. He was slapped. 

These four would-be saviors were frozen on the floor like everyone who came before. The Headmaster was nowhere to be seen. Since he’d been kidnapped, Ortho had been trying to help. Unfortunately, his brother was unable to do much for him without anyone’s aid. He isn’t even here right now. Idia’s heart broke at the thought of his brother still gathering people to help him.

And you? He hadn’t seen you all day.

While he waited for a savior, Eliza waited for his “I Do.” When the clock strikes twelve, she would kiss him. Then, it would be Game Over. 

“I stand before this couple this day to unite them in the bonds of matrimony,” begins the ghost officiant. Idia thinks of his unfinished manga volumes, the anime he didn’t get to watch, the games he never got to play, and movie sequels he’d never get to see. Most importantly, he thinks of you—his unexpected friend. Or maybe the more appropriate word would be crush. These past few weeks, he strongly denied these feelings as if his life depended upon it. Maybe it did. 

“... if there be anyone present that may present a just and lawful cause why these two individuals may not be lawfully wed…”

It was totally lame, but yes—your rejection would Crit him. 

“... let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” 

If his schoolmates couldn’t do anything, he didn’t expect you, a magicless human to be able to stop this. Still, it would have felt better to see you try. So, where were you? Did you ever care for him at all, or did he overestimate your friendship points? 

“Do you, Idia Shroud, take Eliza as your lawful wife...”

Can someone crash through those doors right at this moment?

to have and to hold from this day forward—”

Maybe an explosion could happen in the middle of the cafeteria idk

“for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,”

Or the ground could crack open, sucking all the ghosts into the Underworld! 

in sickness and in health?” 

Anyone, please?

“Man, I’m so done with this!” Floyd whined, cutting off the vows and distracting the ghosts. Idia let himself exhale as he silently thanked the eel for interrupting. “When Mr. Firefly Squid gets a kiss, we get to go home, right? Get it done already.” Oh. Or maybe not.

“My back is starting to hurt from being stuck in the same position for so long. Give her a good peck on the lips while the gettin’s good,” said Lilia. What? I gamed with you! Traitor!

“Do as Lilia says! Hurry and give her a good peck!” yelled Sebek. This was followed by more jeers—more urging for him to just die already. 

Unbelievable. But he should’ve expected this from the beginning. This was why he hated people. None of them liked him, so none of them would care. It was fair, wasn’t it? There was no one he cared about in here. Only Ortho strongly protested against the wedding, but what could he do and where was he now? If only he knew this was going to happen, then maybe he could have installed some ghostbusting features into Ortho—like that one movie he watched!

In his desperation, he tried to appeal to the closest person to him in the room. “Azul-shi, we’re board game club buddies. Do something!” 

But his friend, if he could even be called that, only faked a sniffle. “I’m so moved I can barely see through my tears. Congratulations, you have my blessing!”

If Azul-shi, his closest in the room won’t and couldn’t help him, who would? He hoped it would be you, but that hope has long been squashed and only left him hating that he ever hoped at all. He must have bullied you too much while you were gaming. Did he overdo the trash talk? Was he too mean? (He swears it was all light-hearted!) Did he shut you out too much? Did you hate hanging out with him all along? Of course you would. 

Gaming together and talking on VC for hours, he supposed, weren’t enough to make you care if he lost his life tonight. 

Eliza talking about the kiss barely registered as a lone tear escaped his eye. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” If you were here, would you be chanting with them? Probably. It’s about time you showed your true colors too. 

“STOP CHEERING!” he yelled, anger flaring amidst his sadness. Did he deserve this? Did he deserve to be this hated?  

“Pay them no more mind, Idia. Midnight is here!” 

“Shut up, shut up! Can’t you see I don’t want this?”

But Eliza leans in, drawing closer and closer. Tears seep out of Idia’s eyes, weeping for things that never came to pass. No. No. No, he chanted in his head with his eyes closed, as if it could do anything. A chilly feeling begins to cover his face. This is it. GG. 

A sad and pathetic ending for a sad and pathetic shut-in boy. This was the only love he’ll ever get. Love wasn’t real. Heroes aren’t real. Dating sims aren’t reality. He should just—

BANG. 

Huh?

“I OBJECT!” 

“That voice!”

“Is it really…?”

Gasps and murmurs erupted in the hall at the sudden arrival of a figure clad in all-black. Beside them was Ortho, and at their feet was Grim. A large hat obscured their face, adding to the mystery of their person. The entire hall was awe-struck.

The ghosts whispered in confusion and alarm, but those who recognized the voice began hoping to be saved. Eliza, who’d been stunned into silence, quickly grew annoyed at the new interruption. 

“Who is that?” she asked him, but Idia couldn’t care about her. His heartbeat drummed in his ears. His blood was alive. There they were again—those butterflies you’ve been giving him… as cliché as that sounds. 

He watched you take off your hat as the hall greeted you with cheers. 

~~

To be continued

This is my first post and I’m nervous as hell.

I’ve been seeing the “Yuu-crashes-Ghost-marriage” idea around and decided to write my (really long) version of it. (Seriously, it got really long ahaha) Thank you for reading. If you liked this, stay tuned for the next parts!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

A random prince fells in love at first sight with Yuu and, kinda like Eliza, immediately forces them to marry him. Yuu refuses and tries to fight back but the prince hypnotizes them with magic to make them more docile and make them believe they're in love and such. The first years gang, confused in the first place at why tf Yuu is suddenly accepting the wedding and acting so numb, discovers the deception and decides to crash into the party to save them and kick the prince's butt

I had lots of fun writing this one! Thank you very much for the request, Anon!

...And in my humble opinion, Shrek 2 is objectively and unironically the best Shrek you know, before the franchise became a massive meme.

“I object to this wedding...!!”

Pre-Wedding Jitters

“HAAAAAH?! YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?!”

None of the first years can believe it when you tell them of your engagement--especially Ace and Deuce.

“Who are you even getting hitched to?!” Ace demands to know, shaking you by the shoulders.

“My one true love,” you mumble back, a dazed look on your face. “Prince Charming...”

“...Prince Charming?” Jack repeats, brows knitting together. “That RSA alumnus that was at our last Magical Shift tournament? That Prince Charming?”

“Isn’t he the creep that was bothering you?” Deuce asks, wincing at the memory. “The guy that wouldn’t take no for an answer?”

“That’s the guy...” Epel mutters.

“THAT SCOUNDREL THAT PUT HIS HANDS ON YOU, WITHOUT CONSENT?!” Sebek looks like he’s about to pop a blood vessel.

“My one true love...” you repeat, oblivious to your friends’ comments.

“Something ain’t right here,” Ace declares. “You’re not pulling our leg, are you? Cuz if you are, this prank isn’t very funny!”

You continue to babble about your one true love, and how he is arranging the wedding as they speak. Is it just them, or do the first years see hearts in your pupils? Are you really that much in love?

The boys exchange exchange weary looks with one another and make a silent agreement to investigate further into this matter.

The week of the wedding, you set off to meet with your beloved husband-to-be.

Meanwhile, Sebek has stumbled across an old tome in the Diasomnia archives, detailing of a potent love poison--a poison which imparts emotional numbness and heart-shaped pupils on those afflicted with it.

An “I do” and a kiss at the wedding altar will make the effects permanent.

Sebek nearly tears off the doors to Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel’s rooms to deliver the news. “GET UP!” he roars. “WE HAVE A WEDDING TO CRASH!”

But there’s only a few days left at this point, and there’s no time to find transportation to the venue on such short notice. They’ll never make it in time, even on Epel’s horses.

“Wait--I think I know a guy,” Deuce interrupts their panicking. He turns to his rival with a wicked smile. “Ace-kun--remember what Trey-senpai said the other day?”

A similar smile spreads onto Ace’s face. “Oh yeah, Deuce-kun...he knows the Muffin Man. The Muffin Man that lives on Drury Lane.”

The Crashing

You’re dressed in a tiara and sparkling jewelry, donning a diamond dotted gown and a crystal netted veil, making your way down the aisle.

The music is a wedding march in C minor, but you can’t seem to properly appreciate it. Sounds seems to filter in one year and go right out the other.

Your mind is hazy, and you can’t seem to think or see anything besides your husband-to-be, who awaits for you at the end of the aisle with a massive grin.

All of a sudden, a knight bursts into the venue and scrambles to your husband-to-be’s side.

Prince Charming seems to be annoyed and tries to usher the knight away--but the knight is suddenly in hysterics about a giant gingerbread man attacking the castle.

A monstrous roar fills the venue, and the entire place rattles (as a flaming gumdrop button pelts the castle). The guests--and the prince--panic. The impact is followed by loud shouting.

It is Sebek who is perched on the giant gingerbread man’s shoulder, yelling orders over the wind, Ace and Deuce on the other shoulder. Epel and Jack are racing on a white horse beside them.

The knights are starting to close the drawbridge--but the gingerbread man grabs it and pries it open, just long enough for Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Jack to slip in.

“GO, GO, GO!” Sebek shouts after them. Already, he has his magical pen out and is preparing a lightning spell. Sparks fly as Sebek lets his magic loose.

Knights rush to stop the incoming intruders--Epel hops off the horse and stands between them and his friends.

“O-Oi...! What are you--”

But to everyone’s surprise, the knights skid to a stop and begin cooing at how cute Epel is.

That makes it easy for Epel to knock three of them out with powerful jets of water from his magical pen.

Jack groans and dismounts, also drawing his pen. He glances at Ace and  Deuce. “...Go without us. We’ll keep them back.”

Ace whips up powerful winds to blow the doors to the wedding venue open--and together, he and Deuce storm in, fire roaring in their blood.

“We’re here to pick up our friend!” they announce in unison, pointing their magical pens accusingly at Prince Charming.

For all of his bragging and hollering, Prince Charming is actually very weak. Deuce sprints right up to him to deck him in the face, then buries him and his remaining knights in cauldrons.

All of the guests are far too paralyzed with shock and fear to intervene as Ace ushers you toward the door.

The Aftermath

You don’t fully understand what is happening when the first years grab you and climb onto the shoulders of a giant gingerbread man to take you home.

“My true love...” you say, your arm weakly reaching out for him. The castle grows farther and farther away in the distance.

“Yeah, yeah! Put a sock in it already!” Ace groans, seizing your hand and squeezing it. His eyes soften. “We’re right here for you, (Y/N). We’re right here, so quit your yammerin’.”

You stare at where your hand and Ace’s are connected. “...true love?”

“The love poison will wear off in a few hours,” Sebek reports with a nod, leaning against the gingerbread man. “Thank goodness for that.”

“...It’s been a long night,” Jack sighs. “Like something out of a fever dream.”

“No kiddin’,” Epel says--but his eyes sparkling. “That was so much fun...!!”

“I know I sure had fun slugging that creep,” Deuce agrees.

Slowly, but surely, the cloud over your mind dissipates.

When everything is clear again, you collapse, crying, into your friends’ arms.

Who needs true love when you’ve got the best of friends by your side?  They’re the heroes you’ve always needed.

[kekoma]

— nishinoya as your boyfriend.

alexa play short kings anthem by tmg. hope you enjoy.

blink blink. wow yeah okay.. many many thoughts with yuu. maybe too many.

just gonna say— before the relationship even started, he chased after you.

the team found it surprising since he really left the kiyoko simp club. no one really saw it coming but they were supporting.

def vents to tanaka about how cute you are and everything.

he’s truly that whipped for you.

gonna slip in that he isn’t that shy around you if he knows but it you’re someone completely new and he met you through one of the teammates or even kiyoko then his shyness will most likely amplify.

can’t convince me that noya DIDN’T try flirting with you by using the tricks and tips he learned from tanaka.

just won’t happen. he definitely threw in the “marry me!” line and you just had to blink twice to process the whole situation before telling him “no.”

was he heartbroken that day? yeah. but did he try again the next week? yeah he did with no shame we’ll never know.

anyways... we’ve all seen the way he acts towards kiyoko, yeah? now all that treatment solely goes to you.

and because of, mans has probably growled and gave one of the deadliest glares at one of your peers all because they had the nerves to tell their friends how cute you were and they planned on asking you for your number.

let’s just say that peer started avoiding you all because they feared yuu would probably beat them up.

now when you two start going out, his protectiveness amps.

especially when he invites you to his games and the one of the teammates from the opponent side decides they want to try their luck with you.

“i think i’m gonna go over and talk to her. wish me luck!” the guy would say while nudging his friend.

but before he could even take one step, noya is already giving him a strange look and mumbling about how you’re off limits.

sometimes he may go a little overboard so give him a small kiss on the cheek or whack on the head— all up to you babes.

something i personally want to add and firmly believe.. you two probably have a snap streak together.

can’t tell me i’m wrong because i won’t stand for it.

the score is probably sitting at 1,287 or higher but just know it’s there.

if you so happened to lose it one day or night then prepare yourself.

“Y/N!! OUR STREAKS! IT’S GONE!”

“i know i know and i’m sorry babe.”

“do you... do you even love me anymore?”

“of course i do! how couldn’t i love you?!”

he’s a bit dramatic.

in the end, he finds a way of getting the score back while mumbling how much he’s ‘living in Spain but without the s’ and etc.

all good though. he def gets over it but you now have no choice but to remember it and keep it going.

side fact; he won’t accpet black screens from you either. the picture has to have your face in it because he loves admiring your beauty.

even screenshots some of them too.

moving on— the whole relationship is goofy and extremely loving but there are some days where he isn’t 100% that.

won’t get too much into it but just know, he’s gonna need you to be there for him and snap him out of his moods (if it’s possible)

anyways, yuu is THE definition of affectionate puppy too.

there’s not a day that goes by when he doesn’t remind you about how much he loves you and uses pda in a way to remind.

also he invites you to all his games and in return, if you’re in any sports or musically talented then he shows up to those events.

even brings snacks or/and a few flowers while telling you how amazing you were (he would cook but umm... mans isn’t skilled enough for that yet so snacks will have to do)

overall very supportive of everything you do and makes time to show up to any events— even if you don’t tell him.

speaking of pda from earlier, let’s get into it.

in public— he’s HUGE on pda.

can literally go from slight brushes against each other skins, such as his hand brushing against yours, to dead on holding you.

doesn’t care if he gets clowned on for it— you’re his and that’s all that matters.

but if you aren’t a huge fan about public pda for some reason then tell him. yuu is quick to stop and work around it so you’re comfortable too.

vvv respectful and we stan that.

noya’s top favorite pda with you though is 🥁🥁🥁 hand holding. yeah yeah it’s basic but the action alone lets everyone know you’re his baby and that’s what matters.

now when you two are alone.. that’s a different story.

might be a little more touchy and definitely likes to kiss you more.

loves.. let me say it again, LOVES cuddling with you for sure.

vv versatile too. he doesn’t mind being little spoon if you requested it and if you’re in a bad mood then he won’t mind being the big spoon and comforting you.

truly just depends on the day and mood.

something to point out since mood was mentioned, yuu knows exactly how to comfort you well with his words and it’s a little surprising sometimes.

he likes knowing he has the ability to cheer you up but if you’re someone who wants to be left alone sometimes then noya lets you be for few before coming back and asking if you want to cuddle, talk or do something.

vvv sweet. almost teeth rotting sweet.

but cuddles is must with him. don’t argue with me about it.

side note; if you two have a size difference.. he doesn’t care. actually likes it since he knows he can bury his face into your chest whenever you two cuddle. you don’t even have to have big boobs either— just let him rest there and he won’t complain.

that’s the ultimate dream right there for him. would happily sleep there any time and day.

hmm nicknames? nicknames.

this part is gonna be a bit short because yuu is built differently.

for sure he calls you babe and baby but occasionally he’ll come up with the most weirdest pet names (like how he created the name ‘rolling thunder’) for you.

sometimes it just leaves you wondering how you’ve managed to come this far with him but we’ll never know.

again, something short so now we’re on to dates.

off the rip, study dates are on there.

“come on babe! we could go on better dates than this...”

“yuu... your last test scores were below 70% and i’m just trying to help you pass so you can continue being apart of volleyball.”

“i know but can’t we—”

“if you can pack most of this down and answer 3 questions right, i’ll kiss you, maybe even cuddle and we can go out for ice cream too. although you’re paying.”

“say less.”

gotta keep this boy using his brain and he actually does better with grades now because of you. 

besides that, most of the dates you’ve two gone on were; picnics, roller skating, watching the sunset, ice dream dates, and anything that fits both of your personalities (if that makes any sense)

def takes a bunch of polaroid pictures of you, keeps them in his phone case and wallet. can’t convince me he doesn’t.

also shows them off to tanaka and the team about how gorgeous you are too. just regular simp behavior.

side fact: yuu writes down whatever song played first during the dates you two go on and writes them on the white part of the polaroids. 

also made a playlist for you that spells out a secret message if you pay close attention to the titles.

i’m gonna end this (before my brain short circuits)— dating nishinoya is fun. this short king deserves all the love in the world so BE THE ONE THAT GIVES IT TO HIM.

© all content belongs to kekoma 2020. do not repost, modify or translate.

[twstarchives]

Happy Birthday・Jade

Card: Birthday Attire - SSR Characters: Jade & Yuu. Mentioned: Floyd

Chapter 1

—OCTAVINELLE DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

NRC Campus News Interview with the Birthday Student ~Jade ver.~

Yuu: Happy birthday!

Jade: Thank you very much.

How are you feeling with everyone celebrating for you?

Jade: I’m deeply honored that everyone has come to celebrate for Floyd and me.

However, while this might be unusual for me, I’m rather embarrassed with so many people wishing me a happy birthday.

Have your parents sent you anything?

Jade: Yes, we received a birthday message from our mother.

“Jade-san and Floyd-san, are you eating enough everyday?”

“It’s wonderful that you’re enjoying life on land, but remember to come let us see your faces at home every once in a while.”

...She seems to be concerned about how we’re faring.

Although, messages from her are not a rare occurrence; she contacts us nearly everyday.

Our mother has always been one to worry.

Could you tell us a memory you have about your birthday?

Jade: A memory... Oh, yes. I’ll share a story from my childhood.

It wasn’t just our relatives that would come over for our birthday every year—but associates from our father’s work as well.

And they gave us mountains of presents.

What kinds of things did you get?

Jade: All sorts of things: sweets, seaweed eye masks, and strange toys that one could only acquire on land.

However, among those were also luxury substances that clearly no child would need.

It seems those presents were from desperate people trying to gain our father’s favor... er, rather, his trust.

Our father always made sure anyone who sent us those deeply meaningful gifts also left their signatures...

On a document which read, “This gift was given to you out of good faith, and we will not request anything in return for it.”

Even our father had a tendency to worry at times, just like our mother.

Well, they do say that married couples take after each other... It’s good that they get along well.

...Just what kind of household do you two come from...?

Jade: Heheh, this is simply a family-run line of work. We do all sorts of meaningless business with all kinds of people... It’s very normal.

Chapter 2

—OCTAVINELLE DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

What kind of things do you like?

Jade: Terrariums.

I nurture wildlife from land in transparent cases such as glass containers and fish tanks. It’s quite profound.

Could you tell us what made you start doing terrariums? 

Jade: I started because of the Sea Witch from the Great Seven.

There’s a tale where she kept little creatures inside bottles.

I wanted to have a little more understanding of an eminent figure I admired, so that is how it began.

When I was still at home, I had already grown various things inside bottles.

What do you like about terrariums?

Jade: Hm... Perhaps the fact that I’m in control of them.

It takes the skill of a supervisor to keep harmony in the worlds inside each bottle.

Whether they live or die is also up to me...

Managing terrariums almost feels like I’m the ruler of a little garden, so to speak.¹

But above all else, I can grow them at my own pace, so it’s very relaxing.

Although, it doesn’t always go exactly how I wish for it to.

Plants I picked myself will wither out of nowhere, unexpected plants will sprout from soil I gathered along the mountains...

Surprise occurrences like those are simply another one of its charms.

Are surprises fun for you?

Jade: Yes. It would just be boring if everything went the way I wanted it to.

My knowledge of wildlife on land is still rather minimal, so oftentimes I’m not sure how I should take care of one...

That is why I have such a strong interest in terrariums.

Chapter 3

—OCTAVINELLE DORM - BIRTHDAY PARTY VENUE—

Could you tell us a memory about your earring, if any?

Jade: Oh my, are you curious about this on my left ear?

Heheh, very well. I’ll talk about it. Although, this story is from a little while ago...

Before we were in middle school, a sturgeon once challenged Floyd and me to a fight.

That sturgeon had the most beautiful scales on him.

We were very intrigued, and asked if we could please have its scales if we won.

I’m sure you can guess what happened.

Yes. We were able to successfully win against him, and he gave us his beautiful scales.

We fixed them up, and now they are the earrings Floyd and I wear.

It’s very beautiful.

Jade: Thank you. I’m happy to have something I’m fond of complimented.

The sturgeon appears as a powerful figure in a verse of one of the spells the Sea Witch left behind...²

So it’s very popular to use sturgeon scales as amulets in the Coral Sea.

What else is popular in the Coral Sea?

Jade: Hm... Ah, yes. Fireworks are extremely popular.

Whenever fireworks are happening on land, many merfolk swim up to the surface to admire them.

Floyd and I have gone near beaches on nights with fireworks as well.

Everyone is preoccupied looking at the sky, so those on land usually don’t notice us.

Did you know that long ago, merfolk used to think fireworks were jellyfish flying in the sky?

I would think they’re much too extravagant to be jellyfish, but... heheh. It’s an amusing misconception.

Thank you for sharing all of this with us. Once again, happy birthday!

1. Like I’m the ruler of a little garden

The topic of terrariums & their correlation to Ursula most likely come from this line of hers in The Little Mermaid:

EN: King Triton’s headstrong, lovesick girl would make a charming addition to my little garden. JP: That lovesick girl will soon become but a flower to decorate my little garden.

2.  A sturgeon ... in the spells the Sea Witch left behind

References Ursula’s incantation in Poor Unfortunate Souls.

EN: Beluga Sevruga, come winds of the Caspian Sea JP: Beluga Sevruga, sturgeon of the Caspian Sea

[astringofmadhousefloozies]

Surprises

Surprises of all kinds, found after a shopping trip goes wrong. Content warning for coarse language, sexuality, threats of violence, mentions of suicide and incest, and copious amounts of headcanons.

As always, there is more in my Twisted Wonderland Fanfiction tag, and send me a message if you liked it, I crave positive feedback.

~*~*~*~

TXT: where the fuck are you guys it's already quarter past

After a few minutes, you got a ding.

M: idia doenst want t leave something about a person see you aftr he needs freind

Oh goddammit, it's so fucking hard to get him out and about. At least Mal was with him.

You looked to Grim at your feet. "Looks like it's just us, buddy."

~*~*~*~

It was just you and Grim browsing through the dollar store, when a boy in a ratty shop apron came up to you. "Ma'am?"

You turned to him, and he coughed. "Uh, Miss. You're not supposed to have pets in the store."

Grim bristled at him. "I'm not a pet!"

Poor kid, he looked so startled. And you decided to make it worse, because yanno, why not. "How dare you refer to my son as a pet! Does he look like a pet to you?"

He looked between your face and Grim's, confusion growing. "Wh-"

"I know the resemblance isn't the strongest, but honestly! How could you say such mean things about him!"

Grim, bless him, actually caught on and decided to play along for the chaos of it. "Why are you being so mean to me? My mom works hard to keep me happy! She said I could pick out a toy today!"

The confusion had turned to anger. "That's not your kid! You're too young and he's an animal!"

Grim looked up at you, mock tears in his eyes. "I'm your kid, right? I'm not adopted like the boys at school say?" He started sniffling. "I'm not adopted, right?"

You clapped your hands over Grim's ears and glared at the now horrified shopboy. "Look what you've done! I hadn't told him yet!"

He just fled in horror, and it was all you could do to keep from laughing.

~*~*~*~

The village on the island wasn't the worst appointed. Being equidistant between two prestigious magic schools, it had a few places worth going, and after hitting up your personal favourite, you went to a small park, settled down on a bench, and started unwrapping your prizes.

You have a love for gashapon machines that bordered on a serious problem. In your biweekly trips to buy snacks and supplies to stock up your miserable, beautiful dorm, you easily fed 3000 madol (which you think was about thirty-five dollars or so at home, but couldn't be sure) into the long rows of machines in the drug store, coming out with tiny keychains, figures, and various useless but wonderful little totchkes that you kept lined up in rows in your bedroom. The joys of tiny presents! And the containers were useful too; for a creature who heavily insisted he wasn't a cat, Grim lost his shit like one every time your rolled a ball with a bell inside across the floor.

You were marveling over a tiny, perfectly realistic jellyfish on a phone strap as someone sat down heavily beside you. "Is that," they pointed to Grim poking his way around the cattails by an ornamental pond, "yours?"

"... Yes?" You turned to examine your seatmate. Charmingly strange looking, they sat impeccably robed in forest green velvet and squinted at you from behind perfectly round sunglasses. Flat-faced and thin-lipped, they reminded you of a toad, with their roundness and severe expression.

"Ah, then you are the one I am looking for. You're the pet of the prince."

"I'm a friend of his. Is that a problem?" You decided to keep opening your prizes, and pulled out a heavy ball from the bottom of your bag.

"His Highness does not have human friends."

"And yet, I am." This one, unwrapped, was the chase in the set: a tiny cauldron the size of a thimble that seemed to be actual cast iron. The chill of it was pleasant in your hand, and instead of returning it to your bag, you left it in your lap.

This presumptive stranger leaned in. "You're a diversion. A distraction from what he should be learning. Instead he plays with mortals and lets them forget their place."

"If it was so important that he didn't play with mortals, then why was he allowed to attend here?" You got a cheap set of rings on a goldtone chain in this one. Boo. You'd wanted the miniature necklace of the set for your doll. "He's very happy with the company of us all."

"Too happy. He forgets his place." The toady eyed the glittering paste gems before looking away. "Above you. Instead he crawls into your lap and serves you like a dog."

You froze. "Now, where did you get that idea?"

"We have sources." They leaned in further, smiling. A barely perceptible line of triangular teeth, sparsely placed and translucent in tone. "Foul things happen to the unwanted lovers of heirs, don't you know?"

"I am a wanted friend." 

"You're a parasite who should flee."

You realized something, and turned to face your strange benchmate. "Why are you threatened by me?"

They scoffed. "Why would we be threatened by you?"

"If you weren't," you said, dropping your voice as your leaned in, "then you wouldn't be here trying to put the fear into me." They leaned back, glasses slipping off their nose. The eyes in their face were exquisite, shining gold and black speckles with a ring of gold around an oval pupil. You could help but laugh. "Pretty eyes. You really are a toad. Who sent you? The Thorn Witch? Can't be, I'm not worth her time and if I was, she'd've sent a fucking letter."

"We're a concerned party, preventing our future king from making the mistake of dealing with filth." 

Well, that one pissed you off. You grabbed their wrist, feeling bumps and warts on their skin through the fabric, and pressed the tiny cauldron to the back on their hand as they started screeching.

"You," you looked them dead in their impossibly lovely eyes, "You go back where you came from, tell them I'm not a threat to whatever stupid bullshit they're worried about, and never bother us again. Or I will make you swallow this and you'll beg the precious prince you're so damned worried about to burn you alive to stop the pain."

You'd never seen anyone run so fast in your life when you let them go.

"Hey, Grim! We gotta go."

~*~*~*~

TXT: MAL SOMEONE SENT ME A TOADY SAYING I CAN'T BE AROUND YOU ANYMORE

TXT: MIGHTA BEEN YOUR GMA BUT I DON'T THINK SO

~*~*~*~

"I'm gonna kill that fucker."

"Killing them might start an international incident. If one hasn't happened already. You burnt them with iron, Yuu."

"I should have done worse! Whoever the fuck they were, that's two friends they've tried to threaten to stay away from you! That we know of!"

It turns out that the mystery toady had been the person to scare the piss out of Idia the night before. Not that they'd gotten far into their leave-the-prince-alone spiel, Idia had simply kicked them square in the stomach and fled, assuming another kidnapping attempt.

"It wouldn't have been my grandmother. In the last letter I got from her, she said it was very nice that I was making friends. She said to keep making them, even."

"She'd probably care if she knew you were sleeping with said friends." Idia was curled into the corner of his bed, and from the looks of it hadn't slept since his own encounter.

"No she wouldn't."

"You sure about that?"

You'd said that that was only going to happen once. Everyone agreed. But when all three of you settled in to play a game or watch a movie, hands moved and bodies flushed and you all seemed to find yourself tangled and gasping. And it didn't seem to require all three of you - you no longer had the strength to say no to Mal's obvious advances, and you'd walked in on your boys more than once. At least you were still friends? Really, really close friends?

"She wouldn't."

"Could they be worried about heirs?" That seemed logical. Even if no accidents were happening, they might not know that.

"That's not possible."

You raised an eyebrow. Everything worked right, and you all knew it.

Mal looked back at you. "Yuu, I hatched from an egg. I could have you both five times a day for a decade and all there would be to show for it is you couldn't walk. I cannot have children with either of you without magical intervention."

Idia made a truly impressive death rattle before mumbling something about the end of his bloodline, and you just nodded. "Makes sense."

"It's quite interesting, really, it requires numerous spells and potions, that if not kept up on, the babe will-" Malleus placed his hands together, back to back, and mimed the motion of tearing something open.

You flinched. "That's awful, goddamn."

"I have a direct ancestor who took a great deal of human women as breeding stock and simply let them be eaten from the inside out. That's what started one of the earlier human/faerie wars." 

"... Wow."

"I am not proud of her."

"Can we please talk about anything else?" Idia looked ready to be sick. "I don't want to think about any of this."

"Sure, let's grab one of your doujins."

~*~*~*~

"So you're already engaged?"

"As soon as it was clear I would survive to adulthood, yes. Idia, what is this series?"

"Nyan Neko Sugar Girls. It's not that great storywise, but it has great gags." He reached over and grabbed the next one in his pile. "It's not that unusual. My mother wanted Ortho to marry my cousin Alecto when they grew up, before..."

"Before he made a lifestyle change?" That seemed the politest way to put it.

"Before she went to the criminal ward."

You shut your book with a soft thump. "What?"

"I remember the trial." Mal sighed. "Strychnine in the sugar bowl at Sunday dinner. I made sure to get the newspapers sent to the palace."

"Mother was heartbroken over it, until she realized that the wealth of that entire Shroud branch defaulted back to us." Idia shrugged. "It's sad. She was just eleven. I still send her emails."

"Idia."

"Mm?"

"Why the fuck would an eleven year old poison someone?"

"My uncle said she couldn't get a puppy until her grades went up."

"What the fuck." You'd lie down if you weren't already doing so.

"It's the curse." He sighed. "We thought she might've been from an affair? But that proved it."

"My dearest Shroud, you can't guarantee it was from the curse." Malleus turned a page. "It might have been trauma from her mother's death."

You could see more bad history incoming. "Oh no."

"Alecto was from Uncle Jo's first marriage, to my dad's cousin Alita. She had a sister, but when her mother drowned herself, she only took-"

"Is this normal for your family? Or is that just some exceptional bad luck?"

He leaned in, lamplight eyes flashing. "Out of all the Shrouds of my generation that are still capable of inheriting, I'm the most mentally sound."

Both you and Mal had to stop and really consider the implications of that.

"So, Mal. Yours isn't that closely related?"

"Fifth cousins at most when they're finally born."

You sat up. "What?"

"I'm supposed to marry the third grandchild of the Hollyoak Baron. They're a well-respected family, and of snake fae descent so little aid will be needed for conception. His eldest child is in..." He had to think about what words to use. " I believe the term is 'middle school'?"

"They really planned it that far ahead?"

Mal shrugged, the movement rolling down his whole body. "I cannot complain. It gives me a very long time to learn how to be a husband before I have to be one."

"But what if you don't like them?"

"Marriage is chiefly a contract to produce heirs. I'll learn to like them, and ideally love them."

"And if you don't?"

"I'll still treat them as kindly as I can."

"And I suppose you'd take a lover."

"Maybe. They can too, as long as all the children are mine. For legal reasons," he added.

Idia, snapping out of his thoughts, tapped Mal's shoulder. "Does the Hollyoak Baron have any friends who are toad faeries?"

It was Mal's turn to sit up. "That... He could be worried that if I have favourites at school, I'll resent my betrothed for not being either of you. Or that I would attempt to break it off entirely."

"That still doesn't tell us how he found out about..." You gestured around the room.

Idia rolled his eyes. "All that would have to happen is any one student from the Valley of Thorns writing a letter home."

"But -"

"Malleus, you're not shy in your affections. At all."

"Yes I am," he bristled.

~*~*~*~

"Mal?"

"Mmph?"

"You have to put me down. I have class."

He made a slightly different mmph and shook his head.

You tried to pat his head, but your arms were securely pinned to your sides. "I know they're fantastic, but you have to stop."

He still refused to remove his face from your chest, making a noise that could have been purring if it cane from anyone who was a proper mammal.

"Mal, we're blocking traffic."

He still wasn't putting you down, instead swaying slightly in place.

A familiar long-fingered hand with dark nails reached from behind you and tugged at Mal's lapel. "Malleus, please stop, it's ten AM and everyone is staring."

Mal finally put you down - only to switch targets, wrapping his arms around Idia's waist and pulling him flush, fixing him with such a look of besotted fondness that you immediately felt like you were intruding.

"You look beautiful today."

Idia immediately burst into a ball of pink flame.

~*~*~*~

"... Perhaps I am a bit obvious."

Idia stared up at his ceiling. "You'd be at home in my otome games."

You chimed in. "What would be obvious, in your mind?"

"Very easy. I finish the paperwork declaring you Lord and Lady of the Bedchamber and have you officially ensconced as Court of Thorns royalty, ensuring you're both taken care of for the rest of your days."

"... Finish?"

"It seemed the easiest thing to do if either of you chose to visit my homeland."

You swatted his leg. "And you didn't think to ask us first?"

Mal was starting to clue in that he had once again overreached himself. "... Surprise?"

"I'm okay with it."

You glared over at Idia. "That's not the point."

"Look, if I ever get disinherited, I have a place to go. He won't make me go outside if I don't want to. I'll bring Ortho. It'll be great."

"They don't even have dial-up over there, Idia. Lilia told me he had to get all this stuff installed to play his MMOs."

Idia pointed at Mal, easy smile turned to outrage. "How dare you try and trap me!"

It honestly seemed like Mal and Idia had switched expressions, the look of worry on his face so strange. "It's a protective measure! If you're titled, people will get in trouble if they try and remove you!"

"That's still... wait." The gears were turning in your head. "If you finish that paperwork, whoever sent Mixter Toad is going to get in so much more trouble."

Everyone went silent as they considered this.

"... As soon as I get the official permission from my grandmother. She won't like it very much, but if I explain..."

Idia turned to Mal. "You were going to make your human fucktoys official members of the Court of Thorns without telling your grandmother, the queen. Who has a notable and often justified dislike of humans."

"No?"

"Mal."

"I simply prepared ahead."

"Mal."

"I - "

"Malleus." You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're so goddamned stupid. Love you."

He didn't say it back with words, but you got the message loud and clear.

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Week 1 - Classic Horror - The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Author’s Note: Happy October everyone! Here is my promised start of TWST Halloween 2021! Starting off with a classic story, the story of Jekyll and Hyde, one of my favorite psychological horror/thriller books! It may not be super well-known, but it’s well known in the old literature community as most likely one of the first psychological stories about the human condition! So, as celebration of the story I love so much, I will be putting a spin on the classic tale with my OC Quentin! I hope I did the story of Jekyll and Hyde some justice!

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death and rape, and an ending that. . . Is kind of ambiguous. 

Crow’s Dusk is a quiet town. 

It’s always been that way, ever since I moved into this small town with my spouses. 

I’ve always loved this small town. Despite the fact it’s mostly divided into eight parts and everyone mostly keeps to their part of town, it’s often so calm and quiet in this town, you can take a stroll at night, meet someone new without being afraid of being killed, and meet them again the next day at one of the many schools in this town and become friends. It’s so much different than my home where being murdered was a very real threat.  

For the most part, this town doesn’t stand out compared to others that make national news for things like plagues or mass murders despite this small town holding some of the most advanced schools in the country. Sure, we have bar fights that our police gave up on cracking down on, a church whose not really all that serious about it’s work, and celebrities that stop by the town so often or live here that I can call most of them by name. Hell, a world-famous actor came by my house the other day to ask for more sugar and flour and I called him by his first name and offered a drink at the bar next time I saw him.

It’s quite strange, thinking about this town in the grand scheme of things, really.

We’re all so different, and yet, we live in the same area.

It almost makes me-

“Quentin, darling?” Eadwine called from the balcony in a white shawl covering her nightgown.

“Yes, Eadwine, my love?” I called back, walking back to her.

“You’re still dressed, dear. Come inside, it’s almost midnight.” Eadwine pouted in that cute way she always did when she was worried, as she came and took my shawl that I wore. “Have you slept at all?”

“Forgive me. I just was clearing my head after an meeting.” I must’ve said, guilty, as she pouted more.  

“Geez. I swear, they keep you so late.” Eadwine said, opening the door to our home and putting my shawl on the rack. “I might have to go to a meeting myself to see what all those late night meeting are about.”

“Well, you know the council, paranoid as always.” I sighed, as I followed Eadwine to the kitchen. “At least I have no paperwork this time.” 

“With all these incidents happening, I almost don’t blame them for their worries, my loves.” Another familiar voice chimed in, and sooner after, I felt a warm kiss on the forehead. “I’m glad you got home safe, Quentin my dear. I was getting worried.”

“Indeed.” I smiled as best as I could at him. “I am home. And can eat some wonderful food instead of food from the bar.”

“Then, let’s go eat.” Eadwine smiled. “The fireplace is still going. You can tell me all about the meeting while we cuddle!”

“Yes, yes. No time to waste.” I joked, as I was guided to out living room by the loves of my life.

There was knock at the door. Strange, the paper came in a few hours ago, it wasn’t the milkman or mailman, way too late for them. 

Who was it at this early in the morning? 

“Ah, yes, coming!” I called, and opened the door to see. . . Epel Felmier. “Epel? What’s the matter?”

“Is Quentin up?” Epel asked very seriously, panting and out of breath. 

“Yes, she went to visit the asylum to check on the patients, as she normally does in the morning.” I said, “Why?”

Epel seemed relieved, tried to get inside the house. “I need to use your phone, right now.”

“Epel, please tell me what’s happening!” I said, preventing him from getting inside. “You can’t just say that and expect me to not ask any questions!”

“I can’t.” Epel said, trying to push past me. “Vil said this isn’t something I say to just anyone. It needs to be to council members only.”

“Well you know, so I’d say that’s off the table.” I said, sternly while holding my ground. “You clearly know! Just tell me!”

Epel seemed so surprised he stopped trying to push past me, blinked a few times. 

“Fine.” He said, stopping trying to push past me. “But we have to be inside and you have to swear to me not to say a word about this.”

I nodded. “Alright.” And I move aside, letting Epel in. 

So, after I sat him down and started to make tea right in front of him, I simply asked. “So, what’s the matter?”

“Old man Crowley’s been murdered.” 

“What?” I said, almost dropping the cup I was preparing for Epel. “I’m sorry, are you serious?”

“Yeah.” The lavender haired boy said. “He was found by Yuu while walking Grim.”

“I-I see.” I simply said, giving him his cup that he took and took a drink of.

Crowley’s been killed? 

Why?

Who would do such a thing? This town- It’s so quiet and peaceful. Nobody really hates anyone else. Sure, we fight with each other, but we make up soon after. It’s impossible to not in such a small town.

Who would be so mad that they would kill Old Man Crowley?

“Mrs. Eadwine?” Epel asked.  

“Sorry. I’m just so shocked. It’s just. . . It seems so strange in a town like this.” I said, as I stood up, fixed my dress. “Yes, you can use the phone. This way.”

“Thank you.” Epel said, as he followed me to the kitchen, but upon seeing a steak I’d made last night. He stood there, watching the steak. I stopped upon noticing, ��Do you want it? It will take a few moments for me to get Quentin.”

To which Epel’s face light up, showing a genuine smile I haven’t seen from him yet. “’Eally Ed-wine? ‘Ank you!” He smiled, as he took the meat for himself, and after a few seconds, he seemed embarrassed. “A-Ah. Sorry about that. Got a little to excited there. Where are the cutlery?”

I laughed because of his cuteness, and pointed to the drawer he was standing in front of “Right below you.”

Which earned another smile and a ‘thank you’ from Epel as I picked up the phone, and put in the number to the asulyum. 

“Yes, this is Dusk Asylum. How can I help you?” A voice on the other side said. I didn’t know this person, nor did I quite care. 

“I’m Quentin Nighty-Sallow’s wife, Eadwine Nighty-Sallow. I need to speak with her right now.”

“Huh? I mean, yes, I can do that as Quentin is free right now, but what is the matter?” The other person on the other side asked. “It’s not often you call.”

“Something has come up in our family. And I need to tell Quentin about it.” I said, which seemed to make the other person on the other side of the line stay quiet for a few minutes but simply make a ‘hmph.’ noise. 

“Alright. Please wait a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” The person said, and sure enough, soon after the person came back. “Here she is.”

“Eadwine?” Quentin concerned voice made me soften for a moment. Her voice full of concern. . . It’s so. . . motherly it makes me want to be in her warm, loving embrace so badly. “What’s the matter?”

“Epel needs to speak with you. It’s urgent.” I said, making sure to be serious. 

Quentin was silent for a few minutes. “Is he with you?”

“Yes. I’ll hand it over to him.” I said, and made a gesture to Epel to make him come over. He did, and then he took the phone as I stood to the side, making sure to give the two space to speak, but close enough if Epel needed me he could see me. 

The conversation was actually quite short. Epel’s side of the conversation went something like this, “Good afternoon Mrs. Quentin. . . Yes, it is wonderful to hear from you, it’s been so long, but unfortunately I didn’t come to talk, I’m actually here for Vil. . . Yes. . . No. Old Man Crowley’s been killed. . . And we don’t know who did it but Yuu’s panicking really badly. . . .Yes. . . Yes. . . When can you get off work? . . . Ah? . . . Yes, he did. . . And, yes, I was planning on it, to help out. . . Really?!” Epel’s eyes lit up. “Thanks a lot Mrs. Quentin! I owe you one! I’ll go be with the others, then! Thanks so much!” 

And then he hung up with a smile. 

“Everything alright now?” I asked which earned a nod from Epel. 

“Yes, she said she’d take care of everything and I should go back home for today to rest from that startling revelation and she’ll pull some strings to let me get off school for today so I can be with Yuu and the others. She’s the best!” Epel smiled happily again, to which I nodded. 

“That’s why I married her. Go on.” I smiled. “Go enjoy your day off.”

Epel then nodded, and almost took off out of the house before he stopped. “Ah. Would you mind if we stop by since you, well, know and we have no place else we can be in?”  

I laughed and then nodded again. “No, I do not mind at all. But normally Amiel, Azazel and Quentin all come home around twelve to have lunch with me so I don’t feel alone in this big house all day. I hope you don’t mind if we all have lunch together.” 

Epel shook his head. “No, it’s quite alright. What’s on for lunch?” 

“Amiel asked for breakfast foods since his work has been hard lately. So I was thinking of egg sandwiches since our chickens have been making too many eggs lately.” I smiled, which earned a nod for Epel. 

“I see. Deuce will love it then.” Epel smiled, as he turned back towards the door. “I’ll be back then.” 

I waved to him as I walk towards him, and as soon as Epel left, I waved goodbye. 

“Oh dear. How am I going to make food for eleven people?” I then asked myself, as I closed the door. 

I'd never been to an emergency meeting before.

In a small town like this, meeting happened once a month, if at all that month.

So, to say I was nervous was. . . A bit understating things. Though luckily, I wasn't the only one who was a little nervous about this meeting.

"What? The mayor's dead?" Kalim Al-Asim, the head of the Scarabia district said, as if he wasn't informed.

"Yes. He's been killed." Vil Schoenheit said. "Someone stomped him to death."

"What?!" Riddle Rosehearts said. "How?! How do you stomp a person to death?!"

"You'd be surprised how easy it is for some." Azul Ashengrotto sneered, looking at Leona.

"Shut it Octopus." Leona Kingscholar growled at the mafia man. "Our guys said it wasn't them. They are at the bar when this shit went down."

"Moving on," Vil said. "Yuu and Grim need a home now. And, they said that they saw who it was."

The whole room went silent.

"They saw the person who killed Crowley?" Riddle clarified, which Vil nodded.

"Then who was it?" Ortho Shroud, who was standing in for Idia Shroud spoke up.

"According to Yuu, the person. . . Had really black hair. And didn't even look human." Vil said. "They couldn't even tell if was a boy or a girl."

"Eehhhhh." The group seemed to say.

"That narrows nothing down." Leona said. "We have lots of people with black hair and a black cloak."

"We'll be here all night debating who it is if we keep this up." I spoke up. "I'll take in Yuu and Grim. No matter the case, those two need a new home. My house is pretty big. I'll take them in."

"I figured you'd say that." Vil sighed. "Quentin, we can't tiptoe around this. We need that information."

"I know." I sighed. "But Yuu won't talk if they don't feel safe, plus, there’s no point debating this. We’ll just end up putting someone’s head in a noose without evidence."

Vil sighed again. "Fine. You're the master at this, so I'll trust you on this."

Mrs. Quentin’s Mansion was bigger than I thought it would be. 

Yes, it was rumored that she was pretty rich, but I didn’t think her house was. . . At least three stories high! From how she normally acts, she doesn’t seem to be quite as rich as her house says she is. She even has a fountain and personal gate in front of her house!  

“God, Quentin has a huge house.” Ace Trappola said. “She definitely can house at least you and Grim, if not a good amount of the city comfortably.” 

“I know she’s a world-famous psychologist and a diplomat for a royal family, but, it’s strange seeing her house when Quentin is so different than the other council members who are so stuck up with their money.” Deuce Spade said. 

“Yeah.” Epel Felmier sighed. “But I like her home. It has a homey-feel to it.”

“True.” Ace smirked. “It’s so much better than Section Mayor Rosehearts house. His house is so clean and proper it makes me sick sometimes.”

“Pffft.” Jack Howl laughed. “You should see Section Mayor Kingscholar's place. It puts all the others houses to shame.”

“Master Draconia’s house is the best!” Sebek Zigvolt piped up. 

“Yes, yes. We all know you like Section Mayor Draconia.” Ace sneered, causing Sebek to give a look of shock. 

“What’d you say?!” 

“Oh, there she is.” Das Alvah spoke up, and sure enough, there was a female figure coming towards them. 

A woman with long brown hair, wearing a green and brown dress, surprisingly not so formally dressed. The woman then opened up the gate, letting the young townspeople in. 

“Good afternoon!” The woman smiled. “Welcome to my home! I’m happy you all made it safely!” 

“Thanks for inviting us!” Deuce said, politely seeming rather embarrassed. 

“And thanks for you food~!” Ace smirked, as he walked towards the big house, with a few of my bags in hand. 

“Come now, no need to be polite since we all know each other already, Eadwine just finished lunch. Let’s all eat before it gets cold.” Quentin smiled, and gestured the group to come in. And, the group did and Quentin closed the gate behind the group, and lead the group inside the home. 

“Hey, Mrs. Quentin?” Deuce asked, as the group came inside the home. 

“Yes, what is it Deuce?” Quentin smiled at Deuce and then others.

“Where should we set Yuu and Grim’s stuff?” Deuce said, gestured to the things the others where holding for me. 

“Oh, anywhere is fine, really.” The council member smiled. “Eadwine said she’ll pick it up later.”

“Eh?! Is that really okay?!” Jack said, nervously. “This is your house after all.” 

Quentin laughed. “We’re here to have lunch and hang out together, not to worry about luggage.” 

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because we can-”

Quentin sighed. “No, no. It’s alright, really. I know my house is pretty far from town and a lot has happened lately, so it must’ve been hard to get here. There’s no need to worry about things like luggage. We’ll take care of it later. For now, let’s eat and relax for a bit.”

“Yeah~!” Ace smiled, as he set down my stuff. “Quentin’s my kind of Council Member!”

“Alright, if you say so.” Deuce said, setting down my stuff with Epel, Jack, Sebek and Das following suit soon after, following Epel to the kitchen. 

"Hey! Amiel! You can't eat all of it!" A masculine voice said. "We have guests coming over!"

"Yeah, so?" Another voice said, as we entered unto the kitchen to see. . . Two men, one with blonde hair, one with dark brown hair. It seems the brown haired man was eating a bunch of food, while two blonde people where trying to stop him. "The chickens will make more!"

"Darlings, please!" A woman with blonde hair said, "The guests are here!"

As soon as the brown haired heard the guests where there, he stopped eating and looked up and upon seeing us, he blinks a few times, and then seems to turn into a prefect gentleman. “Ah! Welcome to our home!” Amiel said. “You must be tired! Come now, let’s all eat!”

The blonde male let out a tired sigh, while the blonde female let out a laugh. Though, it was hard to tell if it was awkward or mischievous in nature. 

“Ah~ Thanks for having us~!” Ace said, as he immediately started to eat some of the food. 

“Ah! Ace! Be polite!” Deuce said.

“Pffft! Not like you don’t want to do the same!” The red-haired boy said while gathering his food, which made the other boy nervous.��

“W-Well, you’re not wrong, but the host is here! Show some respect to them!” Deuce said, as he also started to gather food as well. The others started to follow suit, gathering the food and going into a sunroom, from all the windows in the room. 

And, for the most part, the day was spent in that room. I mean, we did explore Quentin’s house, but the sunroom was the place all of us decided to hang out with in for the day. Surprisingly, Ace, Deuce and the others stayed the night. Despite my insisting they go home, they stayed for dinner and we had a party until late into the night. 

Which, surprisingly, didn’t really affect our school day the next day. 

It became more and more often after the murder of Dire Crowley. 

More murders in the streets at night, but now more was happening during the nights. 

People where being raped by this ‘Figure in Black’ as the town dubbed them, houses where being robbed in the night as people slept with their valuables being destroyed, people being almost kidnapped by the figure, people being beaten in the streets by this figure, all sorts of bad things happening in the small town. At this point, everyone in this town had seen the figure and distrust was blooming like flowers in spring. Sections of the town where divided, gangs where formed in hopes of stopping this person, wearing black was practically forbidden, and rumors where spread of people possibly being suspects. Nooses where tied on trees, hoping the Figure in Black would happen to be nearby and be caught inside one of them. Innocents where being beaten in the streets in hopes of someone being caught. 

It was getting terrible. 

Years and years of trust and familiarity all out the window because of a figure we haven’t even seen. 

The Figure in Black haunts our streets, and the only thing we know about them for sure is they have black hair, yellow eyes, and look almost inhuman with a walking pattern. . . that seems both snooty and inhuman. Other sources contradict each other, like when Vil’s home was robbed he says the figure was wearing a full outfit under their iconic black coat that went to the floor. While local gangs who’d encountered the Figure in Black says the person wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and when the Figure would fight they’d see skin. Dirty skin, but skin nonetheless. There was just so much in the air about this Figure in Black. 

And, honestly, it’s so hard. I can’t do my job like this. 

Recently, there had been something left by the Figure in Black at one of the Professor’s houses. Professor Ashton Vargas specifically.

The word, “Narcissist” was written outside of the poor Professor’s house. In blood, according to some. 

And, it was a speculate. People from all over town came to see it in person, no matter the section of town you came from, people came to see. Council members, townspeople, all walks of life came to see it.

“Oh Gods! The Figure in Black actually wrote that in blood?! Whose blood is it?!”

“Maybe the person they murdered yesterday. Did you hear? They murder the head priest!”

“Argh! I’m gonna nab that guy myself! And in my territory too! He’s got some balls to pull that shit!” 

“I bet it was him! His handwriting is close to the writing!”

“Seriously?!”

“Urgh. I’m not cleaning this up. It’s so gross.”

“The gangs and police are useless. They aren’t even doing anything, look at them. They’re just standing there, dumbfounded. Absolute nimrods.”

“Yeah, useless bastards. What do we even let them around for?”

I’d come by just to speak with the council members there to inform them that Quentin. . . still refused to come out of her room. 

Quentin says she’s been sick the past few days, and from the crying and throwing up coming from her room, I’d be inclined to believe her. But, I myself haven’t really been with her in days, since she doesn’t want anyone to visit her while she’s like this. Yes, I’ve fed her, and helped her sleep and things like that, but other than that. . . She’s mostly kept to the bed. 

I hate when she’s like this. . .Because I can’t cuddle with her! She gives the best cuddles after she’s back from work! And her boobs are so warm and soft-

“Eadwine?” Riddle Rosehearts said, as the other council members turned around to look at what Riddle was talking about. “Tell me you have good news for me.”

I tilted my head. “I suppose that depends on what you mean by good news.”

“As in, your wife is suddenly better and can help us.” Vil Schoenheit said, putting a hand on his hip. 

“No. But she does feel awful for this happening. She’s tried to come out of her room multiple times, but she always ends up going back to bed or passing out.” 

“W-Well, that’s much better than yesterday.” Kalim Al-Asim offered, though he himself seemed pretty unsure of what to actually say to keep the mood up. 

“Not by much.” Azul Ashengrotto said. “What in Twisted Wonderland did she get sick with?”  

“But, there is a silver lining in this.” I stated. “She said she was up really late at night because she couldn’t sleep, and she made up some macrons.”

“Huh? Why was she baking at night? Doesn’t she know that she could get into trouble if she stays up?” Leona asked. 

I shrugged. “I asked, but she said she wasn’t thinking straight and she probably used up her luck for a year with not getting hurt by the Figure in Black.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” Riddle said, as he took a macron and others followed suit. “That woman must’ve gotten pretty lucky.”

“Despite being sick, Mrs. Quentin Nighty-Sallow makes good food.” Ortho smiled, which Kalim seemed to agree with as he made a happy noise. 

“Indeed. I must get her recipe for this. it’s pretty good.” Azul said. 

“Meh. Trey does better.” Riddle simply said. “But it’s pretty close, I’ll give her that.” 

As the Council Members took the macrons, I looked at the writing on the wall. 

Wait. . . That handwriting. It look familiar. 

“Ah. I see you’re no better than the other housewives.” Azul teased.

“I suppose.” I said. “But, isn’t the Figure in Black right though?”

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Well, Vargas is a narcissist, according to Quentin. It’s well know throughout the town he is pretty full of himself, and Quentin says that it is also called being a Narcissist. While I don’t like the blood on the wall, why would they do such a thing if the town already knows Vargas loves himself?”

The other seemed quiet for a moment, but after a few moments of silence, Azul spoke up. "You're right. This narrows things down."

"It does?" I asked.

"Yes. Since Narcissist is such a lesser known word, even I didn't know what the word meant, only people like Quentin would know it, hence they could use it." Riddle said simply. "We just need to narrow down to Quentin and those close with her, and keep an eye on them, and we'll catch the culprit."

“Well, that’s one way to see it.” I sighed. “But, are we really going to track down every person who knows the word Narcissist?”

“If that’s what it takes, yes.” Riddle said. 

I sighed. It was a foolish idea. But, well, I didn’t have one that was better.

I don’t have much time now. I wish I had more time but. . . She’s done something that has sped up the process of finding out it’s me. 

But. . . I haven’t been able to stop her yet! 

What am I supposed to do?! It’s only a matter of time before they find out it’s me! My days are numbered!

I. . . I haven’t avenged them! They. . .They! They can’t rest in peace with a woman like her wandering the streets! She can’t be allowed to wander the streets! She’ll destroy everything in this world without mercy!

That monster-she has to erased from this world.

For all those who’ve suffered! 

No one know must ever know the truth.

I have to stop her! 

I don’t know how, but I will!

I don’t know if I can stop her anymore, but I have to try! 

I. . .I did this! I’m the only one who can stop this!

I may not know the difference between what is right and what is wrong anymore, or even have a say in it, but. . . she cannot be allowed to walk the streets.

Winifred must be stopped, no matter the cost!  

Mrs. Quentin. . . Hasn’t come out of her room in days. 

She hasn’t come out for anything. Food, water, not even to use the bathroom. 

Mrs. Eadwine, Mr. Amiel and Mr. Azazel keep trying to get her to open the door and help her, but she’s boarded up the door and she’s begged us to let her out.  

I’ve. . . I’ve never heard her sound so desperate. Every time we try to talk to her. . . She sounds like she’s crying. She screams for us to please leave her alone, and that she doesn’t want us hurt. . . But what does she mean by that?

She’s been screaming other nonsense as well. 

Talking about a woman named Winifred. . . Saying everything it’s all her fault and she’s so sorry for everything. . . How she should just die already. . . It’s scary. 

I. . . I hate to see the woman who took me in act like this. Mrs. Quentin. . . She’s worked so hard as a council member. . . She’s helped out so many people in Crow’s Dusk, and yet, I can do nothing as she rots away in that room.

 Mrs. Eadwine also is starting to break. She. . . Can’t listen to Mrs. Quentin cry. She’s become less of a housewife and has wandered town, crying in hopes Quentin will leave one day. Mr. Amiel and Mr. Azazel aren’t much better. 

What are we supposed to do? The Nighty-Sallow house is falling apart, and I-

What am I supposed to do?

It’s hard to go home anymore. 

Quentin. . . I love her but. . . She’s tearing herself apart. 

I don’t get it! 

Why?! 

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, QUENTIN? 

DO YOU WANT ME TO SUFFER? BECUASE CAN’T YOU SEE?! I’M SUFFERING! IT HURTS! I CAN’T BEAR MUCH OF THIS ANYMORE! IT’S TOO MUCH! I HATE IT! I HATE IT!

DOES IT HURT THAT MUCH?! WHY WON’T YOU LET US HELP, THEN?! WHY ARE YOU WAILING IN PAIN ALL DAY AND NIGHT! IT PAINS ME TO HEAR YOU! WHY?! WHY?! WHY ARE YOU ACTING THIS WAY?!

WHY WON’T YOU LET US HELP?!?!

Ah. 

I’d wandered off from town again. I’d gone to Professor Vargas’ house again. I don’t know why, but i keep coming here.

“Urgh. Now’s not the time for this.” I said, wiping away my tears and then I saw it. 

The message written on the wall of Vargas’ house. 

He still hasn’t washed it, has he? Gods, what a-Wait.

I got closer. That letter i. That’s looks like. . . how Quentin does her i’s. The way the dot is-Wait.

No. No. No. 

It can’t be! 

There’s no way! 

She won’t do such a thing! She’s too kind, yes, she’d get mad at others, but she won’t hurt others! 

This doesn’t make sense!

I raced to our home, straight to where Quentin had locked herself up. “QUENTIN DESMONA! OPEN THIS DOOR! RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”

Silence. 

“QUENTIN! DON’T YOU DARE GIVE ME THE SILENT TREATMENT! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN THIS GODFORAKREN DOOR, NOW! OR SO HELP ME GOD I’LL SMASH THIS DOOR DOWN!”

Still silence. 

“FINE THEN! THIS DOOR IS COMING DOWN! YOU BETTER NOT BE NEAR IT WHEN I BREAK IT!”

One hit. It moved.

Two hits. The door made a strange noise.

Three hits. The door broke, I could see on the other side Quentin has stacked chairs and tables by the door. 

Four hits. The door broke even more.

Five hits. The door was gone, and all that was left was the chairs and tables.

After some pushing they where at one side too. Until I could finally-

And on the floor, there laid Quentin.

Covered in blood.

“Quen. . .tin?” 

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Bokuto | Tanaka | Kenma | Nishinoya with an African-American S/O Who Has Traditionally Black Physical Features 🖤

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REQ: can i have like a scenerio with kenma, bokuto, tanaka, and nishinoya with a black s/o with features like a big nose, short curly hair, and bigger boned / thick?

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A/N: These headcannons are for @bananaroach ‘s heartwarming black reader pm request detailing the extent of the bullying, microaggressions and trauma that black women face growing up for our bodies and African features that are often not seen as beautiful.

If you consider yourself an ally to the black community, please make sure that you are checking your ignorance regarding racial micro aggressions toward black females who are not seen as “conventionally attractive” compared to a Caucasian ideal. That being said, I’m so happy to write this fluffy fic and continue to give black hq fans a safe place in this world of anime where a character that looks like us is so incredibly rare. I see you, and I’m with you. Love you ladies. ✊🏾👸🏿🖤

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Kenma Joining Your Wash Day for the First Time 🧖🏾‍♀️

“Y/N, this is the natural state of your hair?” Your boyfriend stood a few feet away from you in his large bathroom looking down at you with curious eyes. You had just put a hair mask in his now shoulder-length hair with a plastic bag over it and he looked adorable.

You used the towel to scrub-dry the other half of your small afro and shyly looked up at him.

“It got smaller than before you wet it,” He ascertained numbly.

You nodded, your heart beating rapidly because this was the first time you were showing your boyfriend your hair unstyled.

“And it.....stands on its own like that? Without the gel that Kuroo uses?”

You nodded again as he stepped closer to you, taking it upon himself to run a hand right through your locks.

“It’s so soft...” he says to himself, leaning forward to bring the shea butter scent of your hair closer to his nostrils. “And smells so good....” he murmurs again to himself.

You place your hands on his waist and dare to ask, “Do you like it?”

Kenma ran another hand through your wet fro before leaning his forehead on yours. “How could I not? It defies gravity without any of those nasty products Kuroo and the guys use. You look hot when it’s coiled up like this. Then when you blow dry it it becomes that big mane again, right?”

You nodded.

“I-I love you both ways, Y/N. You look so beautiful. I’ve never seen hair that can do these things. It’s like....” Your boyfriend stopped to ponder which word he was looking for to describe your natural hair. When it dawned on him, his eyes lit up. “It’s.....no, you’re magic, Y/N.”

You blushed under your boyfriends compliments. Kenma tended to have a monotone voice all of the time—it was just his voice—but when he called you magic, anyone and their grandma could detect the sound of admiration in his tone.

Still with his forehead on yours, he leans in to kiss your wet lips.

You smiled. “Thank you, Kenma baby.”

You reached up to fix the hair strands of his that started to poke out under the plastic bag you put on him.

“Y/N, I want you to walk me through all the steps you do next wash day, okay? I missed some steps because I was playing my game.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Uh, Sure. But, why?”

Earlier today, Kenma had sweetly asked to join in on some universal wash-day steps that you knew all hair textures could do like the hair mask part, but truth be told—his Japanese hair didn’t require all the steps that yours did. It just wasn’t necessary. So why did he need to know all your steps?

Kenma stretched his arms nonchalantly as if the next thing he was going to say wasn’t going to make your heart explode. He blushed.

“One day when we have kids, they’ll have nice hair like yours, right? I want to learn all the steps now. To practice early.”

yep he’s an angel

Hypeman Tanaka Admiring Your Nose 👃🏾

you were standing by yours and Tanaka’s large bedroom window trying to take golden hour selfies

Looking back at them in your camera roll and deleting them, you accidentally criticized your appearance in disgust .... oops

“Babe—you know what I love about you?” Tanaka asked, getting up from the bed to approach you.

“Not this again Tanaka.”

He wrapped his very strong arms around you from behind and chuckled. “I don’t care. I told you that if I hear you complaining about your looks then I get to answer you with all the things I love about you. So that we’re even.”

You rolled your eyes.

“And don’t roll your eyes.”

You gasped because he was behind you so surely he didn’t see your act of attitude. “How did you—?”

He pecked your neck and chuckled again. “Because I’ve been in love with you for years, Y/N. I know all your little quirks. Now...ready?!”

You sighed but inside you were so smitten. There was no use in arguing with him and you knew that because you’d been in love with your boyfriend for years, too.

“Make this quick.”

“Where to start?! I love your eyes, I love your natural hair and your braids, I love your smile, fuck me I love the way you smell....” You giggled when he sniffed your neck knowing you were ticklish there.

Tanaka continued, “I love your curly eyelashes, I love your nose—“

You scoffed involuntarily. Your boyfriend stilled.

“What?” He asked in annoyance.

“You know I hate my nose, Tanaka. It’s huge, flat and—“

Using the same strong arms you love, your boyfriend spun you around so that you were facing him and flush against his body. The movement and the look of extreme sorrow on your boyfriends face stalled your speech. It was rare to see your energetic man so sad.

“—There’s an and? And what?” He questioned.

You closed your mouth.

“And what Y/N? Is it my turn now?”

You just blinked.

Your boyfriend nodded as if you’d said yes. “Your nose is my favourite part about you.” He stared at you intensely so you could see how serious he was. “It’s a natural African-American feature and it completes your face babe. You wouldn’t be you without it which means you wouldn’t be the most gorgeous female to ever grace this earth to me. It’s perfect because everything about you is perfect. Please, stop talking crap about my wife, alright?”

A MAN !!!!!

We stan a praise breddrin

You fought back happy tears because your man was just so magnificent.

Ryuu slid a hand down to your waist. “Now. After that silly interruption. May I continue?”

You nod cutely and Ryuu smacks your ass playfully, returning to his list of things he loves about you.

Nishinoya Loves His Big-Lipped Wifey 💋

your husband Nishinoya and yourself were currently making out in his car like horny teenagers

You had an amazing 1-year of marriage anniversary dinner and Noya only meant to give you a small chaste peck on the lips before starting the ignition and driving home.....

But once his lips met your larger, juicier, much much much softer ones, the other part of his brain took over and before he knew it he was removing both of your seat belts, pressing the button to push his seat back and pulling you into his lap

He couldn’t stop kissing you

Your lips were as soft as silk and he literally just couldn’t stop

He loved everything about his wife, but he can distinctly remember the first time he’d met you because he was docking your boat at the marina he worked at

You were wearing big circular sunglasses and a floppy sunhat, so most of your face was covered, but your lips were on display for him and—it wasn’t fair how much you affected him

Your lips were glossy from the light layer of Vaseline you’d put on and your future-husband at the time was weakened by the look of them

Yes Nishinoya is a horn dog but he wasn’t thinking about your lips in a sexual way when he first saw you, he just thought that was a very attractive part of your face—much like how you’d see a pair of captivating eyes.

On the dock, you had to snap your fingers in front of his face before he fell over into the water

When you had returned the next day for boating help again he got to see you without the hat and sunglasses and he was relieved that you were beyond beautiful. Your impeccable lips were only a bonus

The greatest bonus, because he could kiss them

When you two kissed for the first time after the first date, Yuu found it very difficult to pull away because your lips were so fucking soft

But he had to because he needed you to see him as gentleman

That didn’t mean he didn’t absentmindedly have his finger on his lip when he was driving home, when he was watching tv and before he fell asleep because he was recalling how good your lips felt on his

You left his lips tingling and he’d never experienced that

he would have a make out session with you every hour if you let him

Now, two years later in your husbands car, Noya felt no different—except for the fact that now you knew how much he fancied your lips

“Mm, baby, come back.” Your Nishi whined as you pulled away from the kiss. His eyes were still closed and he looked so disappointed from the loss of contact.

“We’re in a parking lot, Noya....”

He shook his head, eyes still closed. “Think I care?” He grabbed the nape of your neck and brought your head back to him, kissing you so deeply you would have lost your ability to lock your knees if you were standing up. Noya stopped for one second, needing to tell you one thing. “I love you so much, Y/N. Every bit of you, baby. I wish I could marry you everyday.”

You smiled and leaned in to return the same passionate kiss he’d just given you.

Bokuto the Thick Thigh Simp 🤤

“You’re killing me, babe.” Your man groaned and slumped in his waiting chair when you stepped out of the dressing room once more. You were trying on booty shorts for him because you both were going on a trip to the Bahamas in two weeks.

“Bokuto, do you like these ones or not?!”

He looked at you pointedly.

his face was like: duh mf.

“Do I like tight shorts on the hottest girl I’ve ever seen? Turn around.”

You obeyed so he could see the back and you heard your man groan even louder.

“Ugh Yesssss. I love it. Your ass and thighs look amazing. Can I please take you home now?!”

You turned back to face him and placed your hands on your hips. “Bokuto—“

As if on cue, he began his whining.

“It’s not my fault Y/N! You’re shaped like an hourglass! And your thighs.....”

your boyfriend stood up and walked over to you. He didn’t touch you for fear of shoving you back into the dressing room and having his wicked way with you. Instead, he crouched down so that he was eye-level with your dark skin thighs that he worshipped on the daily.

He groaned so loud you could see store workers to the left of you whispering about the provocative sounds.

“Shhhh, Bo, baby....” You ran your hand through his hair, knowing that he was at your mercy right now. He hugged one of your thighs like a little baby would to his mom on the first day of school.

“I can’t shhh, okay?! Didn’t Akaashi tell you when he set up our blind date that I’m a thigh man?!?!”

“More or less.” You muttered, looking down at your little owl. “And did Akaashi tell you I had large thighs?”

“Not well enough, obviously!” He used one large hard to clutch the skin on your thighs and he almost leaned in to bite the smooth skin. “He didn’t tell me that your thighs were this thick or this fucking nice babe. He didn’t tell me that once you’d come out of your house in that red dress that showed your curves you’d own me for life?! I might have ran for the hills if I knew.” He looked up at you from below with a pout. You laughed, running your hands through his hair some more.

“You know when I was younger I was made fun of by classmates or over sexualized by older men for my body, right?”

Your koala boyfriend leaned his head on your thigh as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Any sick fuck who sexualizes an underage girl deserves to run in traffic. I wish I met any of them today I wouldn’t hesitate to break their jaws.” He looked up at you and waited until you made eye contact. “But I’m sorry you went through that, Y/N. You didn’t deserve it. As for all the people who made fun of you.....” Kōtarō stood up to his full height and you had to crane your neck to see him. Even though you were bigger-boned than most women your age, you felt small and perfectly feminine with your fineass man.

“Those fools were just dumb because they didn’t appreciate the curvy figure until it became popular. I, on the other hand, was tugging my dick in the shower to the idea of having a girlfriend that looked half as good as you do.”

“Bokuto! Stop saying stuff like that in public—“

He frowned, not knowing what part was bad. “Sorry. I’m just saying that you were my dream girl before you were the world’s babe. These guys are late as fuck. You’re a 10 based off appearance-only and your personality just takes you off the charts for me. A 500 out of 10, we’ll say.”

You put your hands on your mans strong chest as you backed him up. “Thank you, Bo....” You smiled but you could see his eyes darkening just talking about your body and as much as it made you want to jump him—this was not the time. Nor the place.

He pouted again as you backed him up so you threw your puppy a bone.

“I’ll pay for this and then we can go home and have some fun, okay?!”

Bokuto’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “I love you so much.” He said. “Take my credit card, Princess.”

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Hi! I'd like to request headcanons for noya, kuroo, bokuto and aone please. Fem s/o beats them to the punch and proposes to them first (they're already in a long term relationship), how would they react and what happens next? etc thank you! Also i included gender here for role reversal purposes, girls are usually the ones being proposed to so yeah

Nishinoya Yuu

You’ll never meet someone more enthusiastic in romance than Nishinoya. He’s just so excited and happy to love you.

In your relationship, sure, he enjoys spoiling you by taking you out for food and drinks, but the two of you have equal roles in the relationship and sometimes you spoil him.

It really comes to a point where it’s totally okay if you’re picking up the slack because you know he’ll pick it up next.

Well into your relationship, you’ve both discussed the future and your ideals pretty much align. You both want marriage and children one day but the conversation doesn’t go much past that. You’re dating to marry him one day, but he’s not really dropping any hints.

I think it really just comes out of nowhere one day and it’s not the conventional way of asking, but when has anything you do with Yuu conventional?

“We’re already living together, why don’t we just get married?”

“(Y/N)?” He has to ask if you’re being serious or it’s just your morning brain talking.

“I’m serious!” You laugh. “Let’s just get married.”

He lifts you up into the air and spins you around. “Yes!” He’ll say over and over again, as if you’ll revoke your proposal if he doesn’t say it enough. “I can’t wait to marry you!”

Kuroo Tetsurou

You’re always in a constant push and pull with Tetsurou, but it’s in a good way. You’re constantly tried to impress him, which he’ll try the same but take it up a notch. Of course, this makes the relationship better because you’re just so in love with him, no matter what happens.

Everything just seems right with him. Everything just falls into place and whatever happens, it just feels right. He messes up often and he can’t count his mistakes in a day on both of his hands, but a kiss and a hug make up for it.

With this “trying to one-up one another,” it’s made a competition of who will do thing’s first. You were slightly upset that he kissed you first, but you grinned in his face when you said I love you first. (He most definitely tackled you because he’s always been wanting to say it, he was just nervous.)

Marriage talk and baby talk aren’t really things you often speak about, until you have dinner with both sets of parents. Both of your moms are really eager to ask when you’ll get married and have children, but Tetsurou brushes it off and says it’ll happen when it does.

There was something that kind of bothered you about that, but you realize it bothered you because you’re so sure that you want to marry him. And so you propose to him during a family party.

“Will you marry me, Tetsu?”

With the smallest tear to his eye, he says, “Kitten, damn it. You beat me to it. Of course, I’ll marry you.”

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto’s always been smitten by your drive. He loves that you take charge, and he also loves that you appreciate his enthusiasm and spontaneity.

Since moving in with him, you’ve gotten to understand all parts of him, like at night, when he’s trying to sleep, he’ll begin with blankets on him, but he’ll end up kicking them off. (It’s not the best feeling when you wake up shivering, but you end up dealing with it.)

Bokuto’s also a simple man. From the beginning, he’s expressed his future goals with you. He knows he wants to be married, have children, and play professional volleyball. That’s been his plan since the beginning of high school. Of course, your paths align and he feels lucky that you have similar ideals.

Now, you’ve been dating for a while and been living together for a while. Soon, you both fall into a routine and it feels like life isn’t moving as fast as it used to, in a good way. To be able to wake up and fall asleep next to the man you love is extraordinary.

You feel like you need to take a step forward, but he isn’t noticing any hints you drop, like when you drag him into a jewelry store to check out rings, but he ends up looking at necklaces that would look nice on you; or when you tell him that your hands look lonely without anything on them and he laughs and interlaces your fingers.

You end up taking matters into your own hands, and with the help of Akaashi, you propose to him after a huge win at a close-knit gathering.

“Marry me, Koutarou?”

He’s just about two seconds from bawling his eyes out. “Of course!”

And while everyone at the party is aware that you proposed, he does not wait to go around to each person and tell them that he’s getting married to the love of his life.

Aone Takanobu

From the moment he’s seen you, he’s known you as the person who has taken every single personality trait and its opposite, and somehow be both at the same time. You can be timid, but you stand up for yourself. You can be lazy, but you’ll get the job done. He appreciates that you are the best combination of traits.

You balance out with Aone quite well. When you can be impulsive, he’s your voice of reason, but that he’ll sometimes wait for you to act in the spur of the moment because you never know if it’ll actually be a good idea. An example of that would happen to be asking him to go out on a date.

A relationship with him is more physical than verbal, as you expected. It’s harder to gauge what he really wants out of this relationship and you end up getting into a bit of a fight with your brain on this. He notices this and he puts your insecurities to rest.

Out of the blue, you ask him during breakfast one day, “What if we got married?” The words just come out of your mouth without even thinking about it. While you are completely red all over from your sudden question, you wait for him to respond.

“Are you proposing to me?”

“Yes?”

“Then I accept.” And he continues eating as if nothing happened.

He’s not super open with sharing the big news, but his former teammates either hear it from you or he comes around with a ring on his finger and everyone freaks out about it.

[happy-littleblog]

Time to Retire (Ukai Keishin x Reader)

Warnings: none

Summary: Ukai is getting to old to coach for the boy Volleyball team, thankfully Noya is there to take over for him

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“I’m getting to old for this.” Ukai mumbled as his wife messaged his shoulders. Ukai had been coaching the Karasuno volleyball team of years now, so long his old player where now out of college, starting families and/or play professional Volleyball. If it wasn’t for Nishinoya how came back to help out he wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the new first years on the team.

“Do you think it’s time to retire?” Y/n asked

“No I can’t do that, these boy need me. I mean who’s gonna coach them?”

“Nishinoya could easily coach them. I know you love coaching but it’s to much for you now. I hate to tell you this Keishin but we’re old.” She laughed kissing his cheek. “I mean look at us. Look at you with this gray hair.” He groaned as she ruffled up his hair up.

“You promised you wouldn’t bring it up!”

“Sorry Kei but it’s the truth, hell our own daughter is married and pregnant! We’re gonna be grandparents.” He nodded tapping his foot nervously, he hated thinking about how old he really was and how fast time was flying by.

“I’ll think about it.” He sighed after a few moments of silence.

“And if you stop coaching then we could spend more time together.” Y/n said sliding into his lap.

Ukai smiles down at his wife before giving her a quick kiss “I said I’ll think about it, don’t be trying to seduce me.”

“How’s is going coach!” Noya yelled over the sounds of volleyballs as Ukai came into the gym. “Keep warming up guys I’m gonna talk to couch. You’re looking tired old man.” He laughed running over to Ukai.

“I’m always tired now Noya, it’s what happens when you get as old as me.”

“You’re not that old, you act like you’re 90.”

“I’m close to it.”

“You’re 59.” Ukai signed before shaking his head

“Listen Yuu, I’ve been thinking. I think it’s time I retried from coaching at the end of this year.”

“What, why?”

“I’m old Yuu, these boys need someone younger who can keep up with themselves I don’t think I can do that anymore.”

“You really aren’t that old Coach. Beside who will coach once you’re gone?”

“I was hoping you would like to take over for me.” He smiled crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re young and energetic, you’ll be a great coach.”

“Really! You mean it!” Ukai nodded with his normal smirk on his face.

“You’ll be great kid.” Ukai wasn’t expecting a hug but Nishinoya wrapped his arms around his waist leaving him shocked

“Thank you so much!” But once the shock wore off he patted Noya on the back

“You’re welcome kid, but I’ll be at all your games so you better be the best coach you can or else I’ll kick your ass.” Noya nodded with a bright smile.

“I promise!”