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sissytobitch10seconds · 1 year ago

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Cup, Crow, Rose

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows and Shadow and Bone Summary: Soulmarks are complicated. Nina's life is already so complicated that she doesn't want to seek them out. Like her teachers always warned, though, her soulmates seem determined to find her one way or another. Warnings: Canon-typical trauma and soulmates Word Count: 2,648 Ship(s): Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar/Inej Ghafa/Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck/Kaz Brekker

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A/N: Is anyone really surprised that I chose to go with polycrows for the free day? I love them so much, lol. I also had a lot of fun exploring the soulmate AU that I wanted to do for this, so I hope that you guys also enjoy it! One day I might expand this into something bigger but I kind of like having it as a character study type thing. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Each soulmark was different. A pair or group of soulmates would have a throughline that placed them together so that they could find each other, with varying levels of intricacy, but the soulmarks would all be different. For a pair of soulmates, the mark would be the same except for one thing that would represent the other person. For a group of soulmates, the mark would be different for each person that they were to meet so that it went in a sort of circle. Group soulmates were complicated and very rarely did the entire group actually find itself.

Nina had grown up seeing the soulmarks of the people around her, presented proudly once they had found and married each other. Her older sister figure Zoya’s was a mix of leather wings pocked with scales that shimmered iridescent when displayed in the light correctly, conversely swapped on the back of her soulmate. Her other friend Genya had a book with ancient writing and a vile of dark red liquid on the back of her hand, a perfect match with her own soulmate. Nina had even been exposed to a queerplatonic soulmate marking too, a Inferni named Harshaw that had a cat made out of fire wrapping around his neck and collarbone before it met with a sunburst across his chest. She didn’t know the man’s soulmate so hadn’t seen how it had changed towards the other person, nor had she ever actually gotten a good look at a group of soulmates with marks like what hers appeared to be.

Nina’s mark was a crow grasping for the last little bit of liquid in a wine glass, the beak and head warped with the shape of it. In addition to that was a single knife that touched the bottom of the glass. It tilted towards the crow but did not slice, like the bird was somehow performing a trick while trying to get its drink. She had learned how to hide it under the layers of her sleeves when she was out and how to cloak her skin over the top of it so that it was obscured when she had to undress in front of someone. For a spy such as herself, it was very dangerous for people to be able to identify her by her soulmark.

The first time that Nina saw one of her soulmarks, she was trapped in the belly of a slaver ship. She had her hands chained above her and could barely keep her eyes open because of the water seeping through the slats above her. It was dark and she was shivering with the force of the cold around her, so it was hard to make out. The mark had stood out starkly even amongst the heavy furs and wool that the Druskelle was wearing, black lines evident on his pale white skin. The crow drinking from a nearly empty cup appeared to be the throughline of their soulmark group because they were identical on the man in front of her as they had been on her own skin before she had hid it. The only difference was that the liquid at the base of the cup was holding a single rose that was weeping petals down onto the bird.

She of course hadn’t acted on it. There was no way that he would be able to see her own mark and know that they shared the same throughline. She had no idea what the Fjerdan stance on soulmate groups was, it was one of their closest held secrets because those types were so rare. She didn’t know what he would do if he found out that part of his group was a Grisha either. Nina doubted that he would have killed her in that moment because he was so adamant about the idea of her getting her trail for her crimes when she finally arrived in his homeland.

There were many chances for her to reveal her soulmark to him when they had wrecked the ship and washed up on those rocky shores, yet she used what little of her energy that she had left to keep it covered. She wasn’t sure what she could trust him yet when he was still spouting the ideas of the people that he had trained with like if he didn’t then he would cease to be. He wasn’t safe because she was the witch that the hunter was doomed to kill, even if she was falling more and more in love with him by the day.

The next soulmark that she saw didn’t belong to her, but she was sure that the one on her arm belonged to the girl. She had just been through a whirlwind that left her feeling as though she was going to die. She and Matthias had traveled together like they were not sworn enemies over miles and miles of land until they had arrived at a port where she had found some of her people. In a move that she came to regret almost immediately after seeing the way that he looked at her, Nina lied and said that he was a slaver so that he wouldn’t be taken back to the Darkling’s court to be sentenced and killed as a witch hunter. She had tried to retract her statement when she got back, but she was simply given enough money to buy passage back to Ravka. She knew that she couldn’t do that, not when the only soulmate that she might ever know, the one that held her mark, was locked in a jail that she had made for him.

She had been approached by a man that offered her a job. She was promised that she wouldn’t have to work on her back, but rather putting on a show of her powers to anyone that came requesting it. She had said that she would think about it and then buried herself away in the covers of the room that they had lent to her. A young Suli girl broke into her window almost immediately after she was left alone, and it only took a couple of seconds for Nina to see the mark on her own arm.

It was the same crow reaching into the wine glass for the remnant of liquid. The changed element for her was the end of a cane that was pushing the cup closer to the crow, though it was only a few inches and thus not very identifying. Nina had seen it and then stood in the same spot, like the Saints had turned her to stone as she took in the appearance of the other girl. She had long black hair that was tightly pleated into a braid that hung over one of her shoulders. Her skin was bronzed and smooth, though her eyes were so dark that it made her entire face disappear as soon as Nina’s gaze locked with them.

She was offered a place in the Dregs and a job through the White Rose, protection under Kaz Brekker’s name. Inej was the girl, apparently, and she had explained that there was no true safety in the Barrel but there was a fear associated with the name of that man.

Nina and Inej began a relationship only a week after they had found out that they were soulmates. She hadn’t been sure that anything would actually come of the discovery of another one of her soulmates since so little had happened with Matthias. She knew that meeting a criminal offering her a job was different than being kidnapped by a man trained to kill her, but it had still set a precedent in her mind that was rather difficult to overcome. Inej was more than happy to begin to get to know her and after only a month of dates spent under the moonlight on the rooftops of Ketterdam, they held hands and agreed to pursue a relationship.

Only two months after she had decided to work with the Dregs, Nina met Jesper. She immediately knew that she liked him and that the two of them would become very close friends. He was already close with Inej, though the girl refused to tell Nina how and why. Nina knew that there was something dark in Inej’s past that meant that she was very secretive about things that she felt were personal, including interpersonal relationships. Jesper hadn’t been offended by the relationship that had cropped up between the two girls, in fact he seemed amused out of his mind about it.

His soulmark was revealed to her after a month of her trying to find out by various means of subterfuge. Eventually she had gotten so frustrated about being left out of the loop that she had walked into his room and then slammed and locked the door behind her so that he didn’t have the chance to run. He pulled up his sleeve to reveal the crow reaching into the cup, though his had a delicate pen that had spilled the ink inside. The throughline had confirmed that they were soulmates, though it meant that there was another person out there somewhere for their group.

Jesper and Nina started dating much faster than she and Inej had. It was easier for them to strike up something romantic, and then later sexual, because Jesper didn’t have Inej’s trauma and had already been getting to know Nina throughout their friendship with the intent of eventually dating her.

Her life had only just begun to feel like it was leveling out when she met another member of their relationship. Wylan was a young boy that Kaz brought on to be their demolitions man whenever they had need of explosions. He and Nina didn’t tend to run in the same circles in the Dregs, which meant that she knew of him in name only. After his second mission with the gang, Jesper had broken into her room in the White Rose only moments after her latest client had left to tell her about Wylan’s soulmark. According to Jesper, it was the same cup and crow but with the paws of a wolf standing on either side of the crow.

Nina had felt like her entire life was shattering at that. She had been thinking about the circle that they made and how many people could be missing but it was becoming increasingly difficult. Matthias was for her, she was for Inej, Jesper was now for Wylan, Wylan was for Matthias, but Inej’s mark didn’t land with any of them and Jesper was still missing someone for him. That meant that there was at least one more person that they needed to add before they could truly feel complete.

She only found that person after she had finished collecting the others. She, Inej, and Jesper, had started up a relationship with Wylan not long after finding out where he was living after they discovered his soulmark. The four of them found one of the biggest rooms in the Slat and then decided that they were going to keep it as their own so that they could live in the happiness and safety of their soulmates. Wylan wasn’t attracted to Inej or Nina, so they eventually discovered that he was meant to be their queerplatonic soulmate.

It was difficult and there were quite a few bumps in the road as they figured out how to navigate being soulmates while also being criminals, but they were all stubborn enough to make it work. Secrets were spilled, trauma was revealed, and love was confessed. They found out that Inej had been taken and forced to work in the Menagerie, that Jesper was zowa, that Wylan couldn’t read and who his real parents were. It could have very easily driven them apart but instead it only served to weave them into an intricate, loving mess with each other.

Yet, despite everything that her lovers had shared with her, she was unable to tell them anything about one of the missing members of their circle. The night before the beginning of the Ice Court, though, it had all piled out of her. She admitted what she had been before she came to Kerch and then how she had met Matthias. She told them about the way that he laughed, how he ate his reindeer meat only after soaking it in water because chewing made his jaw hurt, how he snored in his sleep, and how he was the sweetest man she had ever met when not trying to kill her.

They rescued him and then the others had forgiven her for keeping him a secret. She nursed the bruises on her neck while crying into Jesper’s lap while Wylan held her spare hand. It was hard to know that her soulmate didn’t want her, that he was unwilling to give up the way that he had been raised for the two people in his group that he had been taught to hate when they would bring him only joy.

Then the Ice Court had happened and he was deprogramed after seeing the way that they all cared for each other. They didn’t have time to talk about it after she had taken the jurda parem so that she could save them on the dock, but she knew that he loved her again.

They had spent a lot of the journey nursing Nina back to health and talking about the little house in the country that they could get. Inej had spoken about a boat that she wanted to get so that she could hunt slavers, and Matthias had seem keen on joining her so that he could put his skills to good use. Nina knew that Wylan wasn’t suited for that kind of work and would prefer to make art in the comfort of his own home, so she was okay with staying with him during her long recovery before she joined the others.

They came back to their city and found out that none of the money was waiting for them. They lost one of their soulmates and were stuck with the captive that they had just stolen from the most prestigious prison in the entire world. Kaz planned and schemed and they followed after him like they always did. Eventually, they got Inej back and things kept rolling. They were able to create a convoluted but thorough plan to take Jan Van Eck and Pekka Rollins, the two men hunting them, down.

Finally, everything was over. They were able to get Wylan’s mother back from the countryside to the home that she had chosen and where she belonged. Alys was sent up to a boathouse where she could live with her real soulmate and birds in peace. They all needed a good deal of time to recover, so they moved in the Van Eck mansion since it had plenty of room for them to grow and expand.

Kaz came to their door on a very rainy evening almost a month after all of their problems had seemingly been solved. Nina had been the one to check the door, so she welcomed him as their friend and invited him to come and dine with them. Her other soulmates were seated on the floor in the living room while they ate something that Inej had made. They were all very excited to see Kaz but they stayed quiet because it was clear that he was bursting with some kind of information.

Just like that, Kaz had rolled up his sleeve to reveal a crow reaching for the liquid in the bottom of a wine glass, the stem of which had been shattered by a bullet that was resting next to the completely unharmed crow. He was the last link of their circle and they finally had him.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #six of crows #soc #shadow and bone #sab #kaz brekker #nina zenik #inej ghafa #matthias helvar #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #polycrows #save shadow and bone ship week #save shadow and bone #six of crows spinoff

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alexagirlie · 4 months ago

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It's Duncan Idaho and I can fall in love if he lets me

A/N: Part 2 of my lil dune modern au.

Header by me, divider by @cafekitsune

(Series Masterlist)

Fandom: Dune

Ship: Duncan Idaho x Paul Atreides

Rating: E

Wordcount: 4k

Summary: Paul and Duncan see eachother again after months of flirtatious texts and phone calls.

TWs: Sexting. Phone Sex. Sex Toys. Oral Sex. Rimming. Anal Sex. Couch Sex. Wall Sex. Counter Sex. Shower Sex. Morning After. Feelings Realizations.

Taglist: @gatoenlaciudad @almostg @softhecreator

Paul was nervous, which was stupid. It may have been 6 months since he had last seen Duncan in person but they had communicated plenty since their hook up. Lots of texting and calls, one toe curling phone sex session where Paul admitted he had needed to go out and buy a bigger dildo as Duncan's cock had ruined him. Duncan egging him on with talks of making Paul take both the toy and his cock at the same time.

Paul still thinks about that call when getting off. All the wonderful, filthy things they wanted to do to each other. (He couldn't decide what he wanted to do first but who could blame him.)

They weren't exclusive by any means, often swapping stories about underwhelming hookups or a new trick they learned from their latest random. It made him ache for the feeling of Duncan's cock in him, his mouth all over his body.

However this would be the first time they would be seeing each other in person since that first night and Paul had the wonderful idea to invite Duncan to stay with him instead of in a hotel. In theory the idea made sense, no nosy band mates listening through the walls. (Just Paul's neighbours but who cared about them. Let them hear him get railed to within an inch of his life)

They could sleep in, Paul could cook them breakfast… but the reality of it finally happening was making Paul freak the fuck out. (He was a disaster, let's be honest here)

The band should be arriving at their hotel soon and Duncan would be taking a cab to Paul's apartment. They would have time to catch a quick early dinner before heading to the venue. This time around he didn't have to buy tickets, Duncan surprised him with a back stage all access pass so he could come and see them play. As a thank you Paul has a surprise of his own for Duncan after the show.

He was already wet with lube and stretched out, his favourite plug seated deep in his hole. He had several pieces of furniture already in mind for Duncan to bend him over and they would have to stop and prep him first. That seemed like a waste of valuable fucking time. (As it was Paul wasn't sure if he could resist skipping dinner and just swallowing Duncan's cock as soon as he saw him.)

He had just finished stashing additional lube and condoms near all his bucket list areas when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Pulling it out he saw an incoming call from the very man occupying his thoughts, which he quickly answered. They exchanged quick greetings and Paul buzzed him in, Duncan having already been told which unit number it was.

Knowing there was now only minutes until he would see Duncan, Paul takes the time to do a last minute primping. He runs his fingers through his hair a few times, trying to tame the wild curls, to no avail and straightening his clothes. He was quite proud of the outfit he had chosen for the night. Royal purple, skin tight jeans, matched with a pair of white converse and a slim fit tie-dyed hoodie with a mix of purple, blue and green. Underneath the hoodie he had on a second surprise for Duncan which he was looking forward to revealing at the show.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Paul rushed to answer the door, butterflies going crazy in his stomach and his palms were strangely sweaty. He hoped Duncan wouldn't notice. Opening the door he had to stop and stare for a minute, Duncan looking stupidly delicious in what must be his travel clothes. Hair tied back in a messy bun, an off white warm looking sweater and a pair of black sweatpants. He shouldn't look as good as he does but Paul found himself unable to resist and pounced.

He barely gave Duncan enough time to close the door behind him, showing off the bag from the sandwich place across the street, before Paul is pinning him against the door and dropping to his knees. Belt buckle opened, zipper down and his huge cock out and in Paul's mouth. The length hardened and lengthened against his tongue rapidly. It seemed the bigger man was down with the program.

Paul sets to work and pulls out all the tricks, desperate to bring Duncan off. It doesn't take long, within minutes he has Duncan spilling down his throat. He makes sure to swallow every last drop before rocking back onto his heels and licking his lips, looking up at Duncan through his lashes with a satisfied grin.

"A man could get used to a greeting like that."

Duncan sounded winded and Paul let out a laugh before taking the hand Duncan extended down to him. He was pulled back up to his feet and against Duncan's chest. Duncan's big hands frame Paul's face and tilts it up for a deep kiss, like he was chasing the taste of himself out of Paul's mouth. Reluctantly breaking the kiss Paul pulled Duncan by a hand towards his bedroom so the bigger man could store his bag. Duncan tries to pull Paul down onto the bed but he turns his lover down with a promise of fun after the show.

Time running short, they quickly ate the warm sandwiches Duncan had purchased before ordering a cab. It is a quick ride to the concert venue, barely ten minutes before they arrived. After slipping in a back door they part ways with a quick kiss, Duncan heading for sound check and Paul is set loose to wander around the venue. He does have a couple hours to kill.

As the venue opens to regular attendees Paul makes his way out onto the floor and finds pretty much the exact same spot on the rail as last time. He hopes it will mean Duncan will be able to spot him in the crowd easily. It wouldn't be fun if he doesn't see his first surprise of the night while on stage. He removes and stashes his hoodie, tying it around the railing for safekeeping and revealing the top he had hidden underneath.

The top was a beautiful find, it was form fitting along his front, backless with only a series of straps crossing over his back and shoulders holding it on. The material was black, silky and soft, almost completely transparent with a layer of lace details over top. It left his shoulders and arms completely bare, his tattoos beautifully on display and he hoped Duncan would like it. (Spoiler alert, Duncan loved it)

He definitely turns a few heads, Paul can feel the eyes on him. Can see the looks out of the corner of his eyes. It does make a little part of himself preen, to be noticed by others, to be attractive to them. If this had been any other night, if he didn't have Duncan to wait for, he wouldn't have been above taking advantage of this attention. Concerts were a fun place to find someone to fuck, or at least get a number to call for a hookup later.

As the lights dim, the crowd goes wild Paul refocuses as the opening band comes on stage and begins to play. It was a band he had never heard of before and they were decent enough, but nowhere near as good as The Swords of Gintaz. He wasn't even being biased. (He was.)

The opening bands play for around forty-five minutes and as their final chords and the staff get the stage ready for the main act Paul feels his anticipation level rising. Swords of Gintaz had put out a new album prior to this tour run and Paul was stoked to see them playing the songs live. His growing relationship with Duncan had not changed anything regarding how much he loves this band. Just like the last time, the music moved through him making him feel wild and free. His heart thumping to the beat of the bass. (It wasn't just from the music but he hadn't made that realization yet.)

Duncan looks amazing, as usual, but Paul doesn't focus on that right away and just lets himself enjoy the show. Paul does keep an eye on his lover and so spots the exact moment Duncan sees him, spots the moment he registers what Paul is wearing (or rather how little he is wearing). His gaze is a hot brand across Paul's skin. He leans back as much as the pressing crowd allows, hoping Duncan gets a good look at it. He bites his lip and blows Duncan a kiss.

That little shit. Is the first thought that comes to Duncan's mind as his gaze locks onto Paul form in the crowd. That little fucking tease. Hiding that skimpy piece of cloth that can barely be called a shirt under his sweater. He was wearing it when he was on his knees for Duncan earlier, when he was deep throating his cock minutes after Duncan had walked in the door.

His fingers trip over the keys, fumbling a few chords that he hopes no one notices. Especially one of his band mates, they already teased him enough about Paul. It's one thing to pick someone up after a show, they have all done it, but the rest? The texting and the phone calls and him staying with Paul after the show. If the sight of him was enough to make him continuously fuck up on stage they would never let him live it down. He needed to focus.

The show comes to an end and the band gives their usual thank yous to the crowd before heading off stage. As the hoards of people begin filling out, Paul heads to the side door leading backstage, flashing his pass to security before being waved through. Wandering the dimly lit, narrow halls he finds the changing room with Duncan's name printed on a sign stuck to the door and leans sideways against the wall outside to wait. Paul knew the band had their VIP meet and greet first, then him and Duncan would head back to Paul's.

Paul gets lost in his thoughts, picturing all the things he wants Duncan to do to him once they are back in his apartment. He was already half hard in his jeans just thinking about it. He was so lost in his daydreaming that he doesn't notice that he is no longer alone until big hands grab him around the waist and pull him back up against a broad, hot and firm chest. Duncan's voice was a growl in his ear.

"You're a fucking tease my boy"

Duncan runs his broad hands around Paul's waist then up his stomach to his chest, fingers finding his nipples through the lace, pulling and pinching them into stiff peaks. The sensation went straight to Paul's half hard cock, filling it out until he was throbbing and leaking. Paul reached up behind himself to wrap his hands in Duncan's hair, still damp and loose around his shoulders. He pushes his ass back against Duncan, groaning at the feel of his hard cock and the effect of the motion pushing the plug further inside him, brushing his prostate. (God he was so turned on)

Paul had just leaned his head back on Duncan's shoulder so the older man could run his mouth up the side of his throat, teeth teasing at the collar of his top. They may have escalated even more if someone hadn't cleared their throat from up the hallway and made the two men jump apart. One of Duncan's band mates was standing at the end of the hallway, a look of amusement on her face.

"Get a room lovebirds"

Paul felt his face flush with embarrassment at them getting caught like a pair of teenagers getting laid for the first time. In the right scenario he didn't mind an audience but not like this. Duncan released Paul and stepped around him to grin at his band mate. Calling out a jovial goodbye he grabbed Paul's hand and began pulling him back towards the exit of the venue.

The sky was dark and the air was cold and Paul was glad there were no fans around as he pulled his hoodie on and zipped it up. He did not have the patience to wait much longer, watching Duncan hungrily as he hailed a cab. Soon they were in a car and on their way, the drive was short but tense as they struggled to keep their hands to themselves. No need to traumatize the driver.

They quickly arrived back at Paul's apartment and as soon as they were behind closed doors Paul let out a yelp as Duncan picked him up, pinning him against the door and kissed him senseless. Hands moving over bodies, through hair, unzipping hoodies and unbuckling belts. Paul's legs wrap firmly around Duncan's waist as one of Duncan's hands sneak down into the back of his jeans.

Duncan lets out a delighted noise as his fingers explore between Paul's cheeks and he discouvered his surprise. His fingers press firmly against the base of the plug, pushing it up against Paul's prostate and pulling a groan out of Paul.

"Fuck you had this in the whole time?"

Duncan's voice had dropped to a deep rumbling base and he continued to manipulate the plug until Paul was reduced to a whining, breathless mess.

"Didn't want … to waste time… on prep" Paul was gasping, trying to get the words out "There are a lot … of surfaces … i want you to fuck me on."

Paul can feel Duncan's grin where his face was pressed against his neck, lips and tongue and teeth trailing down the soft skin. His beard a pleasant burn, turning his throat pink and tender.

"You fucking tease"

Paul gets no warning before Duncan is pulling him away from the wall and walking them over to the couch where he gets manhandled face first over the back. Duncan's hips pressed against his ass, pinning him in place as his hoodie got pulled the rest of the way off. Duncan's hands are rough and hot as they drag down the open back of his top. Caressing all that skin Paul left on display.

Broad fingers wrap around the straps keeping the shirt on and give a firm pull, using them to pull Paul back harder against Duncan's cock. Almost as though using them as a handle to move Paul where Duncan wants him. Could use them to pull Paul back onto his cock. (The thought was a very good one.)

Duncan kisses softly down Paul's spine, hands moving around to the front of his body and getting his belt and jeans undone. His pants get pulled down around his knees, Duncan kicking his feet apart leaving his legs spread as far as the pants will allow. Paul can feel the heat from Duncan's body through his shirt against the bare skin of his back. Hands running up Paul's back, over his shoulders and down his arms. Grabbing onto Paul wrists Duncan pulled them together behind him, pinning them to his lower back.

"Keep your arms there. Alright?"

Paul nodded with a moan, grabbing onto his own wrists to lock his arms in place.

"Good Boy"

The praise made Paul moan again, hips grinding against the back of the couch seeking even a little bit of sensation. He can hear Duncan's deep laugh and his hands settle on the straps of Paul's shirt once again. This time getting his hips pulled back away from the couch and making his back arch, ass out. Holding him there as Duncan worked his lips and teeth down Paul's spine once more. He hears the thud as Duncan falls down to his knees, his teeth scraping across his ass cheek.

Duncan kneels behind Paul and pulls his ass cheeks apart exposing his hole which was stuffed with the plug he felt earlier. He gripped the base firmly giving it a slow tug, pulling it out half way before fucking it back in. The action pulled the most beautiful noises out of Paul's throat. High pitched and desperate. He gives the plug a few more slow thrusts before pulling it out completely and tossing it aside. He sinks two fingers in to test the stretch before burying his face there.

He spends several minutes eating Paul out, using all the tricks he remembered from the last time. From all their conversations about likes and dislikes. Makes sure to liberally abuse his tender skin with his beard, leaving Paul's inner thighs red and warm. Keeps going until the sounds coming out of Paul were desperate and begging before he pulled away. Rising to his feet with a slap against Paul's ass cheek.

"Condom?"

"Table"

Paul's head jerks to the left, indicating the small table there, a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube waiting. Duncan quickly rolls one of the condoms on, resisting the urge to stroke himself while he does it, before applying another squirt of lube to Paul's hole for good measure before lining himself up and sinking in. Inch by rock hard inch.

Paul felt amazing around him, hot and tight and oh so wet. It was everything Duncan had remembered and been fantasizing about for months. He set up a slow pace, savouring the feeling of finally being inside Paul again. Savouring the sounds he was dragging out of Paul's throat. (He worked hard to warn those beautiful, beautiful sounds.)

Duncan grabbed the straps of Paul top again and used them to begin pulling the younger man harder and harder into the thrust of his hips. Soon he had Paul begging, pleading with Duncan to let him cum.

"Please Duncan! I'm so close!"

Duncan slowed the movement of his hips, slowed until it was more of a grind then true movement. Grinning as Paul let out a frustrated groan he leaned over to mouth along Paul's shoulder. Between kisses he began to tell Paul exactly what he was going to do to him.

"No. I'm going to fuck you in every room first. Then if you've been a good boy, I might let you come."

Duncan bit back a grin as Paul whined out his complaints before falling silent the longer Duncan sat there without moving. Duncan then proceeded to make good on his promise.

Paul was loving every minute, every second of what Duncan was doing to him. They had quickly pulled apart so they could finish getting undressed before Duncan lifted Paul up in his arms again. He was walked over to the kitchen counter and is laid out over the island before Duncan sinks into him again. Paul raises his arms up over his head, gripping onto the edge and trying to push back into each thrust as best as possible. The countertop cold against his hot, sweaty back.

After the island their next stop was against the wall outside the bedroom. (This was probably Paul's favourite stop, Duncan's strength was a huge turn on.)

Duncan had wrapped Paul's legs around his thick waist and he was buried balls deep inside Paul. The angle and gravity doing wonderful, wonderful things and Paul almost came just from the feeling of Duncan's. His cock was grinding against Paul prostate, his big strong arms holding him in place. The scratch of his beard against tender skin, the scrap of teeth and his mouth latched onto Paul's nipple.

However Duncan kept his promise and still wouldn't let Paul cum, even as he was once again reduced to begging and pleading. (Paul was only a little put out that he couldn't convince Duncan to change his mind. Only a little.)

They finally made it into his bedroom and Duncan has him sprawled out across the sheets. He towers over Paul for a minute and Paul takes full advantage to get his fill of all the skin on display. From his perch between his spread legs, Duncan lets him. Let's him run his palms up his abs, fingers running along his adonis belt, along the thick muscles up to his pecs.

It's only as Paul's hands brush against Duncan's nipples that the bigger man finally moves. Gathering both of Paul's hands in one of his big ones and stretching out, pinning Paul's hands above his head. The other hand sliding up the inside of Paul's thigh, hooking under his knee and bringing his leg over a broad shoulder. Practically bending Paul in half with the size and weight of his body.

Paul's head swims and he lets out a desperate moan, trying to push back against Duncan's hold to no success. The other man has him very securely pinned down. Duncan leans even closer and meets Paul's mouth in a searing kiss. He parts his lips for Duncan immediately, welcoming his tongue to slide against his own. The kiss is slow and sensual and the wet glide sent a flood of warmth through his whole body, ramping his arousal back up to a hundred.

Wrapping his other leg high around Duncan's waist Paul pulls the other man the last few inches needed to have them completely flush together. His huge cock sliding up over the cleft of Paul's ass, over his balls and against his own rock hard cock. This seems to break whatever spell they were both under then it was a quick adjustment of bodies to get Duncan back inside him. Thick and hard and perfect.

This time Duncan doesn't slow down, doesn't stop and when Paul asks he finally says yes. Paul comes harder than he had in months, screaming his pleasure, not caring that his neighbors will be getting an earful. He comes just from the feeling of Duncan's cock inside him, from his cock slamming against his prostate. From the feeling of him pinning Paul down, taking what he wants. He keeps going and going and just when Paul thinks it's too much the bigger man finally stills with a groan and cums as well.

Duncan collapses down onto Paul, blanketing him in warm, slightly sweaty, skin. They laid there unmoving for several minutes, each working at getting their breath back under control.

"You're getting cum everywhere."

Duncan huffs out a laugh between gasping breaths.

"Don't care."

The next morning Paul fulfills the other half of his wishes for Duncan's visit. He wakes up first and extracts himself from the bigger man's hold so he can make Duncan breakfast in bed. (Omelets with veggies and sausage with a side of fresh fruit. It was almost as good as the feeling of sleeping in Duncan's hold.)

After they finished their food they showered together, running soapy hands over each other's bodies. Trading kisses and touches until they got worked up and ended up fucking again. Duncan's hair was a wet tangled mess over Paul's pillows as he rode him until they both found release. (They ended up having to take a 2nd shower but Paul thought it was totally worth it. Plus those pecs were even more glorious slippery and wet.)

It took another 45 minutes and several texts from his band mates for Duncan to finally get out the door. They kept getting distracted with each other, trading touches and kisses.

Paul closed to the door behind the bigger man, leaning his head against the door with a soft thud. He already missed Duncan, his heart hurt. Barely 5 minutes had gone by before his phone buzzed with a text notification. Pulling it out he looked at the screen and couldn't help but let out a laugh.

'Next time we're breaking out that dildo.'

Next time. Sounds nice. Warmth floods his body. Then it hits him. (Shit. He was in love with Duncan Fucking Idaho.)

(Duncan's band mates did in fact end up teasing him about Paul. Again. For the chords he fumbled the night before, for getting caught necking in the hallway with the scantily clad twink. And has he was sitting there, blushing from all the teasing, it hits him too.)

#kirstin's chronicles #dune #dune fanfiction #atreidaho #paul atreides #duncan idaho #duncan x paul #paul x duncan #modern au #m/m

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meanwhile, in another time, another place

#has anyone made this kind of au yet?? am i copying someone?? augh #this is kind of an age swap au #so old characters are in the place of young characters #and vice versa #i didn't swap king bc i don't know who to swap him with??#like i'd swap him with his dad maybe but idk what he officially looks like #so for now king stays the same #topharts #owl house #the owl house #toh #owl house mix n match au #that's what i'm calling it :D

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sarah-in-disguise · 2 years ago

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Love on the Rocks

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Curling AU), Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic), Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: a few swear words, angst with a fluffy ending

Summary: As you prepare for an upcoming curling match with Steve (your partner in mixed doubles curling and in life), an out of sorts day may put your game - and your love - on the rocks.

Word Count: 2922

A/N: This is my second time writing and I’m posting this one-shot as a participant in the @syntheticavenger 11K - In It To Win It Challenge. I chose curling as my sport (if you don’t know much about curling and want to learn a few basics, check out the World Curling Federation website and watch the super short YouTube video at the top of the page) and spun the wheel to get assigned 2010’s for my decade. There is also a flashback in the middle of this one-shot, and I’ve italicized it so it sticks out. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third-party site or app. This is a work of fiction and I do not own any characters in this story. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer. Moodboard picture sources are Google and Canva.

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Walking into the curling rink, you can’t help but feel on edge. Today was just supposed to be a practice to get ready for next weekend, but Steve had been acting strange all day. Risking a glance over at him, you still couldn’t tell what was wrong.

It was usually your job to be on edge before matches, and thankfully Steve knows you well enough that he’s always there to lighten the mood. That was not the case this morning when you noticed his odd behavior during breakfast. When you asked him if everything was OK, he looked like a deer in the headlights before quickly dismissing you and leaving the room.

Approaching the locker rooms to get ready, your anxiety kicks up another notch when you have to tug on his arm to remind of your pre-warm up kiss. A kiss has been part of your warm up routine before every match since you started dating. The fact he almost skipped it makes the unsettled feeling in your stomach sink even deeper. As you swap your boots for your curling shoes, you try to remember a time he’d been this distant with you. Thinking back to the night you first met, Steve had been nothing but confident in every interaction you’d had with him…

As you walked into the rink with Natasha, you couldn’t help the squeal of excitement that escaped your lips. You had recently moved to town for a new job and you quickly bonded with Natasha at work. While you could tell your personalities meshed well from the start, what really brought you together was your love of the winter Olympics - most specifically - curling. You’d spent much of the last few weeks together watching teams compete at all hours of the day thanks to the games being held in PyeongChang.

When Natasha had mentioned she was part of a local curling club and invited you to her next practice, you had been a bit skeptical. You weren’t the athletic type, but after a lot of convincing (and a few drinks), you had finally agreed to give it a try.

“I’d ask if you were excited,” she drawled out with a smirk on her face, “but the squeal you just let out already answered that question.” You rolled your eyes at her but couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You were beyond thrilled to see the game played up close and even try throwing a few rocks yourself, but before you made it to the ice, you were stopped by a tall blond built like a brick house shooting you an award winning smile.

“Nat, good to see you.” God, that voice could melt you and the ice on the spot. “This the newbie you’ve been telling me about?” The smirk he gave you made your cheeks heat up.

“Don’t scare her away just yet, Rogers,” she responded. “I heard you need a new mixed doubles partner. She’s even more competitive than you, which means you might be able to stick with someone for more than a few weeks. What have you been through so far this season, eleven different partners?”

After sending a glare at Natasha, he made eye contact with you again. “Ignore her. The name’s Steve by the way,” he said as he extended his hand to shake your clammy one. “I’m the captain of the curling club. I don’t usually teach lessons for beginners, but I’ll gladly make an exception if you think you might be interested in being my mixed partner when you’re ready to compete.”

Your mouth drops open and you stare at both of them in shock. “I’m flattered, honestly, but don’t you think you should see if I’m any good before you make an offer like that?” The self-doubt settling in is a real concern at this point. While you were good at a lot of things in life, the first thing on that list was being competitive to the point that when you know you won’t succeed or have trouble with something, you walk away. What if Natasha got Steve’s hopes up to have you self-combust?

Steve shakes his head and shoots you another award-winning smile. “If you’re half the person Natasha has gone on about the past few weeks, I’m sure you’ll do great. Nat, get her to the locker rooms so I can start with practice. We don’t have all night!”

As he walks away and Natasha drags you towards the women’s locker room, you start to overthink everything. How were you supposed to learn how to curl from Steve? You weren’t even sure you could concentrate enough to put together a full sentence around him at this point. That perfect, blue-eyed son of a bitch was going to melt you into a puddle.

“Natasha!” Your whisper came out a bit harsher than you anticipated, but at this point you didn’t care. “What the HELL were you thinking? YOU were supposed to teach me how to do this, not that literal Adonis out there! How am I supposed to do this without making a fool of myself?”

“Everything is going to be fine,” she answered with a smile as she started to change her shoes. All this nervous energy needed an outlet, so you began pacing along the lockers. “Steve’s a really sweet guy. Even if you weren’t interested in curling, I probably would’ve still set you up on a date with him.”

That made you stop dead in your tracks. “A DATE?!” You turn to face her before sitting down on the bench next to her and shaking your head in disbelief. “Please tell me this sham of yours is NOT doubling for a date.”

With a sigh, Natasha turned to face you. “Have a little faith in me, will you? I knew the minute I met you that you two would be perfect for each other, and that was before I knew how big of a curling fan you were. You know I wouldn’t put you in this situation if I didn’t think you were going to blow Steve away tonight.” While that made you feel a bit better, you were still on edge. “Just lose a bit of this nervous energy before you go out there and you’ll do great.”

As you left the locker room and tried to settle the butterflies in your stomach, they doubled their efforts when you walked out and found a pair of blue eyes staring at you from across the sheet. Before you had the best or worst night of your life, you grabbed Natasha by the arm. “He’s really been through eleven partners so far this season?”

With that signature smirk, she responds. “Yep. All eleven thought they could charm him with a giggle and a smile before they found out how competitive he can get.” She shook her head and let out a small laugh. “That boy may be pretty, but he’s smart enough to figure out if someone isn’t in it for the right reasons.”

You ponder her answer for a few seconds. “When you say not in it for the right reasons,” you glance over to see him sending a few practice rocks down the sheet before looking back at Natasha, “do you mean in curling or in relationships?”

You didn’t notice the tall brunette as he approached, but once he started to talk, you knew he’d heard at least part of your conversation. “Why don’t you go over there and find out?” Stunned, you looked up at him before he added, “I’m Bucky by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”

Natasha quickly filled you in that Bucky was her mixed doubles partner and Steve’s best friend. It wasn’t hard to figure out that he had something to do with putting this plan into place as well. Somehow, that didn’t surprise you one bit.

“Based on what Nat’s told me, you’ll be fine. We’ll be practicing on the sheet next to you. If things start to go south, we’ll be right there.” Everything that Bucky said made sense, so you took their good luck wishes and headed over to Steve.

“Ready to get started?” You met his megawatt smile with a small one of your own, and with a nod of your head, you started your first lesson.

A smile crosses your face when you remember that first lesson. Steve had been a great teacher. His enthusiasm was contagious, and when he celebrated everything you did right, he slowly built your confidence up - allowing you to open up and be yourself with him. He could even sense when you were being too hard on yourself and stopped your negative inner dialogue that could creep into your head. A few curling lessons turned into a first “official” date, and the rest was history.

When you made your way out of the locker room, you found Steve having a tense conversation with Bucky and Nat. As they notice you walking over, Steve grabs Bucky and abruptly ends the conversation to get the rocks ready on the other end of the sheet. Natasha simply gave you a shrug before asking if you were ready to go.

“I think so. Is it just me,” you ask, “or is Steve acting weird today?” Natasha hums in response, but doesn’t answer. “He’s been jumpy all morning. We have a match coming up next weekend but he’s never behaved like this before.”

“Maybe he’s just nervous we’ll kick your asses in practice today.” You shoot her a dirty look as she laughs and you start making your way down to the other end of the sheet. “Loser buys drinks tonight, right boys?” While Bucky responds with his typical booming laugh, Steve avoids your eye contact and starts getting his first rock ready to go.

As you and Steve alternate taking turns with Bucky and Nat to throw stones, Steve seems to get more and more in his head about whatever is bothering him. His strategy is usually air-tight. Now that you’ve played with him for over a year, you generally know what call he is going to make before he makes it. Today his calls are all over the board and rarely make sense. He was even having a hard time reading the ice, so his shouts of “HURRY, HURRY, HARD” to guide your rocks were few and far between.

Most people would brush this up to Steve having an off day, but you weren’t most people. Even though it was Steve who wasn’t communicating what should be done, you took that out on yourself. He had always been able to read you like a book and sense your internal negative self-talk before it caused too many issues. Turns out those senses were off today, too.

After throwing your final stone of the seventh end (and completely missing the house), you were so far behind Nat and Bucky that it didn’t make sense to play the final end. You were ready to be done. Hell, even Nat and Bucky knew you were ready to be done. You were tired of being frustrated and trying to hold back your traitorous tears and you were ready to put this whole day behind you.

As Bucky and Steve were getting the rocks ready for the final end, you shook your head and walked off the sheet of ice. “I think we can be done now,” you throw over your shoulder as you keep walking to pick up your gym bag. Throwing it over your shoulder, you turn to find everyone’s shocked faces staring back at you. “We all have off days, right?” Your laugh comes off flat as you break eye contact to stare at the floor and try to hold the tears in. “Good game, guys. Can we rain check those drinks until later this week? I’m not feeling the greatest.”

When you turn and start walking towards the doors, you hear Steve running and calling after you. “Hey, hey wait. Sweetheart!” It doesn’t take long for him to catch up to you and turn you to face him. You’re far enough away from Bucky and Natasha that you don’t even try to hide your tears anymore as they stream down your face. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?”

You scoff and try to look away, but Steve keeps a strong hold on your face as he thumbs away a few tears. “This isn’t working, Steve.” You can’t help but catch how his face drops.

“What do you mean, this isn’t working?”

“Steve, everyone has off days. Today obviously isn’t a good day for us, and we can’t force it to work.” A bit of relief reaches his eyes as you continue. “I’m sure by now even Nat and Buck can tell this just isn’t working today. Let’s just go home and forget about it, OK?”

Steve looks like he’s about to give in, but then a determined glint shines in his eyes. “I know I’ve been acting weird today, and I’m sorry I wasn’t supporting you like a good partner should. Can you trust me and give this another chance? Let’s give ‘em hell in this last end, yeah?” A small smile spreads across your face as your regular version of Steve comes back. “I promise I won’t let you down, sweetheart. What do you say?”

“Ok,” you say in a small voice, but he’s close enough to hear it. After a quick peck to your lips, Steve grabs your hand as you head back to finish the last end. Natasha shares a smile with you as you get back on the sheet, causing you to miss the look or relief Steve shared with Bucky. After Natasha throws her first stone, Steve is back in the zone with shouts of encouragement as he coaches you to sweep your first stone of this end into place.

The next few stones are thrown as expected, and you share a quick smile with Steve as he heads down to throw the last rock of the match. Although he looks nervous to throw this one, he sends it right on track down the sheet of ice. You hardly have to yell at him to sweep at all and the rock ends up with perfect placement right in front of your feet. There was no way you were going to catch up to Bucky and Nat to win the match, but at least you came back to redeem yourself in the final end.

After sharing a sweet kiss with Steve and telling your friends they played a good game today, you were ready for a drink and some greasy bar food to end the day. Before you could walk off the ice, Steve grabbed your arm to pull you back.

“Can you do me a favor, sweetheart?” You give him a confused look, but nod your head, silently telling him to continue. “Can you check over that last rock I threw? It didn’t seem curl enough as it should’ve on its way down here.”

As you turn around to look at the stone behind you, your breath hitches and tears start to form in your eyes. Written on the last rock Steve threw were the words ‘Marry Me?’ along with a diamond ring hanging off the handle. When Steve clears his throat, you spin around to find him down on one knee behind you, causing you to quickly lose balance. Luckily, his hands find your waist so he can guide you to sit on his knee before you face-planted onto the cold ice below.

When he smiles at you, it all starts to make sense. Steve acting off all day, all the weird shared glances between him and your friends - even the pep talk to get you back on the ice for the last end. It was all leading to a proposal from the man of your dreams.

“I hope you understand why I was so off today, sweetheart. You are the perfect partner both on and off the ice, and I didn’t want to screw this up.” With a small nod from you, he continues.

“I love you so much. You mean more to me than anything or anyone else ever could, and while today didn’t go exactly how I planned because I couldn’t get out of my head, I know there isn’t anyone else I’d want to share this life with.”

With steady hands, he stops to brush a few tears off your cheeks before he leans down to pull the diamond ring off the curling stone handle. Taking your shaking left hand in his, Steve looks right into your eyes with a look of determination you’ve never seen before. “Will you make me the luckiest man alive and marry me?”

“Yes,” you whisper with a smile and a nod of your head. “Of course I mmph!” Steve didn’t think that sentence needed to be finished as he pressed his lips to yours in a short but eager kiss. When you pulled away to get some air, you beamed as he looked down to slide the most beautiful ring you have ever seen on your left hand.

Soon, you could hear shouts of excitement from Bucky and Nat as they came over to join in your celebration. While today certainly didn’t start out like you had planned, you can’t help but look at your best friends and newly minted fiancé without thinking your life will always be best when it’s spent on the rocks.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers #reader insert #steve rogers fanfiction #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #curling #synths11kinittowinitchallenge #Steve Rogers

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slowpoke-fics · 3 years ago

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Scent | Mate Series

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek x Y/N

Summary: Derek is getting suspicious of you, you're hiding something and he wants to know what

Warnings: not really I think but just in case, as always, read at your own risk

A/N: This is Part One | Next Part

This whole thing is a whole family pack au and mate au, OC stuff in later chapters but I really loved writing this and love the idea of a family pack <3

You walked into Scott’s house, happily smiling at everyone gathered around the table, noticing that even Derek had showed this time. The wolves seemed to carry on about their business as you muttered something about dinner and moved to the kitchen. “I don’t like that ya know?” You jumped a little, turning to Derek and smiling in confusion. He sniffed the air, “All I can smell is your strawberry shortcake lotion. You use too much.” You scoffed, turning to the food, “I don’t care, go smell someone else.” He shook his head, “Why? I don’t like not being able to smell you.” You looked at him, eyebrows raised, "Derek, I know what you wolves do, it's a violation of privacy, I like my emotions being mine." Derek huffed under his breath, "Just trying to care." He turned and walked out of the kitchen.

You couldn't help but wonder if you'd been excessively hateful, but you were right. You knew better than anyone, wolves violate your privacy whenever they can by just smelling you, let alone with serious practice what they can do. You could never keep a secret around a pack of wolves, and living in Beacon Hills with the extra wolf sense going around is no different. It's better to just hide your scent all together. You of course knew how to do this very well without the nifty supernatural trick; putting lotion over your scent glands regularly, wearing tight clothes, and lots of deodorant. You sighed to yourself as you thought of how different it could be if you could come clean.

Derek hung back after the meeting, watching as you waved everyone goodbye, claiming he was cleanup help since you cooked. "What's up Derek?" Scott said once the door shut. "Y/n," Derek started, turning to Scott, hand rubbing his scruff nervously, "has she always covered her scent like that?" Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "Now that I think about it, yeah, why?" Derek shrugged, acting like it was no big deal but wanted to put the fuze out before it went to far, "Dunno, she's just the only one that does it, even Lydia with the amount of crap she wears, I can smell her," he sighed, "it's like Y/n is hiding something man, I've just never once smelled her." Derek shook his head, "I mean, it's never bothered you? Not being able to smell her?"

Scott could sense something he hadn't ever before with Derek, a sense of need, like when Stiles called to him when he almost lit himself on fire. "She just wants her privacy, she knows we can smell fear, anxiety, joy, embarrassment," he slapped Dereks shoulder, "relax man, are you really worried Y/n is out to get you?" Dereks hands fell next to him, "Something like that." Derek said his goodbyes to Scott and happily Stiles, as over the years he's grown to love the wild man, and left wondering about you.

At the next pack meeting, this time in his loft, you were the last one in again. As everyone was catching up and cutting up, Derek found his way beside you, "I don't like that one, it smells sour, what is it?" You blushed just slightly, "I don't know some cucumber mix." Derek huffed, "If all I can smell is fake shit, at least something good, citrus, sweet or somethin'," he shrugged as he made his way to the table.

You'd all been discussing new training for the supernatural creatures drawn in by the Nemeton and handling the strays that don't fall in line with the help of the argents. Derek was next to you, something you knew was no coincidence as he'd swapped places with Scott at some point. He reached over to the map in front of you, trying to rub just your shirt, but you slyly moved your arm, muttering an apology, "Oh, sorry," but Derek didn't miss the extra heartbeat, even if just for a second. What is going on with you?

A few days later you find yourself climbing in the passenger of Stiles' jeep, just leaving your house after reapplying lotion, knowing that you were going to Dereks' for pack training. "Scott needed a ride today, that okay?" Stiles quizzed you, studying you as you answered with a hum. "Everything alright?" he reiterated, turning the music up. You shrugged, "I just have a feeling something is going on." Stiles gave you a sympathetic smile as he pulled up to Scott's.

Scott climbed in Stiles' back seat, glancing at you, consciously aware that you only smelled like mixed berry lotion, smiling, "Hey, Y/n, how was your day?" You shrugged, "The usual, excited for some pack time." Scott listened to your steady beat, kicking himself for even listening. The ride to Dereks normal while you intently listened to Stiles ramble. It was impossible not to notice that something was bothering Scott, you just hoped it wasn't you.

Scott was the first to knock on the door, Stiles following impatiently while you stood behind the two men. Derek slid the door open, looking over the two men and directly smiling at you, welcoming you all in. You followed closely in behind Stiles, narrowly missing Derek. You sense him reaching forward, out for the small of your back, you quickly stepped out of the way and to the kitchen, hoping your heartbeat was steady. "So what am I making?"

You worked on finishing up the tacos, careful to clean up any mess you made and wash the used pans. You had Liam lay out the table who was cooling off from a tough session with Isaac. He was really slinging the plates down, you put your hand just inches from his, stopping him from laying another plate down, "Liam," his eyes connected with yours, "listen to my heart, get yours to match it." Liam shook his head, starting to lay another plate down, clearly frustrated, but you spoke again, "Liam," you sighed, "it is okay to lose control and get angry, but get it back. Take a breath, control your heart rate, ground yourself." Liam took a deep breath in as you guided him, smiling at you before gently setting the plates down. You could feel the anger dissipating from him as he did.

"Thank you for helping," you muttered as you rubbed his shoulder comfortingly, making sure your sleeve covers your bare hand, smiling at him, "I'm gonna go get them." You walked into the training room, sweat and power smacking you in the face, "Dinner's ready!" Scott and Derek let go of each other, playfully draping their arms around each other, "You wanna spar, Y/n?" Derek asked and you laughed, a sound that blessed his ears, "Uh, no thank you, I'll leave that to the big bad wolves." Scott smiled, "Come on! Even Stiles trains!" Stiles jumps at this, pointing to Scott, "Hey!" Causing everyone to erupt into laughter, you smiled, "Who else is gonna cook?" At that Stiles interjected again, heading to the meal, "Not it!"

After you all ate you helped Liam collect and wash dishes, Derek watching you dodge every corner of the tablecloth, studied your moments as you put up pates, careful to not touch them with your bare hands. He thought to himself as he watched you that he was reading way too much into it. That you were just a private polite person, but something was rubbing him the wrong way, something he was missing. As you put away the last dish, Stiles stood up, smiling, "Bye, sour wolf." Derek glared at him but turned to you who was side by side with Stiles, your arm around his waist, also heading out, "See you later, sour wolf."

Scott trailed behind, making sure you and Stiles were out of earshot. "Man, what is your problem I can literally see the fury coming off of you." Derek glared at Scott, "Y/n, she just-" Scott rolled his eyes, "You can't be serious, not with this again." Derek rubbed his face, "Man, I'm telling you," he shook his head, clearly troubled, "She won't let me touch her! At all, I'm talking not even an accidental brush," Derek spoke lower, "She wouldn't train because that causes sweat, we could smell her, won't even touch the tablecloth. She washes every dish she uses, won't touch the plates with her bare hands? The plates?" Scott could tell Derek was genuinely upset by this, "Why does this bother you so much man?" Derek sighed, "I don't know," he drug broth his hands over his face, an attempt to rub the stress away, "I don't think she'd hurt us of course, but she's definitely- Scott, there's too many questions I need answered." Scott sighed, "Okay, if it means that much to you, I'll look into it." Scott started walking and that's when you snapped back into Stiles honking the horn of the car, you giggling with him as Scott came rushing out.

How much longer could you hide your secret?

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starshine-valley · 1 year ago

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The last unit left!! Star’s * Purity !! The silly goofy band. I know i said that they’re the ones without hairstyle changes but i lied when i realized how much hairstyle changes would effect their characters and stuff!! So yeah!!

Anyways, last unit post

#pjsk #project sekai #prosekai #proseka #prsk #POSTING THIS BEFORE I WATCH HAMILTON #shizuku hinomori #tsukasa tenma #kohane azusawa #kanade yoisaki #i love them #they’re so silly #LAST OF THE BUNCH WOOO #ALSO MIGHT WRITE DRABBLES OF THIS AU WE’LL SEE #Mix n’ Match swap au

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kakayamaweek2021 · 4 years ago

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KakaYama Week 2021

Theme: Space and Time

Dates: July 11th- July 17th

Prompts:

Day 1: Oblivious Idiots | Missions | "You need therapy, like yesterday"

Day 2: Anbu | Fake Dating | "Don't abuse your cuteness, kohai"

Day 3: Sexual Tension | Growing Old/Retirement | "Boss, we stayed with you all our lives, but if you make us choose, we'll go with Tenzou"

Day 4: Drunken Confessions | Body Swap | "It's always been you, Tenzou"

Day 5: The Parent (Sensei) Trap | Time Travel | "I'm guarding the Hokage"

Day 6: Secret Dating | Friends to Lovers/Enemies to Lovers | "How do you convince everyone that you're actually a functional adult?"

Day 7: Only One Bed | Yakuza/Mob AU | "I thought we were dating"

Alternate Song Prompts:

Movement by Hozier

Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash

Save Yourself by My Darkest Hour

My Demons by Starset

If I’ve been Enveloped by Tenderness from Kiki’s Delivery Service

Pieces by Sum 41

Demons at the Door by Sleeping Wolf

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asexual-abomination · 4 years ago

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Plat!Yan!Chrollo x Autistic!Reader x Plat!Yan!PT - Soulmate AU Part 1

This is largely self indulgent writing, as I know that very little of this niche exists, if any. The reader here is largely based on myself and my own thoughts of the world, but I hope others enjoy my writing. I have no formal education in writing, so if you have any advice for my writing style, please feel free to send it in.

This idea was largely inspired by the lovely @kiame-sama, who wrote this concept with a romantically yandere Chrollo, though I am aro-ace and changed it just slightly for my own writing. I hope to continue this series with more parts, but they may not all follow the same story thread.

This part just includes the body swap.

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You were never going to make the best impression on your soulmate. Or at least, you could never make the best impression on their friends, and that was what mattered largely to you. Talking to people would never be your strong suit, but at least on your end you had many months and other friends to keep your soulmate entertained. Waking up in a stranger's body, talking to other strangers about all details of their life? Horrible.

It should have been a comfort that there was a small yellow flower tattooed just below the date on your back, indicative of a platonic soulmate, but the idea that you would likely be expected to spend time not just with your soulmate, but with their friends as well threw you off so incredibly. Your soulmate would surely need the patience of a saint to deal with you, at least according to most people you speak with about your soulmate.

Your preparations for the switch were over now, all things embarrassing put away for now, some good food prepped, and a letter you had written taped to the inside of your bedroom door. For now, you were going over the final rules for your friends who were under strict instructions of exactly what they could and could not speak about with your soulmate. Even though they chuckled under their breath about your extreme caution, at this point you had to trust that they would follow what you said, since your switch was just minutes away.

Your closest friend, Jo, assured you that they would keep the rest in line. Knowing their authoritative personality and intimidating aura, you were much more reassured that things would go well. Even as you got up to leave, they were giving everyone their famous evil eye to keep them quiet.

Heading into the bedroom, you laid down, only to realize that your breathing was coming short and there seemed to be not enough air getting in your lungs. Were you seriously having a panic attack just before your switch? You tried to calm yourself with the breathing exercises you had been taught, but there was little you could do, which only made your panic grow faster.

You had only seconds to spare, and the reality of the situation hit you with the force of a freight train. Keeping your eyes open, you took one deep breath to hope you wouldn't ruin everything on the spot.

Everything changed in an instant, the position of your body, the tension of your muscles, the temperature and smell of the room. And the last thing to hit you, the fact that your soulmate decided to switch while driving on a highway.

Internally, you felt a massive surge of panic, outweighing the mild anxiety you had been feeling by a landslide. Until you realized that the body you were in appeared to be functioning on its own.

It was common knowledge that during the switch, there was no change to the body's ability to understand and speak languages, though you wondered if you were among the first to find the same thing applied to driving skills.

Slowly, you brought your breathing back to a calm, knowing that a meltdown right now could spell things much worse than humiliation. Once you felt ready enough that you wouldn't cry the second anything moved a moment to fast, you looked up to the rearview mirror to take in the inhabitants of the car.

Seeing the body you were in -- your soulmate -- was jarring, but he didn't appear immediately scary in the mirror. He had slicked black hair, wide eyes the color of granite, and wore a black trench coat with white fur that was open to show his bare chest underneath. But your attention was quickly drawn from his reflection to the fact that there were others accompanying you in this car.

Sat next to you in the passenger's seat was a woman with bright pink hair and a stony face, staring straight ahead at the road, who didn't appear to have noticed that there was any difference in her driver's behavior. Taking up the back seats were three men, one blond with a babyish smile, another blonde much taller than the first with a toughened look about himself, and a man with long black hair tied back looking grumpily out of his side window. All of them gave off intimidating vibes, almost putting you off of speaking at all.

After a few moments of quiet driving, it became apparent to you that these people weren't going to notice you until you spoke up. You were grateful for the time to prepare your first words, but with the menacing energy all these people gave off, you had to put your minimal understanding of conversation to its maximum.

"Ah... This wasn't quite what I was expecting..." Not the best opening line, but at least you had begun to announce your presence.

It was the pink-haired woman next to you who first responded with a questioning hum.

"I'm not sure who this is, but whoever they are, I'm their soulmate." That seemed to incite a reaction from the entire car.

"Soulmate!?" The black haired man jumped from his position, his grumpy mood dissipated and replaced with confusion mixed with excitement. The two other men were looking between themselves, while the woman's face somehow got even tougher, glaring towards you with something that you assumed was suspicion.

"Hah... I'm about as surprised as you are!" You tried to add some joy to your tone, hoping that matching their excitement would somehow dispel the situation faster. However, they continued to glare at you, and you began to wish that you could sink away into the seat, though there was very little that would help with at this point.

It's almost deathly quiet in the car for just a few moments, before all hell breaks loose. The others in the car were yelling questions at you, and yelling in general at each other.

"Would you lot calm down!?" The woman seemed to be your ally here, "If you keep this act up, we're gonna scare his soulmate off before the switch is even over!"

"Why wouldn't the boss have told us about his switch? This isn't like him in the slightest!" The black-haired man was clearly upset, though you weren't sure if he was angry at 'the boss' or at you.

The woman hushed him by saying that 'the boss' likely meant this as a test, which only served to confuse your perception of these people further. After a few moments of whispering between themselves, they finally turned back to you.

"So, who are you?" The rougher looking blond asked, not exactly setting a good tone.

It took you a few moments to even notice that he had even spoken to you, as the realization that your soulmate made seemingly no preparations for your switch hit you hard. Even though the day he would switch with you was embedded on his body, he had let you wake up in some random moment of his life, while you had spent months working around this day to get the best outcome possible.

"My name is (Y/N)," you introduced yourself carefully, not quite sure if you wanted to give your full name away to these people, "And who might you be?"

The four looked between themselves, completely ignoring your question. "No-one we know by that name."

They went further into their suspicious act, but were kind enough to also give their own first names before continuing their own interrogation. It was the baby-faced boy in the backseat, Shalnark, who asked the majority of the questions, he seemed to be very pushy and tricked you into giving answers multiple times.

The conversation was very one-sided, as you tried every trick you had ever been taught for keeping interactions equal, only to eventually realize that all four of them were working against you, using tactics for talking that you had never thought of before.

You were quick to become frustrated with their incessant questions. There were no spaces for the others to talk, leaving you feel like bug under a microscope as they stared at you. Eventually, it seemed that they were happy with the information they had gotten from you, which was a lot, including the full name you hadn't wanted to give them earlier, your home nation and your line of work.

Whoever these people were, they were good at interrogation, Shalnark especially good at tricking you with simple questions that he insinuated much greater answers from, which worried you for what these people could do for a living. If your soulmate was their boss, could he be even better at this type of talk? You didn't think you could handle conversations with a man that potentially intelligent.

Now that they were being less interrogating, you tried to take the opportunity to add your own questions, but you could only glean a few things from the way they answered. For one thing, the highway that you were currently on was on the same continent that you lived on, but a few countries over. For another, there were many more members of this group that worked for your soulmate.

Asking questions about your soulmate got a strange reaction each time, all of the passengers of the car taking a moment to look between themselves before giving you vague answers. His name was Chrollo, and as their boss, they didn't feel it was right to tell you too much about him, or so they said. You found that he was well-read, though they still refused to tell you much about precisely what he read.

It felt useless to try and pursue the conversation further, as you were nowhere near their level of smarts in conversation. To try and alleviate some of the tension you were feeling, you attempted to bring up lighter topics, asking them for funny stories, which they somewhat complied with. Although their style of telling stories seemed odd to you, as they left out a lot of details without prompting, but you were at least happy that the focus was off of you.

They told you stories of traveling around the world, and how they saw some of the worlds most gorgeous sights and expensive luxuries nearly everyday. You had to assume that they were embellishing most of it, but they made their lives sound rather fun, and you wondered if your own friends were giving Chrollo anywhere near as good an impression back home.

It had to have been at least an hour before another fear hit you, one that plagued you nearly everyday. From your perspective, everything was going well, they were laughing and telling stories not just to you but with each other, which indicated that they were happy with how how you acted. However, the fear that plagued you from inside told you that they weren't happy, that you had done something wrong and now they were laughing at you. Looking back on every word you had spoken, you felt almost physically sick, seeing every flaw in your word choice and tone in hindsight.

The passengers were looking and laughing between themselves and talking, so they didn't notice right away that there were tears gathering in your eyes, for which you were grateful. Just as suddenly as you were sat there, surrounded by happy voices with tears in your eyes, you were back home, sat amongst your own friends, who laughed perhaps even louder.

Once you came to and realized that you were no longer driving, and in fact were sitting on your own couch with your own friends, the tears really started to run. The letter that you had spent so much time carefully writing was clutched hard in your hand, but not so much that it would crumple or bend.

You quickly stood while mumbling an excuse, rushing to your room as your friends called after you. It felt odd to be back in your own body, the smells and sounds of everything hitting you horribly clearly. There was very little you could do to keep yourself from getting overwhelmed.

Your friends had already been prepared for what to do if you were overwhelmed coming back from your switch, but that didn't stop their concern for the way you were acting.

"Hey, (Y/N)? You okay in there?" Jo's voice came through the door, and you were grateful that your closest friend was here for you. "The others are all gonna start heading home now, but I'm gonna stick around. I don't want you to feel alone at the moment."

With a quick confirmation from you from behind the door, Jo headed to get some rest in the living room. Practically falling into your bed, you pulled the weighted blanket you had gotten as a gift over yourself, staring up at the ceiling as all of the feelings of excitement and fear finally crashed down on you.

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accioxreparo · 4 years ago

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synopsis: soulmate au in which every mark that appears on your body also appears on your soulmate’s body including, as you discover one day, drawings. Needless to say you’re determined to make your soulmate smile, even if you haven’t found them yet.

pairing: George Weasley x ravenclaw!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Hi I’m late to the party but @thoseofgreatambition is doing a soulmate theme night and I’m a ho for soumate au’s so hopefully mine is decent enough lol also I may or may not be writing one for fred too but it’s taking me ages so

tagging: @the-hufflepuff-of-221b

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When you were six years old you woke up one morning to dark stains splattered all over your face and arms. You were confused and quickly grew panicked, absolutely positive that you had contracted Dragon Pox overnight. It had taken an hour for your dad to calm you down enough so he could explain with a small grin that your soulmate must’ve spilled an inkwell on themselves.

“What do you mean?” You had asked with wide, curious eyes.

“Well,” Your dad had reached for the bedside table and picked up a quil. “Everybody has a soulmate, Y/N. One day you start being able to see the marks that appear on your soulmate's body, permanent or temporary. For you, that day happens to be today.” He dipped the quil in a well filled with bright blue ink and handed it to you. “Why don’t you give it a try? Write your soulmate a message.”

“What if they don’t write back?” You had frowned then, suddenly worrying that maybe this mystery person on the other end would want nothing to do with you.

“Well that’s okay,” Your dad had been quick to reassure you. “They might not be able to see the marks yet. But one day they will and I just know they’ll be ecstatic to know you’re here.”

After that day there was a constant stream of doodles all over you. Vines snaking up your ankle. Twisting patterns winding around your fingers. Planets and stars littering your collarbone area. Stripes of random colors all over your palms as you mixed new colors. The most detailed pictures were always on your left arm though, that was where you practiced new drawings.

Occasionally you wrote a message but mostly you drew. Then one day you bought a book about charms to cast on drawings in Flourish and Blotts and you begged your dad every chance you got to cast them for you. After that at least a few pictures were always moving up and down your body.

When you got your very own wand at the age of eleven they were the first spells you practiced. By the end of your first year at Hogwarts you had mastered the whole book. Since then there was always a constant supply of different colored inks in your bag and pockets. The array of multicolored moving pictures that changed every day was your one connection to your soulmate.

They had yet to write back.

It had been ages since you first found your connection to your soulmate. You’d dealt with scars and bruises and occasional scribbled reminders but never once had you ever received even an acknowledgment of anybody seeing your drawings.

You tried not to let it bother you, you really did. But it seemed like every single person around you had known their soulmate for years, in one way or another. Some days the smile you wore wasn’t quite genuine, the longing you felt growing a little deeper at times, but never once did you fail to decorate your limbs with gentle reminders that you were there for your soulmate to find on themselves.

Not until that day. You were set to leave for school the next morning and your father had taken the week off of work to see you off. The two of you, your older brother, and your younger sister were probably too focused on the quidditch match you had going against each other in the backyard of your house. So much so that the bludger hit your way completely blindsided you.

The match ended with panicked shouts, a trip to St. Mungos, and your left arm wrapped tightly in cloth bandages as it rested in a sling while your bones healed.

It was only when you were sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express that the strangest thing happened. Words scrawled in letters that weren’t your own had appeared on your right arm.

Nothing new today?

As you stared at the writing with wide eyes, more words appeared underneath those.

I’m sure this is bending the rules but I had to know. Something’s wrong isn’t it?

Frantically you dumped out the contents of your bag, scattering them all over the floor of the compartment. You dug around the mess you had made until you found a self-inking quil. Just as you were about to write your response you caught sight of the bandages on your arm and gave a defeated sigh.

“Would you like some help?”

You looked up and saw Luna, a friend of yours a couple years below you, watching you with an amused smile. The two of you would always sit up late in the common room together, swapping theories and stories about anything and everything.

“If you don’t mind,” You gave her a sheepish look and she only smiled before moving to sit next to you.

“What would you like me to write?” Luna asked as she took the quil out of your hand. You smiled and told her, watching as she took your arm and wrote out your words for you.

What makes you think something is wrong?

It was seconds later when you received your response.

Not once in the six years since I’ve been able to see your drawings have you let a day pass where you don’t add new ones. What’s wrong?

A smile graced your face and Luna was kind enough to help you continue the conversation happening on your arm.

I’m fine. Just a Quidditch injury. I’ll have the bandages removed by tonight, don’t worry.

Take your time. I don’t want you to hurt longer than you have to, love.

You were sure it was cheating, talking to your soulmate by writing messages on your arm. But if whatever soulmate forces were out there didn’t want you to talk to them then there shouldn’t have been such a simple loophole.

That’s what comforted you late that night, now gently scrawling messy words quickly on your arm that had been broken only the day before. Never before had you been more thankful for Skele-Gro.

Can I ask you something?

The print you wrote with was small on purpose, trying to keep as much room available as possible. It didn’t stop you, however, from doodling new little pictures on the back of your hand.

Go for it.

Why haven’t you ever said anything before? Why now?

You stared at the words you had written for a few moments before sighing and heading to the bathroom that was connected to your room. Only after staring at the words covering both arms now for a minute or two did you start washing away the ink you had put there.

For a minute you thought that you shouldn’t have asked. You stood in silence, watching as the remainder of the ink, the part written in your soulmates handwriting, was slowly washed away leaving only faint ink stains. Then to your relief a response came after it was all gone.

I was worried. And let’s just say I’m not as artistic as you are, my talents lie in other places.

For a second the writing stopped but then more words appeared, quicker than they had before.

Also I may have missed seeing you draw new pictures for me a little too much.

You beamed at the words and walked back to your bed. After the curtains were pulled around it you lit the end of your wand and picked up your quil again.

Do you like them? The pictures.

The response was almost immediate.

I love them.

***

“Miss Y/L/N.”

You jumped in your seat at the sound of a voice calling your name. Slowly you looked up from where you were taking notes on nonverbal spells. Professor Flitwick stood only a few feet away with an exasperated look on his face. Meanwhile both of the Weasley twins sat at their desk looking quite satisfied with whatever they had just done.

You’d been correct to assume they were behind whatever loud noise had been going on only minutes before. The desk the twins were sitting at was now charred and the other Gryffindors surrounding them were chatting excitedly about whatever it was you missed while your nose was buried in your charms book.

Neither Fred or George Weasley missed the fact that you were trying and failing to keep back an amused smile.

“You’ll be getting a new partner to do your project with,” Professor Flitwick lifted his wand and with a single flick a bag and a pile of unused textbooks was flying across the room and into the empty space next to you. “Mr. Weasley.”

Both boys stood at the same time wearing matching smirks and chorused, “Yes, Professor?”

You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle your laugh when Professor Flitwick sighed and shook his head upon realizing that he really should have seen that coming. “Mr. George Weasley. Come meet your new partner.”

Oddly enough said person didn’t look disappointed by the new assignment at all. Instead he grinned as he approached you, sliding into the chair beside you easily.

You could count the number of times you had spoken to George Weasley on one hand. The first time had been during potions when he’d asked to borrow some foxglove for a pompion potion. It wasn’t the potion you’d been assigned to brew but you hadn’t questioned it. The second time he’d walked up to you and your friends after a quidditch match to congratulate Ravenclaw on their victory against Slytherin despite the fact that none of you were on the team. And the third time was only a few weeks before when he asked to borrow a spare quil in transfiguration.

You doubted he remembered any of that though.

“So partner,” George leaned on the desk, head resting on one of his hands as he looked at you. “What do you know about,” He reached over to look at the piece of parchment you’d been taking your notes on. “Nonverbal spells? That’s our topic?”

“It is,” You nodded and reached for your notes, hoping he wouldn’t flip over the parchment to see the drawings you’d absentmindedly doodled during the lecture. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all,” George’s smile turned softer then as he stared at you, a fact which you noticed. You turned away quickly as you felt your face burn, hoping silently that it wasn’t too noticeable. “On the contrary. From what I hear you’ve already mastered a few nonverbal spells yourself Y/N, dearest.”

You froze then, not sure which revelation surprised you more. The fact that apparently you had developed a reputation without you knowing or the fact that George Weasley of all people knew your name.

You tried your hardest to fight the temptation to ask how he knew you and why.

“Class is almost over,” Your words came out rushed and a little too loud to sound natural. It wasn’t a complete lie. In just ten minutes you’d all be dismissed and that was hardly enough time to make even a small dent into your project. “We should meet sometime before our next class to get started if we want to have it done by the due date.”

“You’re so...ravenclaw,” George spoke after a few moments. When you looked at him again he was still giving you that same soft smile, a different sort of glint in his eyes than the one you were used to seeing every now and then.

For a second your thoughts drifted to the words scrawled on your right arm and the pictures on your left. They were covered up by the sleeves of your sweater as they usually were but you could picture the words you and your soulmate had written to each other earlier that day clearly.

“Is that a bad thing?” You found yourself asking, for some strange reason not being able to bring yourself to pull away from George’s gaze.

“No,” He shook his head gently almost immediately. “It’s perfect.”

***

You had to give credit where credit was due. When it came down to it, George Weasley could in fact step up to the plate.

Even now, an early Sunday morning the day after a trip to Hogsmeade, he sat right in front of you.

You knew for a fact he had been up late the previous night causing his usual mischief alongside his brother. One of the Ravenclaw prefects had been patrolling the halls and you overheard him complaining about having to send the twins back to their dorm for the fourth day in a row when he entered the common room.

It had made you smile.

You’d spent at least a couple hours each day alongside George for the past two and a half weeks. Some of that time had indeed been spent on your project but you found it easier to talk to him than you thought it would be. You couldn’t even begin to count the variety of tales he told you just to hear you laugh.

That, however, meant that the two of you had developed a tendency to avoid your work resulting in you being behind. The next day the two of you would have to present in front of the class. You had already gotten away with postponing the presentation twice.

The first time you had told Professor Flitwick that you needed more time to gather as much information as the topic deserved. The second time George had eaten one of the products he had told you he was working on, one he called a nosebleed nougat. It had worked like a charm and the moment you left the classroom with him he ate another candy and it stopped.

It was the only reason the two of you had woken up at that godforsaken hour of the morning on a Sunday. There was simply no other option now.

“I think all of our research is done and I can write up some notes for us to remember during the presentation,” You reached for another roll of parchment from your bag to do just that before dipping your quil in an inkwell filled with bright blue ink. “But we still need to practice some nonverbal spells for the practical demonstration. What do you think we should -”

It wasn’t until you looked away from the pile of books in front of you and at George that you realized he had dozed off. His head was resting on his arms which were crossed on the desk in front of him and he looked almost peaceful for once.

The corner of a piece of parchment was sticking out from under one of his arms and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself. Slowly you leaned forward until you could reach the parchment and you began to sketch a field of flowers on the paper in various ink colors.

You didn’t notice your own smile as you did so.

Then the end of your quil brushed across George’s face and he almost immediately bolted up in his seat. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes once more he looked over only to find you biting your bottom lip to keep from laughing.

“You look suspicious,” George narrowed his eyes at you playfully when he saw the look on your face, still not noticing the addition to his parchment.

“Do I?” You smiled then as you leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms in front of you.

“You do,” He leaned forward on the desk again and the grin you’d come to see on a regular basis returned. “May I ask why?”

“No reason at all. I’m just excited to learn some nonverbal spells is all,” You laughed as you stood from your seat, squinting a little at the late morning sun shining through the windows. “Speaking of, I’m gonna go search for some books a friend of mine recommended with some spells we could use.”

“Do we not have enough of those here?” George said as he glanced at the pile of no less than seven books, none of which he could remember anything about.

“Those are all on history and theory. We need something on practical application.”

“Right,” George let out a sigh as he reached for one of the unopened books. “You’re lucky I like you. I can’t remember the last time I did this much reading for a project.”

You hummed and then shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Don’t I feel honored.”

“Just get on with it,” George glanced up from the pages of the book he’d been flipping through and at you again, this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Faster we finish with this, the sooner we can sneak into the kitchens for a late breakfast.”

You were quick to agree. George watched as you disappeared behind one of the bookshelves. It was only when he was sure you were gone that he rolled up the sleeve of his sweater and reached for a quil, quickly scribbling a message to his soulmate on his right arm.

When he was done writing the message he caught sight of the flowers that you had drawn on the corner of his parchment and he grinned. Almost absentmindedly he started drawing flowers around your own, albeit a little simpler than the designs you had made. It took a minute for his eyes to widen, quil falling out of his hand, realizing that the flowers you had drawn on the paper he had already seen dozens of times before. In fact, a variation of them sat on his left arm now.

***

Finally four hours later you and George sat in the kitchens which you’d found surprisingly empty. Breakfast and lunch had come and gone and the two of you had gladly accepted a variety of foods from a couple of the house elves.

You were completely oblivious to the way George was studying you closely, trying as hard as he could to see if he was right.

“Puddlemere United,” He said when he caught sight of the patch sewn onto the jacket you were wearing. “I take it you’re a fan?”

“I sort of have to be,” You laughed a little when you saw the confused look flash on George’s face. “My dad is Puddlemere’s captain.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not, promise,” You smiled as you shook your head. Without hesitation you pulled off your jacket, flipping it around so the back was visible, and pointed to a navy blue crest with the Puddlemere United logo and the word ‘captain’ across it in bold, golden letters. “Has been for a few years now and here’s your proof.”

But when you looked at George he wasn’t looking at the jacket at all. Instead he was staring at the variety of words and pictures covering your arms. You could see his eyes darting back and forth and quickly pulled your arm away and under the table.

“Wait,” He reached across the table and took your hand in his, slowly turning your arm around so he could see all every single stroke of ink. You could only watch as he gently traced the designs with his free hand.

The moment was soft, intimate in the purest way. You swore you could hear your own heart thumping louder each second that passed. It reached its peak when George placed your arm on the table in front of the two of you only to pull off the sweater he’d been wearing. It was then that the breath you were holding in left you.

Every single ink stain on your arms was perfectly reflected on his. Now that you looked closer you wondered how you hadn’t recognized his handwriting right away, you’d spent the last few months writing back and forth after all. You’d been so focused on the drawings and the writing that you hadn’t noticed what, or rather who was right in front of you.

“I knew it was you, you know.”

Your laugh was light when you finally dared to look at George once more. He was looking at you with pure and utter adoration and you were positive you wore the same expression. “Did you now?”

“I did,” George grinned as he took your hand again, more confident than he had previously been. “Remember our first year when I asked you for that foxglove? I was supposed to nick it from one of the shelves but you had your sleeves rolled up and I swore I saw the edge of the stars you had drawn earlier that day. I went to get a closer look but they were covered again.”

“And I suppose it was the same thing in transfiguration a month ago?” You shook your head with an amused smile as you thought back to the encounter. It all seemed so obvious now.

“It was. Same thing with the quidditch match a few years ago too,” He leaned forward as if what he were about to tell you were a secret. Suddenly it was like he couldn’t let you go, not that he’d ever want to now that he’d finally found you. “What made me almost certain though was the little drawing you left on my parchment earlier. I knew I’d seen those before.”

“Well I suppose it’s a good thing you’ve kept your eyes open unlike me apparently,” You were beaming as you glanced down at the matching pictures present on both of you. “What do we do now?”

“I’m glad you asked,” George immediately stood, pulling you up with him. He grabbed hold of your jacket still sitting on the table and started pulling you out of the kitchens. “Now that we’ve found each other we’re going to make up for lost time.”

“By doing what exactly?” You asked, eyebrows raised questioningly and a slight smirk on your face.

“Head out of the gutter, love,” George laughed as the two of you walked back up the stairs still hand in hand. He looked down at you with a wild grin on his face. “We’re going on our first date if you’re up for it.”

You agreed instantly and happily followed to wherever it was George would take you, just as you knew you always would from that moment on.

#the ending is eh but i love soulmates #hp fanfic #harry potter imagine #harry potter one shot #george weasley x reader #george weasley #george wealsey imagine #george weasley x y/n #soulmate au #george weasley fanfiction #c: george weasley #my stuff #my fics

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limitlessgojo · 3 years ago

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 7)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

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Chapter 7: Bird of Flame

You faced Todo off in a clearing. Everyone else was at the far side watching. “Just run away if it gets too much.” You worriedly said to Miwa and Mai pushing them back.

“It’s okay, I’ll hold off any attacks.” Noritoshi assured you. You beamed up at him, “Thanks senpai.”

“Someone’s being awfully friendly today.” Momo half coughed and half murmured out. Noritoshi just gave her the side eye.

As per your style of fighting, you stayed still if you did not know of your opponent’s cursed technique.

“I won’t immobilise you this time since we are sparring.” You called out to Todo. “Fine with me!”

You could hold out your protective space warping around you for several hours. You just had to make sure it was activated in the space around you.

Todo didn’t hesitate to start off with punches and kicks. Nothing moved you of course. 5 minutes passed with him getting nowhere. Is that all he has?

You narrowed your eyes, but lifted a hand to push him back into a tree. You manipulated its branches such that they were all pointing to him. He was about to hit them until he clapped his hands and suddenly, you were there.

Your eyes widened, barely having time to brace yourself as you guarded for impact. You hit the branches hard. “Shit.” Looks like you might have to use your extended techniques against him.

He was in front of you in a split second and you quickly moved to dodge. You tried to maneuver your way around him, but it was hard to pinpoint the exact origin of the hits as he kept swapping your positions before landing a hit.

Sometimes, when you brace for a hit, he doesn’t swap your positions. How annoying!!! Of course your spacial barrier is still active and taking the hits for you, but it does have its limits.

Moving at mach speed in a short distant range won’t help you too much as it’s better for transport rather than combat.

You breathed out low and slow, before channeling your concentration into your 6th sense. Spatial awareness. Faster and faster, you started bracing for his hits and pushing him back.

And when he was unprepared you lashed out with your hidden twin blade only for him to dodge it. You can’t deny that the 2nd year's have more experience than you in battle. And Todo's specialty is obviously close combat.

You had both blades out now quickly slashing at him dangerously. He avoids it and the slashes cut all the way to the trees behind him.

You gave in, sheathing your blades and turning around to recuperate but he was faster as he finally caught you by the arm. “I got you!”

You grinned. Who got who?

With one hand, you straightened 4 fingers out towards Todo and folded your thumb into your palm. “Extension cursed technique, focus range: Niflheim”. Your applied cursed technique slows down the movement of molecules in an enclosed area, forcing items to freeze.

A layer of ice covered Todo’s entire body. The branches that binded around him were also covered with ice, stretching behind him in an ice pillar.

You quickly released your hand from his hold and slowly breathed to the sky, releasing an icy smokey breath. You turned around with a slow smile. “Checkmate”

He struggled against the ice but, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. That is way under 0 degrees celsius. You might lose a limb or 2 Todo senpai.”

He sighed, “I g-g-guh-give!” He could barely utter the words as his teeth chattered. You gently focused on raising the temperature, melting the ice off of Todo first. You couldn’t do it too fast or else he would combust.

As soon as he was free you reached out and applied your reversed cursed technique on him, healing the cold in his body. “Thank you so much for the match! It’s been a while since I felt that much fun in battle!” You excitedly said.

“Good game. As expected of my little sister, you’re very strong.” Todo patted your head. You stared, “Excuse me, whose little sister??”

“You should have buried him y/n!” Momo exclaimed. “Hear hear.” Mai chanted. Mechamaru just said, “I almost got buried by her once. She should have done the same with him.” You just laughed, “It’s okay, I’m satisfied with this.”

You turned to Noritoshi and he walked up to you and Todo went back. At this distance, the others couldn’t hear your conversation. “That was incredible.” He had a very proud smile on his face. “I hope you take our fight seriously as well. That’s all I ask of you.” He whispered.

“Of course I will senpai. But like with Todo senpai, I won’t use immobilisation techniques so we can spar properly okay?”

“Okay” he patted your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze before moving backwards. ‘Kamo clan, blood manipulation. They can manipulate their blood freely.’ you thought to yourself.

Your eyes zeroed in on his bow and arrows. The smell of blood was always on him, but you bet he had blood on those arrows. “Begin!”

He launched arrows at you only for you to stop them. Projectiles were the worst thing he could do. You frowned as you turned the arrows on him and sent them back. He dodged and shot more.

What on earth? This was so ineffective against yo-

He suddenly came from the side and punched you. Diversionary tactics dummy, you didn’t think about it.

You got pushed back from the force but stood your ground. He was insanely fast for a human. He is currently faster than Todo and any of the male cousins whom you’ve fought with.

It was a jarring experience. “Flowing Red Scale” He moved backwards, one eye wide open with a red blood x mark on it.

Your brain went into overdrive in a hurry to connect the dots while you defended against him. Blood. Red blood cells. Oxygen. He’s increasing his physical abilities.

You quickly lashed out with a double kick only for him to bring out a blood bag. “Blood manipulation: Crimson binding”. Blood strands wrapped around you and caged you in.

But you froze them and easily broke it in the process. You hurried to try and bring him down with mixed martial arts, not wanting to hurt him too much.

Sparring with him actually felt like a dance. You dodged and had an instinct as to where the next move would come from, and he was the same. Barely any hits landed on each other for a while.

Ah right, you promised to go hard on him. You put two hands out in a V shape, with palms facing him. Noritoshi’s eyes widened at the familiar hand signs. It’s the very first one you showed him.

“Tatsumaki” A huge horizontal cyclone hit him and forced him back. “Enhanced Gravity: Output level 4%”

“Aarghhh” Noritoshi groaned as he was forced to the ground. You didn’t notice his hands moving.

“Convergence! Piercing blood” a sudden fast stream of blood shot out and grazed your cheek. It would have been worse had you not moved your head aside. Noritoshi’s eyes widened as blood poured from the wound.

You quickly made tree branches hold his hands apart and forced him back onto the ground. You pointed both your twin blades at his head. “I give!”

You released your technique and knelt down. “Are you oka-”

“Are you okay? I hit your face!” He exclaimed in worry, hand hovering just over your cheek. You stared at him in amusement. “It’s a serious matter!!” he insisted.

You covered your face with one hand, then wiped off the blood to reveal a flawless cheek. He gaped, “Reverse cursed technique. I see. Good fight” He wheezed out.

"You actually hit through my defenses in battle. That was amazing Noritoshi senpai." You whispered in amazement. There was something different about the blood he manipulated.

His bond to it was far stronger than your hold over his blood. So if you tried manipulating his blood, it's a low chance that you could get it to attack him.

You can manipulate anything and everything, even at molecular levels to some extent. But you can't produce what's not there. There seems to be a limit to your manipulation over certain items.

"I still lost. Thank you for the match." He said.

You held his hand for the first time as you pulled him up, when suddenly a searing pain hit the inside of your wrist.

"Ouch!" You exclaimed while Noritoshi winced as well. You both pulled back your sleeves to see a large bird surrounded by flames just below the inner wrist on your right hand. Noritoshi had the exact same symbol, but it was in the inner wrist on his left hand.

You quickly pulled over both your sleeves to cover the markings, “Just say we both got wounds, let’s keep this a secret.” You pulled back and acted on purpose, “Good fight. You almost got me there.”

He naturally followed your lead, but there was a brightness to his eyes that told of something else. “.... Yeah you got me. I’ll do my best to catch up to you next time we spar.”

“What happened?” Utahime ran towards the both of you upon seeing you both flinch forward. “No, Utahime sensei we just got some scrapes that stung badly, nothing too bad.”

“I see. I have a first aid kit on hand, feel free to use it if you need to.” She said, and pushed you two back to where everyone else was.

You both stayed at the back watching the other students ask to spar with each other. Noritoshi quietly tugged at your sleeve, hidden from view with his own large and wide sleeves.

You tugged back twice on his sleeve and grabbed his hand to squeeze it. His hands were rough and calloused from fighting, but also had a tenderness and warmth from the way they tried to hold onto yours.

Both your marks flashed with heat when your hands touched. Noritoshi turned to you with all the world's curiosity in his face.

But you pulled back and put some distance between the two of you so it wouldn't look too obvious. "That binding technique that you did earlier was cool. Is it possible for you to manipulate the blood even after I freeze it solid?" You asked to try and divert the attention.

"Actually I haven't tried yet. But I should be able to as the main composition is still my blood." He admitted.

The remaining time left on the field was spent mostly on the others working on their cursed techniques against each other, and with you engaging in tactical discussion with the other students.

You all bid each other goodbye and went your separate ways. Except… Noritoshi mouthed "library" after he waved you off.

You lifted your eyebrows silently in agreement and walked back with the rest of the 1st year's.

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sailorsero · 4 years ago

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you know i’m stupid for you 1/?

author: claire (@sailorsero) ship: adult kaminari denki x reader prompt/genre: band/musician!au/poppunk!denki wordcount: 1483 warnings: swearing (for the moment, this is all) a/n: • written for the BNHarem Making Beautiful Music Collaboration - check out the masterlist to see everyone elses!) • thank you to @unbreakablekiribaku for the header! • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘stupid for you’ by waterparks

you know i’m stupid for you part one

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RIOT! PRESENTS: DYNAMIGHT - A ROTATING HEADLINE TOUR Combining forces for the second annual Riot! Radio/Magazine empire tour are punk pop staples Chargebolt, indie rockers Plus Ultra! and newcomers Rolling Thunder, fresh off the release of their debut album, ‘Revelry in the Dark’. The tour format of a different running order each night, the mix of genres and an abundance of talent promises a sick show you won’t want to miss! The tour starts tomorrow night in Fukuoka, ending in Sapporo at the end of the month. Tickets | Details

Day 1: Fukuoka

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The past 24 hours had been hectic and overwhelming; the last minute preparations, the packing, the 17 FaceTime calls Mina insisted were necessary for packing, the flight to Fukuoka, the hotel, meeting the approximately 3674 people involved in the tour (okay, really approximately), the soundchecks, the press, making sure Todoroki didn’t get lost (again). It could have been enough to have you considering your plan B vocation of Professional Kitten Cuddler (you’d seen a Buzzfeed article once), if it wasn’t for this feeling, right here and now.

The house lights had dimmed away to almost nothing, causing the steady thrum of chatter from the crowd to surge into a roar of anticipation that matched your own perfectly; waiting sidestage in the dark knowing you were on the precipice of doing what you loved most always made you feel electric.

You’d followed Shinsou onto the stage as the eyewateringly bright lights hit, securing the strap of your bass before looking without seeing out at where you knew the crowd was. You were really here, on this stage, with your best friends, on the biggest tour you’d done so far as a band. You let yourself bask in the joy that brought for a moment longer, before turning towards your bandmates, tilting your head in silent question. Quick nods from Tokoyami and Shinsou and a peace sign from Mina were all you needed before you turned to Todoroki to count in. Everything after that was the most beautiful white noise.

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8 songs flew by quicker than you could ever remember, Shinsou’s synths fading out as Mina yelled into the mic like she was going for Present Mic’s radio slot.

“Our record is available from the merch table and we are on all relevant social media - @ rollingthunder! Our TikToks are epic! We have been Rolling Thunder, you have been fucking beautiful - goodnight!!!”

“‘Our TikToks are epic’?!” Shinsou rounded on the lead singer as soon as you were all sidestage again.

Mina put her hands on her hips, giving off the energy of an elementary school teacher who had to do this a lot. “They are epic! It’s not my fault you never want to be in them!”

“Maybe that’s why they’re epic?” Todoroki deadpanned, removing the sweat-soaked towel from around his neck.

The snort you gave out at the impossible-to-tell-if-it-was-intended-as-an-insult-or-not-because-it’s-Todoroki insult died off early as you caught sight of him.

Fuck. He’d actually gotten hotter overnight.

Kaminari made a beeline straight for you from the door that lead to the backstage area, 100 watt smile firmly in place. “Hey, you. Great set out there! Totally dope!”

“You were watching?” You were too caught off guard to school your tone into anything less giddy, and you knew you’d be hearing about it until you could hide in your bunk on the tourbus. Maybe not even then if your bandmates didn’t respect the sanctity of the curtain.

“Yeah, of course! We were up on the balcony, in the private bit? You know?” You assumed Sero and Kirishima formed the ‘we’ he was talking about, as they appeared one after another through the same door, grinning widely.

“Yeah, totally, I remember they said there was somewhere to watch the other sets from...cool!”

A part of you died inside as you heard yourself reply and you wondered briefly if there was any chance your whole band wasn’t watching this interaction. Hearing ‘cool!!!’ mimicked in four wildly different attempts at your voice shut that down.

There was no way Kaminari hadn’t heard all four impressions, but he was nice enough to pretend he hadn’t.

“Yeah! So, uh...you could totally watch our set, now! If, you know, you want...” He trailed off, looking hesitantly hopeful and fiddling with one of his many, many earrings.

His golden eyes had been staring into yours for the whole of your conversation so far and you found yourself getting lost in his gaze, all of the noise of the crowd buzzing and the crew swapping the setup over becoming distant to your ears.

Until his bassist slapped him on his back - hard - shit-eating grin all over his face.

“Smooth like silk, Denks!”

“Shut up, Sero!” Kaminari whined, breaking eye contact with you to shove at his bandmate’s arm.

No one said anything for what felt like the longest seven seconds in history. Kirishima cleared his throat politely and smiled encouragingly, but seemed to run out of ideas after that.

“We’ll watch you guys! But only if you tell us how awesome we were!” Mina’s arm slid seamlessly to link with yours as you remembered how much you loved this pink-haired angel. She was a socialising expert and had rescued you all right before the silence had slid past the point of no return into Awkwardsville.

Kaminari seemed to share your sentiment, as it wasn’t with only a little relief he began to shower the rest of your band with praise. It was only when he’d rambled his way to complimenting the way Tokoyami held his guitar that Shinsou decided it was his turn to steer the conversation. “Don’t you have a drummer? Did he not want to watch our set?”

“Nah, he said he ‘didn’t wanna watch a bunch of electro emos with stupid hair sing about going to Hot Topic or what-the-fuck-whatever’,” Sero cheerfully announced, ignoring the choking sound the apparently-direct quote forced out of the blonde you couldn’t take your eyes off of.

“Wow. He’s charming.” Shinsou replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“He is, isn’t he?” Kirishima sighed, sounding like he’d have actual stars in his eyes if you could bring yoursef to stop looking at Kaminari and check. Which you Absolutely Could Not.

You’d met Kaminari at 1 this afternoon, and he’d been pretty much all you’d thought about since 1:01.

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“Okay, so, Chargebolt - Eijirou Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Katsuki Bakugou, Denki Kaminari. Plus Ultra! - Izu...”

You were pretty sure one of the tour managers was still speaking, introducing the other band you were sharing this tour with, but you couldn’t focus on anything else. Kaminari. Denki. Denki Kaminari.

The ear you could see was adorned with multiple piercings, and the one you couldn’t was covered with a sweep of blonde hair with a black lightening bolt dyed into it. Golden eyes, pink lips. Not particularly tall, or jacked, but lean and muscled where you could see. A black Fatgum Records T-shirt over a black and white striped longsleeve, tucked into ripped jeans that fell into laced up boots. Were those fingers tattoos? It was definitely yellow nail polish and a multitude of silver rings. Talk about ‘exactly my type on paper’. Fuck!

You wondered for a second who exactly it was who had given this man the right. Then you realised he was moving - towards you.

“Hey! Y/N Y/L/N, right? I heard you guys on Present Mic’s show, the Live Lounge? That was incredible!”

Had your mouth been wide open the entire time he was talking? You really couldn’t be sure either way.

“Hey! Yeah, that’s uh...me! Thanks, I was really nervous but he was so cool.”

Kaminari nodded enthusiastically, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Present Mic? Yeah, what a legend! We haven’t been on for a hot minute but we’ll probably go back next album cycle.”

You were pretty sure you were supposed to be making introductions to everyone in the room right now, but before you knew it, it had been fifteen minutes and the only person you’d spoken to was Kaminari. A way-too-stressed-for-the-first-day-of-tour looking woman was trying to politely usher Kaminari away to wherever Chargebolt’s schedule had them being right now, but he hesitated after he said a (hopefully) reluctant goodbye.

“Yeah, so...it’s so cool to be working with you! And, y’know, that work is...touring together, so we could like...hang out! Yeah? If you want?”

You ignored your own manager materialising at your side tapping her watch for a moment longer to nod quickly and breathe out a response.

“Yeah, we could, I want.”

Kaminari’s face broke out into a smile as big as the gag Shinsou was doing behind him. “Yeah. Yeah! Great! See you later!”

You’d pretended not to watch them leave the room.

The rest of your band had been only too happy to inform you that you’d failed to pull it off.

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years ago

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Don’t Forget Me

Art in banner done by me.

College Life / Mermaid / Kimi no Na wa (Your Name) inspired AU

It’s all nothing but a dream. A series of dreams that are all too real. That’s all it is. Your soul - or whatever it was - couldn’t possibly be swapping places with a Merman. One, mermaids aren’t real. Two, that’s not even possible! Is it?

Mermaid!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Human Reader

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Genre: Romance / Angst Story

Rating: Explicit | Adult Themes, Interspecies Sex (merman / human), Masturbation, Alcohol, Animal death / hunting (whales, fish, sharks, etc), Cursing, Descriptions of Injuries and Blood

A/N: This is my part for the @bnhabookclub weekly collab event Just Add Water for MerMay! I know there isn’t much going on in this, but it’s just the first chapter to a new multichapter fic. Per the rules of the collab, I used the prompt “That’s just an urban legend”. I’m excited, because I’ve wanted to do a Mer!Bakugou x reader for a LONG time and could never think of anything. But when this theme was announced, I was watching Kimi no Na wa and immediately had this idea. So, full disclosure, the theme of switching bodies in their sleep / forgetting each other is inspired by that movie, but that is all that I take away from it.

Prologue: Stone

Chapter Rating: Teen | Cursing

Words: 1,855

You were doing it again.

How many times had you caught yourself staring at the delicate necklace in your hands? More than you could probably count on all your fingers and toes, and you were sure that number had nearly doubled just in the last week. You really weren’t sure why you were drawn to it so intensely, nor why it gave you such a deep sense of loss and loneliness.

Where had you gotten it from?

You couldn’t remember. In truth, you couldn’t remember getting it at all. As far as you could recollect, it had been around your neck when you woke up one morning, about two months ago. Since then, you refused to go a day without it, even if it didn’t necessarily match your outfit or any particular occasion. You felt so lost without it around your neck, like a part of you was away, off in some distant land or deep within the sea.

Why did you think that?

Of all things, why would you assume that this missing part of you was in the ocean? Was it because of the necklace? Probably. The silver clam shaped pendant that rested in your palm was most likely the culprit to make you think of the sea. But that particular piece of the jewelry wasn’t what kept you so entranced. Set in the middle was a small, perfectly round stone, and its brilliance is what you couldn’t help but stare into. To anyone else, it would just appear to be a small marble, with brilliant deep indigo, swirling turquoise and hints of radiant purples. There were sparkles of twinkling white, like light reflecting off a water's surface, and if you gazed into it long enough, you could have sworn that the colors were mixing and twisting, as if there truly was water inside the stone.

It was so beautiful. Had someone given it to you? Whoever did must have cared about you so deeply to give you something so special. You had asked all your friends and family if they knew anything about how you got it, but no one knew anything. You received some weird looks and uncomfortable responses when you tried to ask them, but that didn’t bother you much, not when you had been dealing with people finding you strange for almost half a year now, anyway.

Why did they find you weird again? You couldn’t remember.

All you knew was that it had to do with this necklace. You had tried to find out what it was made of to try and get any hints on where it may have come from, but each jewelry store or stone expert you took it to, they all had the same response. They just didn’t know. Many offered to buy it from you at varying prices, their interest peaked and their hopes of being the first person to discover a new stone pushing them forward. But you resisted, as just even letting it out of your hands so they could look at it enough to make you nearly burst into tears. You couldn’t let it go and you wouldn’t, either. Not ever. Not for anything.

Because it was precious. It was the only thing that you had that could help to calm this nearly unending sense of longing.

But what was it you were longing for?

Or who?

Why did that always pop up in your mind? There were so many pieces of scattered thoughts that you just couldn’t put together. A person. The sea. Feeling like a piece of you was missing. You wanted these feelings to end, but you knew that they wouldn’t, not until you found what you were searching for.

With a frustrated sigh, you put the necklace back on around your neck, clasping it in place with skilled fingers. Standing from your bed, you shuffled your way towards your desk, lightly running your fingers down along the slender metal chain. Your mind was still in a hazy grip of sleep, barely registering that the electronic clock mostly hidden by books and other stationary read 5:49 AM, though that didn’t really matter. Your mind was racing with the overbearing thoughts, and as you sat down in your squeaky office chair, you were already near breaking out into tears.

The necklace wasn’t the only clue you had. Scattered among the desk were notebooks and papers, though you had refused to touch them for the last few weeks. At first, you had meticulously looked over every page and every written note, trying to do everything you could to learn about who this person was that you were missing. But now they sat on your desk, abandoned in defeat. There were many things in the notes that didn’t make sense to you now, though according to what you had written, you had understood it all at one point.

What you had written.

That was what was the most odd. There were two very distinct handwritings within the notebooks and scribbled on the scrap pieces of paper or sticky notes. Yours was so proper and easy to read, clean and steady. The other was rough with some of the characters almost completely illegible, requiring you to assume what the person writing must have been trying to say. Large and scratchy, it almost resembled the handwriting of a child or what you assume would be someone new to writing on paper. The phrases. The choice of words. All of it was completely different from yours.

It had been another person. Someone sat in your chair, in your room, and wrote these messages to you. At first, you thought that it just had to be a prank. One of your friends was fucking with you. That was the only realistic solution. But none of them talked this way, and if you were honest, they weren’t exactly clever enough to pull off such a big ordeal over months and months.

The way they talked… It was so strange. You just couldn’t wrap your head around it, and if you were honest, you thought that they must have been a little crazy. Yet, you weren’t all that rattled in most of your responses, like you knew what they had been saying to be the truth.

The conversations were so… natural. In fact, most of it was like a diary, with the scratchy handwriting cataloging what had happened that day, how they felt about it, and what they had done.

This school shit that you humans do is so stupid and pointless. Who the fuck needs to know about… what is it called? Calculus? You’re never going to use that shit, I’m not bothering with keeping up with it, fuck that. You always catch up on your own anyway. That bitch Midoriya or whatever gave you some fucking flowers today. I thought about stomping on them and telling him to fuck off, but I just took them and left. You need to tell that prick you’re not into him or this shit will never stop. Also, the way you humans handle courtship is fucked. I didn’t do shit today otherwise. Just stayed in the room. I did find your sketchbook though. You’re getting better, but you still can’t remember us for shit.

Pulling your eyes up from the paper, they immediately landed on the mentioned sketchbook, which was tucked up beneath some schoolbooks. Carefully, you pulled it out, setting it down on the pile of papers to thumb through it.

It had been so long since you had even opened this thing. The feeling of the coarse paper beneath your fingertips brought a small smile to your face, as did seeing all your old sketches and doodles. Though, the smile faded as you reached near the middle of the sketchbook, your eyes tearing up immediately at the contents of the page. The page was completely covered in drawings of what looked to be mermaids, or mermen, to be more accurate. They were mostly faceless and unidentifiable, the sketches geared more towards poses and anatomy. The only thing mostly consistent was the tail. It seemed to be the same over all the drawings, with matching fins and scribbled patterns.

“Mermaids… I’ve never cared to draw them before, why did I…?”

After another turn of the page, you were met with similar things, only this time they had heads and hair, jewelry, pieces of clothing, and even weapons. Only one of the sketches resembled the previous drawings, and his particular features called to you. The feeling of recognition and longing grew fiercer with another turn of the page, which was all nothing but sketches of that particular merman’s head with varying expressions and positions. He was particularly attractive, with slanted piercing eyes and a mass of fluffy spiked hair on his head. He had fin-like ears that were mostly drooped, but flared out on the drawings with a more intense expression, where his mouth was open in a yell or intense fanged snarl.

A small gasp left your lips as a drop of liquid suddenly landed onto the paper, pulling you out of your daze. Crying? Why were you crying? Why did your heart feel like it was about to be ripped from your chest? It wasn’t possible for this to be the man that you had been longing for. You had drawn him as a mermaid! They weren’t real, and there was no way that was possible. He couldn’t even get into your room, let alone sit in your chair and write you letters.

“I’m so ridiculous…” You whispered quietly to yourself, wiping the tears from your flushed cheeks. Had you been blushing? You didn’t even notice. “Mermaids… That’s just an urban legend. A myth. I must have just been in a phase… Maybe I saw a movie or an anime with them, and I got super invested? But then… they’re so…”

Page after page, more sketches followed, some making you giggle while others made your chest ache so badly you thought you would pass out. But then, there was something scribbled onto a page that made your entire body grow cold, stomach twisting into such a tight knot you were sure that you’d vomit.

Save me.

“Save… Save you?” You choked out into the silent room with a trembling voice, more tears cascading down your cheeks as you reached up to grip the pendant around your neck tightly. It was in the familiar scratchy handwriting, though it was more frantic and messy than you had ever seen. Hiccupping, you brought the pendant up to your lips, pressing the stone against them as you struggled to calm yourself.

Save you from what? What the hell happened? Did I save you? Why the hell can’t I remember!

It was then that you felt an odd pulsing against your lips, and as you pulled away in shock, your teary gaze was locked onto the pendant in your hands, which was pulsing slowly with a pale green glow. And with it came a thought, like a soft voice whispering in your ear that you couldn’t ignore.

He’s calling to me…

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