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rattlyglitch · 1 day ago

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Cheering on for the SDC pt 2

(There's one more chapter after this one. Christmas posts will begin around December 10th I'm thinking. Mostly been relaxing and writing on a non Christmas oneshot and the Leona request from the fairy anon from earlier this month or last month. I promise I haven't forgotten you fairy anon)

Silver was enamored by Ortho when he seemed to have heard Grim from across the room. Even when he flew over Silver couldn’t help but be amazed even more and at a loss for words. “Does everybody in this school have super hearing? This lounge's buzzing with people, and we were over ten meters apart.” Ace obviously wasn’t exactly sure how Ortho had heard them either.

“The directional mic my brother installed in me can pick up human whispering fifty meters away,” Ortho replied. Lilia seemed interested in that fact as much as Silver was. “Oho! Impressive. Not even the fae and beastmen have many capable of that.” Ortho seemed proud in Idia as well. “Heh heh! I know, right? My brother's amazing!” Ortho seemed a bit embarrassed at his own rambling.

“...Ahem. Anyway, Idia got permission from the headmage to let me come with him to class. He's not desperately lonely or anything, okay?” Cater apologized once he had heard Ortho out. Yuu was apologetic as well. Silver though couldn’t help but continue to look at Ortho in awe even more so after he had explained how Idia had made as Ace had said a singing voice. “Th-that's really awesome,” Silver said, looking at Ortho amazed still.

Ortho noticed Silver and let out a giggle. “Thanks. I’m glad you agree.” Silver had only just started talking with Ortho when Vil suddenly entered the room. He seemed to have a grand entrance almost and there was something that looked like glitter everywhere.

“I find it difficult to believe that anyone on this campus would be ignorant of who I am, but courtesy dictates an introduction all the same. I am Vil Schoenheit, housewarden of Pomefiore. This year, the headmage has assigned me a duty... To select entrants to compete in the Song & Dance Championship. We will now begin the ensemble auditions.”

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The audition sure was hard. It was kinda scary seeing everyone go in and then come out. Some looked nervous, others proud, and then some looked like they were about to pass out. Silver wasn’t sure what kind of group they looked like after the rehearsal but Deuce ended up carrying Silver out of Pomefiore after he started swaying when they walked out.

Silver himself wasn’t sure if it was because he was tired or because of the audition but he woke up later to Grim and Ace talking while he was leaned against Deuce’s was patting a cold and wet napkin against Silver’s forehead and neck. “Did I fall asleep?”

Deuce let out a noticeably relieved sigh when Silver spoke. “Yeah, you did. We were actually debating whether you needed to go to the infirmary or not.” Silver sat up and leaned against his arms on the table. “It’s fine. I normally do that.”

Ace looked at Silver confused. “You normally pass out?” Silver shook his head no. “I fall asleep not pass out. It happened always since I was little. It’s why I nap with Leona. I don’ know when it’ll happen though, which is why Papa says that I have to be with someone I know when I’m around the school.”

Deuce didn’t seem to have anymore questions. He did hand Silver a chocolate chip cookie though which he took happily. Soon, three days later arrived. Ace had gone to get Silver from Sam’s after school like he had promised if there was any news about the auditions. Silver gave a quick bye to Sam and then headed off with Ace to the Pomefiore. Yuu, Grim, and Deuce were standing in the grass outside the Pomefiore house.

The sound of two more people coming through the mirror was heard and Silver turned to see Jamil and Kalim come through the mirror. Kalim waved to them when he spotted them as well and walked over. “Hey, guys!” Silver grinned and held up his hand to Kalim who high fived it. “What are you guys doin’ here?” Grim asked.

Silver guessed that the others hadn’t expected to see anyone else. “We passed the audition screening. Did you pass as well?” Ace gave a proud grin. “We sure did!” Kalim clapped happily for them. “So you performed well at audition! That’s great!” Grim lowered his head disappointedly.

“They totally left ME out, though! This really yanks my tail…” Kalim patted Grim’s head. “Cheer up, Grim. Want a cracker?” Grim backed away from the cracker. “Urgh, not this again! Somebody tell this guy that crackers aren’t the answer to everything.” Kalim offered a cracker to Silver who gratefully took it. “Thanks Kalim.” Silver ate away at the cracker as they all started walking towards the Pomefiore house.

“You there – the group of six with a cat. Halt!” Silver saw two Pomefior students approach them. One had dark purple hair and the other had light brown hair. Silver waved at them shyly trying to be friendly. “Are you talking to us?” Deuce asked, confused. “I see some of you passed the SDC ensemble audition” the boy with light brown hair spoke. Kalim gave an enthusiastic nod. “Yup! Vil asked to see us. Would you mind taking us to him?”

The purple haired Pomefiore student laughed. “Not so fast. Nobody simply waltzes into our dorm!” Everyone was confused. Silver looked at the boy with light brown hair confused. “But we need to see Vil?” The boy shook his head no.

“The gates of Pomefiore are open only to those who exhibit both beauty and strength!” Silver watched as he threw a glove to the ground. “The gauntlet is thrown. Pick it up!” Silver got into a defensive position hs fist balled ready to hit them if needed. “Wait, I’m confused. Why did he just throw a literal glove at us?” A battle then broke out.

The students started casting spells at the group. Silver went to hit them but was tumbled back by a spell. It didn’t hurt but simply felt like wind had somehow blown him over. He couldn’t see the students anymore; the others were all standing in front of him and battling against the students.

The Silver wasn’t sure how long the battle was but it couldn't have been longer than thirty minutes. The two attackers looked exhausted but uninjured. The boy with light brown hair looked up at the group. “Just remember: this is only the beginning. The road to true beauty is long and fraught with peril... Rgh…” The two students now laid on the ground defeated. Silver looked at the others confused. “Why did they attack us?”

No one seemed to have an answer as to why. “Let’s just get to the ballroom for now.” The group began to start walking again towards Pomefiore. As they entered through another battle waited for them inside. Another thirty minutes later and the opposing Pomefiore students were defeated. It was honestly dramatic how they acted after being defeated. “I'm proud to have fought alongside you to the bitter end. We fall as brothers on this battlefield! ...Grk!”

Ace groaned at their reactions. “Oh, come on! You don't get to act like tragic heroes when you're the ones who started it!” Deuce shook his head confused as much as everyone else. “I'm starting to get the impression that Pomefiore is full of guys who like to spout nonsense. Rook's just one example. Is that the nature of their souls?!” Jamil let out a tired sigh. “I think it's less about souls and more about relative values.”

Silver was getting tired of how odd the people at Night Raven were as well. It wasn’t long that they walked until another group of students appeared to start attacking again. “Let's make a break for the ballroom” Yuu told the others.

They seemed to agree because everyone started to dash off. Silver followed, keeping up with them. As he passed by the students though he gave a very hard punch to one of their legs not stopping for a moment cackling mischievously as he ran with the others.

Deuce was the one who spotted the ballroom door and quickly opened it and hurried inside the others following after. Silver immediately sat down once everyone was inside the ball room and the door was closed huffing exhaustedly. “Why is this happening to us?” Ace asked between pants trying to calm down. “Why, because you've become ensemble members, of course.” Silver looked up and saw the same sparkles from moments earlier and Vil was there standing in front of them.

“I see none of you have dropped out. You pass, for now.” Kalim looked at Vil confused. “Vil, what is going on here?” Vil crossed his arm. “What else? A simple warm-up exercise. You got a full-body workout, did you not? Now we can get rehearsals underway immediately.” Vil’s gaze looked at the others.

“Listen well: we are Night Raven College's selected representatives. We will be aiming for the top spot in the world, on the battlefield that is the Song & Dance Championship. I have no use for performers incapable of overcoming a little adversity. The battle for the figurative crown has already begun. As of this moment, there will be no more fun and games. I'll be whipping you all into presentable shape!”

Silver had hoped Vil would give Kalim a clear answer but instead it was just poetic and sounded like something Sebek would say. “I’m still confused.” There didn’t seem to be anything else that needed to be explained by Vil’s standards. At least Silver thought so since he didn’t receive an answer that would say otherwise. “My my, Roi du Poison. I see you're taking off at full tilt right out of the gate.

You're so bright and dazzling that everyone else is stunned into inaction. Heh heh heh.” Silver saw Rook and Epel both standing next to Vil. “Attention, ensemble members: first, allow me to congratulate you on passing. Bravo! Ace. Deuce. Kalim. Jamil. Epel. And finally, myself and Vil. The seven of us shall be a tribe from this day forth. I look forward to working with you all up through the SDC. Now go on, Monsieur Pommette, a word of introduction, if you would” Epel gave a shy reply as he looked at the others. “Hello. My name is Epel. It's a pleasure to meet you…”

Silver waved to Epel giving him a smile. “Hey, hold up! You left me, Silver, and Yuu outta that whole speech. Why'd you call us over when we already flunked out?” Grim asked, looking at the three angrily. “In my infinite generosity, I shall field that question!” Silver felt himself jump and grab onto Grim who also jumped. The headmage had appeared behind them with a wide smile on his face.

“Headmage! Again with the poppin' outta thin air? You're scarin' the daylights outta me!” Grim yelled glaring at Crowley. Crowley had an apologetic look on his face. “Oh, I beg your pardon. I did not especially mean to conceal my presence, for what it's worth. Ahem. Anyway, allow me to explain why you were summoned here with the ensemble members. Starting this weekend, we will have four weeks until the Song & Dance Championship kicks off. And I would be ever so appreciative if you could share Ramshackle Dorm as the site for their training camp!”

The word training camp seemed to catch everyone off guard. Yuu let out a soft and shocked chuckle. “You want them to stay at Ramshackle Dorm?!” Crowley gave an affirmative nod. “It's a team-building exercise. You come from different dorms, different class years, different birthplaces, different cultures… It is my hope that living together will help you foster a greater sense of camaraderie.”

Silver raised his hand wanting to ask a question. Crowley let out a chuckle before he called on Silver “It is fine young Silver you can say what you wish. You musn’t need to raise your hand to speak.”

Silver looked at Vil. “Why am I here? I don’t stay at Ramshackle.” Rook let out a small laugh and went over to pat Silver’s head. “Here let us talk to the left of the room while the others converse.” Rook led Silver a bit away from the group as they discussed with Vil what would be happening with the training camp. “Why you have an important role as well Monsieur Sleepyhead. You’ll be serving as the cheerleader for Night Raven when they perform.”

Silver couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. All he could think about was how Sebek cheered for Malleus one time when he participated in a race at Briar Valley. “That’s really goofy.” Rook let out a laugh as well.

“It may seem that way but it will be fun. Vil has already decided on an outfit for you that is Night Raven College themed. It’s actually quite simple too. A long sleeved sun shirt and matching shoes and shorts. You’ll simply be standing in the crowd and cheering us on at the end of our dance but your school enthusiasm will sure shine through when everyone sees you. I was the one who actually inspired Vil to the idea. He wasn’t too keen on it at first but knew it was a good plan so now you’re here.”

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When Silver heard he was going to be a cheerleader as Rook had said he hadn’t anticipated visiting Ramshackle during the day. “Why am I going with you?” Silver asked as he walked with Vil, Epel, and Rook.

“You’re there for emotional support. Rook called you a cheerleader but you're more of a school representative. You’ll help encourage everyone after their practice.” Silver hummed in understanding. He didn’t talk much the rest of the walk and when he saw Ramshackle dorm decided to run up to it. He was excited to enter the dorm. Entering was much different then walking around it.

Malleus had brought Silver with him on his nightly walks when Silver wasn’t able to sleep and it had always been nice to walk around and enjoy the scenery. The inside of Ramshackle was worse for wear though on the inside. Silver guessed that the inside sure did match the outside. It filled Silver with excitement that he would be helping out with things for the SDC even if he wasn’t dancing with them.

#ortho shroud #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland #metal rose au #grim twst #crowley twisted wonderland #epel felmier #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst jamil #kalim al asim

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tgrailwar-zero · 11 months ago

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THGW-Zero, Chapter 4 - Battle Against the Beast

With a sudden attack, and a surge of power from his Masters, CONSTANTINE attacked. His blade carving into the back of the Beast, as she let out a pained screech as he echoed with an angered growl.

CONSTANTINE: "Die, Beast!"

His blade dug deeper into her back, her weakened form unable to react in time. DRACO snarled.

DRACO: "Gh…! You blackguards! I was a fool to place my trust in you again! Superbia! Destroy them!"

The Beast roared, enraged by this sudden betrayal, her draconic tail lashing out and striking RIDER, pushing him back. The mighty form of ALTER-EGO began to move, as KUKULKAN began to slowly gather up energy as the assault began.

With a grin, PRETENDER stepped next to MUSASHI, chuckling.

PRETENDER: "Oho, now things are getting interesting! Let's give Invader some space and fend off the giant, shall we?" MUSASHI: "Right! Okay, everyone! Let's hold back Alter-Ego!"

CONSTANTINE: "...Thank you for your support, Masters! Now, let us enact our justice!"

You could sense CONSTANTINE's gratitude, though it was briefly overshadowed by the murderous intent emanating from DRACO and ALTER-EGO.

ALTER-EGO: "Oh, I was just waiting for you all to screw up. Come here so I can squish you like the bugs you are!"

As best as they could, CONSTANTINE, PRETENDER and MUSASHI began holding back ALTER-EGO, in an attempt to block her from interrupting the Noble Phantasm of INVADER.

KUKULKAN had proclaimed herself to be a god before- and while powerful, she had used her Authority sparingly.

Powerful, yet restrained.

She would rush into battle like a missile, smiling all the while. However, her might was much, much greater.

And now, her shackles were undone with the command to use her Noble Phantasm.

She began to glow with a vibrant light, that slowly expanded until her form was no longer visible- the only thing remaining being a gigantic, blinding pillar of light that shot up into the stratosphere.

The might of an Anti-World Noble Phantasm. One that- if even for a moment- redefined the rules of reality... and therefore the 'laws' that held the Solar Cell together.

This pillar of light was as clear as day- not just to the people within the city, but to anyone who lived within the Solar Cell. The Nameless City was a central metropolis, and therefore anyone looking to the horizon towards the city would see this miracle take place, and while only those who lived within the confines of the city could hear the words spoken by the solar titan that was being formed by the pillar, that echoed enough to cause buildings to shake and clouds to split.

KUKULKAN: "I hail from the empty sky! Building up the earth… looking down from the heavens…"

The form of a woman- of KUKULKAN- slowly became visible within the blinding light as the world contorted and strained to even fit her presence.

KUKULKAN: "Meaning-- I am the Sun!"

The declaration reverberated throughout the Nameless City- as if time itself stilled. Such a declaration was one of authority over the Solar Cell- worthiness of overseeing the life that resided there.

Staring up at the Sun, with rage in her eyes, DRACO shot upwards.

DRACO: "My dragons! To me!"

In a moment, the four draconic heads that had once terrorized other parts of the city left their posts and sprouted up towards the towering god, jaws snapping and teeth gnashing as they attempted to seize a counterattack, or at the very least a final defense.

A shadow shot into the air, a calm voice filling the night sky.

MUSASHI: "…Hayagrīva… use my rage to sever all evil…"

In a flash, with four strokes of her sword, four dragon heads collapsed. One to a raging torrent of water, another to a crash of earthen steel, one more to a gust of razor winds, and a final to a gut of violent flame. The look in the swordmasters eyes was cold, focused on the moment at hand, as her technique was far from over.

MUSASHI: "This sword is my path to the void, my very life! Ishana, Daitenshou!"

The swordmaster drew her sword once more, the ringing sound of metal carving through the air.

The final stroke, a moment of perfected swordplay, sliced through the body of the larval Beast with perfect accuracy, a cascade of blood filling the night sky as the samurai cleaved an opening for the massive sun-god to strike.

The hand of the burning deity began to crash downward- seemingly slow at first, before the illusion of distance broke and the strike was revealed to be moving at a breakneck pace.

KUKULKAN: "--Kinich Ahau Impact!"

In a moment of stringent beauty, the great sun god made contact with the Beast, a wave of light rocketing outward and painting the sky of the Solar Cell into that of a bright sunny day, if only for a moment. For a moment, night was gone and replaced only by the overwhelming might of the Sun.

The declared name of 'Kinich Ahau' within the Noble Phantasm only served to establish the legitimacy of what everyone was witnessing.

And therefore- all of the Servants that had struggled against the heads of the Beast could only watch in quiet awe.

The Beast, her body thoroughly destroyed, only had a moment to herself as she burned up in the undeniable presence of the Sun.

As the daylight faded, the Beast stared hopelessly into the night sky.

DRACO: "…Ah, right… this is how it should be… the Beast of the Apocalypse falls down to the earth… and the Emperor dies alone… but..."

DRACO: "...I'm sorry, my Master... I... couldn't..."

Like sand swept away by the sea, the Beast of the Apocalypse, DRACO, disappeared from the Solar Cell.

With exhaustion, the massive shining god also faded, as KUKULKAN returned to the ground- her body swiftly caught by CONSTANTINE in gentlemanly fashion.

Her 'Master' gone, ALTER-EGO stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall with blank, dazed eyes.

There was a long moment of silence, before…

Sound.

A noise, like a rushing wave filled the air and swirled into the catacombs where your Servants stood.

The sound of applause. Praise. Cheers. Relief, that the city and the Solar Cell had been saved. Amazement at the shining, towering god that had manifested itself in such a central spot of this city.

The denizens of the Solar Cell exclaiming with true, uproarious gratitude.

The warmth that came with it, a grand feeling of heroism that washed over your Servants as they found themselves worn from this short, intense bout. Drained of magical energy, but otherwise still standing proudly as the remnants of the Beast disappeared.

You felt the Crimson Blade you once held go cold and inert, the flames sparking out.

In the midst of the cheers, MUSASHI finally landed down on the ground, holding out two objects.

MUSASHI: "…And here our spoils of our victory. You wanted this severed, right?"

It seems you acquired some new items... but lost the Crimson Blade.

KUKULKAN: "Ah- are the people of the city cheering for us? I'm a little embarrassed, but that means we won, yes?"

You saw CONSTANTINE step out, relieved. His armor was a bit bruised and dented- the one attack DRACO landing apparently quite the hefty one as he leaned against some of the rubble in the now-fading theatre.

CONSTANTINE: "The Beast is felled… thank goodness. but, what of Alter-Ego? What will happen to her?"

Stepping over to the dazed ALTER-EGO, PRETENDER patted her on the leg.

PRETENDER: "She's a big girl. I'll take her back to MoonCancer- see if we can't set her back to normal. MoonCancer's a smart lady, if anyone can fix Alter-Ego, it's her."

KUKULKAN: "Ay, she took a direct hit from my Noble Phantasm, and she's mostly just singed… it seems like the Blue Faction has a really scary Servant, doesn't it?"

A few sparse laughs shared between the group, before MUSASHI perked up, pointing her swords towards the entrance.

MUSASHI: "We're not alone- heads up."

As if suddenly having apparated within the space- the PRIEST that you encountered during your latest conversation with that 'NARRATING VOICE'- the one that had sealed your ability to acquire items from shops.

You hadn't noticed his arrival. If he had ill intent, he probably could have easily assassinated CONSTANTINE or KUKULKAN. Luckily, it didn't seem as if he held any ill intent- or if he did, he wasn't acting on it currently.

PRIEST: "I apologize for startling you. As one of the War Monitors, I was meaning to congratulate you on a job well-done once you finished your conversation. And I did have an agreement with your Masters… but please, do not rush on my account."

The PRIEST smiled.

PRIEST: "Frankly, it seems as if you've been quite busy indeed. A display like that certainly takes a lot of magical energy. Perhaps you and your Servants should take a well-deserved rest before making any further moves."

[ Lucius Origin obtained.] [ Asclepius Origin obtained.] [ Crimson Blade lost! ]

#thgw story #main post #thgw: chapter 4 #long post #yes even for this #this is a 'i saw where the polls are at with the average number of participants and figured it'd just be redundant to wait' choice.#powered up attack + 2 nps #think of it like an early christmas present or something #also the formatting is different because tumblr is already threatening to explode from everything going on in this post

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spamtoon · 6 months ago

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DCRC Book Club TWO !

for last week. oops. i'm so sorry puffy school and driving have been kicking my metaphorical ahh BUT. i need to read more of the funny uno comic. you have uno it came free with your ducklair tower (has said this joke like five times)

PLEASE know this is just going to be like. liveposting. rather than an analysis im typing this all while i'm reading the comic

pkna spoilers. again long post do not feel like you have to read unless you want to

please know that every time i look at an evronian now i think HOLY SHIT ! its Agron from Evron! me and my friends had a very enjoyable reading of issue 1 but this bad boy is allll me baby

i was going to say wow this penguin guy looks sick i wonder if he's an actual charcter and then i realized the big metal thing is NOT armor that is their WEAPON and i am more dsappointed but yknow what sure. we need more penguin representation in duck.verse aside from those fuck ass penguins (referring to tus.kernini's penguins)

i would also like to note that the italian sound effects are very funny. i am told there is a SPAM later in the comic and i would like to see that come to fruition

ooh? you're already at the making breakfasts stage donald? how fascinating... sorry no matter if i get an attachment to uno i will acknowledge he is forever donald's alright. the fucking way uno looks back i'm so... he's so goobity. he's such a thing. such a goober in fact

well you see uno. this vandal is a club penguin fan and is looking to recreate the box dimensio--nevermind he's not taking any of the boxes joke cancelled HAH NEVERMIND HE IS TAKING THE BOXES see i told you

your AUNT is a mutant. obsessed with the idea of donald duck using your aunt instead of your mom because of his family being full of a whole bunch of uncles and aunts its beautiful i think

angus fangus can you please get your bitch ass out of here and into the other hemisphere for me? thanks. you made donald sad. you made him so fucking sad im so (feat lyla lay swagger)

cog i ough. from what i understand from other comics the publication that tries to frame them is almost never Actually On Their Premises. this could lead to some interesting setups...

donald yyou little fucking shit. i see where the 87 triplets get it from. i mean i approve but you little fucking shit. i love that uno just goes along with it like yeah this guy's a dick let's mess him up

im appreciating how they write lyla okay. she's so Manipulative but not in a bad way you know. yes she just said she was the duck avenger but she's doing it in order to gague donald's reactions, or as donald thinks possibly tip him off? she clearly knows a lot more than anyone gives her credit for and yet here we are.

oh she fucking knows knows actually alright. alright i see where they're going with this (i dont) (i am reading with Intrigue...) wait wait my epic brain thoughts alright.t they're doing the thing where they set something up and then they have a reveal so lyla lay. just might be a mutant like time fucky wucker was talking about eh? eh?

the fucking fight scenes int his comic... the way they show the differences between weapons and just like. play with the panels. it might be standard for th medium and i just havent read hat many comics but i love shit like this

please know that if uno didn't exit camera 9 would be my favorite character. spamcore. to me. and the fucking way they portray time travel here ough. cool as fucking hell. the slow stepping forward and the Wind Effect oho. ohoho.

uno's fucking face sory i just. i too wonder how the fuck they're gonna outliquida.tor themselves out of this one becuase this. guy does in fact seem overpowered but donald probably has to deal with many more overpowered people

2 issues in and we've already introduced time police dear lord i wonder how it's going to snowball from here.

the duck avenger version of the everyone's an idiot d.arkwing falacy. everyone's a fucking snoop and its beautiful. donald is so serious here and yet everybody else is like five steps ahead of him

uno smiling is so fucking precious i don't care what anyone says its so fucking precious okay. please know i'm starting to feel important is making me emo but im writing the rest of this post immedaitely after rewatching a goo.fy movie with people so... and after three episodes that make em fucking nsnngamgsnmgngnsmgab you know

the fucking way i actually went :O over this i'm so predictable omg. that's so cool. robots... are so cool holy shit. so there's just robots everywhere alright thats Fucking Sick Actually. i retract the thing i said in vc today acab does not apply to her i think she's... a silly girl...

hey uno. you see with uno. i dont even know much about him yet. i don't want to say it for certain right now but it feels like. not quite a bright spark in terms of Level yet but like. like bright spark in that i feel like him rejecting me would make me feel good you know. yes please list all the ways that though i am mechanical i am a disgrace to all robotkind, with my primitive technology and even more primitive habits. this could change. i am on the second issue of this long running comic. but at this point that probably isn't the case. uno makes me feel like a rat in that he's beautiful and i will prioritize saving him over the various citizens in the city. not that he needs it

gay ahh wink from this mega.mind lookin ahh... dude i literally went to movie night and then when i came bakc there were like. two three pages left. but y'know what i ough. as i've said before i am invested in this thing and i have homework to do but i also kinda wanna do week three right now y'know. oughghghg i just. i'm so glad that they like gave l.yla lay an acutla purpose like i knew she had to be the only pk.na character in mudae for a reason but from her introduction i was SO worried they were just gonna have her be. The Girl Friend Character but she is shaping up to be so so so much more than that.

thank you dipshit duck for getting me to like. suck it up and be comfortable with reading comics because theres so much duckverse has in store for me and i cant wait to experience it all

#dcrc #dcrc week 2 #i konw its week 3 but shhhhhhhhhhh #dcrc paperinik

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beginningobserver · 1 year ago

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Heyyo everyone. I wrote a new Rui-centered thing.

⚠SPOILERS FROM THE MOVIE AHEAD ⚠

Bonds

[AO3 version]

Summary:

Rui is invited to try Daisuke's new ramen recipe with the rest of the group.

Rui + 02 kids • Canon-compliant (KenMiya/Kenyako included) • Post-movie events.

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A few months after meeting Daisuke and the others, Rui started to visit them a little more while he waited for Ukkomon’s egg to hatch. He was patient and optimistic that everything would be fine now.

He was invited by Daisuke to eat his newest ramen-creation with the other five. But would they still want to tag along with him? Rui had no idea what true friendship was, because he believed every friend he made after meeting Ukkomon were just manipulated by the digimon like his parents had been.

It could mean that this group he just met would be his first and legitimate friends. Right?

He stood in front of the Ramen Yamatoya building, his hands shaking out of anxiety. He thought -- Should I get in? We were just strangers and I don’t come here too much to not… Bug him--

The door opened from inside and it was by V-mon.

“HEYYOO RUI!”

“A-ah… Hello.”

“Wow, you came really fast!!” the blue digimon exclaimed, and looked outside to see if anyone else was coming, “Really fast!”

“I… I was around, my workplace is in this area.”

“Oho! What do you do for life!?”

“... I work at--”

“THERE YOU ARE!!” Daisuke pooped out from the door, “HEY-WELCOME! GET IN, GET IN!!”

He was interrupted by Daisuke’s energetic voice. And dragged inside. He didn’t manage to answer V-mon’s question and at this point V-mon had lost interest in it, because he tried to answer it again and V-mon just started preparing the counter and led to the stool reserved for him.

He felt like a celebrity with that reception, and this really felt awkward -- Do friends do things like these…?

“Here’s the menu!” and V-mon handed him a card with the stuff included in Daisuke’s ‘Ramen Motomiya’ business;

“Oh, thanks…” he gently took it from V-mon’s hand.

“Hey V-mon, this isn’t needed! Everyone will come here to try out my new creation!”

“What is this new… menu item you were talking about?” Rui asked, out of curiosity.

“It’s a top secret! I’ll reveal its details once everyone is here!”

“Oh, so it’s a surprise…”

“Yup!” Daisuke smiled, “But no worries it’s not sweet! I mean, I know you’re not a fan of sweets so… I had to find the perfect balance of flavor that would make everyone satisfied.”

“Hmm…” He didn’t know what to say, it felt a little odd someone thinking of him and his preferences… But it made him relieved that Daisuke cares enough about him to pull things like these -- This is… True friendship right?

“Iori hates tomatoes,” V-mon explained, “So when Daisuke cooks stuff for everyone he has to remember to not add tomatoes on Iori’s portion.”

“I see…”

“And If someone is lactose intolerant I have to know beforehand so I can prepare a special version of the recipe! Or if they’re vegan. Or if they’re allergic to gluten. Lots of things, culinary school prepared me for this!”

“Yeah!” V-mon nodded, “And that so we cannot get into legal issues! I mean, the boss wouldn’t like to have this place closed because of a little mistake!!”

The door opened and the others came in. V-mon greeted them the same way as Daisuke did before -- Maybe it’s part of their business' greetings? -- and they all got reunited at the counter.

Hikari also came in with her backpack stuffed with something. Rui didn’t know why, it just felt a little… strange??

“So, what is the menu for today, chef?” Takeru chuckled, “You said you created something new.”

“Hehe, glad you asked” Daisuke had the sunglasses on and did the ‘anime glasses thing’ with the light reflection, “V-mon, please.”

“Alright!” and then V-mon served the bowls to the six people, “Bone appetit!”

“It’s not ‘Bone’ !” Daisuke babbled, “Man, Takeru didn’t ya say it was something like ‘good meal’…”

“Oh, yeah” Takeru nodded, “V-mon it’s ‘ Bon’ , which means ‘good’ in French. And ‘bon appetit’ means ‘enjoy your meal’ ”

“Okay but why is Daisuke using French out of nowhere?” Patamon blinked.

“It’s good to know a bit of each language if I want to open my business in New York!” Daisuke explained, “And maybe I’m considering the idea of doing deliveries later.”

“Is it because of my suggestion?” Iori asked and then Daisuke nodded.

“With the digital gate we can go everywhere!!” V-mon added, “So! We can do something cool like this!!”

“This is just one step to be made!” Daisuke bragged, “Now, enjoy the bowl. I’ll be waiting for your feedback on my most recent creation.”

“Don’t forget to describe the flavors!” V-mon added excitedly.

“So uh, what’s different in it?” Miyako raised an eyebrow, “It doesn’t seem different from the usual bowls you served before…”

“Just… Try it first,” he pouted.

“Will you keep using the sunglasses indoors?” Tailmon seemed quite bothered by that. Even Takeru had taken his beanie off!!

“Well, I’m not a real ramen chef if I don’t have them on.”

“It’s missing the spirals, dagya!” Armadimon commented.

“... I left them at home,” Daisuke shrugged.

“YOU HAVE SUNGLASSES WITH THOSE ANIME SPIRALS!?” Everyone seemed pretty surprised by it. Except V-mon, of course.

“Yeah, and they’re mine!” V-mon replied with a grin.

“THEY BELONG TO V-MON!?”

“I don’t think that should be a surprise” Daisuke took the shades off, “Takeru does the same thing, but with hats!”

“Ah, that’s true,” Wormmon blinked.

“Takeru-san has something equal to that too,” Hawkmon replied with a nod.

“We should quit arguing and start eating!” Takeru babbled nervously when everyone glanced at him, “Or else Daisuke will be even more upset than he is right now!”

The only person not taking part in that discussion was Rui, who was just sitting in the corner and already eating his bowl. Somehow him being this quiet made them all forget he was there… But he didn’t mind it either. He’s still just a stranger, maybe Daisuke only invited him out of courtesy…?

“...”

It’s good -- Rui thought. He didn’t expect something so simple to be good. But isn’t this what Daisuke is in a nutshell? Simple-minded and a box full of surprises. Now he had to compliment that, which is the hard part. The group were already chatting and even arguing about fashion accessories… He felt it would be rude to interrupt them all.

But… This is really good.

He felt even more awkward…

“AHEM!” Daisuke managed to spot he wasn’t involved in their shenanigans, so he just called everyone’s attention to the main subject, “Now, really… Just eat it. And tell me what y’all think about it.”

The group looked at each other and then to Rui sitting there in silence eating. V-mon noticed Rui was… crying??

“Oh no-- is it too bad!?” V-mon gasped, mortified “Daisuke, you made something so horrible he’s--”

“No.”

“Huh??”

“It’s good,” he said, quite awkwardly.

“Then why are you crying??” Patamon asked.

Why am I crying…?? -- Not even he realized the reason for those tears. The group then tried their own bowls, trying to understand Rui’s reaction to the food.

“Oh! It’s tasty!” They all commented.

“See the difference?” Daisuke chuckled.

“What did you do this time??” Hikari asked, impressed by the flavor.

“It’s a secret~”

“He was bored last night and accidentally dropped the wrong seasoning to the broth and then he tried it and got… this new ‘BOOM’ okay??” V-mon explained.

“So it was an accidental discovery,” Iori mused.

“What seasoning was?” Tailmon asked the next question.

“It was…”

Seriously, why am I crying by eating something tasteful? -- Rui kept wondering why a simple ramen bowl could bring him tears. Was it the spice? Was it too spicy? Or too salty?? It didn't make any sense, because he didn’t feel it was too spicy or salty… He just sat there eating in silence and trying to get it, why was he…?!

“Oh, I know! Is it love??” Patamon asked.

“Can you put love in a bowl?” Wormmon asked, innocently.

“Well, putting it that way, yeah it had a ton of love while preparing it for my best pals so…”

“Excuse me,” Miyako stared at Daisuke, “I’m the one who got the Digimental of Love here. Better you teach me your secrets.”

“Then, better you give me your Digimental of Love because I deserve it now.”

“Not a chance!”

They all laughed.

“...”

Meanwhile Rui, oh poor Rui… He was so confused about what the heck is going on with him that he was feeling like spacing out again. He didn’t even realize he finished his bowl quite quicker than the others.

So now he was just watching the empty bowl and thinking how can he describe those feelings and flavors and -- WAIT WHY ARE THEY ALL LOOKING AT HIM NOW?!

“Wow…” Wormmon exclaimed.

“Well… It was d-delicious!” He babbled aloud. Dang it, he’s feeling like a fool…

“Hey, take it easy” Daisuke said, “So uh… How’s that?”

“... It was good.”

“And?”

“... I don’t understand why, but eating this bowl gave me joy… Something I haven’t felt for a long time ago.”

“Oh, so you liked it!?” V-mon gasped.

“V-mon, crying does not always mean sadness” Ken started explaining, “It can mean joy too. Like when Daisuke says something dumb and funny, making everyone cry out of laughter. It can also be out of relief, and so do other reasons as well.”

“... I think I was crying because…”

“... You feel happy to be here, right?” Daisuke tried to guess it.

“H-huh?”

“How’s Ukkomon’s egg going?” Miyako asked, “Did it hatch already?”

“... Not yet,” and then he showed the tiny watch-clock sized egg from his pocket. They all looked at it, “I always take him with me, just in case…”

“That’s a good signal,” Tailmon smiled, and then looked at Hikari, “You have to never lose hope, he will come back. Right, Hikari?”

“Yes, We never lost hope so that’s why we were able to meet each other.”

“... I feel safe with you guys,” Rui blushed a bit. Oh so that’s why he felt a little nervous, right?

“We can help you form connections,” Hawkmon said this time, “But sometimes you need a little push.”

“??”

“Yeah, so that’s why I got you here, dude” Daisuke chuckled, “We want to know more about you!”

“And we want you to know more about us, dagya!”

“... Oh.”

“Ah, I have something to show to everyone!” Hikari then took the stuffed backpack and opened it. Then Tailmon handed each of them a knitted scarf “I made those!!”

“That’s so cute!!” Miyako exclaimed with glee.

“Wow, it has cool details on them!!” Daisuke was in awe, “It reminds me of my Digital World’s jacket!!”

“Mine is Patamon-themed” Takeru commented, then looked at Hikari, “You made all of those, with details… All alone?”

“Oh I helped too” Tailmon started to brag, “I evolved into Angewomon and helped Hikari to knit. So they have an angel touch, haha~”

“Literally an angel touch… (dagya)” The digimon repeated together.

Rui also had one in his hands. It looked like Ukkomon, somehow. Hikari is really nice to give him something too, isn’t she? He kinda needed a little more color in his wardrobe… He had just started to wear some black-and-gray tones after the day he discovered Ukkomon had been hijacking his parents’ bodies (and possibly the rest of the people he had contact with?)… He kinda liked his usual outfit, but this was kinda giving him the will to risk changing a little.

So he put it around his neck. Somehow the colors were too bright for his dark clothes… But he was feeling happy with that humble present. He looked really funny and just felt like a tiny puppy with a new dog collar and wagging his tail happily.

The others just looked at him being more relaxed and comfortable, but Daisuke had to hold his laugh. Yeah, it was a little funny to him. And if he laughed now he could give the wrong message. But that made them all just feel the barrier between them and Rui had turned a little less thicker.

“I can’t use it right now, it will get dirty!!” Daisuke said, blushing, “B-But I will do it later!! And I won’t take it off ever again!”

“It will get stinky and we won’t let you approach us!” Patamon pouted.

“I… I will wash it though!!”

“You can’t wash it if you don’t take it off!”

“I didn’t mean literally not taking it off!!” Daisuke’s awkwardness increased. At least no one was paying attention to Rui feeling so warm and happy with those people taking him to eat ramen and giving him a gift!

More laughs.

“T-thank you…” it was interrupted by Rui simply thanking Hikari, “I… I appreciate it.”

“When Daisuke-kun said he wanted to gather everyone to try a new recipe, I decided to knit those. Now we all have matching scarves. Isn’t it fun?”

“This is the closest to having your crush give you a gift,” V-mon nodded sagely.

“HahahahaHA-- WHAT DO YA MEAN, V-MON!?” Daisuke panicked.

Daisuke-kun is acting weirdly… He probably likes her -- Rui thought. He wasn’t disappointed, but he was now frowning?

“I appreciate it as well, Hikari-chan” Ken thanked her, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, everyone here agrees, right?” Takeru smiled. Everyone agreed in a nod.

“Oh, there’s one more inside” Patamon noticed a 8th scarf in the backpack.

“This one is for Wallace,” Tailmon explained, “He’s part of our friend circle too, don’t forget it.”

“Wallace?” Ken and Rui asked.

“He’s a friend from America,” Hawkmon explained, “But uh… He tends to flirt with girls.”

“He was flirting with Miyako when we first met him,” Daisuke added with an annoyed tone.

“He what ?!” Ken gave Daisuke a legitimate ‘Kaiser-like’ look.

“I think now that you and Miyako-san are dating he would respect that” Iori tried to calm Ken down. He could present the sadistic Kaiser just by that reaction.

“Better he does,” Wormmon said, also sounding very… creepy?

Ichijouji-kun and Wormmon are scary… -- Rui gulped in silence. That murderous glare and the group trying to calm them down… Oh yeah.

“Anyway,” Daisuke slammed his hands on the other side of the counter, “Better you give me your notes. I need approval from this team here. And this includes you too, Rui.”

“... Ah, right… I think I liked it…?”

“The flavors were well balanced,” Ken said nonchalantly, “and your presentation of it looks refined even if you’re just starting this business. And I think it would’ve been good if…”

They watched Ken just rambling about Daisuke’s ramen like a legit restaurant reviewer and it made Rui quite impressed.

“... And serving it with a good shot of the client’s preferred drink could improve the experience.”

“Is… Is Ichijouji-kun a food critic…?”

“He tends to do those long reviews,” Tailmon shrugged, “You will get used to him.”

“Yeah, he’s a nerd” Daisuke rolled his eyes. Ken blushed out of embarrassment.

“But we love him so he’s our nerd!” Miyako added, and the blush in Ken intensified.

“Sooooo… Do y’all approve this one?”

“Yeah!/Yes!/Mhm!” They all said.

This group of people and their digimon seem so refreshing… Is this what friendship means? Is this… what having real friends means?

Rui felt his encounter with those people and digimon had helped him to start healing his heart. Somehow… He realized what Ukkomon had said back in time, on his 8th birthday.

The ‘friends’ Ukkomon couldn't bring that time… They weren’t his classmates.

It was those people. It was exactly this group of people, apparently.

He took the egg from his pocket and looked at it, with a calm and warm smile:

Thank you, Ukkomon. For leading me to them.

#digimon adventure 02 the beginning #ohwada lui #motomiya daisuke #ichijouji ken #inoue miyako #hida iori #takaishi takeru #yagami hikari #ni's digiheadcanons

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jujumin-translates · 1 year ago

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Event | Special Edition: Snowfall Street | EP: Anticipated Situation

Homare: …Hm. Today’s tea is once again very fragrant and delicious.

*Phone notification*

Homare: …Hm?

*LIME Start*

Citron: I wartched yor video!

Citron: Homare’s snowman was berry stylish!

*LIME End*

Homare: Video, snowman…?

Homare: Ooh, why he must mean the video we filmed in Hokkaido a few days ago!

Homare: Has it really been uploaded already? I must view it immediately--!

Muku: Arisu-san!!

Homare: Oh, Muku-kun. What is it?

Muku: Here! Please look at this picture that was just posted…!

Homare: Hm. Ah, this is a photo from the drama.

Muku: Yeah! This is a behind-the-scenes picture from the episode set to air next week…

Homare: It appears to be the main cast building a snowman. Oho, this location, could it be…!?

Muku: Yeah! It’s the same place where we built our snowmans a few days ago.

Muku: It’s really an incredible coincidence that we did our photoshoot in the same place and did the exact same thing as the drama.

Muku: I was so surprised by it happening, I just had to tell you right away, Arisu-san and--.

Muku: --Ah! S-Sorry! You were all by yourself and I ended up bothering you…

Homare: No, no, I’m quite glad you told me. Thank you.

Homare: I am very grateful to you, Muku-kun.

Muku: Eh?

Homare: It was all thanks to you that I was able to experience some marvelous works and also have the opportunity of visiting the filming location.

Homare: It was a very fun and valuable experience.

Homare: I plan to mention a bit about the drama and our visit to the location in next month’s column.

Muku: Really…!? I was also really happy to go to the filming location with you, Arisu-san.

Muku: I can’t wait to read the column.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Director: Well then, it’s almost time.

Misumi: Kaaay!

Director: I’ll start the stream. …And, go!

Sakuya: Hello, everyone!

Everyone: We’re MANKAI Company!

Taichi: Did you guys see the video we just posted~?

Azami: This time, we all went to Hokkaido.

Homare: Oho, there’s quite a few people saying they’ve seen it.

Muku: Thank you so much, everyone!

Azami: Yeah, we had seafood bowls. They were really good.

Taichi: They were so fancy and hella great~!

Misumi: There’s also lotsa comments about how everyone enjoyed the snowman building contest~.

Sakuya: Ahaha, yeah. In the end, we didn’t even have a winner.

Taichi: Oh yeah, you’re right… Such a surprisingly chill ending.

Azami: Well, that ain’t so bad sometimes.

Muku: Yeah!

Taichi: Ah, someone said that Homare-san and Mucchan’s snowman was really interesting!

Azami: Someone said it’s probably ‘cause of Homare-san.

Homare: Fufun, it was quite an artful snowman, was it not?

Misumi: Taichi and Azami’s snowman was really big and cool~!

Muku: Misumi-san and Sakuya-kun’s snowman was really cute with its triangular hat.

Sakuya: As for the reason we traveled to Hokkaido…

Sakuya: It was actually for a special edition of the “VELUDO” magazine!

Misumi: Waah! Everyone seems so excited! Ehehe, thanks!

Taichi: And the ones on the cover this time are…! A-chan, take it away!

Azami: Hah? Why me…?

Muku: Fufu, everyone says they want you to tell them.

Azami: …The cover this time will feature Homare-san and Misumi-san.

Misumi: Ye~ah!

Homare: Oho, that’s quite right. Please look forward to it.

Sakuya: We all got to see a preview of the cover and it looked really cool!

Taichi: I bet you guys are all gonna love the more mature vibe the two of them have going on in it~!

Homare: I’ll leave the specific details out so you all can enjoy it when you see it. Ahh, but I shall say one thing…

Homare: Pay special attention to my hair.

Sakuya: Good point!

Taichi: Yeah, yeah!

Muku: We’re also on the special edition page too, so please make sure to check that out too.

Misumi: The special edition page is full of a lotta great pics of lotsa places and things~!

Azami: So don’t miss it, got that?

Director: (...It’s about time. I’ll signal to Sakuya-kun…)

Sakuya: …Well then, that’s about it for today’s Inste Live. Thanks for watching, everyone.

Everyone: As always, we’re MANKAI Company!

Misumi: Bye~!

Homare: Please look forward to the release.

[ ⇠ Previous Part ]

#a3!#a3! translation #sakuya sakuma #misumi ikaruga #muku sakisaka #taichi nanao #azami izumida #homare arisugawa

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askkrisachan · 2 years ago

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Hello, Krisa dear! For the fandom ask, I'm curious about: B, F, K, O, U, and Z.

Oho, this should be fun to answer to! B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind Quite the question! Usually, being a simple lurker, I make my own ideas over the ships and things hardly change... Mh, might say this happened with Akira/Haru from Persona 5? For being the one girl stuck with the short end of the stick regarding screentime, Haru got lots of love from a certain part of the fandom... and, for that, I'm grateful to have been there to watch it unfold in real time. Scruffytale's takes on them were adorable!

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom Definitely has to be Tekken and Devil May Cry: got 20 years of experience under my belt!

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms This should be obvious, but... Bly, hunnie, thank you for making my stay in Persona hell a little sweeter♥

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of The gods spoke and said Karma, by Bump of Chicken. Given my current obsession with Kirby, it goes hand in hand with post Epilogue!Magolor and his overflowing feelings for a certain miss Pink Demon...

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms The question everyone was waiting for! - Rinoa Heartilly, Final Fantasy VIII [the original bae and rolemodel, and it shows!] - Nevan, Devil May Cry 3 [demon bae, who doubles as the coolest weapon ingame. Still waiting for the day when you'll come back home ;w;] - Futaba Sakura, Persona 5 [the heroine, end of the story. Kasumi who?] - Klonoa, Klonoa saga [without him and his fluffy ears, my life would've missed most of its spark...] - Lee Chaolan, Tekken saga [the first and undefeated hubby. To think that almost no one believed in his character twenty years ago, and nowadays...]

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged) Again, gijinka!Kirby related: Kirby and Elfilin are like sisters, and during her stay in the Forgotten Land it was her who taught little Elfilin how to drive. Skip to present day, and our chinchilla girl has become the fiercest driver of the whole planet! The moment she meets with Magolor will be something of a hot potato to deal, since she'll probably want to try and sail the Lor right off the bat...

#askkrisachan #tag game #fandom ask #Kri's chi-chat

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musicalfanfiction99 · 2 years ago

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The Idolistic Producer ~ Chapter 5

Before we start the story I have a something to say. I am so sorry that I haven't posted in about a month I couldn't think of any ideas and was really busy. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story!

You left the practice room to find another group to look to join. Let's look at Hold Hands to see what groups have openings right now. The screen flashes, pulling up a page full of idol groups and the number of people in that group, along with small notes saying how each of the members are and how everyone interacts as a whole. While you were scrolling one unit caught your eye. UNDEAD. "Well, maybe UNDEAD could possibly be a fit for me." You were so focused on your phone that you didn't notice someone was walking up behind you. "Oh? Someone wants to join the UNDEAD?" Once you heard that you froze. Who was talking to me? Are they trying to make fun of me? So many thoughts were racing through your head that you didn't know what to do. So you thought that you should calm down and ask what the mystery person was wondering. "Hello? Can I help you- Oh." You just now realized that it was the person named Rei Sakuma that stopped you in the halls the previous day. "Sorry. I thought that you were a stranger." "Oh, it's fine, miss. So you want to join UNDEAD?" "Oh, I'm just looking for a unit to join because Valkyrie half-scouted me and I denied so I'm looking for a group that interests me. I was just going to see if UNDEAD interests me. That's all." "Well, would you like to see our practice? I'm going there right now so you could come." "Sure. I need to submit a unit submission form by the end of the week anyways." He took you to the practice room where you sat through another practice, and you were instantly hooked. You saw how calm the group was and how well they worked together that you thought that they might be your best bet in finding a group that could be for you. During the break, you looked through the list of units one more time to make sure that no other groups caught your eye before you ask them if you could join. Okay, it looks like none of the the groups look interesting to me so I could ask them but what if they don't want me and I'm imposing on them or what if I ruin their relationships with eachother... While you were lost in thought someone walked over to you. "Hello Luna~ did you like my performance~ ⁠♡" "Kaka, yes it was very good. Your group has a nice dynamic too." "So will you join our unit? We have an extra opening just for you~" "Wouldn't I just get in the way of your group though? I can't work as hard as other people and I'm not as good of a singer or dancer as you guys." "It's fine. You'll be fine. You haven't picked a unit yet anyways right? You need to submit your unit submission form in by the end of the week." "Yes, you have a point. I guess I'll join. What do I need to do to join?" Right as you said that last sentence you perked up the ears of the other members. "Oho, so you're joining after all?" Rei was quite glad because he knew your sister and he knows you will do great things. "Here, these are a couple forms you need to submit to the student council and you need to fill out your unit submission form." "Alright, well I guess I'll see you in class. Thank very much for allowing me to join!" You bowed and then left the room. Okay, I finally just joined a group... It's fine right? There's just a vampire-like person, a ladies man, a short-tempered "dog", and a calm person. Yes, it'll all turn out fine...

Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 6

#idolistic producer #x reader #enstars x reader #reader insert #ensemble stars x reader

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primofate · 3 years ago

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If you guys missed it. Here’s the masterlist for my 2k follower event:

https://primofate.tumblr.com/post/660401392610131968/2k-follower-event-masterlist

Cinnamon Sugar Waffle (“I change my mind, I like you, okay?”) [MODERN AU]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Xiao x fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread, swearing and profanities, I got carried away with Scaramouche’s >_> Xiao’s is also a little different, it doesn’t really end with dating, but close enough, I think?

Notes: I ran into a wall while writing this one. Specially for these boys. But thank you for the challenge! I must say, I think I wrote this one nicely... Not tryna brag but it DID take me a while XD Let me know what you think. Also, a note for everyone, if you want to be TAKEN OUT of the taglist, fill in the same google questionnaire and just type you want to be taken out of the taglist :D

Scaramouche

The two of you were like two opposites that were drawn together. People always wondered why someone like you would associate with someone like him. Charming and agreeable Y/N with gruff and harsh Scaramouche.

The door to your classroom slides open with a loud CLACK, revealing none other than him. His uniform is untucked, he could get a demerit for that, his school bag thrown over his shoulder haphazardly. All eyes are on him. He might be smaller in stature compared to the other boys, but his presence was immense.

His eyes land on you.

“Oi, idiot, hurry up, get going,” He throws his thumb over his shoulder to signal he was going ahead. Your classmates look at you. Some of them surprised, some with pity in their eyes, some just amused. “H-Hey! Wait!” You scramble to pack your bag, just shoving everything you needed in there and ran out after him. “Scara!!” He wasn’t very far off, but you still pant when you reach him.

“Tsk, you’re always so slow,” you frown and glare a little, “It’s because I have to think carefully which books I need to take home!” You glance at his bag, he’s holding it as if nothing’s in there. “Unlike you who doesn’t even take his homework seriously!” You chide and he smirks.

“Oho, when did you start getting feisty?”

“...Maybe because I spend too much time with you,” you mutter but he clearly hears it and he cackles. “Now you’re complaining? We’ve seen each other in diapers,”

He’s relentless with his teasing remarks and harsh comments. But you were the only one who could really take them. You knew he never meant any harm.

Today after school was quite special. He was going to get a new guitar, and you had to come with to help him choose. He’s had his old one for years and he finally saved up enough to get a new one. “...and then Tartaglia, that asshole, broke his drumsticks,” he was talking about his bandmates. You’ve met them before, a group of weird individuals who had their own little quirks. It was a little intimidating. Scaramouche didn’t seem too happy about you meeting them, actually.

“Maybe this one...?” He picks out another guitar, by this point it’d been nearly an hour of looking. You tilt your head at it and shake your head. “No, mmm... how about...” You look around the music store, rows and rows of acoustic and electric guitars that passing your vision. “Oh! That one!” You point at a dark purple acoustic guitar, with a matte finish. “Looks like it’d suit you,”

So he takes that one, and tries it out before deciding on it. You watch him play a calming melody on it. It was strange. How he was always so rough and sometimes loud but when he played the guitar he was a totally different person. Well... except when he was using an electric one.

It was that guitar he ended up taking to band practice the next day. Little did he know that you’d also prepared an extra gift for him weeks before. A customized guitar pick, purple too, with his name painted and glossed on it. They were supposed perform in the school festival soon, and it was his first performance, so you thought it would be a good gift.

“I don’t like Y/N like that,” you stopped at the door leading to the band room, it was slightly ajar, enough for you to hear everything. You didn’t tell him you were coming. “It’s disgusting, we’re practically siblings,” you step away from the door instinctively when you hear some of his band mates laughing. “So you’re okay if I go ask her out right now?” you don’t quite know who asks, but Scaramouche scoffs “Go ahead, the hell I care,”

Your hold on the small velvet pouch where the guitar pick was in tightens. Turning away to walk back to your classroom, it doesn’t quite hit you that you were extremely hurt until it was nearly time to go home. He’d walk home with you, like always, but today, you wanted to disappear before he even arrived at your classroom.

The door to your classroom once again opens with a loud CLACK. “Oi, idiot, I told you to hurry--” his eyes scan the classroom. Once, twice and another time. Then his shoulders slump.

You’re not there.

Strange.

You never walked back by yourself. It was always with him. His face contorts into an annoyed glare, a irk mark would form on his forehead. He slams the classroom door close, and sprints towards the shoe lockers. He pants as he looks around and gets even more annoyed when he doesn’t find you there either. He whips his phone out and dials your number.

You didn’t answer. Not even when he called three times.

“What the... I swear--” He grumbles and ends up walking home by himself. The walk home was quiet. It was a little...empty. Even when he arrives home and rests his guitar on the wall, it’s a little strange. It’s incomplete. He can’t think of anything except you and it pisses him off. He clicks his tongue again and takes his phone out, attempting to call you once again.

Nothing.

He face plants on his desk. “The hell... is she avoiding me...?” What did he do wrong? Just yesterday you’d picked out the guitar for him, this morning you seemed totally fine too and he didn’t see you in the afternoon--

His head perks up.

‘So you’re okay if I go ask ‘em out right now?’

Without thinking much about it he dials Tartaglia’s phone. His band mate picks up with a cheerful, “What’sup?”

“Did you ask Y/N out?” Scaramouche immediately asks. Tartaglia laughs on the other line, “Yeah, I did! I walked home with ‘em today!” Scaramouche stiffens up. You walked home with someone else other than him today. Why did that bother him so much? “A-And? That’s it?” Scaramouche further asks.

“We’re going on a date tomorrow after school, I broke my drumsticks, remember? They’re gunna help me pick new ones!” Scaramouche nearly drops his phone in shock. You... were going to help someone else with their shopping. He grips his phone tight and presses it into his ear harshly.

Someone else was going to enjoy your presence.

Someone else was going to get to see your stupid thinking face while you try to pick out something.

Pretty soon you’d be hitting and punching Tartaglia’s shoulder instead of his.

“...Yo? Scaramouche?” Tartaglia notes the long silence on the other line. Scaramouche snaps back to reality. “...No,”

“Huh?” Tartaglia asks.

“No, you’re not taking Y/N out!” He ends the call and sprints out of his room, racing down the stairs to the front door, jumping on one foot while trying to pull his shoes on. Your house was nearby. He’d be damned before he lets you date Tartaglia.

The sharp DING DONG startles you. You’re not even out of your uniform yet and your parents weren’t home. “Coming!” you shout and open the door without thinking much of it.

Scaramouche has his hands on his knees, panting. Your mouth opens in wonder, watching him catch his breath. “You--” gasp “Did you--” gasp “agree to go on a date with that asshole?!” he whips his head up to glare at you and you reel back a little. “Uhm, what? No...?” you respond, wondering what in the world was happening.

“Bullshit! Don’t lie to me!”

You furrow your eyebrows at that and yell back “I’m not lying to you! Did you come here just to yell at me?!” Scaramouche is taken aback. You never take that tone towards him. “I’m going back in,” you turn away from him and pull the door to close it, but he wedges his foot in to stop you. “Oi! I’m here to talk to you damnit!”

“About what?” You glare at him through the small gap at the door. “About why you didn’t wait for me after-school!”

“I wasn’t feeling well so I went home quickly!”

“Seriously, stop lying to me!”

“...Scara...”

Once again he’s surprised at the change of voice level. Suddenly he could barely hear you, and you wouldn’t look him in the eye. “Could you just leave me alone for today? Please?”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, and it aches. The fact that he has never been without you hits him so hard that there’s a little bit of panic in his veins. “...J-Just.. Just today,” he says, as if trying to convince you and himself that everything would be back to normal tomorrow. There must be a reason why this was happening, so he came to terms with letting you handle it yourself for now. He moves his foot away and your door closes almost immediately.

He stays there for a while, feeling shut out and slightly lost. He sighs to himself, taking his phone out as he decides to go home. There’s a message from Tartaglia.

“Dude, I was just joking. Don’t get your underwear in a twist,”

He growls under his breath and swears he’ll knock some sense into Tartaglia tomorrow.

But when tomorrow came, and as he sat at the band room absentmindedly strumming on his guitar, he found that he didn’t have the mood to do so. He couldn’t find you in the morning. He couldn’t find you in lunch time. There was a certain fear deep in him that he wouldn’t be able to find you anymore, at all.

After-school, he tries again, he even runs to your classroom, but you weren’t there. He walks home with defeat again today. By the end of the week on Friday, he’s anxious. He felt like he was losing you and it was driving him crazy. So, he took it upon himself to ring your doorbell again, this time your mother answered. “Oh, Scaramouche! Haven’t seen you in a while!”

Scaramouche rubs the back of his neck... “Hi Mrs. (last name)... Is Y/N in?” He wasn’t a stranger in your house. After all, his mother and yours were good friends. That’s how the two of you became friends too. “Yeap, upstairs, just go on in, I’ll be in the kitchen.”

He’s nervous as he stands outside your door. It’s been four days that he hasn’t seen you, and yet it felt like forever. He knocks on your door and you easily say “Come in!” thinking it was your mother. He opens it to find you on your study desk, doing homework. You hadn’t noticed it was him, so he softly closes the door and just watches you concentrate.

Pen in your mouth, bad habit of yours, but he found it cute sometimes. The way your hair frames your face. The way your brows furrow when you’re focusing. “What is it--” You finally pick your head up and turn, then freeze.

“...Hey,” he sees you nervously swallow, and he wonders why. “Just... wanted to check in on you,” your put your pen down and nod, “Oh, yeah,” it’s awkward and he doesn’t know what to do with the silence. Neither did you. You didn’t quite expect this.

“What...What’s happening?” Scaramouche finally asks. You turn to your homework, explaining “Oh, I was just doing some algebra--”

“No, Y/N, to us. What’s happening to us?”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“...Nothing. We just... Don’t you think we spend too much time together?”

“So you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore?”

“That’s not what I said--”

“That’s exactly what you said,”

“I--” Finally you bury your face into your hands. It was hard for you too. To realize that you must like him more than just a friend. No matter how much you tried to deny it all you could hear was him saying ‘it’s disgusting,’

“If I tell you will you leave me alone?”

“Depends,” he shrugs, even with his arms crossed. He’s starting to get pissed.

“It’s not digusting,” you start in a whisper. He tilts his head in confusion, eyes narrowing at you. “What?”

“I don’t think it’s disgusting, that I like you,” It takes him a while to piece things together. Where is this disgusting thing coming from? And did you just say that you like him? His forehead is seriously scrunched up now. “Why would it be disgusti--” it’s as if his brain realizes it in slow motion.

“It’s disgusting, we’re practically siblings,”

“...That... That’s not really what I wanted to say that time...” Scaramouche slowly explains. Realizing that your reason for avoiding him was that you overheard that conversation. His hands clasp into fists. He doesn’t know why he’s so angry at himself.

“It doesn’t matter anyway Scaramouche, we’re just friends...” You mutter and continue doing your homework. “...I’ve told you, so can you leave me alone now?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but is unable to think of a valid reason. He’s angry, but mostly frightened. This is what it comes to? Is what he was thinking. This is where you and him part ways? Like this?

“Fuck this, I’m not leaving,” He plops on your floor stubbornly and glares at the back of your head. Your turn your head and incredulously stare at him. “What? You’re just gunna sit there? Fine, do that then,” and continue with your homework.

“Why are you so--ugh. Fine!!” He stands up again, but this time he stomps toward your table and looks you eye to eye. “Fine! That’s exactly what I said, alright? B-But--” he grits his teeth and there’s an expression of desperation in his eyes. “But I take it back! I hate it! I hate it when Tartaglia keeps messing with my head telling me he’s gunna ask you out! It’s not just him! I hate it when I think of you with someone else!” For a moment you think that there’s a little bit of gloss in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you in four days! It felt like forever! I-I can’t be JUST friends with you anymore, it sucks!”

Your eyes widen, your hand losing grip on your pen. “Go out with me,” Your jaw slowly opens in awe. Was he just doing this out of pity, or did he really feel that way? You take one look at his face and how he suffers and you know that it’s real. “I-Are you sure?” You ask and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Were you even listening to anything I was saying? Yes, I’m sure. Didn’t you just say you like me too? Just say yes, damnit,”

There’s a slight peach on his cheeks, and he’s looked away, pretending that the wall was interesting. Your head leans forward and touches his shoulder, you close your eyes cause you feel like it might just be a dream that was happening too fast, but he hesitantly wraps one arm round your shoulders, and you’re still awake. “...Fine, I’ll go out with you.” You finally answer as if you were forced, but there was a smile on your face. He sighs in relief pushes you back and flicks your forehead, “Don’t pull that disappearing shit on me again, I swear,”

You laugh a little and scratch your cheek in embarrassment, explaining that you didn’t know how to face him. The two of you fall into conversation rather naturally again. It was easy, since the two of you had basically been in each other’s presence since you were young.

In the next moment, you’re grabbing the velvet pouch with the custom guitar pick in it and hand it to him. “It’s a good luck gift, for your first performance,” You eagerly watch as he opens it, takes it out, and becomes silent. His eyes are tracing the shape of the pick, and he looks at his name, nicely written in the centre.

He can’t describe how happy he is, even if he didn’t show it. He thinks about using it on the school stage and gets a little giddy inside. You watch as his face starts to go red, then he covers his eyes and tilts his head back, possibly trying to hide his flushed face from you.

“Fuck, I should’ve asked you out a long time ago,”

Diluc

“Why not just ask Y/N?” Kaeya takes a sip of water while he converses with his brother, his eyes glinting as he follows every expression on the red-head’s face.

“Y/N? I don’t think it’d work out,” he said in a rather nonchalant manner. They’re in his office. In the middle of dropping papers off to Diluc, Kaeya suddenly had a great idea for Diluc.

“It’s just to appease our mother. It doesn’t have to “work out”, brother,” He stands and leaves the glass of water behind. Diluc’s office was huge. The man had everything. A business inherited from his father. Wealth. And a thriving career. Everything... except one important thing, according to their mother.

A girlfriend.

Diluc sighs as he looks through the papers. “I understand mother’s concerns... but I’m not really interested in that kind of thing at the moment... I’d really like it if I just went at my own pace.”

“Yeah, except you told her you found a girlfriend already!” Kaeya laughs at Diluc’s pissed off face. It was rare that his brother slipped up. He supposed that his brother was just too annoyed at their mother’s badgering, and finally, last time, during the family dinner. Diluc had blurted out, “I already have someone, mother,” Mostly because their mother was starting to make plans to arrange dates for Diluc.

“And now she’s dying to see her!” Kaeya laughs again, slapping his knee in the process. “Kaeya if you’re all done here, get out,” Diluc sighs again and sends his brother a glare. Kaeya shrugs and waves a hand behind him. “I’m tellin ya ‘Luc, just ask Y/N. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind pretending,”

What exactly did Kaeya mean that you ‘wouldn’t mind pretending’? Diluc wonders. The two of you were good friends since high school, but it wasn’t like it was anything more than friendship.

He’d forgotten about the whole ordeal while working. He didn’t really have time to think about how to fool his mother that he had a date. Him being him, he probably should really just tell his mother the truth: he didn’t have anyone. But how? How, when he takes a break from work and looks at his phone, he reads a message from his mother.

“I’m so excited to meet her! You’ll take her to tomorrow’s dinner right?”

And just like that Diluc deflates. This was such a bad idea. He should’ve just kept his mouth shut.

And so, that’s how he lands a phone call with you. You listen carefully as he explains the situation. Even laughed at it like Kaeya does and readily agree to be his “date” for the night. “Thanks, Y/N, I owe you one,” he says, phone wedged in between his shoulder and head, trying to open his car door. “Yep, you do! But uh...” you hesitate a bit. “I mean, you can’t keep fooling your mom like that...” You suggest. It really wasn’t his style, but you understood where he was coming from. Still, you had to point him to the right path.

“Yeah... I’ll... figure that one out. I can’t quite imagine dating you for real anyway,” He said it offhandedly, but you were somehow secretly offended. You knew Diluc could be relaxed with his words when he was comfortable with someone, but still, it was a little surprising. Was it because he found you unattractive? Or your attitude was off? “Ahaha...” you managed to force a laugh out.

When the dinner came around you wore a simple, pastel blue, a-line dress. Diluc picks you up at your house, he’s in a casual white, button up shirt, the top two buttons are undone though and his sleeves are rolled up, just for ease of driving. His pants are a dark brown, and his hair pulled up into the signature ponytail.

He looks so good that you wish the two of you weren’t pretending.

As you slip into the front seat of his black sedan, he does a double take, noting that you’ve done yourself up. Not that he didn’t think you were pretty, but with a bit of makeup and your hair down, it was quite charming.

“So...what’s the rules?” You ask, smoothing your hair down, a little nervous. The thing is, you’ve already met Diluc’s family. Back in high school, when the three of you, with Kaeya, would do study sessions. It was mostly for Kaeya really. Diluc was pretty good with his studies. “Rules?” Diluc says as he finally pries his eyes away from you, focusing on the road. “You know, no kissing, no hand holding? Are all those allowed?” Diluc didn’t really think about that, he didn’t think there was a need for it. “I should be asking you that, I wouldn’t want to... impose,” he ends and you think about it for a while.

“It’s not like we’d have to do those things, right? Well... As for me, just don’t kiss me on the lips...” You shrug. He blinks at that, but agrees.

When the two of you are outside of his house--a rather modern and big one, by the way--he holds his hand out for you and you take it, twining your fingers with his. The warmth was really inviting, and his hands were firm yet comfortable at the same time.

It was at that moment that you thought: This could be a mistake.

“Hello there dear--” The maid answers the door, but his mother is waiting too. His mother’s eyes slowly widen and a big smile appears on her face. “Well if it isn’t Y/N! Oh, darling, I haven’t seen you in a while! Goodness, if it wasn’t for you Kaeya would’ve failed his math exams, I remember that like yesterday,” His mother goes off on a tangent, and Diluc watches as you eagerly converse with her. The smile on your face is genuine, and he appreciates that, even though this was just an act, you still treated his family with respect and authenticity.

“Well, well, look who it is,” Kaeya is the next one who greets you, hands crossed over his chest. You grin back at him, “Your Math tutor, at your service,” you curtsy at him playfully and he chuckles, putting his hand out to you. “May I escort you to our dining room?” You’ve been there before, but Kaeya is just being playful. As you lift your hand, about to accept Kaeya’s offer, you’re tugged backwards. You’d forgotten that your other hand was entwined with Diluc’s, and it was him who had tugged you away.

Kaeya’s eyebrow raises at his brother, though there’s a small glint in his eyes. “...I’ll take her there,” Diluc says quietly. “Oh? Well, suit yourself, brother,” Kaeya chuckles before disappearing into the large hallway, seemingly amused. Diluc doesn’t know what’s come over him. Seeing that you were about to hold Kaeya’s hand... It was a little unsettling. You blink up at him, wondering why he looked so lost in thought, still, you complimented him on his acting. “Wow, really playing the jealous part, huh?” You didn’t know that Kaeya was in on the act too.

Diluc is stunned into silence.

Jealous? He thinks to himself.

Since when? Is his second thought.

The incident repeats itself again, when Kaeya--Diluc is sure that he’s doing it on purpose now--tells you that “You have a little something over there,” the blue-haired man points at your cheek, maneuvers his hand so that it looks like he’s about to brush it off for you “Kaeya,” When Diluc looks at Kaeya, he already has a mischievous look on his face and is looking at Diluc eye to eye. “I’ll do it,” Diluc says, rather resentfully towards his brother, who smirks.

“Look over here, Y/N,” You turn your head towards Diluc, curiosity still evident in your eyes. There’s a small crumb on the side of your lips. He cups your cheek gently and brushes it away with his thumb. The act is intimate. So much that it brings a hue of pink on your cheeks.

We’re just acting, you remind yourself, before continuing to eat. The dinner table is lively. Their father isn’t there, had to stay late at the office, it seems. “So that’s where you get your hardworking streak from,” When you turn to him with such a bright smile and admiration in your eyes he wonders if you’d always been this way. “...Yeah,” is the only thing he could breathily reply.

“Well I think we’re ready for a little bit of dessert aren’t we?” Their mother says, “Oh, I actually brought a little something today,” You say, politely asking one of the maids to bring out the cookies you got. They’ve done so, and even arranged it on a plate properly. You’re reminded again of how posh Diluc’s household was. His mother gasps, “Are these the cookies from that bakery at the town fair? Oh these are marvellous!”

And it dawns on Diluc all too suddenly.

You fit in so well.

It’s like you were part of the family.

Like it wasn’t all pretend.

He’s silent as he drives you back home while you were just excitedly chatting about how it was nice to see Kaeya and his mother again. He stops the car outside your house, but as you’re about to leave, pulling the lever to the car door, he speaks up. “...Can I take you out again?”

Your head whips back towards him, surprised. “Like, pretend, right?”

There’s a moment of silence, Diluc opens his mouth to speak but closes it again. Then your eyes widen. You know what he’s trying to say. “Not... pretend... I mean... for real,”

You sit back comfortably on the car seat, you feel like this is going to take a while to talk about. “But you... uh... you said you can’t quite imagine dating me for real...” You go back to the telephone conversation you had with him.

He sighs at that and pushes his head back towards the car seat. “I--I don’t know why I said that, it’s just... We’ve been friends for a while, I just thought if something were to happen it should’ve happened a long time ago...” He rubs the side of his neck, not knowing where this conversation was going.

“Well, you never really asked me out, so I thought you weren’t interested...” You trail off, watching him be awkward with himself.

“...You mean to say if I asked you out in high school you would’ve said yes?”

You’re silent for a moment, shifting in your seat slightly. Embarrassed of the high school crush confession you were about to make. “Well, yeah, I mean, you’re not bad...” You’re gorgeous, is what you wanted to say.

Diluc lets out a breathy laugh. But he doesn’t regret it. He hardly thought high school was the right time for that kind of thing. “Well, I’m asking you now, for real. Still interested?” He suddenly gets a confident streak in him, it’s like a little bit of Kaeya showing through, reminding you that they were indeed, brothers.

“Hmmm... I don’t know, am I?” You playfully ask, smirking at him and pulling on the lever of the car door again, but before you push it open, you lean forward and land a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for taking me out tonight, ‘Luc. Text me when you’re home safe,” you whisper and finally climb out of the car.

Rather than using words, Diluc realizes there were several other ways to express interest.

He absentmindedly thumbs the cheek you kissed, shy smile on his face as he watches you wave at him and enter your house.

Xiao

Classmates. Other than that, there was nothing much between the two of you. Though, one could say that you were one of the nicest girls in class. Very quiet. Focused. Took your work seriously. Friendly.

Xiao was exactly the same, except for the friendly part. He kept to himself, most of the time.

You started to notice that Xiao was always the last pick. Group projects. Pair Work. Even in PE. No one wanted him in their team. Either that, or they begrudgingly took him.

You didn’t quite understand why.

Sure, he kept to himself. He had a really sharp gaze in his eyes. Almost like it could cut through someone. But he hadn’t done anything to make anyone wary of him. He was just... quiet.

So when you’d finally mustered up the courage one day, and presented with the opportunity when the teacher said “You need to work in pairs” you tapped his shoulder and asked with a small smile. “Wanna work together?”

He was shocked. It was the first time that he got picked. Then, in the next second, the shocked expression was gone, replaced by a frown. Still, he said “Sure,”

You scheduled study sessions with him and he didn’t mind anything that you said at all. That project passed by smoothly and you came to know that he wasn’t a bad person. Just really quiet.

The next few projects went the same way.

“Do you wanna be in our group?”

“Do you wanna be in our team?”

“We still have space for one more!”

It was always you who was asking. But still, because of that, people got to talking to him. In group settings, the other guys started to talk to him and he finally got to converse with other people. He didn’t think it would matter much to him, high school friendship, but he found that it was easier to survive and go through every day when he had companions. When he had someone who at least wasn’t repulsed by his presence.

“Bye Xiao, see you tomorrow!” You wave at him as you walk home with your girl friends. He absentmindedly waves back at you, and gets up to get ready to go too, when one of the other guys slings their arm around Xiao’s shoulder, “We’re going to the arcade today, you should come!” He’s dumbfounded. Since when did he become accepted?

Every day, it’s as if life was a little easy on the shoulders for him. Suddenly he wasn’t alone. There were people around him who actually liked and understood his brooding ways. And in the centre of that?

His head turns to look at you huddled with your friends while you were eating lunch.

You opened up his world. He was quite sure of that.

But with his world opened up, not everything that came with it was good. High school came with a lot of different things. Both friends and enemies.

His back slams on the wall as another classmate pushes him against it. “Now that you have friends you think you’re so cool, huh?”

Xiao only levels his gaze at the bully. “...I never said that,”

“You sure act like it!” And his jaw gets hit painfully, leaving him on the floor, lip bleeding.

The next morning he shows up to school with gauze plastered on his cheek. Lip bruised. You take a look at him but didn’t have the chance to ask. You only did so after-school, when you had the chance to walk up to him and ask. “Xiao, are you ok? Did something happen?” You ask.

He grits his teeth. He can’t help but be angry at you. If he had stayed as he was, like before, keeping to himself. This wouldn’t have happened. He shakes his head, not wanting to talk about it. Not wanting to talk to you. “...If someone’s bothering you maybe you should--”

“Shut up.”

His guy friends turn to listen to the conversation the two of you were having. Xiao is glaring at you with anger in his eyes. “Shut up. Leave me alone. Stop being so annoying all the time, I don’t need you watching over me!” You step back, face blank. “O-Oh, okay,” then, silently, you head back to your table and grab your bag, disappearing out of the door in moments.

“...A little harsh, I’d say,” Xingqiu says while patting Xiao’s shoulder. Xiao swerves his head to look at his group of guy friends. They’re still there and they’re all just looking at him and waiting.

Were they not deterred? Disgusted by what he just said? Shouldn’t they be leaving him alone now?

Gorou punches a fist on his own hand. “Alright, Xiao, we’ll beat you up later for yelling at Y/N like that, but right now let’s go find the guys that beat you up, eh?”

And then he understands. The world that you’ve opened up for him may have some bad things in them... but the good far outweighed it.

He instantly regrets snapping at you. “...S’not worth it...” Xiao says, rubbing his shoulder. Chongyun shrugs, “Well, the least you could do is point them out, so we can watch out for them next time,”

How his friends knew that it was someone from school, he would never know, perhaps it was just their instinct.

The next few days is spent with Xiao stealing glances from you. You seem to be fine, still talking to your friends happily. Still, he can’t get the guilt off of his chest.

When the next pair work presents itself Xiao turns around to try and ask you, but you’d already asked one of your girl friends. “Xiao, pair up with me,” Gorou says, and Xiao could only agree, eyes still watching you converse with your friend.

His friends start to notice that he’s a little more miserable than normal, they figured it had something to do with you. “Have you apologized to her yet, Xiao?” Xingqiu asks as the group walks towards the town centre. “...No,” he averts his eyes. “Ah, so that’s why you’re so upset. She hasn’t talked to you in a week!” Gorou laughs and Xiao only glares at him. “...She seems to be fine, so I’ll leave it like that.”

“She might be fine, but are you?” Xingqiu yet again chides his friend. Xiao is hesitant to answer and that was an answer enough for the group of friends.

So come Monday, when you were the student on duty, responsible for cleaning up the classroom and wiping the board clean before you go home. Xiao’s group of friends urges him to stay behind and help you. Xiao watches, slightly sweatdropping as Chongyun gives him a thumbs up from the door. Xingqiu waving a hand to “shoo” him away. Gorou grinning widely and mouthing “good luck!” as the three of them shut the door, leaving only you and him behind.

You hadn’t even noticed. You were just checking your books and bag, until you see another pair of shoes come into sight. Your eyes trail up and see Xiao there, looking away, yet seemingly wanting to say something.

“...Xiao?” You ask. Truth be told, you took what he said to heart but had the same thought process as him. He looked fine, so you left it at that. He mumbles something, but you couldn’t hear and politely ask him to repeat it.

“Sorry,” he repeats a little louder. “You’re not annoying,” he explains, and that was more than enough for you. You don’t question his reason for saying it, but he offers it up himself. “I was just... pissed off, that time,” you nod, accepting his explanation easily. “I’d never hate you,”

You straighten up a little at his words, wondering why your heart was starting to quicken. “You chose me when no one else did, so I... I’ll always...” There’s a hint of red on his cheeks, and he doesn’t meet your gaze, but his words are clear and sincere. “I’ll always cherish you for that,”

Something in your heart blooms. Something that you never knew was there. As you look at him, his face illuminated by the sunlight from the window, you can’t help but be in awe at how far he’s come.

And yet, for him, who’s looking at the sky slowly turning orange, he can’t help but be in awe at how much his life has changed ever since you accepted him.

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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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Stardew Impact [Genshin+Stardew Valley/xReader]

Part 1/3 Kaeya, Diluc

Synopsis: “A mysterious phenomenon brought you and your s/o to an unfamiliar world: Pelican Town! Without the power of Visions, the two of you begin to learn the life of what it takes to be...a farmer?”

(DOMESTIC FARM LIFE YIP YIP)

Coming soon...

Albedo and Childe

Zhongli and Xiao

(A/N): So the brainrot was real in this one. I planned to add Albedo for a Mondstadt edition but kinda went overboard so I gotta split this one into parts too. Wordcount_almost 2k spspspsp

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Diluc

• Already has the whole year planned in his head. Literally if Diluc were to play this game, he'd have a booming farm within year ONE. Calm and collected through and through, though the new environment raises alot of questions, as long as you were still with him, Diluc ain't complaining

• The town welcomes you two with open arms. It was all thanks to the attire. Diluc wore his usual dark coat adorned with regal gold while you had a dress made of Liyue's finest silk, one that he bought for you. Needless to stay both of you reeked the aura of rich aristocrats (Mayor Lewis is pleased that greedy bastard)

• Once the farm was permitted to your owndership, Diluc began to think of ways to turn it into a vineyard. He was a businessman afterall. Although the staff back at the Dawn Winery were the ones who tended the field, Diluc still knew a few things about planting due to his childhood days Master Crepus would bring him out to their yard and demonstrated the process of gardening. He still remembers those days clearly, doing the very same this moment with you.

• Occasionally works at the Saloon bar. It was the perfect opportunity. As you took care of the farm side, Diluc continues to look for more ways to increase the income while gathering information from the folks around town. Gus LOVES to have him over, like he's just so efficient and reliable! They soon become good friends saying if Diluc were ever to own a wine stock, he would gladly buy from him.

• This is why Diluc would stay a little later due to just chatting with the people from the bar. One time you walked into the Saloon only to the front desk with Emily alone. Turns out the others were in the other room, too busy playing a game of pool. You decided to leave him be since it was rare to have Diluc so relaxed in leisure activities. Thus in the end, you spent your time chatting with Emily until a whole hour has passed before your lover notices and apologizes for losing track of time.

• Everything felt like a dream because it was his dream. To live a life undisturbed from chaos, his duties and the dangers that lurk in Teyvat, Diluc grew fond of the domesticity. There was nothing he loved more than to spend his hours by your side, day after day, returning home to your freshly handmade meals.

• Spring: Already up and early planting the parnersnips (I'm very soft for gardener Diluc you see). What do you expect from a workaholic? Even during his leisure time you would often find him near some plant as he does consider this hobby quite therapeutic. But when it rains, Diluc would be standing beside you with an arm around your shoulder, smiling contently as you lean into his touch. He gazes through the dripping window and silently admires the current progress you both made on the farm.

• Between the two annual spring festivities, I would say the flower dance. Diluc is a private man and would prefer to take things where no eyes were on sight. But with a little bit of nudging from Gus (your wingman), he gives in and leads you to the center stage. Elegant. Graceful. The way you two moved together became the talk of the event. Though, Diluc was already used to people staring by now, all he needed to do was to ignore them and keep his focus on you.

• Summer: No blankets in bed. Nope, its bloody hot in Pelican Town. He tends to stay indoors or anywhere with shade, in other words, his work hours in the Saloon increased.

• Diluc always has a nice cold drink prepared for you if by any chance you were to pay a visit after a whole day of labour. It's a habit he's made subconciously as if it would be a natural occurance for you to enter the door. His colleagues would ask him who did he make that drink for? Honestly so cute i cri

• Moments like these remind him of Mondstadt, where he quietly wipes the glasses while listening to you talk. Your voice is soothing. Sun rays peek from the side casting onto the umber tables, reflecting a rich golden light as the radio plays a soft song in the background. It's so peaceful, the town was small hence not many people visited the bar, Diluc came to appreciate this warm privacy (plus no Venti and Kaeya which is a huge pog realization).

• Autumn: Harvest time baby. The kegs are full and the sheds are full of kegs. This season was huge stonks and the house ended up getting an upgrade. Diluc is the type of man who wants to make sure that his spouse wouldn't have to work another day of her life. I reckon this is why he's so ambitious because he wants you to have the best and you deserve the best. (Husband material. Slap a ring on him ladies).

When there was no more work left to do, time would be spend peacefully exploring the woods. While you skipped a few steps ahead as the leaves crunched beneath your feets, Diluc follows slowly from behind. He sees your back but his eyes stares somewhere far beyond whats in front of him: His future.

It was such a stark contrast to the one he envisioned before. One filled with uncertaintly, blocked by darkness with no silver lining in sight, endlessly wandering as he drags the claymore against the ground. There was never a day in which the Darknight hero wouldn't think of Mondstadt. Leaving the city in the incompetent hands of Ordo Favonious while Abyss Mages continue to lurk fuels him to find a way to return as soon as possible and yet...

"Higher big sis!" Jas tightens her hold on the ropes as you pushed the swing with all your might. She laughs, like a child, it was full of innocence and joy. Later Vincent came in and nugdes you, asking when his turn will come.

"You wanna go too? Alright alright don't worry," waiting for Jas to come down, you lift the boy up so that he was seated safely on the chair, "3..2..1 go!"

He wonders if he could just be a little selfish for once.

• Winter: Best man to have in this season. Every morning Diluc would find himself restricted in movements due to a pair of arms around his waist and legs entangled with yours. Turns out you've been doing it subconciously because he's just so warm (Diluc keeps it lowkey and pretends to sleep longer cuz of it)

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Kaeya

• Haha looks like the portal is gone, guess we'll be stuck forever :)). No kidding Kaeya would be so down to stay here for the rest of his life and the best part is to spend it with you. He doesn't show a shred of concern regarding Teyvat, not like he's easily shaken by events that are abnormal, but you can see that Kaeya is truly and genuinely happy. (You're stunned).

• Oho we also have this marvelous landscape just for the two of us? And a cozy little cabin to go along with it as well? This should be fun~

• Of course Kaeya would also know a few things about planting, just the basics since he did grow up with Diluc. When they were kids, Crepus would give each of them their own pots so they can grow their own plants. It eventually became a competitive thing where whoever's plant grows the fastest gets to eat the other person's dessert for a year (no one wins. They end up sabotaging each other which Diluc started first, thinking it'll be funny as a joke).

• You are, and will be going on dates with him. In fact, the amount of dates you two went on increased since then. The townspeople would call you two "lovebirds" since he's practically by your side 24/7.

• I mean he doesn't have the responsibilities as a Cavalry Captain anymore so what else is there to do?

• Would attend all annual events no matter what season.

• Evelyn constantly gushes how much of a wonderful pair you and Kaeya make and often is the one who provides Kaeya a fresh bouqet of flowers for him to use as a gift. George on the otherhand just rolled his eyes mumbling something along the lines of "youngsters these days" and "crazy hormones."

• Befriends Pam. Love for beer plus somewhat cynical attitude? They get along real swell! She starts sending some recipes into the mailbox of course saying if yall ever need a hand, let her know.

• Spring: I can see Kaeya be switching back and forth between caring for the farm or taking quests posted on Pierre's bulletin board. He likes to keep things interesting, learning the ways of the new world while also getting to know the people around town.

• Would NOT return Mayor Lewis' shorts in which he found in Marnie's room. It's such high quality blackmail material. Kaeya is currently plotting what is the best way to use it to his advantage.

• He didn't tell you of course.

• Summer: There are no blankets because he is your blanket. Since your cabin was small so was the bed. That's why he has to hold you so that no one falls off when rolling over. Either he hugs you with your nose close to his neck, or your back against his chest while spooning you or holding hands if sleeping on your sides became too much. Yall need a serious house upgrade.

• For some reason Kaeya becomes more energetic in the summer. He lets you rest in the shade while handling the farm work for the time being. If you guys got a pet it would be a cat. Hes the first one to refill their bowl every morning outside.

Another day passes as summer comes to an end, the town’s Mayor invited you and your lover to see the annual Dance Of the Moonlight Jellies. Kaeya being the opportunist was delighted to come along. Locking the door of your house, you follow him down the path and made your way to the beach.

Everyone from town was already gathered by the docks when the sun had disappeared down the horizon. You stood by his side in a space far from the others, watching the candle boats set off to ride the waves, lighting up a small ray of light for creatures to find.

“Wow,” your tone almost above a whisper, “If only our friends back home could see this too.”

“Perhaps,” he says. Kaeya slips his fingers into yours and you shot him a curious glance, “But let us enjoy this moment shall we? Just the two of us.”

And there they were. A sea of luminescence radiating colours of brilliant blue with hints of green like a city of laterns floating in a world below. Their image reflects in the star of Kaeya's eyes as he wonders, where would they go? Where would the light lead them? They were so free with nothing to worry, so serene just like the sea and unknowningly, he squeezes your hand. It was a sense for confirmation. One to remind him that this moment was indeed a reality he wishes to keep.

Autumn: Finally a house upgrade and a kitchen!! Because it was harvest season, you guys end up making a set of delicious meals with all the recipes the townspeople gave you. Kaeya can cook since he lived by himself back in Mondstadt. Most of the stuff he learned to make were food that can be accompanied by alcohol though...

• Ahah remember Mayor Lewis' lucky shorts? He found a use for them. It was displayed on the stands during the Stardew Valley Fair (Oh my how did this get here? Must be the wind). Ends up buying a Rarecrow for the farm when Lewis bribes him not to tell this to anyone.

Winter: This was mostly an indoor season for the both of you. With the existence of television, nights would be spent until morning while watching movies at the couch. A blanket drapes around your shoulders as extends to his. Oh and don't forget the hot chocolate!

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goldentsum · 4 years ago

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can we pls get more of the idol reader thirst posts 😫 i need some for the middle blockers

━ thirst post with idol! reader - middleblocker ver

CHARACTERS: hinata shouyou, tsukishima kei, matsukawa issei, haiba lev, tendou satori, and suna rintarou

GENRE: suggestive themes, crack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i just love suna and matsun wtf.. APPRECIATE MY BABIES! DO NOT SLEEP ON THEM TF

━ hinata ♡

He knew you from Bokuto and his loud mouth. Hinata thanked Bo almost every day for letting him know you and your group!

You were the tallest in your group making Shou kinda salty but if anyone makes you feel bad about your height HE WILL FIGHT EVERYONE

A soft stan but damn your legs is a sight to see. Your thighs so plump and supple and your legs toned omg 🥵

[k1ckme_onmyface.yn]: HER LEGS ARE SO LONG! please wrap your legs around me and suffocate me or something. jUST please do something to me, (y/n)! 🥺🥺

━ tsukishima ♡

tOL BOY IS a PERVVV, he runs a blog about you and just rant there about how perfect you are (thirsting) and will fight anyone who says otherwise

but sometimes he questions himself why tf is his bias you because you do some stupid shit

other than that, he finds you absolutely perfect and just wanna wreck your entire being like you wreck him oomf--! Tsukki knows he should feel bad and sad when he saw you cry but why tf did his dick got hard when he saw your teary eyes and red nose???

[grind.onme_y/n]: I just wanna make (y/n) cry and make her scream until her soft and pretty voice is all raspy :)

━ matsukawa ♡

He was supposed to be a lowkey fan but when he heard some girl talk shit about you on the streets, Mattsun was so ready to throw hands. Makki was holding him back from going up to the random girl’s face and rant about how every single thing about you was perfect!

I headcanon that he can draw and he makes really beautiful fan arts of you,, he also has another account for 18+ fan arts and dAMN it was really something

Issei is a daddy dom and you being the baby of the group, being bratty as always, triggers him!

[y/ns_daddydom]: (y/n) being a brat is triggering my dominant side! I just wanna teach her a lesson and tie her up with a vibrator attached inside her 😛😛 but i wouldn’t really change my bratty babygirl~ 😛😛

━ lev ♡

lev is just a tOL baby and he can be quite innocent,, though him being a scorpio suggest something else for me

He probably just stan you and your group but then! he stumbles across a random smut and read the dirty fanfic of you... and now he has some uNHOLY IMAGES ABOUT YOU IN HIS HEAD

Lev now read smuts EVERYDAY and everytime he sees you, you lowkey get into a certain position close to the smut fics he read and he couldn’t help but imagine you moaning and getting your guts rearranged

[wannabend_over.y/nand.hit]: (y/n) is really flexible, huh... ahem... the world isn’t fair because I can’t fold (y/n) into two and blow my load into her 😔😔

━ tendou ♡

THIS BOY NASTY!! DIRTY! Tendou was always a dirty man, to begin with, but when you came along, HE BECAME REALLY NASTY! He probs beat his meat 3 times a day for you, pft

One day he was just scrolling through twitter in his fan account when he came across a video with a black background and it has your moans over it, from when you got your painful massage after your dance practice, and an additional wet squelching sounds as if to suggest you were fingering yourself

satori: oho what do we have here? guess, it’s ‘beat the meat’ time~ <3

[cantyn_beatmymeat_formethistime]: i have found a masterpiece! a TREASURE that I will keep forever!! Now I just want to finger (y/n), feeling her tight wet cunt around my fingers, with her lovely moans echoing in the room~ 😍

━ suna ♡

people just don’t know how dirty his thoughts can get except the miya twins, to whom he sends his thirsting thoughts and your content. Atsumu can’t take another minute of Suna gushing about how soft and small your hands are and how it would look so perfect around his big di--

atsumu: STOP! STOP!! I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!! JUST STOP!

suna: lol nope

He was watching your vlive as you teaching your fans how you make pancakes for breakfast and being the clumsy baby that you are, the whipped cream just flew all over you.

[creampied_y/ndestroys.me]: LOOK AT HER, all covered in whipped cream! This brings me back to my thoughts about how good (y/n) would look covered in cum. Seeing (y/n)’s soft skin covered in my cum and her pussy also brimming with it is enough to send me to hell 😌😌 and i would be satisfied~ 😌

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 3 years ago

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Ash & Skylight Part 3

This is currently planned to be a mid-length story between You/Reader, Charlie Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

Summary: All you’ve ever wanted in life was to know where exactly you could plant your feet in the ground and grow into yourself. Clearly, you never meant to fall for a certain ginger-haired, freckly, dragon-chaser called Charlie Weasley. Even moreso, you certainly never meant to invite in a particular overly-competitive, Quidditch fanatic named Oliver Wood into your life. And yet, perhaps there is something to be found in the skies, after all; perhaps there is a bit of promise in risking it all in the wide, blue world above.

[Multi-Post Story] [Charlie Weasley x Reader] [Oliver Wood x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] [Warning: Unclear Relationship Boundaries.] [Warning: Emotional Distress.] [Warning: If you don’t like sad endings, this one may not be for you.]

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You felt quite embarrassed as you donned Oliver’s personal jersey for the next match. Several times, you made to take it off, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to, because for some stupid reason, Oliver’s disappointed expression kept playing across your mind, and you couldn’t help but give in to the image of Oliver with his sad puppy eyes in your mind.

Oh, fine, you great big prat, you thought to yourself, grimacing as you pulled his jersey over your sweater. Refusing to see your own reflection, you avoided passing by the mirror in your room as you left your room and went downstairs to meet your friends.

“Oho, has our prefect finally decided to wear our House colors?” Charlotte said teasingly. “It only took you five years.”

Corina paused, cocking her head at you as her eyes scanned the back of your jersey. “Wait, don’t tell me this is Wood’s?”

“Let’s go,” you said firmly. Grabbing Alexander’s arm, you marched out.

* * * * * * * * * *

The Captains of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams shook hands. Then, all of the players lifted off. Oliver easily glided his way before the Keeper hoops. Once he’d taken his position, he looked over his shoulder, however, and immediately spotted you in the crowd. Seeing that you were, in fact, wearing his jersey, Oliver shot you a confident grin.

You blinked in surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that before.

The game went fantastically. Oliver put on an amazing performance, so much so that Lee Jordan, the announcer, made a point of it, shouting, “And Wood’s just playing an incredible game today, absolutely bloody brilliant comeback after that disgusting foul from Flint last game,” and all of the Slytherins in the stands rose to their feet and boo-ed at this commentary.

The Gryffindor crowd applauded thunderously when Charlie made a spectacular dive and caught the Snitch a mere foot off the ground, thereby ensuring that Gryffindor won by two hundred and thirty points.

Oliver was beaming when he touched down. He raced over to Charlie and clamped onto him in an exuberant hug. You laughed lightly to yourself. The atmosphere was quite lively, shot through with adrenaline from the match. Charlotte was pulling on your sleeve, telling you excitedly that there was going to be a huge party in the common room to celebrate the win.

You sighed a little. You weren’t averse to parties, but you were an early sleeper, and you were also a light drinker. So, no matter how fun a party might be, you felt tired earlier than everyone else, which always made you feel like a bit of a loser. But, not wanting to ruin the mood, you simply smiled and followed Charlotte, Corina, and Alexander out of the stands.

* * * * * * * * * *

As you exited the stands and started to make your way back up to the castle, you heard a loud wolf-whistle sound out behind you.

“Well, well, if she isn’t wearing Oliver Wood’s jersey!”

You turned around to see Fred and George laughing openly at your jersey.

“And you put up such a front about hating him!” Fred teased you.

Noticing that people were starting to look at you with interest, you flushed. “Stop it, Fred.”

But Fred was in such high spirits over his win that he could not be calmed down so easily. “Sitting in a tree!” he hollered at the top of his lungs.

“Fred, will you shut up!” you yelled, now abandoning your friends to march over to Fred.

But Fred only grinned cheekily at you and yelled out, “K-I-S-S-I- !”

With a growl, you launched yourself through the air and tackled Fred to the ground. You yanked his arms across his chest and then sat on him.

Fred stared up at you with wide eyes. “Blimey, you’re strong as a mountain goat.”

“What?”

“But this position…” Fred freed one of his hands to run it up your thigh teasingly. “It’s rather suggestive, don’t you think?”

You slapped at Fred’s hand. He mock-whimpered and drew it away from you.

Exasperatedly, you groaned, “Why can’t you just be quiet for once in your life, Fred?”

“Well, it’s like you said yesterday,” Fred said cheerily, “I can’t give you a free pass.”

“I only said that because I’m a prefect! Anyways, the point is: if you tease me about Oliver again, I’m not going to let it go!”

Just then, an amused voice rang out, “So, it’s not just Ginny you lose to?”

You and Fred both looked up to see Charlie walking up to the two of you, with Katie and Alicia right behind him.

You quickly hopped off of Fred.

Fred, his ginger hair a complete mess as he picked himself up off the ground, sputtered indignantly, “I don’t lose to Ginny! I let her win!”

Meanwhile, Katie caught sight of your jersey. “Wait! Isn’t that Oliver’s jersey?”

It didn’t help you feel any less embarrassed to catch Alicia staring at you with an open mouth. But the worst part of it all was how Charlie simply strode past you without so much as a shrug.

* * * * * * * * * *

The first thing you did when you got back was to slip upstairs and change out of Oliver’s jersey.

Then, you quietly rejoined the party, doing your best to keep your head down. In fact, all you did was grab a Firewhiskey and then sit down on the sofa before the fireplace. You thoughtlessly chugged the Firewhiskey while letting the warmth of the fire wash over you. You sighed in relief, enjoying the peace and quiet of the moment. The party behind you was in full swing, but you weren’t a part of it, and for now, you preferred it that way.

However, as the clock ticked on, just as you were starting to feel drowsy, you felt a rather sturdy shape sink into the sofa besides you. A second later, a warm hand wrapped around yours and tipped the Firewhiskey bottle, which still contained a bit of liquor towards the bottom, back up.

“Steady there.”

You turned your head to find Oliver sitting beside you.

“Are you all right?” Oliver asked, frowning slightly in concern. “What are you doing here, all by yourself?”

You shrugged. “I like being by myself.”

Oliver gently slid the Firewhiskey bottle out of your hand before placing it on the table besides the sofa. Then, he remarked quietly, “You’re not wearing my jersey anymore.”

“No.” The word sounded much more awkward that you expected, so you quickly added, “I didn’t want to spill anything on it.”

“Oh.” Oliver’s voice was just as uncomfortable, as he immediately recognized your lie. But he only said, “Well, thanks for wearing it to the game.” He paused for a moment, before he added, as though he couldn’t help himself, “I wasn’t sure if you would.”

You hesitated, too, before you replied, as nonchalantly as you could, “No problem.” Because the truth was, you were now very much regretting wearing it. You kept recalling that short, seemingly inconsequential scene where Fred and George had been teasing you, Katie and Alicia were gaping at you with open mouths, and Charlie… Charlie had walked right past you. You hadn’t bargained for all that when you put on Oliver’s jersey. All you had wanted to do was to not disappoint Oliver; wearing his jersey was your way of apologizing for telling him that you would never play on his team when, in fact, you thought he was great – at Quidditch. That was all.

“Hey, are you all right?”

You looked up at Oliver. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure? You seem a bit - ”

“I’m fine, Oliver.”

Oliver paused. “All right, then,” he said carefully, sensing your tone. His eyes dimmed slightly.

Oh no, oh no, you thought hurriedly. Before you knew it, you blurted out, “That was an amazing game. You flew really well.”

Oliver’s eyes lit up again and he immediately started to talk to you about all the different Quidditch tactics the team had used. “And when Robbins was coming at me, I only had a split second to decide which way to go. She tried to feint towards the left hoop, but I caught her eyes looking towards the right. And once I’d made the save, I passed it to Alicia, and she was able to use the new tactic we’d trained for ever since we got back from summer break. It’s where you pass the Quaffle to the Chaser behind you before looping back, see, and so that will trick the other team into focusing on you, but the real play is going to be made by the so-called secondary Chaser…”

You internally sighed in exasperation because you knew that you were never going to follow along with his fast-paced description of different swerves and passing tactics, but you tried your best to nod along because you wanted to keep his spirits up.

The minutes ticked by in a rather painful manner. However, at a certain point, you found yourself nodding off rather than nodding along. Not only was the fire warm and the liquor giving you a pleasant, fuzzy buzz, but whatever you were starting to press up against on your side was quite warm and comfortable too…

* * * * * * * * * *

Not without surprise, Oliver watched you fall asleep against him, until you were all curled up against his side with your head on his shoulder. The flames flickered in the fireplace, and a lovely light show appeared on your cheek, casting a beautiful cadence on your face.

For once, your brows weren’t furrowed together in frustration or worry. Instead, your expression was so very peaceful. Your mouth had fallen open a little, and Oliver fought the urge to laugh.

Never seen her look so relaxed. So, this is what she looks like when she’s not busy yelling at me… or running away from me. A glimpse of your tiny, uncertain shape flittering in and out of the Quidditch field entryway played across Oliver’s mind for a brief second.

After a moment, Oliver reached over and rather clumsily pushed back a strand of your hair that had strayed forward. She probably shouldn’t fall asleep here, Oliver thought to himself. Yeah, she should be in bed. He very carefully shifted away from you, just enough to be able to easily pick you up from the couch in his arms and carry you up to your dormitory.

However, when Oliver started to climb up the steps to your dormitory, the staircase began to change into a slide. Oliver quickly stepped back.

“Yeah, boys aren’t allowed to go into the girls’ dorms. Rubbish rule, innit? As if we weren’t as trustworthy.”

Oliver looked over to see Fred smirking at him. “But there are a couple ways around that,” Fred went on. “Want me to show you?”

“I just want to take her to bed.” Oliver spoke as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake you.

“Okay. Well – oi, Angelina!” Fred suddenly called out.

Angelina, who had passing by to grab another Firewhiskey, came over. “What, Fred?”

“Stand on this staircase for me, will you?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Just want to see how much taller than I am than you.”

Angelina crossed her arms. “Rubbish. If that were true, you can just do it right now. It makes no sense to have me stand on top of something - ”

“C’mon now. Up you get.”

Angelina rolled her eyes, but she did as she was asked.

“Right, and you just stay… there,” Fred said, drawing out the words. Meanwhile, he stealthily shot Oliver a meaningful look.

Oliver stepped up onto the staircase carefully, still holding you in his arms. The staircase remained a staircase.

Fred hastily shoved Oliver (who was still holding you) up higher, whispering, “Go, go, before Angelina changes her mind!”

“Hey,” Angelina said crossly, “what the hell are you having me do here? Why is Oliver going into the girl’s dormitory?”

“Hm? Oh, he’s going to take our little passed-out prefect to bed. He’s just being a gentleman,” Fred replied placatingly, all the while furiously forcing Oliver up the stairs.

“All right, Fred, I’ve got it,” Oliver said.

Fred nodded. Then, he turned around and asked cheekily to Angelina, “What say I take you to bed?”

Lightning-quick, Angelina replied, “Never in a million years.” Then, she stepped off the staircase. Poor Fred shouted, “W-Whoa!” as the staircase turned back into a slide underneath him. A loud rush of laughter sounded out from the party crowd as the staircase-turned-slide unceremoniously dumped Fred him right back down onto the floor of the Gryffindor common room.

* * * * * * * * * *

Oliver gently set you down on your bed and pulled the covers over you. He started to turn away, when suddenly -

“Oliver Benjamin Wood!” You abruptly yelled in your sleep. Your hand shot out and you grabbed Oliver at the top of his head.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Oliver winced as you tugged repeatedly at his hair.

“Can’t even give me a moment’s rest!” you shouted. Then, you suddenly let go of him and turning around, you buried your face against his pillow and fell right to sleep.

Oliver looked down at you, awed. She dreams about me… Not a pleasant dream, evidently. But… still. He carefully perched himself at the edge of the bed, balancing his bulky frame as well as he could before peering over to look at your sleeping face. But you’d buried your face right up against the pillow, and Oliver couldn’t quite see your face. He leaned over just a little more…

Feeling the shift in the bed besides you, you frowned in your sleep and reaching out, you accidentally grabbed Oliver across the shoulders and yanked him down.

“Shit,” Oliver cursed in a frantic whisper. He managed to do a strange leap-tuck over you so that he avoided falling right on top of you. He ended up on your other side, now lying on the bed on his side and lifting himself up on his elbow.

Instead of letting him go, you yanked on his shoulders harder, pulling him down into bed while also slowly making your way up to rest your head on his chest.

Oliver’s heart thumped loudly as he found himself sinking into the bed with you.

A moment later, you scowled and whispered ferociously, “Can’t believe I have to take you to Madam Pomfrey’s again, you numpty. Do you have any idea what time it it?”

Unable to restrain himself, Oliver whispered back to you sarcastically, “Do you?”

However, Oliver’s eyes widened when you actually woke up, blinking awake a little.

“What…? O-Oliver? Is that… Is that you?” you mumbled out, highly confused.

“Erm.” Oliver cleared his throat before he replied, “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Why’re you here?”

“Huh? Oh, because you fell asleep.”

“But why’re you here?”

“Maybe I should clarify. Because you fell asleep on me.”

“Oh,” you said sleepily, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“That’s all right. I took you up to your room because, well, I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Mmm…” you murmured agreeably. “You did the right thing.”

“I did?” Oliver asked, surprised at your soft assent.

“Sure, sure,” you said placatingly. Your eyes slipped shut again and you rested your head once more. Yawning a little, you brought your hands up to try to thump your pillow into a more comfortably shape. Oliver winced a little as you pummeled his chest. For your part, you frowned as you started to realize…

“Oliver?” you called again.

“Hm?”

“Where am I? This isn’t my pillow, is it?”

“Uh, no, that would be my chest you’re groping.”

“Oh. No wonder it’s not as soft as usual.”

“What’s not as soft as usual?”

“My… pillow…”

“Because it’s not…” Oliver sighed a little. “Yeah, I guess not. Sorry.”

“No… I like my pillows… soft. That’s all.”

“Right.”

“But… it’s okay if you’re not...” you mumbled tiredly, pulling up the covers around yourself high enough that they nearly smacked Oliver in the face.

“…Not soft at all,” you sighed out. “Mm, you do run warm.”

Oliver very softly exhaled, trying not to disturb you as he could tell you were about to fall asleep again. “Yeah,” he mumbled, “um, yeah, I guess I do.”

* * * * * * * * * *

It would not be an understatement at all to say that you were entirely shocked to wake up with Oliver Wood, of all people, and in your bed!

You were so flustered that you stumbled out of your own room. Not knowing where to go and not wanting to stay in Gryffindor Tower, where you might get caught by Oliver, you ended up going to the Hufflepuff common room.

When you knocked, Corina opened her door, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Hm? What’re you doing here?”

“I need to borrow some clothes,” you blurted out.

“What? Why? Don’t you have your own?”

“No,” you said bluntly. “I don’t.”

Corina blinked at you owlishly. “So, what, you’re going to go to class wearing Hufflepuff robes?”

The answer turned out to be: Yes. Yes, you were.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Oi.” A finger poked at the back of your head. “What’s a Gryffindor prefect doing wearing a Hufflepuff tie, eh?”

You tried to keep your temper as you focused on taking notes.

A moment later, a balled-up piece of paper hit the back of your head.

You whirled around. “Fred,” you seethed. “Leave me alone.”

Besides him, George told you, “Y’know what, I reckon I can fix that tie for you. Use the Color-Switching Spell good ol’ Flitwick taught us just yesterday.”

“I don’t want you to fix anything,” you said. But as you spoke, you were distracted by a certain brown-haired boy, who seemed to be looking over at you from a few rows back.

“Here. Just keep still a minute.”

“Wha-?” you began.

But it was too late. You had been distracted at the wrong moment, for that was precisely when George pointed his wand at you and said, “Coloris Mutatis!”

The tie did turn scarlet, but it also flew up over your head, slapping you unceremoniously in the face.

You instinctively shrieked and reached up, trying to bat it away. Unfortunately, you had been holding your quill in your hand, and when it went flying the air, students gasped in shock.

Professor McGonagall acted quickly, lifting her wand and Summoning the quill to her instead. When she caught the quill in her hand, the entire class went silent.

“Well, that was dangerous,” Professor McGonagall said thinly. “If the student to whom this quill belongs to would come and see me after class.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Professor McGonagall, I truly apologize. It was an accident.”

“Really? And how did such an accident come about?”

Under McGonagall’s sharp gaze, you tried to explain, “George was trying to fix my tie for me.”

“And why did he deem it appropriate to do that in the middle of class?”

“Well…” You blushed as you admitted, “I was wearing a Hufflepuff tie.”

McGonagall sighed. “I won’t be taking points off today. But I must say, it disappoints me how little you care about representing Gryffindor. You don’t seem to care much for your prefect responsibilities, either. If you must know, the Weasley twins were out past curfew once again. I thought I had asked you to give them a talking-to.”

“I – I did give them a talking-to,” you mumbled out. “I told them it gave Gryffindors a bad name and, um, I said it was… was wrong.”

McGonagall’s steely look subsided. “I see.”

You felt a sense of relief wash over you at her words indicating her understanding.

However, McGonagall studied you a moment further. Then, she asked you, with skepticism already laced into her voice, “Do you even wish to be a prefect?”

You stared at her, not comprehending.

“Yes, that’s what I thought.” McGonagall sighed a little. Then, she announced formally, “I’m going to ask you to step down from being a prefect.”

Your mouth fell open.

“Not because you’ve been quite so negligent as to deserve a demotion,” McGonagall clarified, “but because I think it will be good for you to think more seriously about what you wish to be.”

Panic began to course through your body. Before you knew it, you stood up and started begging, “No, no, please, you can’t take this away from me.”

“Child.” McGonagall indicated for you to sit back down in your chair.

You slowly and unsteadily sat back down.

“I don’t think any less of you,” McGonagall told you kindly. “I simply believe that this position isn’t right for you. I’ve thought it for a while now.”

As McGonagall noted your dismissal down on her parchment, she continued, “I’m sure you’ll benefit from this change, too. What you need is not more responsibilities, but to take some time to honestly think about what you wish to do with your life.”

Unfortunately, you couldn’t hear any of her reassuring words at the moment. All you knew was that you had failed at the one thing you had been entrusted with.

* * * * * * * * * *

A few minutes later, you walked out of McGonagall’s office, feeling numb.

You didn’t notice Oliver waiting for you in the hallway – at least, not until he had come right up to you. “Hi,” he greeted you.

“Hi,” you mumbled back, staring down at his feet. Last night, all of which had felt like a dream in the first place, now felt even further away.

“We’ve got some time left for lunch. But, after that, you’ve – erm, you’ve got Potions next, right?” Oliver asked, even though he knew perfectly well that, as a fellow Gryffindor, of course the two of you had Potions next.

You nodded. You began to turn away from Oliver, to head to class. You were still numb after your demotion, and besides, there was that lingering embarrassment from this morning that made you completely unwilling to face Oliver at this moment.

However, only after a few steps, you realized that Oliver was walking behind you – politely, he was a few steps behind you, but still, he was much closer than you had expected him to be.

You stopped and turned around. He immediately stopped in his tracks, too.

“Wood?” you said, confused. “What are you doing?”

He answered without any hesitation. “I thought I should walk you to Potions.”

Your brow furrowed. “Why?”

“Because. Well… Don’t you think I should?”

You stared at him a moment longer. In the back of your mind, you vaguely realized that you simply didn’t have the capacity to deal with this right now.

“Are you going to yell at me?” Oliver asked you, almost wincing.

“No,” you replied quietly. “Don’t worry. I won’t yell at you anymore.”

Because I’m not your prefect anymore.

With that, you turned away and walked to Potions alone, leaving Oliver standing in the hallway, confused and worried about you.

* * * * * * * * * *

You made your way up to Gryffindor Tower. But instead of heading for your own room, you made our way up to the seventh-year boys’ dormitory. You knocked on Charlie Weasley’s door.

“Come in.”

Even before you stepped in, you could hear the shouts and giggles of several people in the room.

Charlie was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the side of his bed. He was surrounded by a circle of friends.

“Oh.”

“Hi,” Charlie greeted you. “Come join us.”

Some of the seventh-years shot you slightly wary looks, as they didn’t necessarily want a fifth-year intruding on their fun and games.

Your eyes traced over their skeptical faces, including the displeased expression of the girl sitting right next to Charlie – well, not really next to him, for she had casually draped her legs on top of Charlie’s lap. You thought you had once seen Charlie kissing her once at a party, and you’d seen how she had pulled him upstairs to her room later that night.

You stayed by the door for just a moment longer, shaking your head, before you decided quietly, “Never mind. I’ll go.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Charlie didn’t stop you from leaving, nor did he come find you for the rest of the lunch break. However, when you were heading down to Potions, Charlie spotted you a few feet ahead of him. He quickened his pace, until he managed to grab your shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, turning you around.

“Oh. Charlie.”

At once, Charlie realized – “You’re upset.”

“I’m fine. We should go to our classes, Charlie.”

But Charlie yanked you out of the river of students making their way to class. In less than a minute, he had pulled you into a secret passageway.

“How did you -?” you began to ask in amazement.

“Fred and George,” Charlie responded easily. “But that’s not the point. What’s got you all upset?”

“I’m not upset.”

Charlie sighed, and a flicker of annoyance rose up in his face as he said straightforwardly, “You know I hate when you hide your feelings from me. I already know you’re upset.”

You fell silent.

“Hey, c’mon, it’s me.” Charlie reached out and pulled you a little closer to him. Then, he took your face in his hands. “What’s going on?”

You blinked, gazing up at Charlie. But then, you replied quietly, and honestly, “I don’t really want to talk about it anymore.”

“Are you angry at me?” Charlie asked you. With the way he stressed that question, you could tell that this possibility was what was really bothering him – the idea that he might have made you upset.

“No.” You gave him a brave smile. “I’m not upset with you. Really. I just don’t want to talk about it anymore. It all feels silly now.”

“You sure?” Charlie hesitated, before he said, “I’m sorry about before. It’s just that I was with my friends and I didn’t know you were this upset.”

“Charlie, I didn’t expect you to leave your friends,” you told him. “I just wanted to see if you were there. That’s all. I didn’t mean to burden you.”

Charlie’s voice softened. His hands tightened slightly against your cheeks. “You’re not a burden.”

“Are you sure?” you asked him, your voice becoming softer and smaller by the second.

Charlie reassured you, “Yeah. ‘Course you’re not a burden.”

“Then… Then…” You felt your brave front starting to splinter and to fall apart. You wanted to pull away from Charlie to hide your expression, but he wasn’t letting you go. Instead, Charlie lifted his eyebrow at you. “What, baby? Tell me what you need.”

“Could I maybe have a hug?” you blurted out.

Charlie laughed a little, in surprise. He nodded at you. Then, dropping his hands from your face, he lifted his arms for you. You were already basically in his arms, but still, you managed to collide into him hard enough to make him step back a few steps.

Charlie felt you wrap your arms around him tightly, trying to squeeze him in your embrace. Realizing you needed comfort, he hugged you protectively and stroked your hair gently. “Bad day?”

“The worst,” you admitted.

Charlie nodded understandingly.

And just that simple confession – that you had had a terrible day – and having Charlie acknowledge that with you immediately made you feel a little better about it all.

Charlie let you hold onto him for a long time. He found he didn’t mind so much being patient with you today. It wasn’t something he was used to, but tucking you into his chest like this felt right. Maybe you weren’t the sleekest, most put-together, and confident person – the type that Charlie usually found attractive – but, in your own way, you had squirreled into Charlie’s life and somehow become rather precious to him.

Your cute little form all curled up against him, nestling against him so lovingly, showed him that you thought of him as your anchor. Plus, the way you clutched at his shirt and dragon tag necklace so tightly, whether it was when he was making intense love to you or in a moment like right now, when he was just holding you – made Charlie feel very protective over you.

But that’s it, Charlie thought. This care I feel for her now… That’s all there is. There’s nothing else between us.

Even though Charlie knew that, even though he had never promised you a relationship, and you had made it clear that you were aware of that, Charlie wasn’t blind to your feelings. The problem was, he didn’t know what to do about it. If he took care of you, he hurt you. If he didn’t, he hurt you.

Besides that, there was something else that bothered him, though he would rather die than admit it. Seeing you show up with a bag of chocolate hearts at the hospital wing for none other than Oliver, then spotting you wearing Oliver’s jersey at yesterday’s match, only to then overhear at last night’s party Angelina telling Katie and Alicia that Oliver had taken you up to bed…

It wasn’t so much that you were possibly seeing and sleeping with someone else that bothered Charlie. Not at all. But still, it had come out of this blue, this… whatever you had with Oliver. And Charlie worried for you, because you had only been with him up until now, and, well… It wasn’t logical how Charlie was feeling about the idea of you seeing Oliver. Charlie knew that. What was there to be worried about? You were only acting the way he was by seeing other people, and Oliver was a good guy… Yes, there was no cause for worry, no need for Charlie to care for you anymore than he already did…

Charlie sighed. Feeling his strong chest expand and then constrict against your cheek, you looked up at Charlie curiously. It was your turn to ask, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m mostly just worried about you.”

“Oh. Well, I’m loads better now,” you told him, slowly brightening.

You expected Charlie to chuckle at you, but his gaze seemed to sadden. Charlie realized that you had misunderstood him. When he said he was worried about you, he had meant –

“Charlie? Ah!”

Charlie suddenly tightened his embrace, holding you so tightly that your tummy and hips were pressed up against him. A moment later, Charlie leaned down and kissed you deeply, tenderly.

You lips softened to receive his. You melted, as you always did for Charlie. It was so easy to fall for him. You just felt so safe with him. Yes, everything is so easy with him, you hummed in your mind, as his lips grasped warmly at yours.

After only a few seconds, you started to pause, because you were used to intense, but quick kisses from Charlie. Kisses from Charlie usually led to something more rather quickly. However, to your surprise, Charlie’s lips lingered against yours, hovering over your soft, warm mouth for longer than you expected.

“Charlie?” you whispered. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” Charlie reassured you. “I just…” He blew out a soft breath, before he admitted, “It bothers me to see you like this. When you’re upset, it feels wrong. Like I should do something about it.”

“Oh.” Taken aback by how soft his answer was, you mumbled, a bit pathetically, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“No, I don’t want you to apologize,” Charlie said, sounding almost offended.

“Then, what do you want?” you wondered, looking up at him with curious eyes.

But the curious quickly alighted into something more physical and more tense as Charlie slowly ran his hand along your jaw and then pressed his thumb lightly against your bottom lip, making your lips part ever so slightly.

“Do you… know what you want?” Charlie asked you quietly.

In that moment, what did he hope you would say? Even Charlie himself didn’t quite know.

Your heart jolted. Not only did Charlie’s words point towards a conversation that you had never explicitly had with Charlie (mostly because, up until now, you could tell that he didn’t want to go anywhere near this discussion), but it also brought back painful memories of being dismissed from your prefect status.

No, I don’t know. I don’t know what I want.

Keeping a carefully blank face and guarded eyes, you said, subtly and playfully, “Well, what if I want you, Charlie? What would you say that, hm?”

“I wouldn’t say anything,” Charlie replied. “I would do this.”

You let out a soft shriek of surprise as Charlie suddenly hoisted you up over his shoulder. Using the secret passageway, he carried you all the way back to Gryffindor Tower and up to his room, and he dumped you onto his bed. You tumbled backwards, and Charlie stayed right with you. He didn’t even give you a second to catch your breath, when his mouth was on yours, and his warm, strong hands on your hips. He was pushing you down, down against his bed, and you melted for him again, letting him tug you and pin you down into the position he wanted. Your heart and body fluttered in soft, sweet anticipation, for you knew without a doubt that in a matter of seconds, all would be lost in a flurry of bed sheets, soft ginger locks, a silver dragon tag shifting between your chests, and a tight, warm burn just between your thighs.

* * * * * * * * * *

If kissing Charlie made you feel beautiful, making love with him made you feel whole.

You knew you shouldn’t rely on another person, especially a boy who seemed perfectly happy seeing people other than you and had his heart set on chasing dragons all by his lonesome in a matter of months, but you couldn’t help it, especially when you couldn’t seem to get a sense of direction or satisfaction from other parts of your life. Merlin knows how you tried to desperately single out a subject or career for yourself, and how often you had tried to become closer with your friends – but there was no intimacy and therefore no deep satisfaction in either of those things. And you weren’t a risk-taker – certainly you didn’t want to be playing Quidditch or chasing dragons. Without risk, however, the prospect of the future held no alluring mysticism for you.

So, what could possibly compare? What could possibly compare to this?

To Charlie’s sure, guiding hands, gently molding your willing little shape so he could take you as he pleased, only to realize that at a certain moment, he, too, had lost control, and was just pulling you to him as fervently as he could, desperate to be pressed tight to you, desperate to be inside of you as deep as he could go, and desperate to have you solidly within the cage of his own body, to be sure that you were his for the moment – you caught yourself – just for the moment…

To his increasingly hard thrusts, feeling his cock split you wide open, pushing open your tight, tight walls, while his thighs pressed into yours frequently enough and insistently enough that your own creamy thighs blushed red in minutes, and feeling his strong abs and stomach push against your own soft, shivering little tummy…

To those breathless, hard kisses, where your mouths came together as though you could only find oxygen within each other, but had to separate quickly in case it all became too much, too clear, too real, because Merlin forbid that this heated love-making become anything more than what you imagined in your wildest dreams…

To his soft ginger hair, which you were insistently tugging at as he took you, making Charlie aware of his own quickening rhythm that he was setting inside of you, and the way the color of his hair matched the bright spray of freckles across his otherwise rather rugged and chiseled face, adding a bit of brightness and sunshine other absent in this boy, who was, in fact, very much a young man who had already discovered himself and now, at such a young age, already owned his life with such passion that a smoldering fire burned in his casual, yet calm demeanor…

To him, this young man who had proved himself to be an equal among the likes of dragons, let alone humans, who had all the understated boldness and charisma one might expect from a dragon-chaser, along with a casual generosity and wit to match that made him so undeniably charming…

Charlie yanked you to him and turned you around before he tucked you underneath him again. You blinked as your face met his pillow, and your breasts and tummy pressed against his sheets for a moment. You’d barely raised your head a little and peeked over his pillow to spot the bottom of the mahogany headboard of the bed, then Charlie was inside of you again.

A muffled moan escaped you. No matter how long and hard he fucked you, every time Charlie re-positioned you and entered you again, you felt that warm, searing heat between your thighs as if it were the very first time. The very first… He was my… very first…

And my only…

You didn’t realize it, but your moans became softer, more open, more wanting…

Your hands snuck up the bed and gripped the edges of his pillow. Charlie, glancing down, saw your little fists gathering, pulling at his pillowcase. You moaned and shifted, and Charlie could now see the nape of your neck, peeking out from the part in your hair. He leaned down and nuzzled your little neck with his nose. Her moans are so sweet to hear… But they’re muffled, he noticed. I want to hear her moans aloud – each and every one of them. Because they’re mine – he caught himself – well, she’s moaning because of me.

Charlie reached down. Grasping your little chin in his hand, he pushed your head up. You gasped softly, because he pushed inside of you at the same time. Then, as he continued to fuck you like that, the burn increased. You pressed your lips together and let out a stilted little whimper.

“No, keep your mouth open, love,” Charlie whispered huskily. “Here.” A moment later, you felt two of his fingers impatiently push in-between your lips. “Take my fingers. It’s what you want, isn’t it? To be full of me. My fingers in your mouth, my cock in your tight little cunt – It’s all you want, right?”

You nodded, and Charlie could feel your soft lips slipping around his fingers. Only a second later, you were already sucking softly on his fingers.

“Good girl,” he said briefly, almost gruffly. He had been about to scold you for not actually opening your mouth, but he felt it was agreeable to settle on you just as you were now – sucking so prettily on his hands like that, so that he could feel your soft tongue lavishing his fingertips with attention, while your lips remained wrapped around warmly around his knuckles.

“Mm, mm…!” you moaned out sweetly, with your little mouth crammed with his fingers and his cock sheathed entirely inside of your cute little cunt.

Besides, Charlie had other things to focus on – fucking your tight pussy to release, for example. And Charlie was good at it. He’d always been good at the chase, and chasing a finish never felt sweeter and more intense than it did when he was with you, inside you, because God, you were so good for him, so good, such a perfect little pussy, and so good at taking a pounding.

“Mm - Ah! Mm, ah, ah!” Your hard pants and huffs, punctuated by low, needy moans, made Charlie’s cock throb heavily with his need for you, too. Yes, he needed you, too. He needed you to remind him to care, to become a more generous and responsible version of himself.

You moaned again, and Charlie knew that he had to take you even deeper. Sitting up a little, he pulled you onto your side. Then, grasping your hips and ass with both of his hands, he pushed your ass down just a little, pushing up your little pussy so that he could ram his cock down deep inside of your cunt, deeper than when he was taking you from behind and your plush little ass stopped him from pushing inside of you balls-deep. But now –

“Ah!” A jolt of white fire spurted up in your lower tummy, and you let out a gasp of genuine shock. You shut your eyes tightly, feeling his cock ram right into your center, the tip of his cock meeting your cervix for a moment. “C-Charlie…”

“Babe…” Charlie let out a ragged whisper, half to try to soothe you and half because he couldn’t help but say your name back – you, who were the sweetest little thing to come stumbling into his life, until you’d stumbled right into his bed, and now, your tight pussy was clamping down on his cock, sending ripples of intense, almost darkly intense, pleasure through Charlie’s body.

He could just ruin you, he knew, devour you, like he did that blonde girl who had been all but sitting in his lap today. Charlie had wrecked the living daylights out of that girl, just as she’d begged him to. He had sent her back to her dormitory with mascara running down her cheeks, and his handprints all over her ass.

However, now, with you, it was different. Because... it was you.

After your initial gasp of surprise, you lay on Charlie’s bed, shivering intensely underneath him. But as Charlie waited for you and gave you a little time to adjust to his thickness spreading you right out on his cock, and his length, kissing your very core, you managed to push yourself up a little to look back at Charlie. Charlie observed you, with your beautiful figure curving in such a sensual manner, indenting your waist further as you sat up, but keeping your legs properly folded onto one side, so that Charlie could continue holding you down by your hips and fucking your cunt balls-deep over and over again. You were up on your small hands, with your hands pressing into his pillow, and you were looking over your shoulder at him.

Those sweet, halting, yet curious eyes, so full of some affection that Charlie cherished, but did not know whether he deserved, still stopped him in his tracks and made him soften for you. (When Charlie grew older, he would recognize entirely that he did not deserve it at all and should have cherished it even more. But in that moment, he was young and confident enough to believe that if you so willingly gave it to him, then he must deserve it somehow, for he trusted your judgment – at least, that was his excuse. In truth, he just wanted you.)

With you turning back and looking at him, Charlie found himself moved by how your eyes were glistening so beautifully for him – so feverish and alive; yet, with a lingering sense of sorrow in them. Charlie, having never fallen in love, did not realize how helpless love made all your expressions and glances, even when it empowered your soul. And so, you were looking back at him with such doleful eyes, almost as though you felt betrayed by how roughly Charlie was handling you and using your cunt to please himself. And those soft, pleading little moans you were giving him as he made love to you also sounded almost sad, almost as though wondering how he could make love to you so intensely when he didn’t care one bit for you as a person.

No, Charlie found himself thinking, it’s because I care for you. It’s because…

Charlie stopped himself; he had to. Because it was you.

So, having barely started to create that feeling of unbearable burn and tension inside of your sweet cunt, Charlie pulled out and, fisting his own cock roughly for a moment, he finished, with ropes of thick, white cum releasing from the tip of his stiff cock. You watched in surprise as his cum pooled onto your hip and then slowly began to drip down your body, towards your ass and also towards your waist.

Charlie, not tired at all yet, went to fetch a towel. He handed it to you, then he laid back on the bed next to you. When you had finished cleaning yourself up, Charlie grasped you by the waist and he tugged you into his arms. You obliged willingly, but you wanted to see his face. You shifted in his arms, until you were facing him, resting your head on his shoulder. Because something felt off today. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but being with him had felt different today.

Charlie slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Then, with his other hand, he reached down and rested it on your tummy.

You paused. He’s being so affectionate. More than usual, I mean.

You gazed up at him wonderingly.

But Charlie only said, “Are you feeling better?”

You nodded. You reached down and took his hand on your tummy and held his hand with both of your hands. “Yes,” you replied. “Very much.”

Charlie nodded. “Good.” Then, he closed his eyes, as if that was all there was to it.

However, you studied him a bit longer, tracing the freckles across his cheeks and nose bridge, even a few on his forehead, with your eyes.

Slowly, the atmosphere settled into something far more comfortable. This, you thought to yourself, this is what I want. Always.

But you had hardly thought that when Charlie opened his eyes and murmured aloud, “We have class.”

“Mm,” you said observantly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with this obvious fact.

“I have to go, babe, and so do you,” Charlie said, slowly pulling his hand out of yours. “I can’t fail now, when I’m so close to graduating, and you’re a prefect – McGonagall will be upset if you miss too many classes.”

At this seemingly simple comment, your heart sank right back down. Your eyes fell to the sheets for a moment, while Charlie got up and got dressed. You stared at his wide, broad back for a moment, watching it disappear under his white button-up. The words rose to your lips – you nearly told Charlie about being demoted from the prefect position and how worried you were about your future… but you stopped yourself at the last moment.

No, you thought, I won’t tell him. It doesn’t concern him.

Keeping your thoughts to yourself, you quietly pulled on your clothes. Charlie waited for you at the doorway. After you walked out of the room, Charlie closed the door to his dormitory and followed you down the stairs and out of the common room. And that was that.

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Cater Diamond - Full of Lies

You can unlock this story by getting Cater’s SSR Scary dress

Big thanks to Rym and Apollo for proofreading!

Translation under the cut

Chapter 1

Main street

/Notification

Cater: Oh? A message on MagiCam? Who would've thought it was that girl! How nostalgic~ The picture those ghosts took at Ramshackle dorm made our college's Halloween event trend -> Jumping onto the bandwagon and posting a lot -> Huge success for Cay's follower-catching strat! So far it's been going well but… Mixed within the comments and DMs of my new followers are a lot of old aquaintances. Even some classmates from middle and elementary school are here.

Cater: "Hey! It's been a while! Oh, would you like to come to our college? Cay welcomes every single one of you! You can always come over to hang at NRC's Halloween event!"

Cater: And now some emoji full of feelings! (^○^)♪ (ゝω・)☆　d(’ｖ｀*)b

Cater: Everyone is really so casual and easygoing~ Well, it's easier on me, so I'm not complaining.

???: HEY!

Cater: Where did that loud and rowdy voice come from? I've got a bad feeling about this…

Front Gate

Sebek: Humans, don't crowd around the young master! Get out! Leave!

Boy A: Hey, what are you doing, sweptback bro! Don't interfere with our Draconia Challenge.

Boy B: We're putting our lives on the line to show our bravery by uploading a picture of us touching The Malleus!

Boy A: Huh, since when did Malleus disappear?! It's that sweptback bro's fault.

Boy B: Don't be so angry. After all the effort of having a sweptback, let's show the world a huge smile on that face!

Sebek: For humans of your social standing to use the name of the Lord of the esteemed Valley of Thorns in vain…Besides, my hair is swept back like this so I have an unobstructed view to find those like you who behave rudely towards my young master! You shall receive punishment for insulting the Draconia… no, for insulting the young master. My thunder shall shock you all to bits! HAAAAA...

Cater: Okay, stop! I'm part of the Halloween Committee. It's forbidden to fight. Why don't you try talking to this lad if something's up?

Sebek: Don't interrupt me, you frolicking human! I will shock you to bits as well!

Cater: Won't you create a scandal for the Draconia family if you were to harm an ordinary human with magic?

Sebek: W-Well… You're right. Besides, didn't you just say you were part of the Halloween committee? Both the young master and master Lilia are both performing the same duties… They ordered me to listen to the orders of the other committee members. Ok, I shall talk this out.

Cater: Even though you are crossing your arms and puffing your chest out, you are being apologetic right? Anyway, these are our college's precious guests. They have no intention to harm Malleus.

Sebek: These magic-less weaklings were making a spectacle bothering Young Master with a toy. I cannot forgive that!

Cater: Malleus is like super famous, and he's an admirable being, right? So just for this festival, it should be fine to interact with our guests as a little fanservice right?

Sebek: Stop messing around. The young master is a dreadful being who makes everyone kneel and bow down to him. AND THAT'S WHY I WILL NEVER LEAVE HIS SIDE AND PROTECT HIM ALL MY LIFE!

Cater: You're just obsessed!

Boy A: Hey, interfering our Draconia Challenge aside, what are you two squabbling about?

Sebek: Hm? You humans are still here? I told you to leave.

Boy B: Huh? You've got some nerve, talking rudely to us like that!

Cater: Come on guys. Why don't we take some pictures together since it's finally Halloween! We, Heartslabyul are those who rise from the soil in the darkness, the underlings of the night~

Boy A: Wow! Now that you mention it, you do look real good for the camera!

Cater: Cheer up everyone and gather! Let's decide on a pose~~~ Happy Halloween~

¨*shutter noise*

Cater: (Ugh… This is exhausting)

Chapter 2

Classroom

Kalim/Cater/Lilia: *Sigh*… I'm tired….

Cater: This year's Halloween was exhausting. Mainly due to our guests being rowdy..

Kalim: It was fun entertaining the guests, but I was really troubled because Jamil got in a foul mood.

Lilia: Even we, three most gentle boys, have been worn down. The other students must be at the limits of their patience.

Everyone: *Sigh*…

Cater: Now that you say it, by chance all the members of the light music club are also part of the Halloween Committee. Let's have our usual relaxing tea time while also discussing some countermeasures.

Kalim/Lilia: Agreed~

Cater: I got this! Trey's home-made pumpkin pie! It's moderately sweet, so it's my favorite!

Kalim: I have kunafa. It's a cheesecake from the Scalding Sands. It's delicious when it's hot!

Lilia: Oho, these are all sweets befitting of Halloween. As the last one, I have prepared this. Licorice!

Cater: You're always bringing the same thing! You know me and Kalim don't like that.

Kalim: The smell makes my nose shrivel up~

Cater: But you know, since it's black, it does feel like Halloween. Oh, right, let's take a picture together. It's super charming to be in costume and have themed food.

*shutter noise*

Cater: #TheBestHalloween #SelfmadeCostume #HomemadeTreat #LightMusicClub #NRCHalloween

Kalim: The best? Didn't you say you were exhausted earlier, Cater?

Cater: I never said it wasn't exciting and for things like SNS, isn't it better to exaggerate a bit?

Lilia: As expected of you. We live in a period where everyone is connected all around the world. It is most wonderful to spread happiness instead of complaints.

Cater: Oh. The picture I just uploaded got an amazing response!

*notification*

Cater: Another message from that girl. Was she the kind to keep track of people's activities?

*ringing noise*

Cater: This time it's a call. (How persistent…)

Kalim: Cater, is it from one of your friends? You can pick up if you want.

Cater: Hm~… More like an acquaintance from the past? But it's alright? We're at a very important meeting, after all.

Lilia: We are only eating sweets, taking pictures and uploading them to MagiCam though…

Cater: It's the age of social media where everyone can keep in contact at their own pace, you don't have to go through the pains of having to response in real time to a phone call.

Kalim: Do you have that many people who want to get in touch with you? You're so well connected Cater~

Cater: Well, if you look the amount of aquaintances I have, that might be true? My dad's a banker. The bank he works at has branches all over the world. Therefore, whenever he transferred to a different branch, our entire family would move with him. We moved once every two years, so I kind of feel like a pro at quickly packing things?

Lilia: Commonly said, you are a family who moved a lot for the sake of the breadwinner.

Kalim: So the reason why you have so many friends is because you have travelled around the world since young.

Cater: Yeah, the girl just now said we are friends as well. Having to change schools frequently, I got to meet more people compared to someone staying at one place. From the best to the worst… a lot of people. However, they all had something in common.

Kalim/Lilia: …?

Cater: If I left there, they remained there. That's why I'd rather have a casual and happy time with everyone than to deepen a friendship. It’s like a circus troupe, you know, having fun hanging with people all over the world and then leaving. That's why MagiCam is the best! People from my school from three years ago contacted me out of the blue. My social circle is expanding as well. Cay is getting popular!

Kalim: Even if they're far away, you don't have to hold back you know? I got it! I'll lend you my magic carpet, so you can visit your friends whenever you want.

Cater:… I expected no less of you, Kalim. I'll take you up on that offer next time.

Lilia: I feel like I understand you.

Cater: Hm?

Lilia: The relations between humans are eternal. They are things that cannot be severed. In a new place with no trace of your existence, new relations will continue to be forged. That in itself is nature. However, I think the more precious a relation is, the more lonely it becomes. Why does it feel that way? I have lived a long life but the reason is still unknown to me. But just as Cater said, there may be a perfectly logical explanation for not getting too attached to one person in particular.

Cater: Lilia, what got into you suddenly? What I wanted to say was-

*ringing noise*

Lilia: Hello, this is Lilia speaking? What business do you have?

Cater: He just casually picked up the phone during our conversation.

Lilia: Oh, Sebek. What is it? You are so loud. Right now, I am in a meeting with Cater and Kalim. WHAT?! MALLEUS?!

Kalim/Cater: ?!

Chapter 3

Hall of Mirrors

Silver: Stop pushing. It's forbidden to enter the Hall of Mirrors.

Man A: Huh, really! I came all the way to the Isle of Sages to see Malleus Draconia.

Man B: We are doing the Draconia challenge now! Why can't we enter~

Girl C: He’s inside right! An actual Draconia, the Actual Malleus!

Everyone: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

*Lightning and thunder*

Silver: It's a rare event that Master Malleus is participating in. He also agreed to interact with the guests... For it to come to this... Everyone, it’s better if you leave. You have angered master Malleus.

Man A: I paid a lot of travel expenses, did you know that? This is the price of fame.

Everyone: MALLEUS! MALLEUS! MALLEUS!

Exterior Hallway

Cater: Did the visitors who wanted that MagiCam glory end up angering even Malleus himself?

Sebek: Yes. At first he was gentle and calmed me down when I got angry… but a fool grabbed Malleus by the horns and made fun of him by saying "Look! It's a bicycle from the olden days!"

Lilia/Cater: Gh!

Cater: I don't know if they're brave or just reckless. Were the dark clouds and thunder rampaging in the sky above the Hall of Mirrors due to Malleus' anger? You don't think he overblotted, right…?!

Lilia: Do not worry. Using that amount of magic power shall not make him overblot. He is simply irritated. Back when he was young, mountains would be destroyed by his lightning whenever he threw a tantrum.

Cater: Hahaha… that's on a totally different level. I guess it was a good idea to have Kalim fetch the professors.

Sebek: Upperclassman Vil noticed something was up and isolated the young master. He also casted a defensive spell so the tourists wouldn't be harmed. And it seemed that Upperclassman Jade is persuading the angry young master with some unique methods... Even so, those humans who can't seem to understand the gravity of the situation keep stirring up the young master, they're uncontrollable.

Lilia: This means we must use our last resort. We must put in effort to suppress the onlookers and avoid the worst situation.

Cater: Wait a second, Lilia. I thought of something. It's not like people there dislike Malleus or anything. Despite that, it doesn't mean that they like Malleus as well... They're just interested in trends. Just like my old acquaintances.

Lilia: ?

Cater: First, I'll take a picture of Lilia, who's wearing the same clothes as Malleus!

*shutter noise*

Cater: Next we use something catered to influencers. We'll elongate Lilia's picture with a photo editing app!

*swiping on phone*

Cater: Now we just add some text to finish it up. And then upload a cropped version to MagiCam!!

*Phone SFX*

Cater: #AWildMalleusAppeared #DraconiaChallenge #UnexpectedlyAtSportsGround #NRCHalloween

*Phone SFX*

Hall of Mirrors

Man A: H-Hey. Look at the Draconia challenge tag.

Man B: It seems he's at the Sports Ground now. As expected of Malleus. He's much faster than we are!

Girl C: Okay. Everyone, let's move!

Everyone: YEAH!

Silver: What happened? Master Malleus should still be in the Hall of Mirrors.

Cater: Fu. With this, I hope the storm has passed…?

Vil: Good grief. Accidents are an unavoidable part of stage plays. Letting yourself get influenced by the guests is so amateurish. My work here is done. I will return to the dorm to straighten up my appearance.

Jade: My, that was a close call. Malleus is extremely powerful. I persuaded him to the best of my abilites, trying to get him to understand. But there was no one to turn to if it had failed. Well then, I will also return to my station. I wish everyone a wonderful Halloween.

Malleus: I caused many disturbances between different racial groups during a mere school event. I should restrain myself more…

Sebek: The young master has done nothing wrong! It was the fault of those inferior humans!

Silver: The young master told us to avoid hostility between fae and humans. Why are you getting more hostile?

Sebek: WHAT DID YOU SAY SILVER!

Lilia: Malleus. Did you forget our promise from long ago? Call for us when the tranquility in your mind is disturbed. Even if we are not related by blood, we are still a family. Got it?

Malleus: Lilia… My apologies. To everyone.

Everyone: …

Cater: ….Family…huh.

Flashback

Lilia: But just as Cater said, there may be a perfectly logical explanation for not getting too attached to one person in particular.

Flashback ends

Cater: (That was full of lies. For a guy who grew up and lived in the same place, he never had to deal with rebuilding relations over and over…He would never understand my worthless and meaningless feelings.)

*ringing*

Cater: Hello, Trey. What's up? Huh? Are we doing our rehearsal for our night show at the stamp rally now? And Deuce, who is also part of the Halloween Committee, was at his wit's end due to the lack of manpower. So Ace is helping him out? Darn, Ace is definitely going to extort me for a favor later!

Cater: Argh! And is Riddle on the verge of a rampage? I'll be back soon, Trey. Please calm him down! I am currently at the site of the biggest crisis yet of this Halloween Week! No, for real! I'm not lying. That's why you don't have to be so cold to me, 'kay? URGH, TREY, YOU'RE SO CRUEL!

Cater: Now that Diasomnia's turmoil has settled, let's change the mood and continue on with work. In any case, we’ll still separate after the fourth year… It would be different if I repeated a year though. Anyway, I should just enjoy the moment to my heart's content! I'll surprise everyone with this charming skeleton costume! I'll show them what I'm capable of!

Cater: Happy Halloween!

#twisted wonderland #cater diamond #Lilia Vanrouge #kalim al asim #sebek zigvolt #vil schoenheit #jade leech #silver #malleus draconia

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