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American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 17: Old Wounds and New Beginnings

It’s getting late. I should be heading back now. The park is no place for a lady at night, no matter what manner of weaponry I’m carrying. It’s funny- I haven’t seen many Peaky Blinders posted around. Was there another meeting?

Back at the Shelby home I see no one is home. Obviously they went somewhere and no one has broken in. I suppose I’ll just make a quick supper and turn in-

“Someone get the door!” Polly shouts from up front.

What in Heaven? I rush over and open the door to see Polly’s wide eyes. “Hello Polly, where- Oh my God!”

Outside stands Polly, a mystery woman, and Ada, who looks like a tick about to pop. Her red face and heavy breathing cause my womanly instincts to kick in. She’s in labor.

“Make way, make way! We need to get her to the bed,” the Polly makes way for the other woman to help Ada inside her bedroom.

“I’ll get towels!” I call and sprint to the storage cupboard.

When I reach Ada’s room she’s crying out in pain. Water soaks the floor and in the dim light I see streaks of blood. It looks just like what the other women in Brooklyn go through back at home.

“Here, love!” Polly grabs the towels from my hands and tries to sooth Ada. “Keep going, that’s right. Push.”

“I think it might be the other way around,” the stranger observes, examining between Ada’s legs

Who is this woman? “Are you the midwife?” I ask with stern suspicion.

“Verena, we can trust her,” Polly instructs. “Please go get more hot water.”

I ask no further questions. Polly’s judgment is what brought me here, it’s safe to trust when it comes to Ada’s health. That’s my priority now. I rush to the kitchen and pour heated water into hot water bottles. Hopefully it will ease the pain. Back in the bedroom Ada continues to let out harbored breaths.

“One more push!” the woman instructs.

“Aaahhh!” Ada cries.

I kneel next to the bed and grab her hand- almost getting my own crushed by her forceful grip. As she pushes once more her crying gets drowned out by the whimpering of a newborn babe. I keep a distance to provide privacy and don’t see the child’s face until the woman holds it up.

“It’s a boy!” She announces with a joyful smile.

“A boy…” Ada breathes with relief, no longer in pain.

The cord is cut and the child is brought to its tired but happy mother. The process unwinding before me is a whole new kind of love, the love of a parent.

“He’s adorable! And healthy-looking too.”

“He’s sturdy, just like his father,” Ada sighs as the newborn begins nursing.

I hand her a towel to wrap around him. “And just as spirited as his mother. God bless you both!”

Fate must be aligned because another noise from the hallway catches my attention and we see Freddie walk in. When he sees the child his face melts into a big smile and he sits down gently next to his wife to marvel at the strong lad. Both Polly and I take that as our cue to leave the room, joining the new woman in the kitchen.

“Sorry, in the haste of the moment I didn’t get to meet you properly.” I extend a hand and we shake. “I’m Verena. What’s your name?”

The petite dark-haired woman offers a kind smile. “Esme. I’m also sorry about the rushed introduction. It must be strange to have me here now.”

A frown makes its way onto my face. “Here? What do you-?”

Bang bang!

“Open up! Police!”

Suddenly the front door is busted open and coppers swarm the house, headed straight for Ada’s room.

“You can’t come in here, there’s a baby just been born-!” Esme tries to tug them away, protecting the mother and child.

The cops drag Freddie out by his shirt and all but shove him out the door.

“Don’t hurt him! Please, leave him alone!” Ada cries from her room.

“Leave him be, you bastards!” I give a stiff punch to an officer’s face. This gets their attention and they all try to decide if they should lay a hand on me too. “How do you have the nerve to do this? To part a father from his newborn son?” I point a scolding finger at each of them. “Shame on all of you!”

My words practically dissolve and they give no mind to them, dragging poor Freddie down the dark streets. Meanwhile Polly and Esme are trying to soothe Ada.

“They took him! They took him!” She sobs, causing her son to join her.

“Steady, Ada,” I squeeze her hand. “I’ll go tell Thomas. And when I do I’m going to kill him!”

I storm out and head straight for the first place Thomas might be at this time of night: the Garrison. Sure enough the leader of the Peaky Blinders is heading out the door with a fresh cigarette.

“Thomas Shelby!” I grunt and grab hold of his coat. “You need to get your arse home right now! Them coppers took Freddie ‘nd Ada’s have’n a meltdown!”

“Whoa whoa, slow down. Now, tell me without the Brooklyn accent.”

“Somehow the coppers knew where to find Freddie. They arrested him mere minutes after the birth of his son.”

Thomas’ face shifts to a serious one and he quickens his pace back to the house, where Polly approaches to discuss the matter with Thomas. This is a family matter so I shouldn’t interfere despite the urge to input. Now I understand why Ada’s been distant from the Blinder business. Why would you bring a child into this? After what happened with Finn it’s no secret that this is no place for a youth.

“She’s steady now,” Thomas walks back to me.

“Good. How was the family occasion?”

Thomas recollects tonight’s events by lighting another cigarette. Somewhere in his muttering I hear ‘lovely wedding.’

My spirits lift. “A wedding? Who’s the lucky couple?”

“John, and his new wife Esme.”

So that’s why she’s here! “I thought John was going to marry Lizzie?”

He shakes his head. “Backed out. So to make an alliance with the Lees I offered John. John needed a wife, the Lee family had a woman who needed a husband.”

My face falls as quick as it lifts. “Oh no, Thomas Shelby you did not! How could you? How could you just spring that on someone, your own brother?”

Is it all a power struggle for him? I was right. His tendency to ignore love is what’s distancing him from what’s really important.

“He’s not complaining,” Thomas sounds optimistic. “He loves her already. Now we have to worry about getting Freddie back.”

John’s new bride almost makes me forget about Freddie. “So you didn’t tip off Campbell?”

Thomas’ face clouds over. “No.”

“Then who did?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

The Peaky Blinder looks down at me, almost seeming to size me up for anything suspicious. Do you think that I know something you don't know? If I don't always promise you the answers, do you see me differently?

The next morning brings little efficiency about Ada’s current standing with Thomas.

“She’s gone?”

Polly nods and finishes chewing her apple. “Left without a word. She’s furious with all of us. Thinks one of us sold out Freddie. She’s locked herself in her apartment and won’t let me in. I just took her some fresh bread, but there’s a slim chance she’ll accept it.”

Poor Ada. Only been a mother since last night and she’s already facing trouble. Speaking of trouble-

“Polly, I need to tell you something. Yesterday I went to the Garrison for a drink. Grace mentioned that she has a fear of breaking Thomas’ heart. Maybe it’s just me, but that does not seem like something a normal person would say. Is it wrong of me to be so apprehensive?”

The more I say the more her expression darkens. “It is never wrong to doubt someone, Verena. Faith in the Lord is one thing. Faith in humanity, that’s something else. Have you told Thomas?”

“No. I don’t want to ruin his chance at a good life.”

“Good or not, I’m going to keep a close eye on this Grace character.” Her face turns to me and she tries to show a smile. “You alright, love? Need something to eat?”

“Actually I am feeling a tad peckish, yes. It’ll do me some good to do some baking later once I have breakfast. Do you have any tasks for me today, Polly? Anything I can do to help?”

The tired woman shakes her head and puffs on a cigarette. “I wish I could say no but we’ve got some catching up to do with the records. I’ll need some help in the office-”

Creak.

The door opens and reveals Thomas. If he has any opinion about the current predicament he’s doing a good job of hiding it.

“Did you talk to her?”

Polly’s eyes burn into him with silent fury. “She didn’t talk back.”

Thomas looks between her and me and tries to calm the storm. “I’ll only say this one more time. It wasn’t me.”

Thud. Thud. Thud. Polly’s heels echo as she storms across the room and goes to poke a finger at Thomas.

“Tommy, I’d ask you to swear on the Bible. But you can’t swear on that, can you? Nothing you hold sacred.”

She huffs in frustration and stomps off to her room. Thomas looks to me for sympathy but I’m torn on giving any to him. It’s not the first time he would have lied for what he considers good intentions. Still… He really does want Ada to be happy. When he sees my hesitation Thomas just grunts and pulls out another cigarette before walking away to the door again.

“Going to repent on your thoughts?”

“Going to run through some things with Grace,” he mutters. “I’ll be back later.”

Back to Grace. Wonderful. I’m back to being alone-

“Verena!”

Or not. Solitude will have to wait.

“Morning, Finn! Here for another lesson, I imagine?”

The young Shelby grabs a roll and nods eagerly. “A quick one. Then I’m playing ball in the park.”

His ambition is just the refreshing drive I need. “Of course. We can walk around the block.”

With my pistol safely in my skirt pocket, we exit the back door and begin strolling into the damp streets. It’s cloudy today, almost copying the dreary mood everyone’s been in.

“How about… Insanity?”

His face scrunches. “Insanity? Why do we need to talk about that?”

“Because you cannot bury the obvious. Back home our asylums lock people away for their safety but do little to help the patients’ mental needs. Perhaps that it’s our world that is insane, and the ones we call mad are actually of sound mind.”

Finn snickers. “Tommy can go pretty mad sometimes.”

“Possibly. It may be possible to have fleeting episodes of insanity. Certain elements in the human brain that twerk now and then. Have you been reading any of the authors I assigned?” He nods. “Good. In Narcotics Anonymous, a guide book for addicts, Albert Einstein states that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

Our conversation is drawing the attention of a few pedestrians. Their judgeful stares seep through me but Finn reacts differently.

“Verena, I don’t think this topic is widely popular.”

“Popular or not, it’s still important. Take a moment to enjoy your peace of mind, Finn. In whatever world we live in, God has graced us with the ability to comprehend our surroundings.” We reach the front of the house and I hold the door open for him. “A little food for thought.”

“Thanks, Verena.” Finn’s still stewing over my words but doesn’t reject them. “Maybe someday- Huh?”

We both halt at the end of the hall and peer inside the kitchen. At the table sits an unfamiliar man, who’s being watched by Polly and John like a vulture stalking its prey. Arthur lounges in a nearby chair with a much-less stern demeanor.

“Finish your sandwich and sling your hook,” Polly orders.

“Now who’s this?” I ask, bewildered.

Finn doesn’t answer and wanders over to stand close to the man. He ruffles Finn’s hair and Polly looks as if she could stab his eyes out. John sees me hiding around the corner.

“Steenstra, meet our father. Arthur Shelby Senior.”

Their father? Thomas never mentioned-

“Hello, darling,” the Shelby Senior grins. “Who might you be?”

I take a breath of courage and step into the room. “I’m Finn’s tutor.”

His eyes light up at my accent. “Ah, an American! Where’d you lot pick her up? Girl like you looks too fine to be a tutor. Are you sure you ain’t helping out my boys with other prospects?”

What?! Polly hisses and John moves to grab my arm. Not threateningly, just to quietly ask me to not make a scene. He, Polly, and I are thinking the same thing.

“Sir, I am a proper woman and will not be talked to like that! Excuse me.”

I pull away from John’s grasp and pivot back to the door. The church will provide sanctuary from this outrageous conspiracy-!

“Oh!” Thomas meets me at the door and my pulse startles, but only for a split second. “Thomas, there’s someone in there I will not tolerate.”

His eyes narrow when he sees my disgust and he brushes past. I follow quietly and peek out from behind. The instant Thomas sees his father he doesn’t hesitate. “Get out.”

“Come on, son. I’m a changed man.” How was he before?

“This family needed you ten years ago, and you walked out on us. Get out of this house.”

The man still doesn’t budge. “Tommy, it’s-”

“Shut up!” Thomas seethes.

I remove the pistol from my skirt and hold it firmly at my side. I don’t care who this man is. Thomas’ judgment of him is good enough for me. The man gathers that our hostility is not receding and finally stands up.

“Well, I shall take my leave then.” He walks past Finn and pats his head. “Goodbye, son.”

I can tell Finn’s disappointed to see his father leave but John pulls him back to erase those thoughts. The man passes me but not before I give him another one of mother’s murderous glares. Once he’s shut the door Polly immediately relaxes.

“He’s our dad,” Arthur tries to lighten the mood.

Thomas sighs. “He’s a selfish bastard.”

“You calling him a selfish bastard? That’s rich, coming from you. Thanks to you we’re already down one bloody sister.”

“You want to see him, Arthur? You go with him.”

And Arthur does just that. He stands up and gives Thomas one last disappointed look, then takes off out the door. Lord, I know my family has its quarrels but never have I seen such mayhem in family matters.

“Sorry about that, love,” Thomas mutters and looks down at the gun in my hand. He knows I don’t pull it out for nothing. “You won’t need that now. What did he do to her, John?”

“Basically called her an American whore,” John growls with hatred.

Thomas stiffens and abruptly walks over to me with a tight jaw. “Verena, if that man ever speaks to you again you have my full permission to shoot his balls off. I- We’re sorry you had to see that. ‘S just… not every part of the Shelby clan is respectable.”

The pistol is returned to its place and I put a hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “You don’t need to apologize for your family, Thomas. Neither of you do. I know none of you think I’m… that. One person’s scatterbrained belief doesn’t define everyone’s.” It’s time for me to go. Their family matters are private and I shouldn’t be here-

“You’re more our family than that traitor, Verena.”

I pause at John’s words before I reach my room. Family. With all the hardship this family’s seen, how can they trust me so easily? See me as one of their own? According to Uncle Colon it’s a high honor to be accepted as an outsider into a mob business, especially one as brutal as the Peaky Blinders.

“Thank you very much, all of you. That means a great deal.”

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helpinghanikan · 1 year ago

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Wanna talk about it?

Carol Danvers x reader

for @mxqdii

AN: Wrote this super quick because I have stuff planned for tomorrow. Hopefully this was what you were looking for.

It’s amazing how quickly everything tends to stick together or pile up throughout the day. One little thing in the morning, before you even got dressed, and it just goes down hill from there. By the time you’re finally able to head come there’s a weight on your being too heavy to be carried alone.

The drive back home was made in relative silence. Sometimes, when the day kicks your ass, it’s too much effort to even turn the radio on. This quiet made it that much more impactful when your phone dings in the cup holder.

‘Im making din see you soon’ You dared to read, although this is not recommended to do while driving.

You didn’t need to see the name to know it was Carol. Not only from her inability to text properly, but from how suddenly she announces her arrival. The only time your phone’s connected was when she was within the Earth’s atmosphere. Any other time you want to talk to her, and some massive amount of tech is needed.

It’s nice to know Carol is near, it’s not enough to help with today’s burden. You do start driving just a bit faster, though.

Music could be heard through your house’s front door. Had it been anyone else you would have grumbled about the volume pumping through the door. Dad rock was great and all, but not after a long shift and before a warm meal.

“Carol?” You asked before the door is open all the way.

Instead of Carol you are greeted by orange hair and a bad attitude. Goose stretched and blinked slowly as you entered fully. Giving you a look as if to wonder why you were here, in your own home, and interrupting his nap.

He seems pleased when you give him some scratches. Although not technically a cat he sure did purr like one.

“Carol?” You called again, shoes off and coat gone by the time you reach the kitchen.

In another universe Carol would be a wonderful wife to always come home to. Dad rock playing from the counter, oven steaming from cooking noodles and tomato sauce, and the promise of a warm night in.

Carol smiles at you through the steam. Her smile is too powerful to be stopped by something so weak as boiling water. Although it faulters as you get closer, and she can start to see the fatigue in your eyes, she’s still waiting for you.

Without thinking, almost as if under possession, you step up behind her. Around Carol’s stomach, cheek against her back, and a tight squeeze that will never be enough.

“Hey, Babe,” She says, leaning her weight back just a bit to give a semblance of a hug back.

Her voice is warm and welcoming like hot chocolate. Her smell is slightly mechanical and earthy that one could get drunk on. Although her muscles are pronounced and something to be proud of, this doesn’t stop you from squeezing her close. Hugging like she may disappear into beautiful light you let go for even a second.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asks, stirring a pot as if you weren’t using her as a stuffed animal.

A dark part of your mind tells you to keep quiet. That it wouldn’t be fair to complain to Carol, to THE Captain Marvel, about the shitty day you were having. Not when this woman had traveled several thousands of miles to make you spaghetti. Especially not when whatever small problem Carol could be having was twelve time bigger than yours.

Carol has a heat to her like a furnace on fire. Sometimes, if Carol weren’t careful, she could actually burn the people around her. Although this has never happened to you the threat was still there. So you stay as close as you can, nuzzling into her back sighing as the heat relaxes your muscles like a warm shower after a long walk.

“Not right now,” You mumble into her back, “I missed you too much.”

You could have fallen asleep like this. Standing up and everything, but it was the clicking of the stove the ruined your serene moment. Granted, this was to replace with an even better moment as Carol turns around to hold you properly in a hug.

Every bit of chill or cold that might have lived inside of you was now gone. It was replaced with warm love you’d never forget the feeling of.

#reader insert #marvel cinematic universe #marvel reader insert #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel imagine #mxqdii

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gallavichthings · 2 years ago

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Gallavich Week 2023

Here we go once more with the 11th (!!!) edition of Gallavich Week!

Last year I decided to change things up a bit and give you two choices for each day, instead of just one as was usual before. Well, this year I'm taking things even further because you'll actually end up with several choices per day.

Dates and themes below, details about each theme (please read those and also follow the links when provided) and more information about Gallavich Week in general after the read more. Quick reminder that all kinds of work are welcome, as long as they are original. Please read the guidelines before posting.

18/06 - Gallavich Week 2023 playlist

19/06 - Top 20 touristic attractions in Chicago

20/06 - Disney

21/06 - Meet-cutes NYC Instagram

22/06 - Tags from popular Gallavich fics

23/06 - Shakespeare

24/06 - Free Day

Details about themes:

18/06 - Gallavich Week 2023 playlist

This was a playlist created with suggestions from some followers of songs that reminded them of Gallavich. I won't be adding any more songs to it, but there should be more than enough to inspire you!

19/06 - Top 20 touristic attractions in Chicago

Just follow the link to know what they are. As usual, prompts are meant to inspire and can be taken any way you want, not just as Ian and Mickey visiting the places.

20/06 - Disney

Anything Disney-themed. Disney movies, Disney shows, Disneyland... Mickey Mouse? :P And yes, Marvel and Star Wars can be considered Disney as well.

21/06 - Meet-cutes NYC Instagram

Follow the Instagram to find dozens of interviews with random couples about how they met! Watch them and get inspired. :)

22/06 - Tags from popular Gallavich fics

I took one "unusual" tag from each of the 10 Gallavich fics with more kudos on AO3, so here they are, to be used as inspiration:

Unresolved Sexual Tension (from Sexual Harassment in the Workplace)

Organized Crime (from The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher)

Soulmate AU (from you are inked on my skin long before we begin)

Ian and Mickey talk dicks (from Nobody's Fuckin' Business)

Accidental Baby Acquisition (from Melánia)

Internalized Homophobia (from Noisy Neighbours)

Domestic!Gallavich (from a thousand and one ways to show you care)

Long-Distance Relationship (from Lost in Translation)

Ian Bottoms WHOOPS (from eighty-four)

Social Media (from Cooperative Gameplay)

23/06 - Shakespeare

Self-explanatory, I suppose? But again, to be interpreted as you want.

24/06 - Free Day

CREATING AND POSTING GUIDELINES

How do I participate?

You don’t have to subscribe to anything or announce what you’re doing, you just have to post your work on the appropriate day and tag me on the body of the post using @gallavichthings. It’s important that you tag me properly so that I can be sure to see your post and reblog it.

What types of works are accepted?

Any kind of original fan work is accepted, including but not limited to: fanart, fanfiction (no minimum words required), graphics, gifs and gifsets, videos, and fanmixes. Yes, meta and polls are also accepted (though I do request that you either try to keep them within the theme for each day or post them on the Free Day).

When can I start posting?

I’ll always make one initial post for each day, at 12am GMT (check here to see when that is in your time zone). After that, post away!

Can I still participate even if I don’t have a Tumblr account?

Absolutely! Just submit something here (http://gallavichthings.tumblr.com/submit).

Can I post on Twitter or Instagram?

You can post anywhere you want! On Twitter and IG, we encourage you to use the hashtag #GW2023and I’ll RT you. You can also mention @gallavichthings if you want. I do not have an IG account though, sorry, but you can post there and send me a link for visibility. That being said, we do encourage you to post here as well, so it can be seen by more people.

Is there an AO3 Collection?

Yes, right here. Participation is not mandatory though, and you can rest assured this Collection will not be deleted.

Can I post something that I’ve already posted before?

No, sorry. The works should have been created specifically for GW. You can, however, create a sequel or a different version of a previous work.

Can I post something that is not in English?

Of course. Just make sure that it is original, or that you have the original author’s permission (and, in that case, link to the original too).

Can I make R-rated works?

Yes, just please give any necessary warnings and tell us the rating at the very beginning of the post. If the post is visual (like a fanart or a gifset), it would be nice for you to also tag it accordingly - Tumblr now allowes you to select if a post is deemed for mature audiences or not. It’s not mandatory, but if possible put it under a Read More here on Tumblr and under a spoilers mark (so it’s not instantly visible) on Twitter.

Can I post something that’s AU?

Sure thing! Tag it accordingly though, both for those who want to avoid it and for those who’d like to find it.

Can I post supernatural works, mpreg, or genderbends?

Yes! But if it’s a fic, please include it in the warnings.

Can I post more than one work?

Definitely! The more, the merrier. You can post as many works as you want, on as many days as you want, be it one post per day or ten on the same day. Anything goes!

Can I post on more than one day? Do I have to make something for each day?

Again, the more, the merrier! You can post on only one or all days if you wish!

Can I make one work that fits two or more themes?

Sure thing. I only ask that you post it on the day of the last theme included. For example, if you are posting a work that includes the theme from Day 1 and the theme from Day 4, post it on day 4 (just make sure to tell me that it includes both).

Can I write a multi-chaptered fanfiction?

Yes, and you don’t have to post everything either. When you do, just be sure to include either a masterpost, or the links to the previous chapters in the beginning.

Can I include other characters/pairings in my work?

Yes, as long as Gallavich is still the focus.

What if I can’t finish on time?

The Gallavich fandom is ALWAYS happy to see new fan material, so just post it when you’re done and tag me, ok? The same goes for people who can’t finish a work on the assigned theme day; you can still post it on a different day during GW, just make it clear which day it was made for.

#Gallavich #Ian x Mickey #Shameless US #Shameless #gallavich fanart #gallavich fanfiction #Ian Gallagher #Mickey Milkovich #GW2023 #mod post #events

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shinjukuspiritcommittee · 1 year ago

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Kengo's summon day 2023

All for my favorite character.

It's Kengos summon day and the Summoners have been planning a party, but Kengo bails at the last minute. You have an idea where he's gone and go meet him to see why the sudden outburst.

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After venturing down the less frequented streets in Shinjuku you found yourself stopping at Kengo’s old family home. As you approach the door you recall the events that have led you to the current moment in time. It was a bit of a different day than usual as you and your friends found out it was Kengo’s birthday, and you came up with the idea to celebrate. Everyone was more than pleased to wish him well, but he didn’t really acknowledge any of it. If anything, you noticed he was being rather dismissive and downplayed the whole thing. When Ryota suggested a party he didn’t seem particularly keen on it.

Later in the day Kengo had left earlier than usual, around the time he would be training with Moritaka. Shiro had begun grumbling about how he was taking off for the M-place, but that didn’t feel quite right since he usually leaves on those trips with a training buddy. If he ran off somewhere on his own then it’s gotta be closer. You had a feeling where that might be and offered to go alone so as to maybe get Kengo to open up a bit. Reluctantly, your advisor agreed too and told you to meet at the guildhouse for the party.

Hand on the door, you give it a gentle push and realize it’s actually unlocked. You hoped the landlord wasn’t the one inside or this would be a very awkward mess to explain… Thankfully, Kengo’s sandals were left right at the door. Out of politeness you did so as well and made sure to properly shut the door behind you. You headed for the inbuilt dojo and saw Kengo, bare chest and all, worked up in a sweat as he breathed heavily. It looked like he was shadowboxing with himself and hadn’t noticed you come in.

While it was in your best interest to call out to him right away, you couldn’t help but satiate your base instinct and watch his body work in awe. The way each sinew of muscle contorted to form Kengo’s flowing movements, to the droplets of sweat that cascaded his skin and clung his body hair to it. Your partner’s muscles were already bursting with strength before, but when pumped and slicked up during a workout was one of the many marvels you’ve come to appreciate and it never failed to send your heart aflutter. He must’ve been really going at it for a while with little breaks given the musty air of the room was being replaced with his own natural odor, giving the dojo more of a locker room smell than anything. Kengo never really did fail to send your heart racing, did he?

As much as you loved soaking in the atmosphere and watching him train, you were on a bit of a time crunch here and decided to interrupt his training by announcing your presence. He looked at you with surprise. “Partner, when’d you get here?” You admitted to him that you had gotten there a short while ago, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the performance he was putting on. He laughed a bit goofily and scratched the back of his head, raising his arm a bit to show off a bit more of his muscles than he normally would. “Did you really like it that much?” You agreed, and while normally you’d be all over peppering him with praise and lavishing him with worship you explained that you didn’t really have much time. “The party, right?” His more flirtatious attitude shifted to a more dreary one. You noticed the shift and called him out on it. He sighed and went for a towel he packed to dry up the accumulated sweat across his brow.

“I didn’t ask for a party. You guys just decided to throw one cuz you’re all bored.” He scoffed while drying himself off. You acknowledged that you didn’t necessarily hear him out, but that didn’t mean you did it just on a whim. You care about Kengo and wanted him to know. “...I know, partner.” Kengo looked out the window of the dojo while resting his towel over his shoulders. You walked over to him and asked if there was something that was bothering him. He took a moment of silence to gather his thoughts and said “Just… this time of year reminds me of my old man.” You remembered that he passed away not too long ago, and how that affected Kengo. “Knowing he’s gone still doesn’t feel real. Just really… weird it’s already my birthday.” You apologized and showed him some empathy towards the situation. “You didn’t do anything.” Your partner said with a bit more of a confident and toothy grin.

“Guess I got a bit worried about what to do with myself.” You asked what he meant. “When we graduate Shiro’s probably gonna go to some high end school, Toji’s already got a spot at the police academy, Ryota and Moritaka can probably land a nice school. And you… well, what can’t you do at this point?” You tried to laugh off that he was just exaggerating. “Maybe. But then I get worried about where that leaves me. Compared to you guys, I’m just…”

You took a second to realize what he was getting at, so when you pieced it together you told him flat out that he should know by now that he isn’t smart like Shiro. Kengo winced and recoiled a bit, but you continued. He didn’t need to be smart to matter or to get far. You know Kengo as someone who’s very stubborn and sticks to always improving himself. So you’re not worried at all with what he’ll do about his future. This caught Kengo by surprise and his face flushed.

“I dunno what I was so worried about. I got you by my side now. So… y’know…” You pointed out he was starting to blush a bit. “W-Was not!” He stuttered bashfully. “But, I know you can pick up my slack now. And you’ll be with me for a long time to come.” He pulled you into a tight hug. “I love ya, partner.” You reciprocated the feeling. After sharing a quick kiss of assurance you then took his hand and started guiding him to the door. You eagerly told him that he should at least try to enjoy the now and celebrate at his own party. You also teased that Ryota may or may not have convinced Choji to bake a chocolate cake for the occasion.

“Why didn’t you say that from the start, partner?” Kengo laughed with glee. “Woulda saved us all the trouble.”

#kengo #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #sfw #fluffy #summon day #summonday #headcanon #hc #pov

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yuzu-all-the-way · 2 years ago

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FaOI Makuhari Day 3 (live) - Impressions

The long-awaited live stream. After a sleepless night because there was no way to contain my excitement for 'pro athlete Hanyu Yuzuru' back in the public eye, I finally got everything under control when the guy sneakily showed up in the middle of the skaters.

It was odd not to hear him being introduced right away and it was even odder to him being introduced BEFORE his trademark opening 4T. Luckily, I had the satisfying moment of hearing 'Yuzuru-4T-Hanyu' in FaOI Makuhari 2022.

I said I wouldn't judge the OP and Finale costumes until I've seen them in motion. Well, now I have. The OP costume is definitely acceptable on Yuzu and I already expressed my love for those weird-ish pants last year. I can't say I'm overly fond of the OP music, but it is what it is and there are definitely some fun choreography parts. The green parts of the costume glow in the dark, so I guess for the audience in the venue it's a pretty cool visual.

Once the OP was out of the way, more than 2 hours I had to struggle to stay awake. One criticism about the show as a whole, it should have more female skaters, some of the men are cool, but some are really not up to it anymore, so, please, just get more women for FaOI next year. And put them also on the poster.

It should be noted that this year's announcer, you know, the guy that introduces the skaters, was not the usual one. This guy was much blander, but damn, Yuzu's intro was spot on. Double Olympic gold medalist, super slam achiever AND solo-ice-show holder and producer who filled out the Tokyo Dome. Of course I couldn't understand the entire thing, but Tokyo Dome I could hear loud and clear.

There's not one bit of If's choreography that I don't like. It's such a complex, perfectly balanced skating-dancing program, emotions could've been a bit clearer, but I'll take what I can get. I re-watched this program countless times before I finally made up my mind to GIF it. It was such a cool thing to do because I could pin-point so many small, on-beat, perfect moves. And, also, I could see that jewelry has a knack of leaving Yuzu.

Last year, it was the bracelet flying off when the holy paper cup was yeeted, now, the Phiten gold-winged necklace abandoned Yuzu. Although it tried its best to hold on, Yuzu's insane hip-hop on ice moves were too strong for the poor wing.

Apart from this small incident which Yuzu himself appeared not to have noticed, the performance was such a success. Yuzu catches every beat of the music, he uses the melodic line for ample moves and the rapping parts for short, fast, precise moves. I strongly encourage you to check out the entire program and every time there's the beat, watch Yuzu's feet and/or arms. Those are the ones skillfully used either together or separately to get that flow going.

I haven't yet found the right words to properly describe how much I admire Yuzu's commitment to further improving himself and creating programs that are very unusual for figure skating. I just can't get over him starting If with a camel spin and ending with a full split AND with the torso bent forward. The audacity of this man to show off his flexibility like that...

One thing I don't particularly like about If... the music. But even that is growing on me now.

The Finale left me a bit disappointed. The song really doesn't do anything for me, the choreography is so weird - and yes, I understand it's a choreo that's been popular in Japan some years ago, but it's still iffy. Nevertheless, you have to appreciate how hard it is to hop on ice one-footed - lots of skaters seem to struggle with it, but Yuzu's doing fine (as if that's a surprise). The solo part is cute, Yuzu's usual intricate footwork that I can only marvel at. I miss the layback spin, though, that was done on Day 1 and shared via TvAsahi's figure skating tiktok account.

Now about that costume... I really don't have much to say about it, but I've learnt to appreciate it makes it easy to count abs. In any case, the finale was okayish, but not the grand finale I'd have expected. Oh, let me mention the wardrobe malfunction: Yuzu's top was unzipped in the back and appeared to be held with a safety pin. Did he break the zipper while changing in 2.12 minutes?

Anyway, there were several cute moments and a very high-tension one. I have no words for the latter, so I'll just post the video.

4T3A-Eu-3S-3Lo (step out) - unhinged combination that was done after a very long preparation time. Yuzu was checking his axis, skating around the rink, approximating distance, the usual math he does on the spot.

And the cute moments - Yuzu cutely shushing the crowd before encouraging them to cheer for the artists, Yuzu finally realizing he lost the wing necklace when Shizuka gave it back, Yuzu trolling everyone with his 'little soldier' walk (as if he'd leave without ARIGATO-ing)...

Ah, Fantasy on Ice 2023 Makuhari. A gem.

This will have to be sustenance enough because the next broadcast is the Kobe Day 3 live which is the very last show of the tour. I'm mad at this and Fuji TV is to blame.

#yuzuru hanyu #faoi 2023 #ice show

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Unexpected part 7

Unexpected Arrival

Elizabeth Renard shows up

Nick and Adalind AU

Nick Burkhardt is dealing with a broken heart after his girlfriend leaves him without word or warning. Adalind Schade is dealing with a broken heart after finding out the man she loved had been sleeping with her mother on the same day her mother was killed. When Adalind discovers she is pregnant, Nick volunteers to be there for her.

“I had to inform my mother about everything.” Captain Renard informed Nick through text. “She heard that Adalind was pregnant. Our two families have been friends for generations. Knowing that Adalind had had a crush on me for years, my mother became suspicious. I gave her your number. She’s going to be calling you to discuss her involvement in the baby’s life.”

“Adalind is the one who has the say in those matters.”

“I thought it would be wiser for you to bring the topic up with Adalind, and then you can inform my mother what Adalind wants.”

“Spineless bastard.” Nick mumbled to himself.

Believing that the best way to bring up a touchy subject was to have delicious food available, Nick decided to bring home all of Adalind’s favorite foods.

Of course Adalind, being a person of high intelligence, knew something was up right away.

“Alright, Grimm, spill it.”

Giving a heavy sigh, Nick braced himself and said, “Sean’s mother Elizabeth wants to be part of the baby’s life.”

It was Adalind’s turn to sigh. “She is the baby’s grandmother. I guess it would be cruel to shut her out, just because her son is a royal bastard.”

Elizabeth called Nick the following day.

“Is there a time when I may speak with Adalind?”

“Adalind’s willing to have lunch with you. I’ll give you her number and the two of you can set it up. Just please remember that she’s been through a lot.”

“You as well, from what my son tells me.”

“What exactly has the captain told you?”

“That your girlfriend left you without a single word as to why. Leaving you to handle all of the responsibilities the two of you shared. You had to deal with a broken heart while handling your duties as a detective and as a grimm. He also told me that Adalind found out Sean had been sleeping with her mother, as well as other women, within minutes of witnessing her mother killed. And that you and Adalind have been taking care of each other ever since she stormed out of his office after he didn’t respond properly to her pregnancy announcement.”

“I guess I should be glad he was honest about his own bad behavior. But I’m a little annoyed at how much of my personal life seems to be known by everybody.”

“A grimm taking care of a pregnant hexenbiest is an extraordinary thing. The two of you are a marvel in the wesen community. The fact that the baby isn’t yours makes you a rarity among men.”

“A lot of wesen assume that the baby is mine. And Renard thinks it’s best if no one says any different. He said that it’s safer for the baby, and for Adalind, if his father’s side of the family doesn’t know that he’s fathered a child.”

“In this case, he’s right. Infertility is common in the royal family. They might not hesitate to take the child and claim it for themselves.”

“I would kill every single one of them if they tried.”

There was a darkness in Nick’s voice that made Elizabeth certain he was speaking the truth.

Sean had told her he believed Nick was falling in love with Adalind. By the sound of how protective he was of her, Elizabeth didn’t doubt that there would be no one in the world safer than Adalind and the baby she carried.

Threw a series of texts, Adalind and Elizabeth arranged to have lunch together at a cafe.

Adalind wanted Nick to be there. Elizabeth knew she was on shaky ground, due to the antics of her son, and so was willing to give into any request, so she would get to spend time with her grandchild.

Because his friends were nosy, Monroe, Rosalee, Freddie, and Hank joined Nick at a table a short distance away from Adalind and Elizabeth's.

“That woman seems really young to be Cap's mom?’

“The benefits of biester magic.” Rosalee said. “They have spells, potions, and other things to keep themselves looking ageless. It’s one of the few things about them that other wesen envy.”

“Don’t ask what some of those spells and techniques are, or you won’t sleep for a week.” Freddie visibly shuddered. Then he looked at Nick. “On the plus side, you know you’ll always have a beautiful wife.”

“Although separate bathrooms might be a good idea.” Hank suggested. “I’m pretty sure I would still be married to my third wife if we had just had separate bathrooms.”

“You could always get her a place like your trailer.” Monroe pointed out. “A place for her to perform her hexenbiest beauty regiment without you seeing all of the gory details.”

“I’m a cop, and a grimm. I think I can handle gory stuff. Plus, Adalind wants me with her when she has the baby. After seeing her push a person out of her body, I should be able to handle her doing anything.”

Except for leaving him. Nick didn’t say it out loud, but he was already certain that he wouldn’t be able to handle Adalind wanting him out of her life. He was too fully invested in their life they had built together. He would go insane if that fell apart.

“I’m not going to blame you or punish you for Sean’s mistakes. My mother is dead. I haven’t heard a word from my father since I was four. Nick’s parents died when he was twelve. You’re the only grandmother this baby has. And there is a lot of wisdom you can pass on.”

It didn’t escape Elizabeth's notice that Nick and his side of the family was already considered part of this baby’s family.

“I want my baby to be surrounded by love. So as long as you can be respectful of how I decide to raise this child, I want you to be a part of their life as much as possible.”

“I would like that,” Elizabeth smiled warmly. “I know what it’s like to have others trying to control your or your child’s life. I also know what it’s like to fear for your family's safety. So if there is anything you need, I can help.”

Adalind’s eyes moved to where Nick was sitting, and the two exchanged smiles. “I am well protected. At least at night. I have a grimm who will kill anything that gets through the door.”

#nick and adalind #nadalind #nick burkhardt #adalind schade #nick x adalind #nbc grimm #grimm nbc #grimm #grimmswanfic

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marie-swriting · 2 years ago

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Did You Really Mean It ? - Kate Bishop

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Summary : Three times where Kate’s feelings spoke for her and one time where yours did the same thing for you.

Warnings : Embarrassing yourself in front of your crush, fluff, some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if I missed any.

Word count : 1.9k

French version

Prompt : "- You're cute. - What ? - I said you look like a fruit. - That doesn't even make any sense." from this prompt list made by @promptplanetblr

You look at the university map once again, trying to understand which way you have to go. The secretary seems to be in a secret passageway. You’ve been trying to find it for the past fifteen minutes without any success. You still have some papers to fill and you need to do it in the next two minutes otherwise you’ll be late for your first period.

Desperate, you finally decide to ask for help ; you go toward a girl with dark brown hair, you clear your throat to announce yourself. Kate Bishop turns around when she hears you. Her facial expression goes from confused with frown brows to shocked with eyes wide open. She looks at you, her mouth almost opens, without saying a word. Embarrassed, you tell yourself this must be your cue to ask for directions.

“Excuse me, I’m a new student and I’m completely lost. Do you know where the secretary is, please ?”

You wait for an answer that never comes. She keeps looking at you as if she doesn't understand English.

“Are you new, too ?” You keep asking, hoping to break the awkward moment.

“No.” She finally says.

“So you know where the secretary is ?”

“Uh, I… yes.”

“Could you show me the way ?”

“No.” She tells you before leaving, her face red.

“Okay…” You declare, confused.

You look at her walking away from you. You’re lost physically as well as mentally now.

On Kate’s side, she’s cursing at herself because of the way she acted. She hadn’t humiliated herself like that for a long time. She totally panicked. She knows she made a bad first impression, but it's not her fault if she thought you were so cute and your beauty left her speechless.

At least, she tells herself she won’t have to make a fool of herself even more because you’d never want to be her friend that’s for sure.

Surprisingly, you decided to not stay on your first impression of her. During your first week, Kate mustered up all her courage to apologise for her reaction. She struggled to talk properly, she didn’t remember her excuse very well. Indeed, she didn't want you to think she was rude when in reality, she was just mesmorized by your beauty. You thought it was cute the way she was struggling so you forgave her in a heartbeat.

Rapidly, Kate became your first real friend in New York. You both help each other for classes.

It’s the case for your presentation for your History of the USA class. Your subject isn’t really inspiring so you’re not sure you’ve done a good work. You asked Kate to help you and see if your doubts are true.

Kate’s sitting on your bed, you’re standing in front of your desk, your computer is here too, you are showing her your PowerPoint to make your presentation a lot more clearer. You struggle a little bit, realizing what can be improved. Once you finish speaking, Kate doesn't have the time to say a single word, you quickly begin to expose what could be better, you list every single weakness you saw, getting ideas to reformulate some of your sentences and even new facts you could add to make it seem more advanced. On the other hand, Kate is looking at you lovingly. She admires the way your brain is working fastly as you want your presentation to be perfect. You keep rambling until Kate speaks without noticing.

“You’re cute.”

“What ?”

“I said ‘you look like a fruit’.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” You retort, frowning.

“I… What I meant is that… you… you’re rambling. Don’t you know that expression ? I thought everyone knew it.” She laughs nervously, her cheeks getting heated.

“What’s the link with the fruit ?”

“Oh, you know, sometimes expressions don’t make any sense.”

“Yeah.” You answer, not really convinced. “Anyway, what do you think ? Should I make these changes ?”

Kate looks at you for a second, trying to find an answer. She didn’t listen to the changes you suggested. Her embarrassment grows bigger.

“If you think it’s really necessary, yes. Personally, I think your presentation is great.” She reassures you before standing up from your bed. “I need to go. My mom is waiting for me.”

“Since when do you listen to your mom ?” You giggle as she’s packing her stuff.

“Since she threatened me to take my credit card away. We'll see each other tomorrow, in class ?”

She doesn’t give you time to answer before leaving your room.

Unfortunately for Kate, this kind of moment wasn’t the first nor the last. There are many times where she complimented you when she didn’t need to. She always struggles to play it cool. Everytime she makes a fool of herself, she keeps thinking about that moment over and over again for the next few days. She wishes she could really tell you what she thinks about you without hesitating or fearing you’d push her away. Therefore, anytime she has the opportunity to really express her admiration for you, she does it.

When her mom invited you to a charity gala for the first time, after four months of friendship, Kate was only waiting for one thing : your outfit. She especially can’t wait to finally have someone to talk to. When you’re at the gala, you find Kate, her back in front of you, she’s looking at random people in the room with a bored face. As she ignores your presence, you gently touch her shoulder.

“Hey, Kate.”

“Hi Y/N.” She begins as she turns around, but your name is only a whisper. Kate looks from head to toe, impressed by your dress. She knows she’s really going to lose her composure tonight. She admires your face even more beautiful thanks to your make up. She never thought you could be even more breathtaking.

“You’re gonna eat a fly, you know.” You laugh, bringing her back to reality.

“Sorry, what were you saying ?”

“You were looking at me with your mouth wide open. It looks like your brain stopped.”

“I… I was thinking about something. You look really nice tonight.” Kate smiles before correcting herself. “I mean, no ! I didn’t mean only tonight, just that you look even nicer than usual.”

“You look beautiful as well.” You assure her, making her smile brightly. “Love your suit.”

As you say this, you look at her with more attention. You try to conceal how you really feel about her outfit. If you could, you’d kiss her right now, but you hold yourself back, knowing you two are only friends.

And you are still just friends for a few more months. Despite your growing feelings, you both try to act as natural as possible. Although you stopped counting how many times you both let your heart speak for yourselves, thankfully the other didn’t seem to notice it. In spite of your mutual pining, you stay best friends, spending as much time as you can together.

One thing Kate loves to do with you is make you discover her hobbies. Even if it never takes a lot of convincing so she didn’t struggle to make you try archery. You go to her training place where you can be alone. As Kate has been in this club for many years, she’s allowed to come whenever she wants. However, you’re only by yourselves when you take your first lesson. Kate starts explaining the basis and you listen to her carefully. When she finishes, you try to act confident to impress her.

“I know I’m gonna nail it. I trained a little when I was eight.”

“You did archery ?” Kate asks, surprised.

“Not really. My cousin used to do it and I had the chance to use his bow for a whole afternoon when I went to his place once. So don’t worry, I got it.” You say before arming Kate's bow and getting in position.

“Y/N, maybe you should stand up straighter.” She tries to correct you.

“I know what I’m doing.” You state before shooting and disastrously missing the target. “Maybe I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You think ?” She mocks you. “Come on, Robin Hood, I’m going to help you to, at least, hit the target. First of all, stand up straighter.” She commands.

You fake being annoyed but listen to every instruction she gives you. Kate helps you to have the perfect posture and she also makes sure you hold the bow correctly. As she does so, Kate’s face is only a few inches from yours.

“Pull your hand up a little bit.” She informs you.

“Like that ?” You ask, turning your face to her.

Your eyes that were looking for an answer on her face end up losing themselves in her eyes. Kate doesn’t say a word, too flustered by this new proximity. You both keep looking at each other, not knowing how to act when your own mouth talks for you.

“I wish I could kiss you.”

“What ?”

“I…” You stammer, moving away from Kate.

“You want to kiss me ?”

“I don’t know why I said that, sorry ! I… I should go.” You say but Kate takes your hand.

“Y/N, wait. Did you really mean it ?”

“What would you do if I said I did ?”

“I’d kiss you.”

“Then yes, I really meant it.”

You don’t need to wait any longer before the two of you're kissing. Kate puts her hands on your hips while your right hand is on her cheek, the other hand still holding Kate’s bow. The kiss is soft but filled with passion. It doesn’t last long but you still manage to fully share your growing feelings. When you break the kiss, you’re both smiling.

“God, I’ve been waiting this for so long.” Kate whispers.

“I know.” You admit, your smile growing bigger as Kate’s brows frown.

“What do you mean you know ?”

“You’ve never really been subtle about your feelings. I don’t even count how many times you tried to hide when you slipped. I still remember the ‘you look like a fruit’ one.” You chuckle as her cheeks turn red.

“You had noticed from the beginning ? I thought I was always handling the situation well as you weren’t saying anything. Besides, if you knew, why didn’t you take the first step ? I could’ve avoided all of those awkward moments.” Kate accuses you.

“I… I was afraid to misread the signs.” You admit anxiously. “I told myself maybe you were saying that in a friendly way, but those last minutes confirmed to me that I was actually right.”

“We're each as bad as the other.” She laughs and you do the same.

“It looks like it, yeah.”

“But at least, we know, now.” Kate smiles and you kiss her one more time.

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xximpressions · 3 years ago

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Falling For Fairytales (2)

Anthony Bridgerton x black!Reader

Series Summary: Taking a slight twist on your classic Cinderella story, you are the daughter of a Marquis who died when you were 18. Several years later, you are told by your stepmother that you must marry this season, or she will engage you to her elderly Uncle. Having no money of your own, you realize you are going to have to strategize if you are going to avoid such a fate. So it's a good thing you run into a Viscount who sees marriage as a battlefield.

Chapter Summary: You arrive at the Danbury Estate

Word Count: 1,471

A/N: Hi people! Any feedback is welcomed! I hope you enjoy :)

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Since the two footmen had picked you up in the early afternoon, and it took about an hour to reach the Danbury Estate, you arrived at the decadent mansion just in time for tea.

Being told your luggage would be taken directly to your room upon arrival, you were immediately escorted to the drawing room in order to officially greet your host.

The butler escorting you properly announced your presence before stepping aside and allowing you in. As you entered the beautifully decorated room, you saw a person who had to be Lady Danbury rise from their seated position with a practiced grace you marveled at. Once at her full height, she turned and finally laid her eyes on you. You watched as her face blossomed into an expression of inviting warmth. When an equally warm smile spread across her lips, you knew that you had made the right choice in coming here.

Dropping into a respectful curtsey, you opened your mouth and said,

“Lady Danbury, please allow me to say what an honor it is to make your acquaintance once more. I cannot thank you enough for allowing me to stay in your wonderful home.”

A small smile grew on her face, and there was a moment of silence where she just regarded you before she said,

“So formal?”

Though you were a little confused as to what she meant, she continued before you could ask.

“As I recall, I was Aunt Agatha to the young lady whose mother I practically raised. I know it has been some years since we have last seen each other, but I would hope something as frivolous as time would not cause me to lose such a title.”

She finished with a teasing note and her arms held out to you.

As understanding filled you, you could not stop yourself from racing into her arms and melting into the maternal embrace.

“Of course not,” You said over her shoulder. Pulling away, you smiled brightly before continuing.

“You will always be my Aunt Agatha.”

Returning your smile, Lady Danbury grasped one of your hands gratefully as she led you both to sit down on the chaise. She dismissed the remaining servants from the room before giving you her undivided attention. You two then spent a while catching up on each other's stories. You told her about your travels and she told you about all the gossip you had missed while away from the ton. It was a pleasant conversation that you were enjoying until she unintentionally brought up the elephant in the room.

“And how is the Marchioness?”

In a poor attempt to avoid the question, you decide to take a long sip of your tea rather than reply. Taking note of this oddness, Lady Danbury continued to ask her questions.

“Will she be joining us before the start of the season or will she arrive at a later date?”

You kept your eyes focused on the now empty tea cup held in your hands as you finally answered.

“She will not be participating in the season with us.”

Confusion settled on your Aunt’s face as she asked,

“Whatever do you mean, child? Every mother wants to be there for her daughter’s first season.”

With a tight smile, you absentmindedly replied “Yes, well, Stepmother prefers to not be involved,” and hurriedly added almost as an afterthought, “With the season! She does not like being involved with the season!”

Another moment passed before she asked,

“Does the Marchioness know you are here?”

Swallowing, you said, “She knows I am here in London, yes.”

Picking up on what you were not saying, your Aunt finished your statement.

“But she does not know you are staying with me, correct?”

Faced with the truth, you could only nod.

Still not seeing the reason for keeping that a secret Lady Danbury asked you why you would do such a thing.

With a deep sigh, you explained.

“She does not react well when I come into contact with things that were connected to my mother.”

Needing more information, Lady Danbury imploringly said, “Meaning?”

Rather than try to explain again, you decided to give an example.

“She once caught me looking at a miniature of my mother. My father had commissioned a few of them over the years and kept them in a small chest box.”

Looking down, you admitted, “I just wanted to be reminded of what my mother looked like, even if it was just from a likeness on a painting.”

Your eyes had taken on an unseeing look as you got lost in the memory. They sharpened into focus when you remembered the way it ended.

“Stepmother threw the whole box into the fireplace, and made me watch as it burned.”

Silence rang out as your words sunk in. Trying not to recall the pain of that memory, you continued talking.

“That said, I have learned what not to share when it comes to my mother.”

Now feeling exposed, you tried to make the conversation slightly more lighthearted and jokingly finished,

“And staying with my mother’s favorite Aunt definitely falls on that list.”

Rolling her eyes at your attempt at humor, Lady Danbury snippily replied,

“I was your mother’s only Aunt.”

Before she stood with the assistance of her cane and began a slow pace in front of the fireplace.

A long while passed while she contemplated all the information you had given her. Things began to slowly sink into place as she suddenly understood why you had stopped reaching out to her after your father remarried. But if you were forbidden from interacting with any components of your mother’s life, then what were you doing here now?

Voicing that exact question as she returned to her original seat across from you, she watched as you tried very hard not to fidget under her scrutiny.

After you took a moment to figure out how to answer, you finally began to speak.

“Stepmother has presented me with…a challenge to say the least. I simply must outmaneuver her if I am to be the one to come out on top, so to speak.”

Having gotten a refill of tea while Lady Danbury paced in front of you, you took a delicate sip while she asked another question for confirmation.

“So…you two are in a contest of sorts?”

But knowing your dilemma was direr than any frivolous contest, you could not help clarifying your situation with outright honesty.

“Lady Danbury, we are in a fight to the death. I have been forced to participate because I know she hopes it will be me that perishes.”

Shocked, your Aunt asked in an unbelieving voice, “My apologies, but has she somehow, despite being a lady, challenged you to an affair of honor?”

Letting out a small laugh at her words, you stated through your chuckle,

“No, we shall not be meeting at dawn to duel,”

Before you suddenly grew somber and said,

“Though, I suppose that would be one way to put an end to all of this,” Underneath your breath.

Fed up with the mystery of it all, Lady Danbury simply made her demands.

“Dear girl, do stop beating around the bush and tell me what is going on.”

Only withholding the truth for another moment, you realized almost instantly that it was foolish to try to keep a secret from Aunt Agatha. She had been able to read you like a book from the day you were born.

Therefore, you only allowed one more moment to pass in which you weighed the pros and cons of confiding in her before you chose to be truthful and tell her of the news you had recently learned yourself.

“Stepmother says she will engage me to her Uncle if I do not marry before the end of this season,” You said in a quiet voice. “He has said things before that lead me to believe he will not be…kind.”

Appalled, Lady Danbury exclaimed, “Uncle?! Is that man not twice your age?”

Not being able to withstand the unsettling nature of the situation, you could only confirm the answer to the question in a hollow voice.

“A little more so I am told.”

Finally comprehending the situation you were in, your Aunt digested this information like medicine she did not want to take. It was terrible going down, but would be helpful later. Now that she knew, she could do something to help. That said, she had to ask you one more question.

“And what do we have in the aresenol to avoid such a fate?”

She could not help but notice the slightly sly smile growing on your lips while you answered.

“I am so glad you asked.”

By the time you finished explaining, she was proud to say her smile was just as sly.

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honeysunai · 3 years ago

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Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part two - Attack of lady manager!

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 4k

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arranged marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three.

A/N: For the sole purpose that I can not imagine Honey as a two feet tall teenager, I will use his actual size which is 4 feet 10 (I’m one inch taller than him rip) some angst a bit ahead as well hihi

You didn’t expect your assignment to be making an announcement during your break in front of the whole school. You thought it would be to properly serve your guests, you think it was Kyoya’s idea to make you do this. You look down the balcony you are standing on looking at the sea of people in the yard. You look back to Tamaki and Haruhi which both give you a thumbs up. Oh what the hell, a deal’s a deal.

“Attention ladies and gentlemen!” Your loud melodious voices make everyone’s head turn towards the balcony and you put on your brightest and prettiest smile you can pull. “As you probably all know by now, I’m y/n y/l/n. I recently joined the wonderful Host Club as their new and only female host! I welcome all ladies and gentlemen who wish to have me as their host! With that, I hope you all have a marvelous day and I will see you in the music room 3.” You finish your announcement with a graceful bow and turn back to the two who accompanied you and gave you another thumbs up.

Now you only hope that people will indeed come meet with you, so you can keep your part of the deal. You are a clever girl, you’ll find something else to bring people in the Host Club. You could bake cookies, pies? Let’s focus on plan A and then you’ll see if you need to resort to baking sweets.

You’ve been trying for the past ten minutes to put tea in a teacup the “correct way” as the twins assure you it’s the only way to do it. Until one of them cracks under your frustration and lightly giggles. These bastards.

“You were just messing with me? This whole time!” You wanted to throw the whole tea set at them.

“You should’ve known there’s no such thing as a better proper way to serve tea.” Hikaru snorts.

“That’s on you.” The other, Kaoru shrugs.

“You guys are going to get a smack on the back of your head from me, one day.”

“If it’s by a pretty girl like you, I’ll take the punishment twice.” Hikaru smiles deliciously at you. Now he made it weird. You roll your eyes and serve them tea the way you were trained to.

“Your tea, my lords.” You set the teapot down on the coffee table a little rougher than intended and walk back to the mirror to check yourself out one last time before the guests arrive.

You felt amazing in this blue blazer. You’ve spoken to the director this morning and eventually agreed upon this as your new uniform. You’ve made some changes on it to look more feminine; you’ve tightened the waist so it would be slimmer and give you an hourglass figure to please the crowd and you’ve cropped the trousers which were way too large!

Honey appears behind you and hugs your waist with his head by your shoulder. You were taller than Honey because he was relatively small with his four feet ten, but compared to the other boys you felt as small as him with them towering you all day long.

“You look as sweet as my cake!” His grip was strong and you wondered how this small teenage boy was so built. “Isn't that right Mori?” His friend nods and you blush. He was a man of few words, but that gesture of agreement made you happy. “I would say the prettiest third year!”

“Thank you.” This club will be the death of you with all those compliments thrown at you.

“You may look the part, but can you actually be a good host?” Kyoya’s voice echoes in the pink royal-like room.

“Have a little faith.” You fix your tie once again. “You don’t have to like me to have some faith.” You were looking at him through the mirror and gave him a stink eye. These little comments… He can shove them up his fancy ass.

“I do have faith in you, my flower.” Tamaki smiles which you return gladly. “Now, now! Be ready our guests are about to enter.” Tamaki claps his hands together and we all gather up in front of the door to greet the girls and boys from our school.

Tamaki wanted you to be the one to greet them all when you open the door so that everyone can see how beautiful your smile is. His exact words were : “You have a smile that lights up every room you walk into.” An odd compliment you gladly took.

Your hand is on the golden doorknob and you take a few breaths before opening the door graciously to meet with hundreds of girls eager to enter the room. This club is really popular! “My dear guest, we are honored to have you as our guest on this beautiful day, may you find your host's company memorable.” You smile to the huge crowd of girls who almost run towards every host, but you.

“Not so popular.” Kyoya chuckles next to you. This guy, if you weren’t bound to him you would’ve smacked him hard. “Don’t get too comfortable in that uniform y/n.” He adds.

“Excuse me, may I request you as my host for this evening?” A warm voice is heard behind you, your annoyance changes to express a proud smile before turning to your rather handsome guest.

“Told you to have some faith in me Kyoya.” You whisper as you take your guest’s hand and lead him to a couch. You take a good look at him, he’s tall with light brown hair and has this fierce look in his eyes that only sparked fire when you looked into them. His eyes were not meant to be on a soft face like his.

“What’s your name my darling?” You ask him as you sit closer to him, but not enough to make him uncomfortable.

“Konishi Masashi.” He blushes. A shy one. His tough appearance didn’t match his blush, but definitely was adorable. Remember your training, the small voice of Tamaki rings in your head. You didn’t have any real training so you’ll have to wing it.

“A beautiful name like yours only means elegance and splendor, am I right?” You bat your eyelashes at him to only make him blush harder.

“Yes you are. My mother gave me that name.” He smiles.

“A suitable name for a fine gentleman.” You giggle.

“You’re too kind.” He chokes looking away.

You gently cup his cheek with one of your hands and slowly get closer, just as Tamaki once did to you. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you my darling, you are my first guest and I hope you’ll ask for me again next time, though I wish you wouldn’t have to go.” You show him a sad expression. “I would rather spend my days gazing at your beautiful features.”

You hear a scoff in the far back of the room and you can only imagine it’s Kyoya. You look behind your guest to see a new bunch of people entering the tall and large white doors of the room, boys and girls. Tamaki greets them with a grand gesture as you sweetly talk to Konishi.

“We’d like to request your newest member.” A deep voice asks Tamaki and he turns towards you before leading the group of boys to you. You were already fulfilling your part of the deal greatly. The sin of pride engulfed your entire being and you do not dare to look back to Kyoya and show him that proud face of yours to him, afraid it might hurt his ego. Thinking about it, you turn your head slightly to meet his eyes that were already on you and you smirk that only meant : I told you so.

You’re finally done with all of your guests and go sit at a table next to Kyoya to sip some tea. Being nice, bubbly and romantic to every single one of your guests today is exhausting. You start doubting your choice of being here.

“It seems you’ve made your point.” He says bluntly, never meeting your eyes. They were fixed on his computer.

“What’s that Kyoya? I did an outstanding job? I know, I know, no need for applause.” You pat yourself on the shoulder. You look over a pillar in the far back of the room and notice a girl creeping on the both of you. “I think you also have a shy crush over there.” You giggle. You start to stand up to greet her, but Tamaki beats you to it.

You take your eyes off of her one second and the next you can hear Tamaki’s gasp echoing in this room as she calls him a phony man.

“I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince of this club!” She yells pointing at him, her voice is squeaky like a mouse and you can’t help but choke on your laughter. Tamaki dramatically backs away from her, hurt by her cruel words. You quickly catch Tamaki as he is about to faint and lightly smacks him on his cheek. “It’s you Kyoya!” She yells once more as she runs to your fiancé and jumps in his arms lovingly. Did you miss an episode? “My one and only prince.” Now you’ve lost it. You giggle as she hugs Kyoya so tenderly and he stands there not knowing how to respond. He looks over and gives you a death stare which you had to excuse yourself a bit to go on and laugh in the hallway.

“So Kyoya is your fiance?” Kaoru asks again, still not believing her words.

“Of course! My name is Renge Houshakuji, I’m a new first year transfer student.” She takes a quick sip of her tea and we can all hear the deep moan of despair Tamaki hums in the corner of the room.

“Why is he sulking?” You ask Haruhi who seems closer to him than you are, but Hikaru is faster with his answer.

“Because mommy kept a secret from daddy.” He simply says. Mommy and daddy? Kyoya is the mommy of the group and Tamaki’s your dad… This strangely made sense to you.

“Whatever…” Kyoya sighs.

“It was love at first sight!” Renge interrupts Tamaki’s sulking moment. “I couldn’t resist the way you were looking at those flowers in the backyard when no one else was looking.” She was sparkling with love and adoration.

“Could you maybe have the wrong person?” Haruhi suggests.

“No way! I could recognize my love anywhere!” She’s really into Kyoya. Maybe he did have another fiance, she’s pretty intense.

She rambles on and on about his characters and how perfect Kyoya is and to be honest you were bored of it already, until she said otaku… She’s in love with a character that looks like Kyoya… in a video game…

“I get it now, you’re in love with that character and you're projecting that love onto me.” He starts. “And you’ve deluded yourself thinking we are engaged.”

“So you’re not engaged to her?” Tamaki asks his friend.

“I am, but not to her.” He completes his statement. He could’ve said it sooner. “Besides, it's the first time I’ve met the woman.” Well, you’ve met him nine more times than she did and you’re engaged. Her story wouldn’t have surprised you if it was true.

“So Kyoya you’re the director of this club right?” She sits closer to him praising him on how hardworking he is. “I’m going to become the manager of this club so we can always work together and make the Host Club a better place!” She offers, you think. “We should advertise the club!” She squeals in pure joy. “I have to make some calls!”

She kidnapped your fiancé for the rest of your club activities before you went back to your afternoon classes.

“So what do you think of Renge?” You ask Mori and Honey as you both walk to your class together.

“She’s energetic.” Mori’s deep voice is heard.

“I think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have a lady manager cut some slacks from Kyoya, he’s always working.” Honey adds. He is always working if he’s not with a guest and would rather count numbers than be with one. Maybe Renge won’t be a bad addition to your group.

The day after was a day you weren’t expecting at all. Renge opened the large doors of the Host Club and slammed them shut behind her.

“Good morning my hosts! I have some great news for you! You guys are all lacking something fun, you need a difficult background so that more girls will be head over heels for you. Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya’s business? It’s my duty as manager to change your background and make it interesting. Let’s start with you!” She points at Honey’s who only showed fear towards Renge. “From now on you’ll be the baby-faced thug!” Honey as a thug, you wanted to laugh. “Mori, you'll be his childhood best friend! The twins will be basketball players torn over a girl.” This is getting way out of character. “Haruhi will be the honor student constantly bullied. Tamaki will be the lonely prince and as for you y/n!” She points back at you and you swore you had tears in your eyes from keeping that laughter inside. “You’ll be the young assistant manager who’s secretly in love with both basketball players!” Renge smiles proudly at her idea. Both twins? “And Kyoya, you stay exactly like you are because you are perfect!” She smiles as she pulls out her phone.

“That’s outrageous.” You laugh. “What kind of advertisement is that?” You giggle.

“Renge’s family is an important client to mine so please be polite so you stay on my family's good side.” Kyoya whispers to you as a warning.

“That’s a great idea, Renge!” You giggle. “Are we talking about hopeless romance or just stalking creepily?” You ask her trying to catch your breath.

“Hopeless romance! A love triangle with two future NBA players!” Gotcha! This day will certainly be entertaining, especially if you skip some class because of it.

“A love triangle is all it took to get you committed?” Kyoya asks disappointed.

“I get to flirt with handsome twins, why not?” You smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Remember, bachelors?” He politely nods. “Twin brothers torn over a girl causing them to fight over her on the court. What do you think, Renge?” You shout so she can hear your story.

“It’s perfect!” She yells back and you smile proudly at Kyoya.

“Have fun with your other fiancé.” You pat him on the shoulder.

“The camera crew is on their way!” She rushes to cling onto Kyoya’s arm.

The camera crew? You’re filming this advertisement?

It’s not just any camera crew, a Hollywood one! I guess they were already filming in Japan if they arrived not even half an hour after Renge’s call ended. and leave to go meet with the twins who changed uniforms for basketball ones.

“Looking good. I’m almost tempted to draft you for the NBA right now.” You giggle and they both snort at the same time. “Talk about looks, look at your manager's outfit.”

“It’s terrible.” Kaoru gags and you laugh, throwing your head back.

“It’s a little tight, but it’s cute, no?” You twirl to show your aggressively tight uniform. Renge picked her size over yours and it shows. You and your uniforms… “Well regardless, you’ll have to act like you’re madly in love with me.”

“Won’t be that hard.” Kaoru smiles and so does his twin.

“You’re pretty cute.” Hikaru adds and you smile with all your teeth. That’s a very bold statement to throw at seven in the morning especially since you’ve known them for, soon, two days. But compliments never hurt anyone.

“I believe you two should be in the gymnasium for your next scene.” A strong smell of cinnamon and expensive cologne fills your lungs. The twins roll their eyes and leave you with Kyoya.

“Renge found a bigger size for you so I don’t have to give you my jacket to hide your body … again.” He practically throws the new pair of clothes at your face.

“Renge found a bigger size or you did?” You chuckle as you stubble back from that surprise attack.

“Renge.” He turns around leaving you and your new blue jacket and leggings in your hands. Yeah right. Renge has been too focused on her scene with Kyoya which is the one after yours to get you a new uniform. He definitely picked it out so your outfit didn’t hug your curves too tightly.

It was now ten in the morning and your first basketball scene with the twins is finally the one the Hollywood crew was filming. The scene was simple! Hikaru had only to fall once as he was about to shoot and you, well since Renge didn’t like your acting, you were stuck with small lines and you were sitting on the bench eager to see the twins play. Then Kaoru would yell at him for missing his shot and then bring you into this.

Kyoya was standing next to Renge, her orders, and was watching the scene play out. The four other hosts were probably taking a break. It’s almost your turn to speak, better get ready!

“Well if you truly loved her you would’ve made that shot for her.” Hikaru yells at his brother pointing at you who’s on the bench acting as if you were about to cry. Renge definitely wrote the script, because no one would be moved by this stupid line.

“Please the both of you stop fighting! We still have a game to win!” You shout standing up from your seat.

“If Hikaru doesn’t do it, I will!” Kaoru walks confidently over to you, that’s not in the script. He’s supposed to ask you who you love the most. The camera follows him until he stops in front of you and cups you face with both of his hands. “I’ve loved you forever y/n, I’ve loved you longer than Hikaru did and I will never stop loving you more everyday.” Tears are filling his eyes as he speaks. He’s a great actor!

“Oh, Kaoru.” You say with sadness, yet with love. “I–” He doesn’t let you finish his sentence before he starts to lean in and carefully meet your lips. Your heart skipped a beat. Oh god! He was committed to that role, way more than you were. You pull away first before he can slip his tongue in your mouth.

“I can’t… I– I love Hikaru as much as I love you.” You say looking into his lustful eyes. The words were maybe empty, but his eyes told you that he wanted that kiss. You were in shock. You weren’t expecting him to do that, at all.

“CUT!” Renge’s voice echoes in the gym. “That was even better than what I wrote!” She squeals running towards you and your co-star.

“Is he still watching?” He whispers under his breath. “Kyoya.” You look over his shoulder and he’s nowhere to be found. You shake your head and he smirks to himself. What is he up to?

“Even I believed it.” Hikaru chuckles.

“Great job you three!” Renge comes over and inspect your new uniform. “It looks way better than the one I chose! Did you ask for another one?” She asks and you realize that you were right. He did pick it out for you, maybe he’s not so heartless as he pretends to be. Maybe, he too, tried to get to know you as well. Maybe he did try to make it work… in his own cold way.

Was Kaoru trying to make Kyoya jealous? Does he know about the two of you?

“Hey Kaoru?” You ask him, but he’s already gone with his brother god knows where.

You should maybe apologize for that kiss, after all you were still engaged to Kyoya and future members of the Ootori family, you shouldn’t be kissing everyone even if it’s acting. You somewhat feel guilty, but for what? He said it himself that he couldn’t care what you think of him, he probably doesn’t even care about you. He tries in his own way to care, you guessed, but giving clothes won’t be enough and will never be enough for you two to become acquainted. You shouldn’t feel bad. Legally you are engaged to him, but otherwise, you’re your own woman. You were so lost in your head that everyone, even the camera crew, had left the gym, except for the basketball team. That kiss really scrambled your thoughts.

You quickly left the gym as well to find your club members. The next scene is when Haruhi gets bullied by Honey, you can’t miss that! You rush towards the garden where you believe it was where they were going to film it and crash into something… someone, someone who was tall and lean, just like your Kyoya. You fall on top of the person you just quite literally pushed to the ground and surse yourself under your breath. That damn cologne fills your lungs.

“Kyoya! Are you hurt?” You ask in panic before realizing you were on top of him, faces inches from each other.

“I’m fine, although you did run over me like a train.” His laugh was dry and unkind.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologize for bumping into him like a maniac.

“Are you– okay?” He asks you gently, pushing you off of him. He stands up and offers you his hand which you take to help you stand up.

“Yes.” You simply say. “You left at the end of my scene, where were–” It didn’t matter where he was. “Was it because Kaoru k–”

“If you’re going to kiss anyone, let it not be one of the hosts for all of our reputations sake. You wouldn’t want all of our names dirtied because of your actions, right?” Such cruel words coming from a pretty face.

“Excuse you?” Was all you could say. The anger was building inside of you, burning your insides, your every thought. How dare he?

“I couldn’t care less what you do with your body, but don’t drag the Ootori name in your mess.” His tone is serious and deadly as if it was poison.

“It was for your fiancé's movie.” You snap. “Besides it wasn’t scripted, I was as shocked as you were.” You add bitterly. You spin around ready to leave him, but you stop. “I know you don’t like me, I don’t expect you to. To be honest I’m not sure I quite appreciate you either, but I felt bad about the kiss. Just so you know…” You finally leave him on the concrete.

You don’t know where you’re going, you just need to leave the camera crew and everyone behind for a little while so you can calm yourself down. You couldn’t care about the movie now. You wanted to be left alone for a bit, hell, you even wanted to go back to your classes. You understand his harsh reaction, so that’s why it makes it worse… The realization that if the roles were swapped you wouldn’t want your family name to be dragged in a cheating rumor… You hate him! You hate that you can’t be angrier about the situation! You hate him and this stupid arranged marriage. A fucking joke that was. A farce that everyone seemed to be in it except you. If you could be a commoner, you wouldn’t care how you look every time you go out, you wouldn’t be preoccupied with taking on your family's business or being engaged at your age…

Joining the Host Club was a bad idea, wanting to know him was a bad idea.

“You’re crying…” A soft squeaky voice is heard not so far from you, Renge. You were? You wipe your face with your sleeves in an unladylike manner and excuse yourself to Renge for seeing you like this. “Are you okay?”

“Just a little frustrated.” You admit facing her. The warm afternoon breeze hits the both of you sending some petals of the garden in the air. “There’s this boy that I’m… I’m trying to like for the sake of our families and I might’ve pissed him off.” You start. “He said something that hurt my feelings, maybe more my ego than my feelings and I’m frustrated because I feel like I can’t be mad at him.” You mumble and she nods.

“Was it the kiss?” You nod. “Was it one of the basketball boys?” You shake your head. A spark in her eyes was shining as if she understood who it was. “My Kyoya?” She asks and you nod once more.

“My Kyoya.” You sigh. “I didn’t mind you clinging on to him all day if that makes you feel better.” You try to reassure her.

“Still, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were engaged.” She’s a bit awkward about it. “I should’ve known he was, I guess I was a little delusional.” She adds and you refrain from agreeing with her. “If it helps the both of you, I can delete the kiss in the advertisement. I realize that I’ve pushed you guys to do this and I’m sorry y/n. I put you and Kyoya in an unfortunate situation.”

“It’s fine Renge, I actually had fun today.” You give her an apologetic smile and so does she. “You were pushy, but I forgive you. Friends?” You ask her to hold out your hand for her to shake and she wraps her arms around you. You’re surprised that the girl who had a crush on your fiancé is hugging you with all of her strength.

“Friends.” She confirms and you finally wrap your arms around her.

Renge is your first friend at Ouran Academy. You’re going to work on that part because you don’t know her well enough, but you’re glad you have someone in your corner to rely on. Friends. You like that idea nonetheless. You look behind her and you see Kyoya figure walking back from where he was. Was he going after you? Now you’re the one who’s delusional.

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honeymooneyy · 4 years ago

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my sirius

summary: sirius loses his memories due to a potion mishap and james fails to tell him that he’s been dating remus for two years

Sirius had never really been good at potions.

He wasn’t one to follow the directions, and that reflected in his potion-making skills. He liked to make changes to the recipe, despite his lack of skills to make executive decisions like that.

So when he had been brewing a particularly tricky potion with James - one that renders the drinker void of any memories for an hour, he probably shouldn’t have tweaked the recipe.

But as Sirius stared down at the murky green goop, he wished for some pizazz. So he took matters into his own hands. A funky potion like this should look a lot cooler, he decided. Granted, it probably wasn’t a good decision to add that mystery white powder in the back of the cupboard.

The second it touched the surface of his potion, it erupted out and onto Sirius. What happened next, was utter chaos.

Slughorn was screaming at James to scourgify the cauldron, which he did with a shaky wave of his wand. Remus and Peter were on the floor in a fit of laughter, much like the rest of the class - even Snape was smiling. And Sirius, well poor Sirius wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. Or who he was.

He turned to the tan boy next to him, who’s dark eyes were locked on his, worry evident in them. He opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “Sirius?”

Serious?

“What?” Was the only reply he could muster. What was happening? What was serious? Who was this boy, and why did he look so concerned?

“Did you, y’know, get any in your mouth?” The boy questioned, tilting his head a bit. His glasses reflected a bit when he did so, no longer allowed him to see his eyes.

“Who are you?”

James deflated, turning to the man who was quivering in the corner. “Professor?”

“It’s all fine,” The supposed Professor announced, holding his hands up. “I have a couple counteractive potions. James, son, what did he put in there?”

“Er, I’m not sure, I didn’t see.” The boy, James, turns back to their cauldron before reaching for a small bottle of white powder. “I think it was this.”

The Professor squints at the bottle before sighing. “I’m not entirely sure what that was. We could try all three of the counter acting potions? They don’t mess with one another, and I’m sure one of them will work. Alright, I think we’ve had enough of this, class dismissed early, James stay here with Sirius. Please clean up properly!”

The class began to put their materials away, whispering different cleaning spells as to not disturb the silence that had descended upon the class. Sirius assumed his name must be Sirius and James must not have been speaking of the emotion earlier. He stood at the small table with the dark cauldron, awkwardly shifting his weight as the Professor sifted through his drawers.

In the end, he pulled out three small vials and handed them to James who brought them to Sirius. He flashed him a bright grin. “Drink up!”

Sirius didn’t ask very many questions, though he felt as if he was bursting with them. He simply tilted his head back to swallow the liquids back, one after the other, cringing at the taste of the last one.

James and the Professor continued to stare at him and Sirius stared back.

“What’s my name?” The Professor questioned after a moment of silence.

“I don’t- I don’t know, sorry,” Sirius apologized, his ears burning as he shrunk under their inquisitive gazes.

James sighed but the Professor didn’t seem to put off. “No worries, Black. I’ll take a look at that powder and I should have an antidote whipped up soon enough. Besides, if too much didn’t go wrong with your potion, you should get your memories back within the hour. James, why don’t you take him down to the medical wing to wait?”

He must’ve messed up the potion because an hour later, he was still unknowing to who he was.

James had filled him in on where he was - Hogwarts - and who he was - Sirius Black - but hadn’t given him too much information. He had assured that he’d get his memories back soon enough so there was no point. But the outcome was starting to look pretty bleak and soon enough, the nice nurse lady was sending Sirius away with James seeing as nothing could be done.

“It’ll be fine, Sirius, Slughorn will get you back to normal soon enough. I reckon you’ll remember everything by tomorrow, no worries. And Remus and Peter will love this!” James seemed extremely enthusiastic, despite the fact that his best friend had no memories.

“Does this sort of thing happen often?” Sirius was barely keeping up with James’ quick pace as he tried to absorb the castle he seemed to be in.

“Losing your memories? Not to any of us, but I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet. We’re always getting into trouble. We’re kinda known for our pranks.”

James seemed pretty proud and Sirius smiled at the thought of pranks.

“Anyway, we’re in Gryffindor. There’s four houses, but I don’t think you need to know the others, right now. The password is Ficklepuffs, don’t forget that or else you can’t get in.”

Sirius nodded, mouthing the word and hoping he’ll be able to remember it.

“Okay, let’s not stay in the common room too long. Better if you don’t have to deal with all the questions. Let’s go to our dorm room. We share it with Remus and Peter.”

Sirius followed him up the stairs wordlessly, ignoring the stares from the others in the common room. James pushed a door open and Sirius stepped into the warm room, his eyes flitting around before finding a boy sitting on one of the four beds

The blonde one looked up at him before directing his gaze towards James. “Is he all fixed up yet?”

James grimaced a bit, “No, we’re waiting for Slughorn to make an antidote. Poppy told us to bring him up here and make him comfortable until the potions wears off or whenever Slughorn makes the antidote. Whichever happens first.”

Sirius just stood in the center of the room, unsure what exactly he was supposed to do. All four of the beds looked exactly the same, and though James had taken the bed next to the blonde boy’s bed, the other two seemed too similar. James must’ve noticed his discomfort because he nodded his head towards one of the beds before speaking to the other boy in hushed tones.

The bed was large with thick curtains around it, probably for privacy. The bed was made neatly and Sirius felt bad as he settled on top, wrinkling the sheets. On the bedside table was a book or two that seemed pretty untouched, and a dog toy?

“Hey, Sirius!” The blonde boy waved to get his attention. “I’m Peter.”

“Hi Peter.” Sirius waved back only for the other boys’ jaw to drop open as he shot James a look.

“He can talk?”

“Of course he can talk, you dolt. He lost his memories not his knowledge. I bet he can still do maths and stuff. He just doesn’t know how he learned it, I think.” James turned to Sirius with a thoughtful look. “What’s four plus four?”

“Eight,” Sirius replied immediately, much to his surprise.

“See! You know how you learned that? Who taught you?”

Sirius shifted uncomfortably. “No, not really.”

James gave Peter a knowing look. “See. James is always right, that’s why we don’t question James.”

“Oh quit it with the third person.” Peter rolled his eyes though his lips were quirked up a bit in a smile.

James continued to speak in third person and Sirius watched the banter with a small smile. Eventually Peter shoved James away, speaking of some essay he needed to finish, so James came over to bother him.

“I know you don’t really remember me, but we’ve been best mates since first year. That’s when we were elven.” James fills him in, perching on the edge of his bed.

“And now we’re...?”

“Seventeen. Er, well you are. Your birthday was about a month ago, November third. Remus and I are still sixteen.”

Sirius nods, soaking in this information. “And we’ve been dorm mates since then?”

“Yep! Actually, you live with me now. But don’t worry about that, you’ll get your memories back soon enough,” James reassured though Sirius didn’t fully believe him.

His thoughts were broken by the door slamming open as another boy stalked in. He was muttering angrily and when he saw the Peter, he turned toward him. “My blasted book was on the other side of the school! This is what I get for trying to study for Charms!”

Sirius just watched, mouth agape, because he had never seen someone this attractive. He knew he hasn’t seen very many people in the past hour, his only memories, but he’s sure no one else could compare. Though his side profile is all Sirius can see at the moment, he still marvels at his golden brown hair and the flutter of freckles splattering his face. His cheeks are flushed pink, probably from his journey to the other side of the school, and matched his lips that were moving rapidly as he complains.

And then he seems to realize that Sirius is there because he turns to him, and Sirius squirmed under the intensity of his amber eyes. “Did Slughorn’s antidote work?”

Sirius can barely manage a shake of his head.

This seems to upset the boy further because he groans and falls back onto his bed, hands dragging down his face. Sirius can’t help but follow his actions as his jumper hitches up to reveal a patch of pale skin. A jagged scar peaks out from under it, and though it’s faded to a silvery white, Sirius internally flinches at the thought of how it felt.

Though James was still on his bed, he couldn’t help but continue to sneak glances at Remus. Something about him, and his presence, seemed comforting. But he seemed in distress and Sirius wanted to offer that same comfort he found.

“If he’s Peter, you’re Remus, right?” Sirius can tell Remus is upset and maybe he just wanted to talk to his friend? While Sirius isn’t really Sirius, he can try. And then he stupidly introduces himself, “I’m Sirius.”

“I know,” Remus replies flatly, still stretched out on his bed. “And you’re the biggest idiot I know.”

Sirius cringes back, regretting the choice to open his mouth. He glances at James who just waves it off.

“He’s not mad, it’s just Remus.” James leans back as he stretches his leg out to prod Remus with a toe, then squealing when Remus grabbed said toe and yanked him so he almost slid off the bed. “Oi!”

Sirius waited for him to get situated again before leaning in to hiss, “You didn’t tell me I was gay! Or that Remus is so attractive! What the fuck, mate?”

To his surprise James just laughs, “Oh, right. Sorry, it’s not something I thought I would have to tell you, I dunno, I didn’t think about it. And what? I was supposed to introduce Remus as the hot one?”

“Yes,” Sirius replied, genuinely. “This is important information!”

“Right, sorry. But you don’t have to whisper, it’s not really a secret.”

Sirius narrows his eyes, “Being gay or thinking Remus is attractive?”

“Both. They go hand in hand, really, if you think about it.” James nods thoughtfully before smiling again reassuringly. “You’ll remember soon enough.”

“Right. So he knows I think he’s hot?”

“I would hope so.”

Sirius frowns at this, “You hope so? What, does everyone know?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Wait a minute, what exactly are we?” This time the question is directed to Remus who has been lying on his bed, quiet but no doubt listening in on their conversation.

Remus turns his head over to look at Sirius, his eyes flickering over his face before a smile is pulling at his lips as he says, “Friends. Since first year.”

“Yeah, yeah, everything since first year.” Sirius visibly deflates at this information. What was Sirius With Memories doing? How could he bear to be just friends with someone like that? And now he had gone asking dumb questions, no doubt a problem that will soon arise.

It took a mere couple of seconds before the problem rose.

James stood up, dusting off his pants in a big show before turning to Peter. “Let’s head down to dinner, yeah? I think it’s better if we leave Sirius back here, Remus, you’ll stay?”

Remus hummed a reply, now turning to lie on his stomach, burrowing his head into his arms. He looked so cuddly Sirius itched to wiggle into his embrace.

“Wait! I want to come, I want dinner, I’m hungry.” Sirius stood too but James waved him off.

“Nah, too many questions. We’ll bring you back some food, Remus too. And Poppy said to make him comfortable so Remus, I dunno, tuck him into bed or something.” James didn’t leave much time to argue, slipping out of the dorm door with Peter close behind him.

Sirius just stood there, awkwardly, now unsure what to do. He glanced at Remus who still had his head burrowed in his arms, and then at the door, considering just running after James and Peter. Why did he have to say something about Remus being attractive? Even if James was right and Remus already knew, it was so awkward!

“Are you going to change?” Remus asked, pulling Sirius out of his thoughts. His eyes flickered over Sirius’ figure before glancing back at him with a small smile. “You’re covered in that goop. I can clean off your bed, go get changed.”

Sirius assumed the trunk at the foot of his bed must have his clothes, and much to his luck, he was right. He just reached for some random pants and a shirt before spotting a fuzzy jumper in the corner. He grabbed it too.

Remus was muttering some sort of spell on the bed and the green patches were slowly disappearing. Throwing him one last glance, Sirius entered the bathroom and quickly changed out of his soiled clothes. Once he was clean, he grimaced at the state of his hair. Thankfully, it had been spared from the potion, for the most part, but was a tangly mess, no doubt from his nervous fiddling. He tried to rake his fingers through it but it didn’t do much so he just returned to the room.

Remus had cleaned his bed and was on his own now, fidgeting with a comb. When he spotted Sirius his eyes brightened and his smile grew a bit as he waved him over. “C’mere, I’ll fix your hair.”

Sirius ducked his head bashfully as he approached Remus’ bed before gingerly crawling onto it, sitting down in front of him. He was acutely aware of how close Remus was too him and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Sirius forced himself to sit perfectly still as nimble fingers began carding through his hair, working through the knots.

“Oh, Sirius, how did this even happen?” Remus murmured, his voice quiet enough that it made Sirius blush. This whole thing felt so intimate and it didn’t help that Remus kept brushing against his back as he fixed his hair.

“I dunno,” Sirius whispered back.

“S’okay, love, I think I can get the knots out.”

The nickname slipped out so naturally it sounded as if he said it every day, but it didn’t stop Sirius from freezing, his leg pausing in it’s bouncing. Remus must’ve noticed too because his fingers stilled in Sirius’ hair.

“Shit, I couldn’t even go fifteen minutes, could I?” He tutted, before continuing to work through his hair. “Sorry, Sirius. Your face when I walked in was too priceless, I couldn’t not have some fun with it. I loved your reaction to me saying we’re just friends.”

Sirius wasn’t completely sure what was happening, but he found his voice. “So we’re not friends?”

Remus snorted at this, “No. We’ve been dating since fourth year. Almost two years, now, I think.”

“Oh.”

Sirius’ head was whirling. He was dating Remus? And the others really didn’t bother saying anything about it? Again, this seemed like important information! Your name is Sirius Black, you’re gay, you have a hot boyfriend...the basics!

Remus laughed again and ran his comb through Sirius’ now tangle-free hair. “All done.”

Sirius turned around so he could face Remus who was now settled back down and was leaning against his headboard. “Thank you.”

“Look at you, so polite. If only Sirius could be like this every day.” Remus shook his head but his words held no venom. “Do you want me to braid it so it doesn’t get tangled again?”

Sirius didn’t really know what to say to him, seeing as they were boyfriends though he had no memory of this. So he just nodded mutely, turning back around so Remus could braid his hair. He worked in silence and Sirius greatly appreciated it.

When he was finished he patted Sirius’ shoulder and he turned around again. Remus was watching him with a warm smile and it encouraged him to voice his thoughts, “Do you think Slughorn will we be able to make an antidote?”

“For you memories? I’m sure he will. He’s pretty talented,” Remus assured, his hands reaching out to brush a couple loose strands out of Sirius’ face. “Don’t worry too much. We’ll work it out tomorrow.”

Sirius nods but he doesn’t feel very confident in the Professor’s abilities. “This is scary. I don’t know anything or anyone. It’s weird, though, I kind of still have emotions associated with people? So I feel things but I don’t know why.”

“I’m sure it’s terrifying. But you’re safe with us, I promise you trust us when you’re normal. And for the emotions? It’s probably like muscle memory but with feelings? Can you describe it? Like me for example?”

Heat crawls onto Sirius’ face and he dropped his gaze to his lap. “You’re warm. Like, my chest feels all warm on the inside. But also kind of swirly, I don’t know. It’s positive, I know that. I cared about you a lot, I think.”

“You did. I care about you a load too.” Remus reaches out to gently link their fingers together. “I was kind of scared about you never remembering me again, but I don’t think Dumbledore would let that happen. He’s the headmaster here.”

“I wish I could remember you. You seem worth remembering.”

Remus’ mouth fell open a bit at his words and then he was pulling Sirius into a tight hug, holding him against his chest. “That’s so cheesy but so sweet, oh my god, Sirius.”

Sirius laughed at this, but wrapped his own arms around Remus, laying his head onto Remus’ chest. The embrace felt so natural he couldn’t help but melt into it, sighing softly.

And that’s exactly when James and Peter burst through the door, holding plates of food. When James caught sight of them he exclaimed, “Remus! Get away from him! He doesn’t remember anything, poor Sirius! You’re a stranger! He’s a stranger!”

“He’s not a stranger,” Remus protested, continuing to hold Sirius, chin tucked over the top of his head. “He’s my Sirius.”

Sirius smiled into his sweater at his words. He quite liked the sound of that - my Sirius.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #remus lupin #sirius black #remus lupin x sirius black #sirius black x remus lupin #wolfstar oneshot #wolfstar drabble #marauders #marauders era #hp #harry potter

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robin-the-toy-wonder · 2 years ago

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In light of the [probable] announcement of the Fantastic Four (2024) cast, I just wanna bring up a couple of my thoughts about who’s gonna be who. Before anyone rolls their eyes at me, this isn’t a fan cast, not that there’s anything wrong with those. But if Marvel has chosen not to cast a Jewish actor for Ben Grimm and a Romani actor for Victor Von Doom, I think we should all riot. I was talking about this fact with a coworker yesterday and he mentioned that it might be hard to find a specific Romani actor for Dr. Doom and I disagree with that, like a lot. Like so much that I’m still thinking about it a day later. (Obviously I’m not holding anything against my coworker for this because he wasn’t saying it to be mean or anything). Anyways here are my thoughts below the cut. Disclaimer: I am Jewish but if any Romani folks wanted to share info with me I am all ears :)

Disney (and by extension Marvel) has the power and reach to find even the most niche of actors, and anything less should be considered laziness. Also it’s not like Romani people are non-existent, there are so many Romani actors and actresses! A quick google search will show you that much. They already white washed Wanda, and even though Elizabeth Olsen has done a great job, they really should’ve cast her properly.

Obviously the same goes for Ben Grimm’s casting, they really can’t just erase his Jewish heritage after they gave us the bare minimum in terms of Jewish rep in Moon Knight. Stan Lee and Jack Kirby (the founders of Marvel Comics in case you didn’t know) were both Jewish!! Marvel was made by Jewish people for Jewish (and non-Jewish) audiences and I’m so tired of having it be erased!

On a lighter note I’m excited to see who plays Reed and Doom because I am a diehard Doomreed shipper (dw Reed and Sue just have an open relationship) and I can’t wait to see if they have good chemistry. Fingers crossed y’all. Please do this right Marvel or next thing we know Magneto is also going to be white, but that’s a story for another time.

#mr fantastic #fantastic four #doctor doom #victor von doom #ben grimm #the thing #sue storm #johnny storm #fantastic four (2024)#fantastic four (2024) cast announcement #jewish representation #romani people #don’t whitewash the MCU

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demonsandmischief · 4 years ago

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My Warrior Wolf - Ch. 2

Marvel - A Bucky Barnes Werewolf AU

Warrior! Bucky x Human! Female Reader

Here's Chapter 1

1K Words

-Chapter 2-

You and the mysterious Bucky spend some time together.

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"Bucky met his mate," Sam announced to Steve in an obnoxiously happy voice.

"Do you ever shut up?" Bucky asked. Sam clapped him on the shoulder with a grin.

Sam wasn't fazed. He never was, and Bucky was grateful for that. Sam and him were completely different and they bantered, but they were brothers, and he was glad that he put up with his attitude.

Steve frowned, standing up to lean against his desk, folding his arms against his chest. "You don't seem very excited, Bucky. This is what wolves dream about - what I dream about. It's a blessing."

Bucky nodded with a frown, "I know, I know. She's just too perfect for me."

"Don't pull that shit, man. You don't even know her yet. Get this, what if you're too perfect for her?" asked Sam.

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"I bet he didn't even talk to her," Steve realized with a grin, speaking directly to Sam.

Sam chuckled, "How much do you want to bet?"

"I've had enough of you two," Bucky stated. "I've got to run the borders anyway."

"Particularly the east side, near a certain house," Sam teased.

"Alright," Steve soothed calmly. "Enough. Both of you. We still have a few hours left of work to do. We'll catch up with you for dinner, okay, Buck?" His words were soft, concerning, as he gave him a look that told him he was worried.

He nodded stiffly, happy to be alone to gather his overwhelming thoughts.

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The following day, you were left with a disaster. The appliance company came, but they didn't bother to tell you that they didn't do any of the hookup and left the stove and refrigerator sitting in the middle of your house.

And just as you were contemplating how to move the things yourself, there was a knock on your door.

"Hi," you greeted Bucky. He was all alone, and he seemed unsure, with his hands stuffed in his pocket.

"Hi," he gave you the slightest quirk of the lips before continuing, "I remember you mentioning you were getting some appliances today. I wanted to make sure you were okay and didn't need any help."

"That was very kind of you." There was a gentle, excited flutter in your chest, and you gave him a genuine smile. You pushed open the front door so he could see the disaster.

"Ouch," he gave a low chuckle that only increased the butterflies. "Can I help?"

"Please tell me you know how to hook up an oven or refrigerator."

"Today's your lucky day."

You welcomed him inside, watching him take in your tiny little place. He looked like a giant. You didn't realize how tall he was until he was standing right next to you. He wore gloves, which was odd but you didn't question it. You had insecurities of your own.

"We should probably get these in their spots first," he said, walking closer to the bulky, giant things.

"How do you want to do that?" you asked, but you watched, amazed, as he lifted the oven up by himself, like it weighed nothing more than a bag of feathers. "Wait, let me help you. You're going to hurt yourself."

Bucky smiled to himself. He liked that you worried. It was sweet. "I've got this one. You can help me with the fridge, alright?"

It was quiet after that. It wasn't awkward, but you found yourself wanting to watch him more than anything. You hoped he knew what he was doing. The last thing you needed was the wires to short circuit.

It took Bucky a few hours, but he got everything wired up and connected. Honestly, he was pleased to do it himself. He could ensure it was done properly and you would be safe. It was a peace of mind.

"Thank you so much for this, Bucky."

You said his name for the first time and it felt like a dream. He was certain he had died and gone to heaven.

"I was happy to do it. Anytime you need me," he gave you a gentle smile, a real one that made you blush all pretty. For the first time in a very long time, he felt peace. He wished he didn't have to leave.

You were thinking the same thing. You were enjoying Bucky's company way too much, and you were trying to think of ways for him to stay.

"Should we give it a try?" you offered. "I don't have many groceries yet, but I do have pancake mix and blueberries."

Luckily, the mix was a just-add-water type of deal, but it was still really exciting to finally be able to cook something that wasn't in the microwave.

"So, what do you do as work?" you asked curiously as you stirred the batter.

"I have an office job, but I do some personal training on the side," he lied smoothly, watching you intently. There was something comforting about watching you move around the kitchen. He could stare at you all day.

Bucky wanted to reach out to touch you - just a brush against you arm or your hand, but he knew it would strengthen the mate bond.

He was still unsure about everything, but he had a strong desire to be around you, to tell you everything and anything. And the fact that he wanted to be vulnerable with you scared him a little.

He couldn't deny your beauty, nor your loving personality. He had decided to come visit you after thinking about what Steve said. You were a blessing, especially after all the shit he had been through. He deserved this - letting himself experience something good, even if it was just for a little while.

Here's Chapter 3.

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bitch-im-your-biggest-nightmare · 4 years ago

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No! This isn’t how you’re supposed to play the game! [Father!Corpse x Child!Reader]

Part 2 of Goddamnit kid, now they know I’m a single father! Warnings: None Summary: While streaming Among Us, Corpse decides to teach his kid Y/N how to play the game! A/N: And yes my warnings have the non-warning as well, just so you know what to expect from the story. Also, Requests for Cr1tiKal and Corpse Husband are always open! Ask or message me if you have any ideas. Also, message or ask if you’d like to be tagged- just please state what kind of fics you wanna be tagged be on. I’m always open to tag people! Request: Yes Tag list: @save-the-sky @alilshit @whatifwedo @hughugh20 @fleurmoon @bi-andready-tocry @itsminniekat @yoongi-holland @loraleiix @hacker-ghost @fanworrior @marvelous-musicals @annshit @unknown-and-invisible @letsloveimagines @hairbrush-anon @babyhoneystvles

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“Oh by the way guys I have Y/N here for the stream today.” Corpse said to his chat as he moved his little guy around in Among Us. “Hai!” Y/N said happily. Corpse had them sitting on his lap just chilling and watching their father play. It has been a couple months since the announcement of Y/Ns existence happened and everyone fell in love. Corpse did have to tell Y/N how to deal with it and not to share his identity to anyone who asks. He was enjoying a happy life, getting so much support by his fans and his friends. Life was good, for once. But with happiness comes sadness, and of course with friendliness comes hatred. And there was hate.

People did not trust Corpse with a child, sadly. The hashtag ‘CorpseCPS’ trended on Twitter before someone came out and told everyone to fuck off. But even if that hashtag stopped, that didn’t stop the haters. People still tweeted about it, hated on Corpses kid, and just been assholes.

“Corpse Husband is not fit to be a father. He already told a majority of his fans about his mental problems, so do you really think he will raise that kid properly? #CorpseCPS”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if Y/N will grow up to not be able to sleep at night. Just like their father.”

“I stg I bet Y/N is terrified of Corpse. Have you heard his music and seen his videos? I wouldn’t trust someone like him with a child, he could emotionally abuse them. Someone call CPS!!! #CorpseCPS”

“Who the fuck is accepting single fathers? Children belong to their mothers, not their fathers. I hope @Corpse_Husband realized how he fucked up and gives that poor kid back to its mother.”

“Bet that the mother of Corpses kid fought so much for custody on that poor child on god.”

“Someone save this child. #CorpseCPS”

It really got to Corpse, making him think he wasn’t capable of raising Y/N. Was everybody right? Was he going to mess this child up? He didn’t like thinking about, but his mind always trailed back to it. It worried him, the only thing he wanted was to make his kid happy. Was he doing a bad job? Was his kid going to grow up wrong?

“Can you guys please let me live my life and raise my kid? Don’t think you’d feel good if someone said you weren’t capable of raising the kid you had. Jesus.”

Corpse Tweeted that when the anxiety and bad thoughts got too much for him, hoping this would calm them down. But one small Tweet doesn’t go a long way sometimes. He was glad most of his fanbase supported him, at least his friends did. And now he didn’t have to worry about the haters. Right now, it was streaming with Y/N time.

“Alright Y/N, you control the little astronaut like this..” Corpse put Y/Ns hand on the mouse and put his over it, moving his horned avatar through the halls on the screen. “Those red words are my gamer tag, Corpse. Red means im an imposter and white means crewmate. The goal of the game as an imposter is to kill everyone without them finding out its you. The crewmates need to find out who the imposter is an eject them.”

“Okeh!” Y/N said excitedly and laughed.

Corpse smiled fondly. He loved Y/Ns laugh, it melted his heart. “Ok, see those cameras?” Y/N nodded, “You gotta be careful killing people around those, someone could be watching.” Corpse moved to electrical, “See? This is electrical. And there's, felix. Whoop, now hes dead.”

“That was mean!” Y/N whined.

“It’s the point of the game though!” Corpse quickly vented. “Okay, to kill people, you click this.” He showed Y/N how to kill people, “And to hop into a vent to get away, you click this.” He showed Y/N how to vent. “Now, during an emergency meeting you need an alibi.”

“Whats an alibi?” Y/N asked, glancing up at their fathers face.

“If someone blames you for wiping someone out, you have to have an excuse to why you didn’t do it. That’s an alibi.” Corpse explained, heading down the hallway. “So next time after the next emergency meeting, you will play! Sound fun?” He smiled when Y/N replied with an upbeat yes. Then a body was reported, “Ok Y/N, don’t tell anyone it was us, alright?” Y/N nodded.

“Where was the body?” Poki asked.

“I found it in electrical.” Sykkuno replied.

“I did see Sean go that way.” Corpse said, making Sean instantly reply.

“I was just passing by!” Sean argued, “What about you Corpse? Didn’t you go near electrical?”

“It was you Sean I saw it wit my own 2 eyes!” Y/N called out, making everyone nearly die.

“Well you can’t really argue with that one Sean.” Charlie chuckled.

“Vote Sean the council has decided.” Sykkuno declared.

“Wha-- I- B--” Sean stuttered as everyone vote for him. Soon, they all watched him float into the abyss of space.

Corpse chuckled, “You’re my superpower Y/N. Ok, I’ll guide you along but its your turn to play.”

Y/N made a happy squeal, putting their hand over the mouse and moving the astronaut across the screen excitedly. Corpse guided them along, having his hand placed over theirs. “Ok Y/N, be careful. remember, there are cameras.”

“Okie.” Y/N said, heading down the hallway. They walked around for a bit and Corpse helped them fake tasks. “Ok, see Toast? We’re gonna kill him.” Corpse checked for cameras, “Do you remember how?” Corpse asked.

“Yah!” Y/N moved the astronaut forward, killing Toast.

“Ok now vent, vent vent vent!” Corpse said, leaning forward and moving the astronaut to hover over the vent. Y/N stalled but clicked the right button, quickly venting right when Poki walked in. A dead body was reported, and they were back at the emergency meeting.

“It was Corpse!! It was Corpse!! I saw him vent!” Poki screamed, being way too loud to Corpse, but he didn’t mind anymore.

“That wasn’t me.” Corpse lied, “Where was the body?”

“I found it it navigation! You vented!” Poki said.

“Mmm nah it wasn’t me. I was in storage.” Corpse lied again, making Y/N feel pretty damn bad. I swear, this child was so innocent. They couldn’t stand seeing lies and murders happening. So, they said “It was dad!”

“HAH! They just exposed you!” Sean laughed loudly.

“Oh my god the betrayal.” Charlie laughed as well.

“Vote Corpse!” Poki yelled, “I told you!”

“Y/N knows whats right.” Sykkuno said, voting for Corpse.

Corpse gasped, “Noo! that’s not how’re supposed to play the game!” Corpse sighed, watching as everyone voted for him. Y/N frowned, “Im sorry..” Corpse hugged Y/N, “no no it’s fine. Just don’t betray me like that.” he chuckled, watching his astronaut float through space. He sighed again, “Better luck next time. Guess I have to train you how to be a ghost.”

Y/Ns eyes lit up, “Yaaaayyyy!~”

~The End~

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rokutouxei · 4 years ago

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hiding hunger

ikemen vampire | E | 6198 le comte de saint-germain / OC

Seiya has always kept her feelings for Comte under wraps, but what happens when something lets it slip? Will it finally awaken what has been hiding in Comte's heart for the longest time?

When Seiya realizes that her most treasured bound leather notebook is in Arthur’s hands, her instinct is to lunge at him. What she doesn’t expect is that he would drop it.

Her heart falls to the ground as quickly as her notebook does; the loose sheets of paper littered extensively with little notes about and drawings of no one else but him, of course, Le Comte de Saint-Germain, fly out into the air.

To fall like paper snow onto the waiting garden, where said Comte is taking his afternoon tea.

“Arthur!” is the most of a reprimand she manages to shriek out before she’s running off to the stairs to pick up what’s left of her dignity scattered on the garden grounds.

By the time she gets there, Sebastian has picked up a considerable amount of her loose drawings, both to her relief and embarrassment. She scrambles to gather what else is there, her face heating up with every page she lifts. Comte, reading in the study. Comte, addressing the residents at a dinner party. Comte, in the more formal clothes he wears for events. Comte, Comte, Comte.

All her wandering thoughts about him, strewn across the grass like confetti.

Arthur arrives soon after, to reach out an arm to help. She frowns at him deeply, the corners of her eyes shiny with tears.

“Now, now, no need to be so up—”

“This is your fault,” Seiya whispers lowly, trying her best so that Comte does not hear her. The tone in her voice makes Arthur stand back up, hand scratching the back of his neck.

She doesn’t know what to do. Her little crush on le Comte wasn’t exactly a secret—but it sort of was. To Comte, at least. Her closest friends had an inkling, but Vincent and Isaac weren’t exactly the type that pried. She’s sure Sebastian knows just because he’s Sebastian. And the more observant ones like Arthur and Theo definitely would have known too.

And Maybe Comte, too, but—there’s nothing like confirming a rumor, confessing a crime, with a gallery’s worth of art stumbling out of a window, right?

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to say it: keeping it a secret was just the least she could do to quiet her heart.

Leonardo is one of her closest companions. He has also been with Saint-Germain longer than anyone else in the mansion. So when Leonardo told her not to keep her hopes up about Comte, she said, “okay.”

And at this point, she’s mastered the art of keeping her feelings bottled tightly in her heart. She pours it out only in the scribbles of her pen.

And now it was here, laid bare in front of Saint-Germain’s eyes.

She holds back the sniffle as she gets up from her knees. Sebastian approaches her while she’s dusting her skirt, a sheaf of her drawings in hand. Her heart rises to her throat once she notices that the Comte is, in fact, watching her.

She has only the briefest of moments to speak before her voice goes away altogether. With a nod to Sebastian in thanks, she says, “Sorry for interrupting your tea time, Comte,” bowing lowly in regret before turning away again, heading off to the mansion sadly, Arthur following close behind.

Comte watches her without a word as she makes her escape back to the mansion. He had wanted to help, rising from his chair to pick up some of the illustrations, but he was sent back down by Sebastian. The butler said he should leave the menial task to him. That was rather true, by etiquette, but in consideration of the contents of the drawings, Comte knew better.

He knows Seiya is an artist. She spends a lot of her free time drawing quietly in nooks and crannies she finds comfortable to work in. Sometimes she joins Vincent out when he paints. Sometimes she accompanies Napoleon and Isaac when they go to teach the kids, so she can sketch and draw out in the city with company. She had even shown him some of her illustrations in the past—but only with a little nagging from Leonardo.

…Ah, yes, Leonardo.

Seiya and Leonardo have a peculiar relationship, one that Comte has always thought was akin to lovers. When she first arrived at the mansion, Comte had asked his old friend if he could leave Seiya in his care. There were complaints—as he expected—but Leonardo took up the favor in time. It has been months since then, and she and Leonardo are rather intimately close to one another; it’s easy to find them snuggled against each other in random sofas in the mansion sleeping. There are also mornings when they both emerge out of Leonardo’s room in the morning for breakfast.

It was hard not to imagine that they were lovers.

But were they?

Comte had never given it much thought because while the hunger resides in him, a wolf sleeping in the cave, he isn’t the type to go after something, someone, that his friend already holds. He has no interest in coveting something that isn’t available to him, to begin with. In hindsight, he recalls that Leonardo hadn’t spoken to him about anything regarding his relationship with Seiya either, so perhaps—

“More tea, sir?”

He takes a deep breath. Thinks of Seiya with her lavender hair and her light blue eyes, glassy when she looked at him earlier, sheets of paper with his face on it in her hands.

The heart is a troublesome thing, he thinks, as he hands his teacup quietly to Sebastian.

Saint-Germain had intended to just let it unravel.

For the mystery to go on its own pace. For him to wait until Seiya is ready to tell her feelings for him to his face.

Unfortunately for the poor Comte, his heart is a stubborn one.

It happens before he even notices—how his eyes begin to wander. Up and down the mansion when he is unoccupied, hoping for a glimpse of her in the hallway. When he sees her and she is busy, he watches. Eyes grazing the curves of her body, the long lines of her legs, and the roundness of her breasts arching against the seams of her corset.

Seiya is a quiet girl, and for that, she does most of her talking through the rest of her body; the way she tugs at her sleeves when she is nervous, the little tug of the corner of her mouth when she is pleased, the crinkle of her nose when she is embarrassed, the way her eyebrows shoot up when she is surprised. Comte had noticed these in the past, and perhaps have teased her a little about it as well, but—until now, he hadn’t really thought much about it.

It’s different now.

Now, when he gets the opportunity to talk to her, he notices all the little things: the flush on her cheeks, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear, the way she curls forward toward him when he speaks. It even gets to the point where he gets embarrassed with how lost he is in the conversation, marveling at all the little details he is only now noticing. How much had he been missing all this time, and how long had he been blind?

This goes on for days, then weeks. Comte is astonished at himself for every little thing he notices. He and Seiya do not bring up what had happened with the drawings. Perhaps they do not need to. Eventually they return to their friendly conversations as if nothing had happened at all, as if it was just another mishap tucked away into the past.

He never sees the notebook again—as if she is much more careful with where it is now, away from his sight.

But there are other things Comte notices.

About himself. The way something in his heart stills whenever he sees her cuddled against Leonardo in the library while reading a book. The way a smile rises golden in his face whenever she comes up to him, to tell him about a new painting or a new musical piece or a new chapter of Sherlock Holmes. The way his heart pounds when it’s late at night and he remembers her, a fleeting thought that casts glitters all over his mind, thoughts he will try to brush away but still find there, hiding in its corners, an eternity from now.

The way he becomes more watchful of how Leonardo takes care of her—has she eaten? Where did she fall asleep, where are you carrying her to?—like he is trying to take on the role, see if he can fit a spot next to her in between the two of them, even if he isn’t so sure she is his for the taking.

Le Comte de Saint-Germain is a greedy man.

Leonardo knows this. And Leonardo notices.

Comte does not.

And just like that, the sleeping wolf begins to wake.

Leonardo doesn’t often go out on trips. In his long history of staying with Saint-Germain, Leonardo’s trips were often of the “I don’t know if I’ll come back” nature—the kind with the hanging goodbyes only those who have the rest of eternities to live can truly become accustomed to.

He goes to the city, sure, beloved as he is to the other citizens downtown, but to go out on long trips outside of Paris isn’t something that occurred a lot, except if he was running away. So when Leonardo announces that he would be out for “a couple of weeks to the countryside”, Comte knows that there is something up.

And true enough, there is something up, because when asked why he was leaving, Leonardo’s answer is the most deadpan “I’m getting tired of seeing you make that face.”

Comte understands without elaboration.

In a few days, Leonardo is gone.

The weeks leading up to Leonardo’s departure meant that Seiya hung around him like a baby koala a lot. Once he’d left, she is left drifting about, wandering the halls as if looking for anchor—spending time with Isaac, watching Vincent paint.

But it’s the nights that are ruthless.

Sleeping in her room with a too-big bed in a too-quiet mansion that smells too clean without the constant assault of tobacco—Seiya somehow cannot sleep properly without Leonardo around. Her sleep becomes so erratic she has become a sort of Leonardo herself, being found by the residents sleeping in the middle of the day in the most unexpected of places—on a stool in the kitchen, leaning against the countertop; in the gazebo at the garden, Vic and King at her side; on the sofa in the library, curled up uncomfortably.

Comte finds himself walking down the hallways of the mansion looking for her at odd hours of the day, a blanket in tow, to make sure she is comfortable, to make sure she is warm. He knows that to her he is not Leonardo, but he can try to be a suitable substitute.

In truth, she sleeps because when she is awake, the sound of Leonardo’s parting words with her echoes in her brain like an alarm. “There’s only so much time I can buy for you, cara mia,” he had said, ruffling her hair before he left. Seiya understands but at the same time she doesn’t. The deep-gold silhouette of Saint-Germain watching over them at the staircase burns itself at the back of her eyelids.

Leonardo is so cruel, telling her to not keep her hopes up but then opening the door. Shining the light. Leading her down the hall.

He’s just the same as his old friend.

A week into Leonardo’s trip, the dark circles under Seiya’s eyes have grown to a worrisome shade, the kind that Comte just can’t let pass. So on one afternoon, in-between sharing tea with her, even when he knows it would spell the death of him, he offers: “You could sleep with me, if you like.”

She nearly chokes on the jasmine tea she’s just taken a sip of. “Pardon?”

“You haven’t had good sleep the past week, have you not? If you want company, I can be a warm body.”

Seiya…hesitates. She could say yes, of course, as it ultimately means more time spent with him—and it wasn’t like she was admitting to anything by agreeing to it. Just friendly, platonic naps, the kind she also took with Leonardo. But at the same time she feared her will would break, at the touch of his arms around her, the thrum of his pulse underneath his clothes—he might just ruin her and make her surrender.

But when she looks up to make sure Comte is really offering her this, the honey gold of his eyes only gets her to say “Yes… please?”

It starts… slow. It’s a dynamic they’ve never tried before, as someone Comte has always felt one step higher than her, a distance she could never find the courage to cross. Being with Leonardo is easy, because he treats her like a younger sibling, the comfort, familiarity, and tease of an older brother to a sister he wants to protect. But with Comte? The race of her heart in her chest would only serve to get her caught.

But then it gets easy.

She first starts with accompanying Comte in his room as he’s working. As she readjusts her sleeping schedule, she sneaks in naps in his bed or on armchairs and sofas, the scribble of his pen on paper lulling her to rest. Later on, she begins to work around him as well—sometimes she reads, sometimes she draws; he spots the notebook she’d been hiding from him as she resumes making sketches of him. They have tea together in the afternoon. When he has something to do at town, she accompanies him. When she wants alone time but would still like him around, he stays in his room and she lays at the lounge chair in the balcony, the one overlooking the Paris horizon.

Leonardo has been gone for three weeks.

And at this point, it feels… just fine. Seiya misses him, for sure, but having Comte as company is an experience she appreciates having had. The incident at the garden is now long behind them. It’s as if they’ve found a suitable rhythm for the two of them, one they can live by.

But it isn’t enough.

Not yet.

And Leonardo is coming home soon, because there is only so long the Renaissance man can buy for Comte, and Saint-Germain knows this. The longer Comte spends with Seiya the more he learns how much her company means to him. Sure, he has driven the thought at the back of his mind for the longest time, and maybe he’s not taken care of the feeling properly. But it’s still there, growing roots in his mind, enclosing his heart, drawing nourishment out of it.

Making him thirsty.

Making him want.

The wolf quietly sitting in the bushes, waiting for the perfect moment to chase and pounce.

He can deny his heart but not the lunge of his pulse, not the pain of fangs growing sharper the more the scent of her lingers in his room, her shampoo on the bedsheets, her perfume in the air. His heart is patient but his hands are not.

And time and fate wait for no one.

Comte takes two bottles of rouge per day; one in the morning, and one in the evening. His thirst has placated through the years; it only flows calmly inside of him.

But not as of late. Sebastian’s brought him his fourth bottle late in the afternoon. The butler looks at him curiously, and offers to take the sleeping Seiya—out in the veranda—back to her room to sleep.

“No,” is Comte’s quick answer, a little too quick that Sebastian wavers, and with a deep breath Comte composes himself and adds, “it’s alright.”

(It isn’t quite so.)

He downs the bottle of rouge slowly, feeling the blood going down his throat. Making sure it’s there, as if telling his instincts: this is your share. Stop longing for something else. But his fangs still hang painfully in his mouth, searching for flesh.

Maybe if he covers her scent with a sheet, he’ll relax.

He stands up, picks up one of the folded blankets on the bed, and heads out to the veranda for Seiya. The southern-facing veranda lets the sun leave an angled golden glow on the balcony; Comte traces it with his gaze from the city, back to the lounge where the one he loves sits.

She’s lying on the sofa with her leg raised up, perhaps after having been used as a table for her sketching; the open notebook on her lap reveals a sketch of the city. The other sketchbook next to her is folded closed, but a couple of pages peek out from in between, revealing little sketches of Saint-Germain—the same kind he’d seen that afternoon in the garden.

Not that Comte is paying attention to the sketches when she’s right there, with the milky line of her long legs underneath her stockings; the plush flesh of her thighs where her skirt has ridden up; the curves of the top of her breasts under her blouse; the small, pink o of her mouth slightly open as she sleeps; the brush of her bangs light on her forehead; the flush on her cheeks a healthy, vibrant glow.

He’s about to drape the blanket he’s brought with him when her even breathing is interrupted by a sighed syllable. He holds the blanket in his arms as he waits for her to finish the word.

“…main…”

Hm?

“Ss…ger…”

Her breath hitches and she curls a little tighter, the notebook on her lap falling quietly on the floor. Her foot curls against her other ankle; her thighs rub against each other.

“Comte… Saint-Germain…”

And then she moans.

That’s it.

Something howls and sings inside of him and he listens to it. The blanket drops to the ground as Comte falls to his knees next to her like a devotee. He encloses her mouth with his; restraint snapping like a frail string. She makes a half-asleep moan at the feeling of it and it goes straight down his cock, lighting him on fire. When she reaches out for him on instinct, he envelops her with her arms right back.

She opens her eyes slowly, as if she’s still asleep. “Am I… dreaming?”

Comte brushes the stray hairs off her face and says, “Even better.”

It doesn’t register immediately. Seiya reaches out to press the palm of her hand against Comte’s cheek as if making sure he’s real. Comte slides a hand on her calf, feeling the warmth of her flesh through the stockings.

And then it hits.

Seiya jolts backward on instinct, knees bending in front of her as she lets go of Comte like he’s hot. “I’m—Comte, I—”

“Seiya,” he says, the syllables of her name rolling out of his mouth like something sacred, “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll show you.”

“Le Comte…”

His voice sounds strained. “Tell me, let me, and I’ll show you what you do to me.”

Seiya takes a moment.

Lets it linger; the gleaming glow of the afternoon sun over the both of them; the hunger in his eyes; the fear that was thrumming underneath her skin;

The need.

She brushes his bangs off his forehead so she sees him clearly, and then says, “I love you.”

And it’s like something snaps.

Saint-Germain kisses her like she’s the sun and he’s been underground for months. One of his hands cradles her head, tangling in between the lavender strands of her hair. The other holds her cheek, to prove that she’s there, as if convincing himself that he’s not just at wits’ end clinging into hallucinations.

He gives her a moment to breathe; holds her heart in his hands when he brushes off with his thumb the pooled saliva at the corner of her mouth and says: “I can’t believe you’ve gone on for so long without knowing how much I’ve wanted you.” And when she moves her lips as if to retaliate or to deny, Comte gets up and pushes her further onto the sofa, “Talk later” coming out harsh from his mouth.

His hands are quick as he undoes her garments, but the ease is nowhere near coolheaded. Something burns underneath his skin and only touching her can cool it. He starts with the ribbons and hooks of her skirt and then inward; tugs off her blouse in between leaving bruising kisses on her mouth—he still can’t get enough of her—and loosens the lacings of her undergarments with precision.

But by this time he’s run out of his patience, so he sinks his fingers into her stockings and rips them apart.

The gasp is half of surprise and half of pleasure. Comte does not stop until the stockings are nothing but tattered cloth pooling on the floor. Seiya does not feel fully bare until this moment. The thrum of blood in her ears makes her dizzy; she thinks of the scar she’s always had to hide on her leg, and in a panic, she suddenly whispers, “Wait—out here? We should go—”

Comte does not need to shush her; the words go back down her throat when his hands touch her bare calf. Time stills; his fingers, earlier all brute force and tearing apart, are gentle as they trace up her leg; he runs his fingers down the discolored flesh like a reverent worshipper. He raises her leg up toward him and presses a trail of kisses downward.

She sighs at the sensation and it makes Comte look up at her.

The full force of his gaze into hers leaves her unsteady—will she ever get used to him being this way?

For a moment, the instinct is to hide. The instinct of prey in the face of a predator, Seiya tries to jerk her leg back toward her but Comte does not budge. She decides to attempt to close them instead, to push him away, but his hands are on her knees, holding her thighs apart.

When Seiya catches Comte graze his tongue underneath his fang, like nursing it, she knows she is a goner.

Comte positions her knees over his shoulders and then proceeds to have a taste of her. The heat and scent of her sex against his face nearly drives him to the point of insanity. But this is a meal he would like to relish. He presses small kisses down her slit before urging the folds open with his fingers, Seiya panting above him; his nose nudges her clit and her hands fly to his hair.

“Comte…” she cries out, her voice hoarse, tears escaping the corners of her eyes. When Comte looks up at her, a shudder runs down her spine.

“‘Abel,’” he says, gently, pressing a kiss on her inner thigh. “That’s my name. Call me that.”

Seiya nods; slides her fingers from the flaxen mop of his hair to his cheek, and croons out: “Abel.”

God, he thinks, just how much can this woman drive me insane?

Much to Seiya’s delight (and embarrassment), Comte has a sharp learning curve that points him in the right direction in no time. His tongue teases her sensitive bundle of nerves, circling and teasing until all she can do is sob out his name. Her fingers leave crescent-moon marks against his scalp but it only urges him on; lathers two fingers with the slick coming out of her before slipping them inside her wet heat.

The world is spinning. Has it been an eternity or only a moment? Comte is not giving her what she wants, just dangling her over the edge, giving her the sweet taste of it but not enough to satisfy. Tongue making delicate work of her pussy, fingers of one hand curling inside of her, another squeezing her breast like seeking comfort—she lifts her fist to her mouth and bites into it as Comte toys with her a little bit longer, long fingers finding something electric, grazing it, molding it, and then—

She falls. The orgasm is unlike anything else—not when it means everything at the same time: that maybe Comte does return her feelings, that Comte wants to do this with her, that Comte is thinking of her—she shivers and her heels dig against his back as she spasms against him; and he lets her, continues to eat her out for the entirety of it, wringing her dry and overstimulated.

“Abel!” she cries out, hands flying to his face to get him to look up at her and to pause lest she loses all that’s left of her sanity. His face is slick with her juices and it sends a new wave of warmth through her but she’s had enough. “Take me, please. Have me.”

“If you so wish,” Comte says, running the back of his hand against his lips before kissing her again; he doesn’t let go even as he readjusts their position into a comfortable one. Her legs curl around his waist as if on instinct. Comte quickly undresses, his coat and vest landing on the floor and his bottoms kicked somewhere else; his shirt unbuttoned all the way. When her wandering touch strays onto the sharp curls of trailing yellow hair upward his stomach, he guides her hand toward his cock, relishing in her face’s darkening shade of red. She can barely wrap her hands around his girth; for a moment she worries about it being too big. “Guide me,” he says—an order and not a request—and it makes her breath stop in her throat.

But her need is stronger than her shyness, and so she guides his hardness against her dripping cunt, sighing as she rocks it between her folds before slotting it into her. Comte lifts her hips up once he’s in, supporting her as he slides inch by inch to fill her. He brushes her hair to the back of the sofa, out of the way; her hands cling onto her biceps as she begins to feel the weight of him inside of her.

She spots Comte looking at something beyond her but she doesn’t get to ask before he roughly jolts forward, causing her to cry out.

Seiya has always thought that Comte had a monster hiding inside of him; below his coolly composed demeanor, there was a hungry beast in him that he had long learned to tame. Now, here, fucking on the sofa at his room’s veranda, in the full view of whoever dared look up, the sun sinking into twilight, Seiya comes face to face with the wolf that Comte had shackled inside of him for so long.

His thrusts are frantic and rushed; there is only rhythm and speed, no patience or art. Seiya’s had her share; now, Comte is using her for his pleasure, sweat dripping down his brow, his grip harsh on her hips—there will be bruises tomorrow. He presses her face against the valley in between her breasts and moans. Her name falls from his mouth, “Seiya, Seiya,” in between syllables of “Fuck” and “So good,” the brusqueness of the words so unbecoming of Comte it makes her even more sensitive to them.

She curls forward, toward him, trying to meet his thrusts even when her legs have long turned into mush. When Comte realizes what she is trying to do, a new sort of enthusiasm fills him; it’s as if he has woken up from a trance. “Seiya,” he calls out, “mouth,” is all he can say, and she obeys; he slips two fingers into her waiting mouth and she suckles on them as if it were his cock. He hisses at the feeling and pulls them out as soon as he is satisfied; replacing his fingers with his tongue as he returns to making out with her; his now-slick fingers finding a spot in between the both of them to rub her still-sensitive clit, urging her now: come, Seiya, come for me.

Seiya is obedient. It doesn’t take long.

Comte cannot say he hasn’t dreamt of claiming Seiya for his own in the past. But none of his wildest dreams would have been close to what this is like: the feeling of her pulsing and squeezing around him, because of him, he brought this pleasure for her, the sound of her voice as she gasps for air, the broken syllables of his name and sputterings of thanks and disbelief as the white-hot pleasure brands her, her fingers curled around his arms for dear life. It takes all of his self-control to not just surrender at that moment, to pull her by her waist and just fuck into her until he is spent.

And then the door to the veranda clicks open.

By this time, the sun has already long disappeared under the horizon; while the shroud of darkness has comforted her in hiding her rendezvous with the man of the house, the brightness of the inside of Comte’s room with the lights turned up sends her reeling when it illuminates Leonardo’s form. Seiya’s eyes are wide as dinnerplates as she scrambles for something to cover herself—her hair—but Leonardo looks unbothered, only throwing a knowing kind of expression at his friend, half a smile on his face.

And then Comte speaks.

“I was wondering when you would come in.”

Seiya’s neck snaps with how fast she turns to face him.

“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt, and it finally seemed like a good time.”

“Haha, how polite of you,” Comte says, genuine amusement in his tone. He returns his gaze back to Seiya, who is looking up at him with such a panicked expression; her legs tense around him. “It’s alright, ma bien-aimée. He will not stay unless you want him to.”

Which meant: he will stay if you want him to.

She turns, one more time, to look at Leonardo. Leonardo, the one that has been with her for every tumultuous rise and fall of her emotions toward Comte. How similar and different he was to his friend. Their gentle, golden eyes like twin fires. But then, the fall of his brown hair against the sides of his face. The kind of half-smirk he always seems to wear. The familiar tobacco smell he brought with him wherever he go; the one she’d longed for the entire time he was absent. Just looking at him, she remembers the feeling of his body underneath hers, memorized after months of cuddled-up sleep.

Seiya isn’t sure.

She doesn’t know what she feels about Leonardo yet.

But she knows one thing.

“Want you to stay,” she says, softly, hand still curled around Comte’s arm. “Please, Leonardo. Stay?”

And the man smiles like he’s won the world. “Just for you, cara mia.”

Comte slides out of her comforting warmth so he can lift her into his arms; the motion makes her sigh lowly, causing the two men to tense for the briefest of moments. Leonardo holds the door open as the two lovers make their way to the room’s large bed. When they get there she is understandably nervous; Comte takes his time kissing every tense muscle. Seiya watches Leonardo move across the room; from shutting the door to pulling one of the plush armchairs so that it faces the bed.

“Don’t mind me,” he says when he spots her staring, but how can Seiya not, when he’s pulled down his trousers just enough to reveal his cock, still at half-mast but very obviously will be as impressive as Comte’s once it’s fully hard.

Seiya’s got the first syllable of Leonardo’s name on her mouth when Comte steals it away with a kiss, light at first but then deep, his tongue prodding her lips open as she relaxes, her hands making their way around him again.

In a moment of tenderness, Comte presses a kiss on her forehead, on her nose, and then on her lips before saying: “Let’s show Leonardo how beautiful you are.”

Comte guides her slowly into position; turning her so that she’s on her hands and knees, facing Leonardo. Her cheeks turn even redder once she catches Leonardo stroking himself quietly, a smirk on his face as he watches Comte maneuver her around for his pleasure. Comte presses a kiss on the dip of her lower back before he guides his still-hard cock to her, coating himself with her essence before slipping into the warmth of her pussy.

Something about being watched by Leonardo sends her brain haywire. Comte is fucking her against the pillow, but his one hand has tangled itself into her hair, pulling her backward and up, allowing her to come eye-to-eye with Leonardo’s careful gaze. She can’t deny the heat that sinks through every inch of her skin, through every bit his eyes land at, tracing the mounds at her chest, the fucked out look she’s wearing on her face—“Leonardo,” she croons, once the pre-cum begins to build around the head of his cock.

Comte’s arm suddenly comes underneath her, pulling her up from the underside of her breasts, forcing her against him. “Remember who is in you,” he growls, before sending her back down. She hears Leonardo’s soft “tsk tsk” before she lands on her elbows; it’s about all she can do to brace herself and stay upright as Comte properly pistons into her, filling the room with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. She can’t look up at Leonardo knowing it would be her ruin, but she can hear the sound of him jerking himself off; at the same time, the sound of Comte’s moans and groans go straight to her core, making her squeeze and contract and pulling Comte deeper into senseless ecstasy.

“I love you,” Comte suddenly says, out of nowhere, causing her to buckle forward onto her cheek. His tone is filled with love and possession and hunger. “I love you, Seiya.” He slides a free hand to the space between her legs, quickly finding the sensitive bud.

“Abel, I—” she cries out as Comte begins to play with her clit and her nipple; he pushes her back up, making sure he’s got her, pressing his face at the junction of her neck and shoulder to fill him with her scent, sweet and intoxicating. “I—I love you, I’ve loved you—” she nearly falls forward with the sudden jolt of pleasure when his cock brushes somewhere electric. “I’m gonna… cum—”

“Cum,” Comte urges, angling himself so he hits that spot that made her spasm over and over again. “Show me how beautiful you are. Show Leonardo.”

And then it was over.

She leans her entire weight against Comte’s arms when the most powerful orgasm she’s had today hits her, knocking the wind out of her. Like an avalanche that only gets stronger and stronger the longer it rolls through her. Comte fucks her throughout the entirety of it, dragging it out for as long as he can until it’s too much even for him, her scent, her warmth, the wetness, her voice—he presses his fangs against her jugular only to sate him but not to break skin, as he pours his cum, white and warm, deep inside of her.

They fall over each other sticky with sweat. Comte rolls off of her, careful to give her space to breathe. When she comes to, she turns toward him and presses a kiss—chaste but filled with love—onto Comte’s lips.

“Was wondering how long it would take the both of you.”

The two new-lovers turn toward Leonardo as if they had just remembered his existence. He’s still sprawled on the armchair, although this time, with his hands out on his sides, leaving his still-hard cock free-standing in front of him. Seiya tries her best not to stare.

“You arrived just in time, actually,” Comte says, as he helps Seiya sit up.

Leonardo shakes his head. “Your patience for the oddest things never made sense to me.”

Seiya considers, for a moment, what this is. Comte who held her heart in his hands for the longest time—Comte who didn’t know how to express it until it was all that consumed him. And across them, Leonardo, sitting there having watched them press their loves onto their bodies, smiling as Comte holds her in his arms. Leonardo who has always been there for her, from every up and down of her feelings with Comte—who, she realizes, probably left knowing this would happen.

Two of the people she loves the most in this mansion. Her heart sings for them.

In what way, they don’t know yet. But for now, the fucking, the loving, the adoration sends confidence fluttering in her heart.

Turning toward Leonardo, she licks her lips.

“Need some help?”

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written last year (!) for the lovely @beni-draw-ikemen-please for their OC and their beloved, Comte! please check them out, they make amazing art!

#ikemen vampire #comte de saint germain #rated:e #hiding hunger

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