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mymedicine · 4 years ago

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Love and Other Drugs

or, 5k of new bf harry

moodboard/inspo tag + my masterlist

sum - yacht parties are cool and all, but harry really just wants to spend more time with his girl

warnings - alcohol (have I even written a fic where both mc’s are sober the whole time yet lmao), light sexy stuff (lil bit of ch*king k*nk if you squint), swearing probably, harry being a little shit, fluff to the maxxxxx

notes - good lord, this fic has been the absolute death of me. I stg, murphy’s law is real. anyways, the driving home scene is completely inspired by real life events that once made me swoon, but now I am lonely and so so tired so pls be nice to me thx much love <3

“Hold still!”

Harry whined and craned his neck away from his girlfriend’s hand, but he wasn’t able to go far with his back flush against the car door. “No baby, we’re already late!”

“But you’ve got jam on you!” Y/N cried. She reached her fingers up to rub the reddish marks off of his face, but, once again, he turned his head away like a stubborn child. “And we wouldn’t have been late if you hadn’t spent two hours combing your hair.”

“S not jam, it’s lipstick,” He insisted, deliberately ignoring her second (valid) point.

“Whatever. It’s on your cheek.”

Y/N made one final attempt to clean him up, but this time, he managed to escape the circle of her arms. He ran backwards toward the dock, taunting her playfully as he went, “Come on, baby!”

“Harry!” Given no other choice, she frantically pushed the lock button on the car key and chased after her child—er, boyfriend. She winced as her high heels hit the asphalt, feet aching against the gold sandals already. He’d slowed down a little to give her a break, but she was still panting as she yelled, “You can’t go to a fancy yacht party with lipstick on your face!”

He finally stopped running—thank God, because they were right in front of the ship and the last thing Y/N needed was to embarrass herself (or rather, be embarrassed by her man-child boyfriend) within sight of all the famous people that would surely be onboard already.

“But I like it.” He pouted as she reached him, entwining his fingers with hers before she could use them to try to scrub his face again.

Before she could reply, a familiar Irish accent boomed over the loud purring of the boat’s engine, “Harry! Y/N!”

Y/N really hoped someone was keeping an eye on Niall tonight. It was barely dusk and he already looked a little too buzzed to be leaning over the railing on the top deck. She craned her neck up to look at him, giggling to herself at the flush in his cheeks and the blonde mess on top of his head.

“Welcome abooaaard!” He waved far more aggressively than was necessary.

“Happy birthday, Niall!” Y/N yelled back at him, blocking the bright sun with one hand—a hand she discreetly wrestled out of Harry’s.

Harry, too, looked upward and was squinting into the sky. The sun was just beginning its descent into the horizon, and soon the evening would be hanging behind the silvery moon. In the mean time, the sky was bright and painted with delicate strokes of soft pink and peachy orange.

While Harry waved back at his friend, Y/N took advantage of the distraction—and his exposed cheek.

Without warning, she hurled her hand up to his face and swiped at the pink mark as hard as she could.

“Hey!” Harry whipped his head back to her, mock hurt written all over his face.

Y/N flashed him a cheeky, victorious smile. “Got it!”

September in south Florida was as hot and humid as summer anywhere else. Even out at sea, with the cool ocean wind surging throughout the top deck of the yacht, it was plenty warm enough for the guests to enjoy the outdoors.

“H, can you hold my phone and keys in your pocket?”

Harry was standing awkwardly near the railing of the boat, fiddling absently with the plume of lace and chiffon on his black top. He still had a faint reddish mark on his cheek (she wasn’t sure if it was leftover lipstick or just irritated from her rubbing at it) that Y/N, despite the turmoil that had ensued over it, found very endearing. She always thought he was handsome. She had since the first day they met four months earlier. But tonight, he was positively glowing. He shined in the fabulous black number, his skin further brightened by the setting sun and the utter joy coursing through him (the entire flute of champagne he’d already downed certainly didn’t hurt, either).

He took the phone and keys from her while she admired him, happy to help her but not without a smart remark: “You should’ve worn the dress with the pockets, love,” he chastised her playfully, a smirk dressing his berry lips.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “You said you liked the pink on me!”

Choosing her dress for the night had been an ordeal that rivaled even Harry’s complicated hair routine. She’d originally chosen a black long sleeved one with pockets that was comfortable and appropriate and matched Harry’s own all-black ensemble (which he’d had picked out for weeks). Her boyfriend rejected the black dress, pointing out that she’d be hot it in because “It’s practically summer in Miami, love.” Instead, he chose a silky pink number, midi-length and tight in all the right places with a tastefully low cowl neckline. She’d dressed it up with a few gold bracelets and a single pearl earring in her left ear that, to her satisfaction, matched Harry’s. And yeah—it didn’t have pockets, but Harry liked it and it made her feel sexy and that’s all that mattered.

Harry hummed with a tight lipped grin. “Yeah, you’re right,” His tone was innocent, almost regretful as he looked her up and down. The pink sunset behind her was highlighting her figure just right, wind rushing through her hair, exposed skin supple and tempting. Harry was mesmerized by her.

His hands moved on their own accord to gently hold her by the waist. “Your ass looks really cute in the silk…I reckon the color makes your skin glow a bit, too. And matches your makeup, and looks nice with my earring…” He continued spewing some breathy compliments at her, even after she sort of stopped listening when a waiter holding a tray of delectable looking hors d'oeuvres caught her attention.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Of course, honey,” she replied (mostly) honestly. He was always a mushy little sap for her, but she truly did love the way he appreciated the little things she put effort into. “Thank you for noticing those little details.”

“You’re welcome. Know ya don’ just do it f’me though,” His ring clad fingers drummed against her waist, the metal cold through the thin silky material she wore. “Love that about you.”

Y/N cracked a smile in spite of the nervous shiver washing over her at his words. She couldn’t help but notice it was already the second time he’d said that word since they’d embarked. He was treading dangerously close to the vast, uncharted l-word territory. He’s a little buzzed, she reasoned with herself, despite also knowing it was silly because he’d only had a single champagne. But then again, he was a lightweight—and judging by the way he suddenly dropped her waist to chase down a passing waitress for two more glasses, he wouldn’t be slowing down any time soon. If he told her while he was drunk, would it really count?

He returned to her side, keeping one flute for himself and presenting the other to her. “Thank you, honey,” she said, grasping the stem of it (even though she still had a half full one resting precariously on the railing behind her). It was a fitting nickname for him, she thought. She hadn’t really meant for that to become her little pet name for him, but he loved it just as much as she did. “You’re sweet.”

“You’re sweeter,” her boyfriend hummed happily, “even when you’re checking out that waiter…”

“No! I wasn’t!”

“You kinda were,” He smiled cheekily at her.

“Was not.”

“’S alright, baby. He’s handsome. You’re allowed to have a little look.” But the way he held her protectively by the hip betrayed his words.

“You know I only have eyes for you,” If that wasn’t a hint, she didn’t know what was. “I’m just hungry. He was holding bacon wrapped shrimp, I think.”

“Mmm, me too,” Harry replied, the interaction already forgotten in favor of a savory snack. He tugged on her hand so they could follow that waiter, grumbling as they padded around the crowded deck. “Niall’s a fuckin ass for not serving dinner at an evening party.”

“Oh give him a break! It’s his birthday.” she let him pull her toward the middle where more people were gathered around the bar and admiring the decor—

“Is that an ice scultpure?”

Harry was right. It was a giant clear sculpture of a guitar made entirely out of ice. People were around it, admiring the intricacies and mingling and sipping on expensive looking drinks.

“How long you bet til it melts?”

“Not before Niall accidentally knocks it over,” Y/N laughed and gestured toward the man of the hour, who indeed was stumbling over his feet while trying to maintain a conversation with a group of several strikingly beautiful looking people—models? Probably.

It was obvious that Niall hadn’t planned this for himself. The whole thing was far too elegant and classy. His drunken ramblings were entertaining, sure, but he stood out amidst the black tie formals and live R&B music floating around the large deck of the luxurious vehicle.

Harry chased down the waiter and grabbed shrimp skewers for them both while Y/N continued quietly giggling at Niall’s antics.

Minutes drifted into hours as alcohol, shrimp skewers, and joyful conversation flowed liberally about the deck. Y/N had separated herself from Harry—much to his drunken dismay—to go and mingle with some of the “famous people.” She did it all on her own, confidently striding over and striking up a conversation with anyone worthy of her attention.

“Long time no see, mate.” Mitch’s voice interrupted Harry’s inner thoughts surrounding his girlfriend. He tore his eyes away from her and turned to face his friend, who was standing with his own girlfriend beside him.

“Been busy,” Harry replied.

Sarah’s eyebrows rose as a grin spread across her cheeks. She glanced at Mitch, who wore a matching one.

“You both have been quite busy, yeah?” Sarah cocked her head toward where Y/N was, grin widening along with Harry’s eyes.

Harry hid his smile in his glass, taking a large gulp of the bubbly. “What d’ya mean?” He asked innocently.

“We saw you staring at her, buddy.”

Well, fuck. He can’t exactly deny that. He was indeed watching her as she mingled with a group of people—exceptionally beautiful people. She fit in perfectly with the models, her smile bright and dress shiny, hips swaying tantalizingly to the beat of the drums. She engaged effortlessly in what looked like an exciting conversation with A-listers and held their attention with sweeping hand gestures. Even from across the deck, he swore he could feel her joy. Light just radiated off of her and sent a gentle flutter through his belly and a heat wave through his heart.

Sarah studied him. The way his eyes twinkled and his cheeks flushed with happiness…it was obvious. “You love her.” She deadpanned.

Harry shrugged in response, a knowing smile on his face which he didn’t bother to hide this time.

“You do!” It was Mitch this time, who wrapped an arm around Sarah and looked at her with the same happy smile his friend wore.

“No comment.” A twinge of jealously bit his heart as he watched a handsome brunette lean down to whisper something in his girlfriend’s ear. He frowned instinctively, picturing the man muttering flirtatious compliments or dirty suggestions to her like he should be doing right now.

Sarah continued to watch Harry watch Y/N, unsure if he was even listening anymore. “It’s alright to admit it. Love is a beautiful thing.”

“Don’t listen to her,” said Mitch, “it’s a drug!”

“Hey look!” Harry shouted a distraction, pointing somewhere behind the two of them. He spotted two waiters bringing out an impressive tiered cake swirled with white frosting and topped with those sparkling candles. “It’s time to sing for the birthday boy!”

The boat erupted in a cacophonous rendition of the birthday song as the cake was placed on top of the bar. Night had fallen over the deck, making the sparkly decorations shine blindly bright against the moonlight. Meanwhile, Niall was dancing hysterically among the crowds, even singing along to his own birthday song in a drunken spree. At the final, …to you! he performed a dramatic bow and roared, “Thank you, beautiful people!”

Applause died slowly as Niall began grabbing peoples’ faces to kiss their cheeks in thanks. Y/N looked around for Harry, quite certain that her boyfriend would be perfectly willing to accept a kiss from the birthday boy, especially when he was inebriated. Sure enough, she caught sight of him wrapped up in an embrace with the blonde, a wide smile on his face as Mitch and Sarah laughed hysterically at the interaction.

Harry accepted the cheek kiss, just as his eyes met hers over Niall’s shoulder.

“Y/N!” He screeched and broke the embrace. He started running over to her in an uncoordinated stride, limbs flailing and most definitely spilling alcohol on other peoples’ expensive clothes.

“Y/N!” he slurred, finally reaching her side, “Gimme a kissy!”

She laughed. “You just got kissies from Niall, honey.” “But I want your lipstick on me. Yeh wiped it off.” He frowned deeply, no—melodramatically as his hand cupped his own cheeks where the pink lipstick mark once was.

She called him a little baby but obliged anyways, stamping a firm lip shaped mark on one of his flushed cheeks. He grinned wildly in response and looked at her with that look in his eyes that she absolutely adored. He was looking at her like she was royalty, like she hung the moon and commanded the sea and granted miracles upon mere mortals such as himself.

“Wish I could give you one too…” Harry trailed off, eyes wandering around the room. “Maybe then all those hot models and waiters would leave you alone.”

“Aw, you jealous baby?”

He nodded shamelessly and, with a pouty look, tucked her into his arms. He pressed a series of hard kisses on her cheeks and temples, squeezing the silky pink fabric at her waist. The feeling made her heart squeeze in the most delightful way—chest tight and warm with…with love.

“Wanna go check out the lower deck?”

And Y/N hadn’t known this man too long, but it was long enough to know that he had anything but innocent intentions with his sweet request. She was still only nursing her third glass of bubbly, but Harry’s suggestive stare and wandering hands seemed to ignite the slight heat flowing through her veins into an inferno.

It engulfed them both as Y/N’s back hit the inside of the door to the lower deck bathroom.

Harry’s lips were soft and playful and sexy all at once—just like him. He trailed hot kisses down her cheeks and jaw much like he had earlier, only now there was no audience. No need to hold back. Only hot, sweet skin swathed in pink silk and black chiffon.

“You marked me already, ’s my turn.”

Just when she was feeling a little too sober, Harry’s words drenched her in the heat of desire. This was definitely a bad idea, but it didn’t sound like one when he put it like that.

His fingers slipped from her jaw and followed his lips down to her throat, enticing her with a gentle squeeze—a warning? Or a promise for later? Either way, this bathroom escapade was fucking sliced bread and she was putty in his hands.

He sucked harshly on the supple skin of her neck without warning. A gasp slips out of Y/N’s mouth and Harry’s ringed thumb pressed deeply into the center of her throat in reprimanding. His other fingers gripped the crook of her neck, just enough to make her head spin and keep her body pliant.

Meanwhile, his other hand slithered down the smooth silk to her waist, his hold on her heavy and warm. Harry’s swollen lips retracted from her bruised neck, not before pressing a few gentle pecks to the hickeys to soothe the pain.

Y/N felt dizzy with pleasure and enveloped in love. She couldn’t help but chase his lips for a few more desperate kisses as he pulled away from her neck. She suddenly wished she could admire the marks he’d left, but the glazed, hungry look in his eyes would definitely suffice. The little bathroom felt ten degrees warmer—leaving Harry looking hot and flushed and absolutely irresistible.

“You okay, baby?” Harry whispered in the tiny space between them, words slightly slurred and dipped in bliss.

Y/N nodded aggressively, letting her hands wrap around the back of his neck where his skin was hot and hair curled adorably. “Please kiss me again.”

He did as he was told, of course. His lips moved tenderly with hers and his hands trailed lower, gently caressing her waist and hips. His fingers started a course back up to her ass, this time taking the fabric of her dress with them.

Y/N’s head felt light as a feather, no thoughts besides Harry…Harry’s hands…Harry’s lips…Harry…

She curled her thighs around his hips and he responded effortlessly, hoisting her up by the backs of her thighs and pressing taut between the cold bathroom wall and his own hot chest. The temperature in the room seemed to rise impossibly then, the sounds of breathy moans and gentle sucking kisses seamlessly diffusing into the heat and surrounding them in a delightful symphony.

Y/N was thrilled by the way Harry’s tongue tasted like champagne—as sweet and plushy as always. She decided then that she would never get tired of the feeling of his mouth on hers, of the dizzying joyful feeling his lips gave her every single time.

“Harry…honey…”

“What ’s it pretty girl?”

The pet name in his raspy accent went straight to her core. She let out another shameless whine, squeezing his waist tighter with her legs.

“I need you, Harry…”

“Hm? Need what?”

She groaned—now he wanted to be a tease. After he’d gotten to give her the hickeys like he wanted.

“Harry, please.”

“‘M just messing, pretty girl. I know what you ne—“

Suddenly, a loud crash rang out in the little cabin. Y/N let out a screech and sprang away from Harry, landing awkwardly on her stiletto heels. Wide eyed, she and Harry both looked up toward the source of the sound. Muffled shouts followed, in the midst of a horrible shattering sound, like broken glass, or hail or—

“The ice sculpture!”

They were both wide eyed and panting and a little sweaty, hair tousled and lips swollen red.

“Oh shit,” There were more muffled shouts and some shuffling of feet above them. Even through the ornate ceiling of the bathroom, it was clear there was an ordeal going on up there.

Breathy pants lingered between them, and the room suddenly felt even smaller, even more swelteringly hot and stuffy. Of all things to ruin the heat of the moment…a fucking ice sculpture.

They looked at each other blankly, as if to say what the hell do we do now?

“Let’s head back up while everyone’s distracted.” It was Harry’s alcohol-induced idea, cooked up in his foggy brain.

“There’s no way we can go back to the party like this.” Y/N gestured between them—the sweaty foreheads, messy hair, skin dotted with hickeys, and most prominently, her boyfriend’s obvious arousal.

Harry sighed, glancing down at himself. “Let’s leave then.”

“What, you wanna swim home?”

Harry frowned, “Huh?”

“We’re on a fucking boat, dumbass.”

Harry looked away from her with wide eyes and burning cheeks. Right…Absently, he thought it was funny how she could go from making out with him against the wall of the bathroom, practically begging for more, to mercilessly making fun of him, all within seconds. His thoughts bled into his expression, a happy smile tugging on his lips as he thought about her and her unparalleled sex appeal and her cute laugh and her mock insults and her more and more.

And just like that, he was laughing. His wild laughter seemed to echo in the small bathroom. Despite their hot rendezvous being rudely interrupted, Y/N swore she could smell the happiness in the room—almost as poignant as the champagne on his breath.

Seconds later, she couldn’t help but join him in happy laughter.

Turns out, the fallen ice sculpture was even more of a hazard than they’d initially realized—so much so that the captain of the yacht demanded an early return to shore and a continuation of the party on land. Many patrons were disappointed by the early end to the yacht cruise, not including the birthday boy himself, who Y/N would be surprised if was still walking at this point.

As they sailed back toward the shore, Harry was nursing yet another flute of champagne while Y/N clung to him in the boat’s interior—half because she wanted to cover his erection from any passerbys, and half because she just really wanted to hold him. He’d also managed to produce a slice of cake on a porcelain plate, which he’d presumably snagged when he left her on the couch to find more alcohol.

“You look cute,” she mused at him while he chewed the forkful of cake she’d just slid into his mouth. She was sideways in his lap, bare feet rested on the arm of an expensive looking couch. She vaguely realized that this area of the boat was probably off limits for guests, but fuck it, she thought, no harm no foul.

“Hm?”

“I said, ‘you look cute.’” Y/N repeated. He really did look cute like that, with his face flushed and hair messy and a tinge of lipstick still lingering on his cheek.

“Oh yeah,” he mumbled with frosting still between his teeth, “I heard you the first time.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying. I take it back.”

“You can’t take it back!”

She gathered another forkful of cake and brought it up to his lips, “I just did.”

“Fine then,” He said, “I’ll just toss you overboard. Out of sight, out of mind.”

At that, Y/N gasped. She quickly turned her hand away and brought the cake into her own mouth, licking her lips for extra impact.

“Noooo!” He held her by the hip and dragged her even closer to him, as if she were about to get up and actually go overboard and take the cake with her. “I’m sorry baby, you’re cute, too. So cute. Like, so cute that I can’t believe you like me.”

Like? I think I more than like you.

“I can’t believe it, either.”

The words were on the tip of her tongue, dancing around in the tiny space between their lips like electricity. Harry leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, sucking on her bottom lip as if trying to pull them out of her.

Yet again, they were interrupted. This time by a loud horn blare and the captain’s voice over the intercom. “Land, ho!”

“Finally.” Harry sighed in relief, already trying to stand up from the couch, “Can you take me home now, please.”

“We can’t just leave when the party’s still going! What about Niall?” Y/N pressed her hands against his chest to slow him down.

“Niall won’t remember a damn thing.”

She considered his words. He wasn’t wrong; Niall had already knocked over the ice sculpture, after all.

“Take a left here,”

“Here?”

“Ye—wait, no.” Harry slurred, shaking his head from the passenger seat.

But his girlfriend had already turned the wheel to the left, inevitably sending the car in the wrong direction, again.

“Shit, M’ sorry baby.” he said with a drunken giggle.

“Good lord Harry…”

She threw the car into a random driveway, grumbling as she executed a clumsy K-turn.

She could hear the cranky frown in Harry’s voice as he groaned, “You’re a shit driver.”

“Well you’re a shit navigator!” Y/N looked over and gave him a pointed look. But the look only fell on his droopy, half-open eyes. “Where the fuck do I go?”

A beat of silence passed as Harry’s head lolled around. He hummed a bit, imitating the low rumble of the car’s engine. Finally, he murmured, “Keep goin’ straight.”

“Are you sure?”

He didn’t reply, just turned to look at her with that mischievous drunken smile.

“Aw fuck, no. We passed it up.”

“Harry!” She couldn’t help but laugh. Despite her annoyance, his antics were amusing. “Are you sure you actually know where you live?”

“Of course I know where I live!”

Y/N sped into another middle-of-the-road U-turn, and Harry dramatically fell into her lap with a low yell.

“Slow down, you minx! Gonna get us killed!”

“You’re so dramatic, Harry. If you’d just tell me where the fuck you live!”

“Can’t remember.”

She craned her head up to ceiling, letting her own eyes fall shut as she inhaled her frustration.

“Okay, fine. It’s that blue one over there.” He gestured vaguely to the right, but it was too dark to see the colors of the houses anyways.

Y/N let out her deep breath, “Somehow I don’t believe you.”

His growing smirk gave him away. After only a few seconds, his foggy brain would not allow him to contain his giggles.

“Harry!” she whined. He was always kind of silly and clingy, but the excessive alcohol made him an actual baby. He was still laying in her lap over the center console.

“Why are you like this?”

He pouted, feigning hurt. “Maybe I just wanna spend more time with you.”

Y/N’s fingers loosed on the wheel. She slowed the car to a stop against on of the curbs in the quiet neighborhood, poised under the soft light of a street lamp. Her annoyed expression softened and the familiar urge washed over her—the urge to kiss his cheeks and tell him she loved him and squeeze him tight and never let him go. How could one person be so annoying yet so fucking adorable?

She pushed his hair back (not without thinking about how he would’ve scolded her for messing it up at the beginning of the night when he had been sober, but now he was far too drunk to care) and wrapped an arm around his neck. It was definitely an awkward position and Harry couldn’t have been comfortable like that, but he didn’t seem to mind. He held her arm in both hands and snuggled into her lap as she cooed at him. “Aw, baby. You could’ve just told me.”

“But we’ve only been together for a little bit…and I don’t want ya to get sick of me.”

“Could never get sick of you, honey. Not even if I wanted to,” she said earnestly, continuing to stroke her fingers gently through his curls.

“Really?”

Now if that wasn’t a hint…this man was even stupider than she thought. In spite of his endearing idiocy, Y/N still could not resist the urge to just love him.

The idea that he could possibly love her back crossed her mind several times, especially in the past few weeks.

But they’d only been officially for a month and a half…was it too soon? Would she scare him off? Was there some unwritten rule of love to wait until they’d at least seen each others’ homes? Although, if she did tell him now, Harry was so drunk he may not even remember. If it went horrifically wrong, maybe she could forget it happened. (No, she definitely would not ever be able to forget if that happened, but the lie comforted her a little nonetheless). But if it went well, she’d be more confident telling him again when he was sober tomorrow. And at last, she didn’t even think she could hold the words in for another second while he was cuddling into her and kissing her arms like a baby kitten.

“I love you, Harry.”

“You do?!”

Suddenly, he seemed alarmingly sober.

“Ugh, yes. How could I not?”

He looked appalled, really. As if the idea of her loving him was absolutely insane. “Well, I annoy you, I kiss you in public, I drink too much, I spend way too much time on my hair, I’m not as handsome as that waiter…”

“And you’re pretty stupid.” Y/N interrupted with her own addition to the growing list.

“Yeah, you’re right. I am pretty dumb…But,” he paused, flipping over in her lap to look her in the eyes, “I did get one thing right.”

“What’s that?” She asked, fondly stroking his gelled hair with trembling hands.

“Falling in love with you.”

And loving him was that easy, as easy as sipping champagne and eating cake and falling overboard. She loved his flamboyance, his confidence, his kindness. She loved his silly tattoos and his bunny teeth and the little scar under his chin and the faint lipstick stain on his cheek. She loved the way they teased each other like children. She loved the way his mouth felt against hers. She loved the way he adored her. And so, she couldn’t help but smile wide.

“Alright, let’s add you’re super cheesy to that list, too…”

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archived-gtronpa-account · 4 years ago

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hmmm while Im getting around to the reqs and asks here have an old oneshot I've had taking mold in my drafts for a couple months or so n pls enjoy

Fic of @sizeshiftingrobot 's au

Shifter!Leon

Word count: 1400

Summary: In the middle of a near panick attack, Leon's emotional shifting kicks in and causes him a world of trouble.

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Fifteen highschool boys and girls stuck together in a killing game. Each having a motive to try to get out no matter the cost; a gruesome video to plant a seed of corruption in their frightened minds.

Leon paced around the dark hallways of the school. He'd seen his own video, bodies of his old team, mangled and battered to a certain death, then cut to show his little cousin, Kanon, alive but face bloody and swollen. A clear threat to get out pronto before things escalated. Hearing the gasps around the video room had confirmed that his video wasn't the only horrifying one, and far from the worst.

Sayaka had nearly fainted, Mondo had looked about ready to beat someone to death, Sakura looked positively strong too, and there was the possibility of Genocide Jack being among them. Someone was bound to start the killings. Leon had already let himself look like a weak, nervous mess. No way in hell he'd let himself be a victim, he still had a bright singer's carrier waiting for him outside, and he wouldn't let anyone crush his dream to save theirs.

His head hung low, eyes fixated on his feet, tapping on the cold ground faster and faster to the rythme of his racing heart. Maybe he could hide in his room until everything was over, maybe he needed to strike first. The crushing darkness threatened to swallow him, breathing was getting harder, more painful. He couldn't think like that, he couldn't bring himself to take someone's life, could he? Even if it was to save his own?

"Oh, my my~ what do we have here?" He frowned and looked up, but bumped head first into a wall.

"Ow..." Leon groaned, rubbing his forehead. He frowned, confused, and squinted his eyes at the wall of leathery black facing him. It took him about two seconds to realize what felt wrong; the voice he'd heard came from far too high. As he rapidely stepped back, it took him another second to realize the next thing that was off about the situation; the leathery black wall was a boot the size of a bathtub.

"Dammit...!" He hissed and craned his neck up. A massive, grinning Junko towered over him, looking down at him with a glint in her eyes he did not want to see. As if he wasn't enough of a target already, he had to screw things for himself and show his worst weakness. He should've listened to Kanon and worked harder to control his size-shifting.

"Hey, Junko! Don't say a thing, just let me explain- Ah!" He didn't get to finish his sentence. He saw the fashionista kneel down and reach a gigantic hand out towards him to snatch him up, a heartbeat after that, he felt an agonizing pressure on his upper body, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Aww, what a cute little guy you are! So easy to just-" Junko made a squelching sound, the pressure around him increased, threatening to pop his lungs and break his ribs, "-off you."

He had to stay calm. He had to focus to grow out of the fist. Fear gripped Leon's body tight, tying his limbs up with an invisible rope he couldn't grow out of.

"L-Let... go...!" His head got sickeningly lighter. He saw the trunk sized finger around his neck get closer to his chin as he shrunk further under the pressure. Junko looked down at him with an amused smirk, like a a child testing how easy it would be to break her newest toy; there wasn't an ounce of pity in those large blue eyes.

He was going to pass out, and he couldn't do anything about it. He was going to be killed, and he couldn't fight back- He had to fight back. He couldn't die in some blond bitch's fist like an insect.

"Stop it!"

For a split second, Leon had thought the rush of heat and blood in his tense body was from the constricting grip around him, rendering him powerless. Turned out, it was a wave of rage, flowing through his veins like lava; and Leon was ready to erupt.

A familiar, comforting sensation overtook his body, the tension in his muscles loosened and was replaced with an almost ticklish tingling. The pressure around his body disappeared, leaving him to plummet to the ground. Focus! The tingling grew stronger, invading his body, shadowing any pain and any emotion.

The fall was short. His spine didn't crack and his head didn't explode. Leon tentatively opened an eye he hadn't realized he'd closed, and he found a midget Junko, standing a few feet below him and trapped between his spread out legs. He'd grown back to a safe height- even bigger than he wanted.

"Wh... What the hell? You bitch!" Still frightened and panicked, his hand acted on its own and slamed the small girl on the closest wall. It was so large it completely engulfed her torso. He felt her frantic squirming under his fingers. Junko, the girl who had almost become his killer seconds ago, who's grip was merciless and eyes cold, was looking at him with those same blue eyes wide with fear. A hot, choking rage still lingered in his body. No, he wouldn't lash out on her, but she had tried to murder him in cold blood so she at least deserved a taste of her own medicine.

Leon pressed his hand harder, until he felt the squirming body go still. His hand grew on the small form, larger and larger until he could barely see tiny feet and a bit of hair poking out. Junko was his only witness, so he could make a gruesome scene no one would be able to investigate without knowing his secret. The tingling in his body never faded. His head met the ceiling, he had to shift to a kneeling position before he got squeezed between four walls. If he didn't calm down soon he'd either break something or get seriously hurt, but he'd already started his handiwork. He only needed a few more seconds to make the perfect unsolvable case, to see Kanon again and save her, if only the muffled screams under his palm would die down...

"Guys! Are you alright?" Makoto rushed out of his room, gasps and monstrous creaks filled his ears. It all died down as soon as he scrambled into the dark hallway. He found Junko, leaning against a wall and clutching her chest, and Leon, crouching down, sputtering and coughing. He'd heard a crash, and the scene in front of him made it seem like they had been fighting, but there was nothing out of the ordinary that he thought could have made such terrifying explosion.

"Leon!" Makoto knelt besides him and rubbed his back, an attempt to calm his coughing fit and hysterical breathing.

"Hmph," Junko huffed, although it sounded like she was holding back a cough. Makoto eyed the girl; she looked like a shriveled mess, a stark contras to her usual impecable look. "You shouldn't trust this guy so easily, Naegi. He might be hiding one hell of a dark secret," she turned on her heels and staggered off, with a slight yet noticeable limp. Makoto was confused, but his attention was on the boy on the ground. Whatever had happend between the two seemed to have left him on the verge of passing out.

"Come on, Leon," he helped the taller boy stand up and let him lean against him for support. A quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up would do his classmate good.

Even leaning, Makoto noticed that Leon was much, much taller than him. And good lord, he was so heavy, it was hard for the shorter boy to even take one step with all that weight leaning on him. Well, he'd never met a baseball star in real life, so he supposed they were that much stronger and taller than an average guy like him.

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Done! Looking alright already, I had fun with this one esp that unexpected part where Leon got murderous, I didn't plan for things to go that way! Just wanted a nice lil thing with the anxious boy being helpless and getting saved by hope itself, not an angry baseball star ready to kill. The pacing is kinda weird tho, but I don't feel competent enough to be able to fix it, so I'll just leave it as it is.

#gt #gtronpa #danganronpa #dr1 #Leon kuwata #junko enoshima #makoto naegi #sizeshifter!leon #shifter!leon #giant!leon #tiny!leon #giant!junko #tiny!junko #writing

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shewolfofficial · 6 years ago

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First of all, *inhales* I LOVE YOUR BLOG AND YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!! And also, can you write a scenario where Hanji, Y/n and the Yaegerists find Levi? Then, when Floche says to shoot Levi, Y/n goes god-mode on him? (What happens next is your choice :3 ). Love ya 💕!

*Inhales as well* ThANK YOu SO MuCH YOuR sO SWEeT AND KInD!! 😘😘😁😁😁

It’s 1:05am when I finished the this, pls excuse any mistakes or typos since I am currently half asleep

Warning: Cursing, Mentions Of Blood, Violence

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Rain pouring from the dark sky above I kept my hood up as I rode alongside Hanji, Floche and a few others surrounding us as we rode over a bridge by a river. There had been a lightning strike that went off in the distance and now we were going to check it out to see what was going on.

Finally arriving at the scene there seemed to be a titan laying on its stomach with steam emitting from it, was it dead? Was it alive? What was it even doing?

“What the fuck has happened?” I mumble slowly hopping off my horse as Hanji takes a step closer to the titan. “Commander Hanji! F/N please don’t move around on your own!” someone calls out from behind me, not bothering to turn around and see who the fuck was yapping I trail my gaze along the grass. As I hear Hanji mumble something about the cart being blown away.

Sight landing on something, well, someone right by the river I feel the blood drain from my face. “Somebodies there!” I say out loud running to whoever it was, falling to my knees I attempt to haul the person out. Hanji arrives next to me and takes over, successfully pulling out the unknown person from the sideline of the river. Turning them over to get a full view of who it was.

Oh, how I wished I didn’t have to ever see this..

“Levi?”

“Oh no.. Oh nononono! Levi no!”

“I have no idea what happened.. But we’re lucky, our number one threat is here bloodied up..” Floche says appearing behind us as I choke on the sobs looking at the bloodied and scratched up face of my lover. Hanji had a plain expression as she held him up. “He’s dead. He got caught in the explosion of a thunder spear at point blank range, I’ve seen similar accidents during training but beyond external wounds, internal organs would be ripped to shreds and death would be instant” she explains looking back to the male as he held his gun with a cold expression.

“I can also take his pulse, so let me have a look” Floche ignores her seeming to try and check for himself, though, I knew what Hanji was up to since she shot me a little wink and a slight smirk. Averting my gaze to Floche I shot him a glare “why don’t you believe her! He’s- He’s dead!” I cry out attempting to convince him as he only sighs. “F/N don’t start crying, we get that you love the guy but don’t start crying over him” he grumbles as I start to feel my patience lessen.

hoW DARE HE!?

“He might not be dead, I might as well shoot him in the head”

Snap!

The sound of something snapping inside of me sent an unhuman like adrenaline through me as I sprung up and swiftly grabbed Floche’s gun from him, yelling at Hanji to escape, which she hurriedly did since a splash was heard a few seconds later I begin to dodge and swerve the multiple bullets fired at me from those Yeager bastards as I knock out Floche with the butt of the gun, tossing the weapon to the side all I could feel was rage and adrenaline soaring through my veins.

Jumping at another I slam him onto the ground and take hold of his head and twist it to the definite angle to snap his neck. A loud crack echoed through the air as curses and shouts were thrown about as I dodged every bullet that came at me, springing towards another shithead I kick him in the balls, taking his gun I shot him in the head and continued with the others, skidding across the fortunately wet ground I slide out another guy’s feet from under him and kick him into the river sending him into a frenzy as he thrashed about in the water. Standing up I aim the gun at the man and shoot immediately seeing him go limp. Ducking under another’s attempt to strangle me he falls forward as I easily shot him in the chest.

Turning around there was only two remaining and they both had their barrels cocked towards me.

“F/N p-put down the weapon!”

“Say please~!”

“N-No!”

“Tsk wrong answer you prick” I grumble sidestepping a bullet that skimmed my head watching as the pair’s faces turned into ones full of horror. Striding towards them I kick one in the balls and shoot the other in the face completely destroying it.

Shoving the last one to the ground I press the barrel of the gun to his forehead as he begins to plead, rolling my eyes I pull the trigger as blood splatters everywhere.

Turning to the side where an unconscious Floche lay I shot the guy a glare as I walked towards him singing a little tune quietly. Arriving at the male’s side I look down at him with an irritated expression before I loosely aim the weapon to his legs. Firing both shots at his knees the bullets completely shatter his kneecaps.

“Meh.. Whatever... They asked for it.. Never knew I could take out a whole squad of men..” I say strutting past the titan corpse ignoring the fact that it could be alive.

// Time Skip \

It’s been a few days since I set off at the side of the river, the weather was nice yet my clothes were shit and I really wanted to get a nice warm bath. I could see a little building up ahead at the opposite side of the river, thankfully the flow has calmed and it would be easy to get through. But there was a little bridge up ahead so I might as well stay dry while I’m at it.

Crossing the stone bridge I stroll towards the farm, it looked nice and friendly but god knows who could own it really. Stepping up onto the porch I recognise a fairly familiar face..

Historia.

Oh yeah, I forgot she was pregnant.

“F/N? What are you doing here? Are you alright?” the blonde asks standing up as I smile a little and take her into a gentle hug despite the situation with my clothes. “Yeah I’m fine, have you seen... Hanji or Levi near here by any chance? Oh! Can I stay here for a bit to wash up? I’ve just after taking out the trash a few days ago and I really need a wash” I ask as she laughs inwardly and nods motioning for me to follow her. “Of course F/N, and yes I’ve seen Hanji and Captain Levi, they’re both here while Levi recovers” she explains as we step inside.

Hanji peeps around the corner from some other room and she lights up seeing me. “F/N where have you been!? How did you find this place? Are you alright?” the woman asks scurrying over to me as I roll my eyes at her playfully “yeah I’m alright Hanji, more importantly, where is Levi? Is he alright? Is he alive?” I ask as he sighs lightly immediately causing me to panic. Stepping in after seeing me begin to panic Historia places a hand on my shoulder “he’s fine, he’s alive but with some scars and marks, I’m sure he’s awake up there now since he was down here for breakfast earlier” she spoke softly as I release a breath I never knew I was holding in.

“Alright... Thank the fuck..” I smile lightly as Hanji disappears off somewhere into the house, Historia was leading me to the bathroom where I could get a shower and wash up while she got me some spare clothes. Following the blonde up the stairs, we reach the second floor to her home where we walked in a comfortable silence, abruptly stopping outside a random white door that was creaked open ever so slightly she leant up towards my ear and cupped it.

“He’s in there..”

Nodding I smiled at the woman before we continued on, eventually arriving at the bathroom Historia leaves to get me some clothes and tell Levi I had arrived.

// Time Skip \

Drying off and getting into the change of clothes that fit perfectly I threw my dirty outfit into the laundry basket and sauntered out of the bathroom. Attempting to count the doors and which one Levi was resting behind I eventually begun to do eenie-meenie-miney-moh with each one. Childish. Yes, but it did help sometimes.

Sometimes.

Carefully opening a random door I let my gaze wander to a certain raven haired male that sat up in bed holding a book. Flicking his head up towards the door Levi’s face lit up from seeing me as he tossed the book to his side, as I hurried on in and took him in a hug.

“You’re alright! Oh my lord, you gave me the fright of my life mister!” I say as Levi dives his face into the crook of my neck. “I know, I know..” he mumbles. Pulling away that’s when I saw the scars on his face, he has even gone blind in his right eye by the looks of it as well as I paled.

I’m definitely gonna kill whoever did this.

“Who did this to you? Levi I’m going to fucking strangle them” I hiss as Levi scowls “I knew you wouldn’t like them..” he mumbles as my face scrunches up in confusion. “Wait what? What do you mean? I never said I didn’t like them” I was quick to defend myself as Levi sighs and sits back averting his orbs elsewhere in the room.

“I only want to hurt who done this to you… I never said anything about you, in fact, I think these make you hotter” I couldn’t help the tingling blush creep up to my cheeks as Levi examines me to see if I was lying in any way.

I wasn’t.

Rolling his eyes he clicks his tongue and pulls me into his chest, careful not to hurt himself as I wrap my arms around them. “So it’s all looks for you?” he begins as I scoff “damn I never thought you’d see me as that type of girl, should I be offended?” I retort as he pulls me closer. “No, I was only fucking with you” Levi hums as I snuggle into his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

“I missed you F/N..”

“I missed you too Levi..”

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g0ldpainted · 7 years ago

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chocobros react to s/o having powers like Negasonic Teenage Warhead?

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for requestion something!

Sorry that this took so long! Aaah and this is only part ½ because this post would be too long otherwise. The second part can be found here and it contains Gladio and Ignis!

This one only features Noctis and Prompto.

I’ll be honest, I had no clue who Negasonic Teenage Warhead was until I looked it up - and I found out there are two versions with different powers. All info’s been taken from the Marvel wikia (1, 2).

I didn’t quite know if I should just flat out write one scenario for all of them or headcanons for each of them. But then I felt like HC would be too repetitive. So I just decided to write little scenarios for each character and write some “sum-it-up”-headcanons before.

I hope you enjoy it. :)

Sum-It-Up-Headcanons:

They’d all be very surprised

They’d all be very curious and supportive

Wait you can travel through time? Can I do that, too? Can you make me travel with you?! How does that even work?!

They’d love to be able to use them

Not even once upset you didn’t tell them before

Oh lord, his S/O’s abilities will definitely be used during fights! They. Are. So. Useful.

Of course not if they hurt them

But if they’re fine with it and they don’t cause too much damage for them; go ahead.

They’re rooting for their S/O (especially Prompto)

Hey, she’s preparing her special attack! GO (Y/N)! GO (Y/N)!

They all admire those powers tremendously

Can you imagine all the cool new combat strategies? Oh, hell yeah.

Scenarios start beneath the read more! *app users open in phone browers pls I’ll find a solution to this soon*

Noctis: (“Nuclear Detonation” & “Reality Warping”) (plays pre-game)

“Watch out!” his s/o shouted from afar as a magitek assassin prepared to attack their precious lover.

The fight wasn’t going well. They had been ambushed in the middle of the night by a swarm of magitek infantry. From close combat magiteks to range attack magiteks - they were all on the field. Some wielded their rifle, others their axes or swords and snipers were also nearby, aiming at them. Their tent was surrounded by vicious enemies, there was no way out. It was kill or be killed; fight or die. They chose to fight.

Noctis turned around only to face the assassin who was already lunging back to strike his attack. It was close, very close but his S/O managed to protect him. For the first time in months, they used their powers by altering reality, creating a wall of stone right behind her lover to shield him from the attacks.

“Wh-what?!” Noctis stuttered in confusion as he finally managed to dodge an oncoming attack and warp away.

Once beside his S/O, he seemed utterly confused about what was happening while they were planning their next move. “There is only one thing I can do..” his S/O thought as they dropped their weapon and balled their hands up into fists.

“What are you doing?! Are you insane?!” Noctis growled, not understanding what they were doing.

Bullets kept flying their way, Noctis managed to protect himself by using one of Gladiolus’ old shields. It took him a few moments before he saw how flames were beginning to radiate around his S/O. But once realization hit him, his eyes widened but before there was anything he could do, his S/O wrapped their arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Close your eyes” they commanded as they combined their powers and only seconds later caused a massive explosion around them, sending enemies into the distance, killing them with the shockwave or the flames.

Grass burned, enemies broke apart but Noctis and his S/O were okay.It didn’t take long before the flames died down and their body grew limp against Noctis’ body.

“Holy.. Six.. - What just happened?! Is.. Is that some new magic? Did I mess up, was that one of my flasks and I overloaded it?!” he panicked as he held their body.

They sighed, shaking their head as their body started trembling. Seconds later, they passed out. Noctis brought them back to their car. Their clothes, their tent and other items were all burnt, there was nothing left to pack up. The little lovers trip they both planned was officially canceled and he drove both of them back to Insomnia.

“I’m sorry I put you through this, this is my fault” Noctis blamed himself as he drove, always checking on his S/O by looking through the rear mirror.

They were sleeping peacefully in the back, regaining all the power they used in an attempt to protect their beloved prince from all the magiteks.Roughly an hour later, the Regalia drove in front of the Citadel. Although the prince lived on his own in an apartment, he believed his S/O needed urgent care by one of the King’s own personal nurses. One of them was always on duty, even at 4am in the morning.

“They used one of my flasks and I think I did something wrong - they must’ve gotten hurt!” Noctis called out while he entered the Citadel, holding his sleeping S/O in his arms.

Much to his delight, the guards came to aid him by calling their nurse. Turns out, Noctis’ S/O was only overly exhausted and needed rest. Nothing made sense to him. He took the blame, the scolding by his father, King Regis and helped his beloved get good rest. It took them 2 days to finally wake up.His S/O found themselves in Noctis’ bedroom, on his soft, King-sized bed. Their head laid in Noctis lap who gently brushed through their hair.

“You’re finally awake..” he whispered, taking on of their hands into his.

“Yes” they replied, their voice weak and rough from lack of usage and water.

“Here, have something to drink” Noctis leaned back towards his nightstand, quickly pouring water into a glass before handing it to his S/O.

They slowly sat up, leaning back on their elbow before they took a sip.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve known.. I didn’t know I messed up a flas-” he began to excuse his actions and what happened the night they camped outside but his S/O cut him off.

“Ssh, no,” they hushed him, placing their index finger on his lips, “There’s something I have to tell you.”

At that, the prince went quiet, his eyes pinned on theirs, listening intently.

“Ever since I was a child, I’ve been having these.. Special skills,” they began to explain, “As far as I understand, it’s similar to your magic but not granted by the Six… because I’ve been experimented on back when I was younger.”

With a soft gaze, he pulled them into his embrace, cradling their body carefully.

“You’ve been experimented on?” he wondered, placing a soft kiss on their hair.

“Yeah but.. It wasn’t painful or anything. I.. I just have these powers,” they elaborated, wrapping their arms around Noctis’ body.

“So you’re saying.. You caused those flames and that stone wall behind me with your own powers?” he asked, curious of what his lover had in store.

“I.. I guess I did” they nodded.

“But that doesn’t hurt, right?” the prince continued his row of questions.

“Not really. It’s just a.. Little.. Exhausting” they replied, nuzzling their face in the crook of his neck.

“A little, sure,” he joked, leaning his head on top of his S/O’s.

“Yeah” they laughed, knowing that it full on rendered them unconscious.

After a few minutes of holding each other, enjoying the other’s near, Noctis was the one to break the silence: “Your powers are amazing. You’re insanely strong, I admire that. You just blew those magiteks away like they were weightless?!”

Again, his S/O laughed.

“Those skills are absolutely unbelievable, yet I witnessed them with my own eyes. I bet you’ve got more in store!” he exclaimed, full of excitement.

“I.. I actually do” his S/O shyly admitted.

“Oh Six, you have to show me!” he proclaimed, “Tell me everything!”

Never in his entire life had he imagined that he’d meet someone that had equally - or even more powerful - skills than him. And his S/O was an absolute badass at using them as well.From there on out, they became a perfect, matching team.

Prompto: (“Telepathy”) (plays right before the time skip)For their 3 year anniversary, Prompto took his S/O out for a trip to Galdin Quay. The past months hadn’t always been easy. Daemons roamed the world, he was on a dangerous trip with his best friend, therefore had less couple-time with his S/O. But, for now, it was all over and they desperately needed some time together. Although they deeply loved each other, Prompto leaving to accompany his best friend caused a gap between the two. His S/O understood, didn’t hold him back but as weeks and even months passed by felt neglected. Prompto knew. That’s why he saved up as much money as he could and gave you a voucher for a day at Galdin Quay. This included a night at the hotel, dinner and breakfast and a trip to the spa - the full program. Only the best for his S/O.

“This is delicious, don’t you think!?” the energetic blonde called out as he took a bite of his Galdin Gratin.

“Yeah..” his S/O replied, poking their fork into their Steamed Crab with Rock Salt.

“Too salty?” Prompto wondered while he continued to devour his dinner.

“I’m just not hungry,” their S/O stated, attempting to eat.

“Oh.. Okay” he murmured, confused by his S/O’s cold demeanor.

“Their mood was so good earlier.. Why are they acting so strange right now?” Prompto thought, frowning lightly while he ate.

“I’m sorry, maybe you’re right and I’m acting strange” his S/O read his mind and replied, “But this simply doesn’t feel.. Like us.”

Prompto’s eyes widened, shocked by what his lover said.

“Did I say that aloud or did they just read my mind?” he thought, staring at his almost empty plate.

“Oh.. Sorry..” his S/O quickly apologized, realizing that they mistook his thoughts for his said words.

Prompto’s eyes met theirs in confusion.

“What do you mean this doesn’t feel like us?” he asked, trying to remember if he spoke his thoughts out loud or not.

“W-well.. You’re dressed in a fancy tux and your hair is styled differently.. And this is a very expensive place..” they started explaining, continuously shoving forks full of food in their mouth, not wanting to waste the food.

“Y-yeah but it’s our 3 year anniversary.. I.. I thought I’d take you out to some fancy place..” he reasoned, “It’s something special after all.”

“They don’t like it” he thought, gulping hard.

“It’s not that I don’t like it.. But I fear you’re wasting all the money you saved up on this” his S/O continued.

“How do they know!?” he thought, his eyes widened lightly.

“Prompto, we’ve been together for three full years. You’ve been working very hard as of lately and then you suddenly take me to this place. Adding both of these aspects together I assume you worked hard so you could afford this - for us” his S/O accidentally replied to his thoughts again.

“Exactly - for us. We haven’t spent a lot of time together lately and I really just want to make it up to you” he elaborated, biting his lip softly.

“But, love, why don’t we just go for a hike or camp somewhere like we used to?” his S/O suggested, watching him intently.

“I can’t tell them that I saw them talk to that rich guy.. He was so into them..” Prompto thought, sighing in reply.

“Are you jealous?” they wondered, catching him off guard again.

“N-no” he stuttered, blushing furiously because he was lying.

“You saw me speak to that one guy, didn’t you?” they continued to ask, putting down their fork and leaning back into their chair.

“I..- N-no” he continued to lie, searching for some other topic to talk about by glancing around the area.

“Oh Six, how do they know?!” he asked himself in his thoughts, internally panicking.

“Well.. Prompto, maybe it’s time that I tell you something special..” his S/O changed the subject after hearing his thoughts.

“O-okay” he stammered, forcing another spoon of food into his mouth.

“Come here” his S/O leaned forward, ordering him to close the distance.He did as they demanded.

“I can read your thoughts. I know what you’re thinking.. I always do” they whispered into his ear.

Again, Prompto’s eyes shot open and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Are you serious?” he questioned their words.

“Yeah, wanna test me?” they smiled as they sat up straight again.

“I.. I actually do” he nodded, not knowing if they were teasing him or actually telling the truth, “Tell me what I’m thinking about right now!”

“You hope that I’m lying” they quickly replied, raising on eyebrow while they smiled, “And now you thought that.. You’ve been wondering why I replied to your thoughts.”

“Exactly!” he proclaimed, carefully slamming his fists on the table from excitement, “That’s incredible!“

After both of them laughed for a few moments, his S/O’s expression turned back into a serious one.

”I know about your insecurities. I know that you do this because you saw me with that guy. Prompto, I’d never leave you. I don’t care about what we do all day; we could watch a movie at home.. Create a very bad version from one of Ignis’ recipe(h)s.. Or build a sandcastle in a sandbox - I don’t care. As long as I’m with you, everything is fine with me. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate this but.. I fear it’s rather forced“ his S/O suddenly said, explaining their behavior earlier.

”Y-you.. I.. - Oh..“ the blonde couldn’t find words to say, ashamed of the mention of his insecurities.

”Hey.. No” they spoke softly, gently reaching out for Prompto’s hand on the table, “Because I could always read your thoughts, I decided to be very honest with you. It just makes it fair. And I highly appreciate that you never, not even once, lied to me. The only things you hardly ever talk about are your insecurities. I found out about them because you.. You think of them all the time.”

“That explains why you always know the right words to say” he joked, smiling at them for a short moment, “You can literally read me.”

“Yeah” his S/O chuckled then squeezed his hand reassuringly, “I want you to know that you’re perfect the way you are. It’s been bothering me all day that you’re so.. So not yourself.”

“Wanna ruffle through it?” Prompto suggested after he noticed that his S/O stared at his slicked back hair.

“I’d love to” they nodded, reaching out for his hair and ruffling through it tremendously.

Eventually, his hair began to rise back to its original state - perfectly resembling a chocobo’s butt.

“So much better” his S/O smiled at their gorgeous boyfriend.

“Didn’t think you would prefer the messy-hair-me,” Prompto ran a hand through his hair to ensure it was in place as he spoke.

“This is more you; the funny sunshine I know” their S/O assured him.

“Okay, now tell me more about your amazing talent!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement

“What do you expect me to say? I know that you don’t feel good enough for me but I can assure you, you’re better than anyone else I’ve ever met. Also, it’s very cute how you always think about my butt” they went on.

His cheeks flushed more than before and he hid his face behind one of his hands: ”Oh Six, you know that, too?“

”I also know how much you love that one special lingerie set because it hugs my behind very well“ they began teasing him.

”Holy,… - that’s so embarrassing..“ he quietly admitted, ”Even though your little power is incredible maybe.. Don’t use it on me next time, please?“

”I enjoy reading them, though“ they started drawing hearts in their lover’s heart. ”But those are so..-“ he rung for the right word to say.

”Intimate? Yeah. But guess what?“ their S/O finished his sentence only to find something new to tease him with, ”Look at me for a second.“

Tugging at their clothes, they revealed that they were wearing his favorite set of lingerie right then and there. The blonde removed his had and glanced at the beauty before him while chewing on his inner cheeks. It was a lot to handle for the awkward and somewhat shy Prompto - at a public dinner spot, too.

”I know about your plans for tonight - I prepared myself for it just right, didn’t I?“ they said seductively.

”Oh holy astrals, oh six, oh mother” he cursed, hiding his face again, not able to handle it.

You bet that night ended interestingly for the two lovers. It took Prompto a day or two to finally let it sink in that his S/O had superpowers. But once it had settled, he found lots of fun and smart ways to use it. It’ll surely benefit future quests of him and his best friends.

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multiply014 · 7 years ago

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I’m sorry I took so long answering the post you tagged me in, @hcibara!!!

I don’t even know how to copy the post with formatting, I mean is there an easy way to do so because I literally just copied the text and added the formatting??? =)) okay sorry HAHA

I put a short fic at the end because... we... friends... :') For you, @hcibara, because you're a blessing!

Fandom (Pairing): DCMK (CoAi) Title: Morning Summary (Word Count): He sneaks visits in the early morning... (305) Links: Entry on AO3 and FF

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions. Then tag some friends.

friends i’m gonna tag:

…I don’t have friends????????????? I’ll tag you back @hcibara LOL sry for ppl kind enough to read this pls answer this and be my friend???? No? Yes???

I choose: dead fandoms. No, not really, just kidding… 1/3 kidding.

Detective Conan (obvsly, I do nothing but post about this)

Yakitate!! Japan

Eyeshield 21

The first character you loved:

Haibara Ai/Miyano Shiho (because how can you not??? That was a rhetorical q btw, no need to answer guys pls this bb deserves only love)

Azuma Kazuma (or is it Kazuma Azuma lord ppl would think I don’t have a fandom besides dc)

Hiruma Youichi (because senpai is cool ya-ha! Okay sry)

The character you never expected to love so much:

Agasa-hakase (at first, he’s meh, but but but how he cares for queen Ai-kun is perf)

Kanmuri Shigeru (I liked him already when he was introduced but no no no not to this extent maybe I just have a weakness for genius)

Kobayakawa Sena (I usually don’t like spineless main chara but but but senaaaaaa)

The character you relate to most:

Haibara Ai (current height to actual age ratio lol jk but she’s full of contradictions i love her)

Kawachi Kyousuke (srsly I react to anything)

Kobayakawa Sena (because I’m awkward as hell)

The character you’d slap:

Kudo Shinichi (b o i why you always lying)

Azusagawa Yukino (G U RL NO also if I can include Mizuno here also????)

Kongou Agon (u so petty bro)

Three favorite characters (these are in order of preference): I’m guessing the first one is my ult?

Haibara Ai, Miyano Shiho, Sherry—wait what you mean I have to include two more???? Lol—Agasa Hiroshi, Kuroba Kaito (I wish him and the queen interact in canon; honorable mentions: canon ran is a gem a true angel, conan on the other hand boy u consider my bb’s feelings first before I put u in top 3, k?)

Kanmuri Shigeru, Kazuma Azuma, their baby idk maybe it’s possible with bread jk errrrr Kinoshita Kageto lelelel

Hiruma Youichi, Seijuurou Shin, Kobayakawa Sena

A character you liked at first but not so much anymore:

Shinichi Kudo/Edogawa Conan (I still like him, though not as much…)

Matsushiro Ken (his chara was kinda put on the back-burner in the mid-late chaps, sadly…)

Taki Suzuna (because it was fine until she occupied the late panels which could have been for best girl Anezaki Mamori huhuhu)

A character you did not like at first, but they’ve grown on you:

Kuroba Kaito (I’m not rly fond of magicians but huhu this precious precious kid)

Coo (HAHAHA sorry but i rly didn’t like the bird at first but well birds are pretty and ahem Hatoful Boyfriend lel)

Raimon Tarou (huhu, bb acts/is stupid but has times of depth as well????? ????????? Also Juumonji Kazuki and Yukimitsu Manabu but huhu monta wins by just a little bit huhuhu)

3 OTPs: Again, I’m guessing the first one’s the true otp lol totp? ottp? Sorry, don’t mind me, this is why I don’t have friends?

CoAi, ShinShi, ConAi (HAHAHA okay srsly anyone or anything with sass queen Haibara Ai/Miyano Shiho, I ship as in you know coai can actually stand for coffee x ai lel)

Kanmuri Shigeru x Kazuma Azuma, Kanmuri Shigeru x Kuroyanagi Ryou

None AND THAT’S A MIRACLE so I’ll just put some of my OTP’s in other dead fandoms, yes? i can’t do that????? But this is my post so I’ll do it anyway??????? Imonoyama Nokoru x Takamura Suoh, SuzaLulu, Yuuri Shibuya x Wolfram von Bielefield (HUHUHUHUHUHU)

It’s fun answering q’s and reading answers too so if you managed to read until here, i’d love to see your answers also! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Morning

A girl is sitting at the couch, alone in the dark. Strawberry blonde locks fall across her face, making it difficult to see her expression. Has she fallen asleep on the couch again? The quiet intruder fetches a blanket and carefully drapes it on the girl. She doesn’t stir, and he wears an expression of exasperation, though a fond smile makes it way on his face and stays.

For a while, he stands motionless, just staring at her. But the break of dawn is near, and he must go—he visited this early only to check on her after all, however much he tries to convince himself otherwise. But he needs to do one last thing, for himself too, later, he thinks, but he almost laughs at how absurd he’s acting, sneaking into his friend’s house just to make coffee for a grumpy old lady. He smirks—she’d hate it if I told her—then flushes—no, this is NOT for her—as he shuffles around the kitchen and fusses over the coffeemaker.

He leaves as silently as he had come.

They meet moments later in the same house. As she brings the cup of coffee to her face, she takes in its aroma with her eyes closed, and she smiles a full second. A scene he first witnessed three days ago when he stayed over and prepared coffee. His undoing.

The rim reaches her lips and she drinks. As the cup is placed back on the saucer, the usually frigid air around her during mornings has considerably warmed, which, for a few days now, is seemingly becoming her new norm.

Today, though, she raises her brow at him, asking, “Problem?”

Countless. How about you, do you only ever smile at pets and... coffee???

He brings his own cup down, answering, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

#x tagged #x writes #dcmk #coai

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ignite-the-stars · 7 years ago

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So after re-reading the entire Inheritance Cycle, I decided to torture myself and watch the Eragon Movie for the 1st time.

My thoughts are below.

Okay, I’m doing it. I’m watching the Eragon Movie. Goddammit. I’m going to hate myself for this, aren’t I? Ah well, here we go.

· Okay, the narration isn’t bad. Good explanation.

· Da fuk? That is Arya? NOOOO. Did you read the fucking description of her in the book? Ok, so the egg was just stolen that’s different.

· Why is he blonde with blue eyes? Jesus Christ, did no one read the book?

· I’m going to be saying this a lot, aren’t I?

· I don’t like the narration anymore. But it’s Jeremy Irons so

· Oh hey that’s Robert Carlyle. Creepy Dark Magician is a good aesthetic for him.

· Why doesn’t she have pointy ears?

· Okay so expected a little more from Carvahall. I thought there’d be some better log houses. Like Their clothes are advance but their houses are super early medieval

· Sloan? Eww. I always pictured him to be at least a little intelligent looking.

· I do like bitter sassy Brom though

· Roran & Eragon play fighting like wut?

· Okay leaving to hide from recruiting soldiers is new.

· Aw Garrow. He ugly but nice.

· Okay baby Saphira is adorable

· IT’S A DRAGON DUMBASS

· Why does everyone wake up? It makes 0 sense. WHY? WHY? Would you tell him it hatched? Damn it Blonde!Arya.

· Okay what is this cave throne thing that Galbatorix is just hanging out in? What does he do all day?

· Didn’t we get this story at the beginning Brom? Why have the narration at the beginning then?

· Okay, there’s like no transition from dark gloomy Brom to happy prancing in the field of flowers Eragon.

· WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT????? NO NO NO NO NO! THAT’S NOT HOW DRAGON GROW YOU FUCK OF A MOVIE! LIKE A MONTAGE OR SOME SHIT WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER.

· PAUSING IT BECAUSE I NEED A DRINK

· Saphira’s voice isn’t dragon-y enough. Ugh Good Lord movie

· WUT why are you doing this in Brom’s house. Didn’t Garrow teach you some fucking manners?!

· I am with Brom. I’d be pissed off at this whiny brat Blonde!Eragon too!

· “I know you’re story is true!” I mean it wasn’t that long ago.

· That sword is dumb, it looks like a normal sword that they fingerpainted.

· Oh wow they killed Sloan. He won’t be important for book II

· That’s a Ra’zac?

· What is this? There’s no way they could’ve gotten there that fast.

· Okay so Garrow’s already dead. That was quick.

· I mean this isn’t dramatic at all

· Slow down this is going too fast.

· HOW THE HELL DID BROM GET HERE THIS FAST?

· WHAT THE HELL BROM???? You can’t just burn shit like this? RUDE

· Conclusion. Everyone needs to learn manners.

· Also why does Brom just have an extra horse?

· And now it's raining. Good luck with that funeral pyre.

· RIDE! And you just go??? Why this makes no sense. Pls establish something

· Well, he’s got the condescending part of Brom down.

· Also ERAGON IS 15 FUCK YOU MOVIE

· Good Lord time to get another drink. This is gonna be a rough night.

· BROM’s outfit is killing it.

· “I think he’s a friend” JESUS blonde!Eragon he just burnt your farm to the ground.

· “Ah-rah-gen” I thought it was pronounced “Air-ah-GONE”

· Are these supposed to be Urgals? I think I need another- no Laura wait. I have a feeling more dumb shit is coming

· “We’ve trained with swords” YOU’RE FULL OF SHIT BLONDE!ERAGON

· Okay, we’re skipping a lot here. SLOW DOWN!

· Also why are we going to the Varden and not after the Ra’zac.

· Your lack of motives and wanting to get revenge is killing me Blonde!Eragon

· This is Daret???

· The country is much smaller than it is in the book.

· Please tell me this glitter whore isn’t Angela

· FUCK

· WHY YOU TALKING IN the THIRD PERSON

· Blond!Angela, why are you like this?

· I don’t think this is the prophecy.

· “Did she tell you about HIM?” Nice Brom

· Honestly Brom calling everyone out on their shit is the only good part of this movie.

· WHAT WAS THAT???? That’s not how the force works.

· “You’re a Wizard Eragon”

· “What’s the word for tree? Branch?” Way to pick lame ass words to be happy about Eragon.

· Dramatic Entrance Saphira!

· Where da fuck did this saddle come fr- oh Brom made it okay.

· Okay, you almost fell off died Eragon. Stop laughing.

· What happened to the other horse?

· Oh it’s back ok aaa ay

· But he’s be galloping everywhere

· Is this where Brom dies? No, he’s the only smart one in this movie?

· That’s not how magic works!!!

· So the Ra’zac are dead now?

· “Better to ask forgiveness than permission” -LoL got him but you’re still annoying blonde!eragon

· Awww Brommy boy. “Where’s your dragon?” MANNERS BLONDE!ERAGON!

· How can the shade just teleport???

· LoL Flashbacks to Empire Strikes back “You are in command now Admiral Piett.”

· Why are you telling him you’re a princess? Come on. Why are you in a fancy dress. GODDAMMIT BLONDE!ARYA

· BLONDE!ERAGON YOU ARE SO DUMB!

· When am I getting Murtagh? I need someone else to call Blonde!Eragon out on his bullshit

· Oh god please don’t tell me that greasy emo looking kid is Murtagh?

· That’s not how your dragon eyes work.

· Empire Stikes Back Flashback.

· God I love Robert Carlyle

· 1. HOW THE HELL DID BROM GET HERE SO FUCKING QUICKLY LIKE GEOGRAPHY DOESN’T WORK THAT WAY

· 2. WTF????

· 3. BROM DID YOU SUDDENLY BECOME DUMB TOO?

· Dammit it’s Murtagh. At least he isn’t blonde

· Where’d you get the cape from Arya?

· This hopeful music needs to stop, my fav is dying

· “Yet” “That’s the spirit” Damn it Brom. I love you right now.

· Oh so he’s gonna ride Saphira now. This is dumb again.

· Where is my boi Murtagh?

· Also Arya has a new outfit again??? Where are you keeping these?

· DAMMIT BLONDE!ARYA where is your badass warrior self from the books?

· Shade is doing shady shit. What the hell is this??

· That wasn’t very specific. Arya

· “My family was slaughtered” YOU LIAR MURTAGH

· Why you so happy to go to the Varden

· Wow the Varden are really easy to get to

· What’s with the overly fancy helmets Vardeners

· Well at least Ahjihad isn’t blonde

· Aren’t there supposed to be dwarves somewhere?

· Welp Murtagh is sized and gone

· Shade isn’t looking so good

· NASUADA! DAMN GIRL YOUR OUTFIT IS ON POINT

· What are these freaky mask and hats and shit

· So no drawves???

· Or is the only sorta short guy played by that guy from Outlander supposed to be one

· Stop flirting Blonde!Eragon

· Blonde!Eragon isn’t your leader Blonde!Arya

· This armor is over the top and impractical

· Good lord, I hate how they do the sword thing

· “INTO THE SKY TO WIN OR DIE” Nice rhyme farmboy

· Mah Boi Murtagh is free again

· And Saphira can suddenly breathe fire I shouldn’t be surprised

· “TIME TO RETURN A FAVOR” Wow Eragon saving people life is something that decent people do

· What the fuck is this shady dragon shit

· Eragon supposed to be dying, not Saphira Book version of all this is way better

· Okay why didn’t this work for Brom then, since him dying was only like 2.15 hours ago

· All the fade to black return of the king style

· WOW Murtagh why to freak him out that was cruel

· And Blonde!Arya has a new outfit

· Stop making incompetent fool the leader of things

· This movie is only 1.5 hours long. Needs at least another .5 hours to make sense

· “Only yesterday you were a farm boy.” LIKE ACTUALLY YESTERDAY IN THE CASE OF THIS MOVIE

· God Damn it I hate this movie. Like it wouldn’t be terrible if there wasn’t a book

· BUT THE BOOK WAS JUST SO MUCH BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Conclusion: To Really do the story justice it needs a nice miniseries. With Older Jeremy Irons reprising his role as Brom. I’d be down for that. Give be billions of dollars so I can buy the rights start a fantastic production that this series deserves.

#eragon #eragon movie

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